Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
13 “I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within them. 14 I have given them your word and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world. 15 My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. 16 They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. 17 Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth. 18 As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world. 19 For them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified.
24 “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world.
25 “Righteous Father, though the world does not know you, I know you, and they know that you have sent me. 26 I have made you known to them, and will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them.”
Saturday, November 20, 2010
22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23 Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. 24 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? 25 But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.
26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. 27And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.
i usually read the first verse in that and stop. it's so true.... our present sufferings are NOT worth comparing to the glory that will be revealed in us.
I always thought of Heaven and eternity. I always thought about how our suffering here is not worth worrying about because of an awesome eternity that awaits us. What I did not do was realize that God wants us to hope for more... not just eternity, but now.
Pregnancy is 9 months (or more if you're me) of anticipating a child... a life that will be brought into the world. At times pregnancy can be exhausting. At times pregnancy can be a pain. But, I was also definitely eagerly expecting what God was going to give me. And, I am SO happy with what he did give me!
Sometimes the process of life is like pregnancy. The difference for me is that I want change, but I'm not hopeful and I don't have that eager anticipation that I had with my pregnancy. I just want out of the situation that I am currently in.
After reading that passage last night I feel like some hope was birthed in me :) Sure, I want out of the situation that is hard and hurting, but I am praying for peace during the "pregnancy".... or hard time.
God is good. He has plans for our family. And, I am expectant! I fully commit to seeking Him and am eagerly anticipating what is to come! Yet, I will also enjoy the "pregnancy". I will follow God today and do what He is telling me to :)
Monday, November 15, 2010
Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.
This society sucks.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
“For it is God’s will that by doing good you should silence the ignorant talk of foolish people. Live as free people, but do not use your freedom as a cover-up for evil; live as God’s slaves.”- 1 Peter 2:15-16
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
*hearing from Jesus :)
*the internet (i know... it's shallow, but true)
man, it's so hard to make a list without including things with people. in all reality i can't really get a lot of enjoyment without other people. sorry, but that's just me. sure, i've heard, "well i can't make you happy" yada, yada... it's true... a person in themselves can't make someone happy, but i think it's okay to be happier because we get to share life with people. hmmm... i think that was a tangent. :)
on to what i was really thinking about.... Jesus... yeah, he's cool
the first thing that Jesus reminded me of today was in 1 john...."let us not love with words or tongue, but with actions and in truth." that is what i really needed to hear today because i've been really trying to love my husband by "being there for him." (my words, not his) and, i've been trying to say the right thing because i figured if i can just say certain things he'll feel loved... and it was killing me... it was killing me because i wasn't able to say the right thing. finally, i went in the other room and spent some time with Jesus.... and he said to me... check this out.... and then there was that verse. how freaking awesome is that? pretty awesome.
and also, i am reading in proverbs.... and proverbs 2 says this:
my son, if you accept my words
and store up my commands within you,
turning your ear to wisdom
and applying your heart to understanding
and if you call out for insight
and cry aloud for understanding
and if you look for it as silver
and search for it as hidden treasure
then you will understand the fear of the Lord
and find the knowledge of God.
wow... if that's not something to chew on and think about i don't know what is.
ah, back to the origination of this post... it really makes me smile when i make people smile. wow, this has been kind of all over the place, huh?
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
by Beth Moore
Knoxville airport all waiting to board planes:
I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say that because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you. You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego...
I tried to keep from staring but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy grey hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long. Clean, but strangely out of place on an old man.
I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered reading somewhere that he was dead. So this man in the airport...an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere?....
There I sat trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served on a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man.
I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh no, God please no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, "Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!"
There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, "Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane." Then I heard it..."I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair."
The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am on him. I am going to witness to this man."
Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair."
I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane. How am I suppose to brush his hair without a hairbrush?"
God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will thoroughly finish you unto all good works." (2 Tim 3:7) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies.
I knelt down in front of the man, and asked as demurely as possible, "Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"
He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?"
"May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?"
To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.
At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?" At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat.
I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush."
"I have one in my bag," he responded.
I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair.
It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but I must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull.
A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair.... Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I—for that few minutes—felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's.
His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's. I slipped the brush back in the bag, went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees, and said, "Sir, do you know my Jesus?"
He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures.
He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior." He said "You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself what a mess I must be for my
Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it.
Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft.
I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?"
I said, "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!" And we got to share.
I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted because you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need!
I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way...all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.
John 1:14 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We
have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the
Father, full of grace and truth."
Excerpt taken from "Further Still", by Beth Moore, B & H Publishing Group, Nashville TN. Copyright © 2004 Beth Moore.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Cultivate Inner Beauty1-4The same goes for you wives: Be good wives to your husbands, responsive to their needs. There are husbands who, indifferent as they are to any words about God, will be captivated by your life of holy beauty. What matters is not your outer appearance—the styling of your hair, the jewelry you wear, the cut of your clothes—but your inner disposition.
actually i read it in the niv first so it says, "wives, be submissive to your husbands." which was funny to me.... i was like, "man, why would God lead me to that scripture right now?" ugh. anyway, i like my husband :) read on...
4-6Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle, gracious kind that God delights in. The holy women of old were beautiful before God that way, and were good, loyal wives to their husbands. Sarah, for instance, taking care of Abraham, would address him as "my dear husband." You'll be true daughters of Sarah if you do the same, unanxious and unintimidated.
7The same goes for you husbands: Be good husbands to your wives. Honor them, delight in them. As women they lack some of your advantages. But in the new life of God's grace, you're equals. Treat your wives, then, as equals so your prayers don't run aground.
Suffering for Doing Good8-12Summing up: Be agreeable, be sympathetic, be loving, be compassionate, be humble. That goes for all of you, no exceptions. No retaliation. No sharp-tongued sarcasm. Instead, bless—that's your job, to bless. You'll be a blessing and also get a blessing.
Whoever wants to embrace life
and see the day fill up with good,
Here's what you do:
Say nothing evil or hurtful;
Snub evil and cultivate good;
run after peace for all you're worth.
God looks on all this with approval,
listening and responding well to what he's asked;
But he turns his back
on those who do evil things.
13-18If with heart and soul you're doing good, do you think you can be stopped? Even if you suffer for it, you're still better off. Don't give the opposition a second thought. Through thick and thin, keep your hearts at attention, in adoration before Christ, your Master. Be ready to speak up and tell anyone who asks why you're living the way you are, and always with the utmost courtesy. Keep a clear conscience before God so that when people throw mud at you, none of it will stick. They'll end up realizing that they're the ones who need a bath. It's better to suffer for doing good, if that's what God wants, than to be punished for doing bad. That's what Christ did definitively: suffered because of others' sins, the Righteous One for the unrighteous ones. He went through it all—was put to death and then made alive—to bring us to God.
that is some good stuff :) i love Jesus :)
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
God is good :)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
...this week in nancy guthries "one year book of hope", i pondered this as i read;
To run from suffering is to refuse to see God's hand at work in the midst of it To run from suffering is to rejectthe lssns God has for you in it..
While Jesus tells us no to run from suffering, he suggests we do more than simply endure it. He admonishes us to embrace it... To embrac suffering is to enjoy God's presence in your life even when you are filled with questions fo rhim. To embrace suffering is to enter into a deeper relationship wit God that you could not hav enjoyed without experencing pentetrating pain. The suffering not only makes you crave such a elationship, it gives you the capacity to savor it. Ultimately, to embrace suffering is to allow your now broken heart to be more easily rebroken by the thing that break the heart of God.
If you are suffering according to God's will, keep on doing what is right, and trust yourself to the God who made you, for He will never fail you. 1 Pet. 4:19
now, that, my friends.... is intense.
Friday, July 2, 2010
it was exactly at time in my life when i needed it. just the week or two before i had been struggling with feeling "my worth". i had been feeling like i was a burden to everyone, that the "plan that God has for me" was not working out, and that being a mom and wife that God wants me to be was just draining. so, a week where i could just focus on being happy, listening to God, and relaxing was much needed.
the hike was monday so i'll pick up with tuesday. tuesday we went to the top of the rocky mountains and it was beautiful and awesome. at the top of the mountain we saw mountain goats and even baby mountain goats jumping over one another. Gods creation was awesome and it was really fun to be in it. i did freak out the entire way up and down the mountain, but it was totally worth it.
we ended up kind of pushing it on time when on the top of the mountain because we had horseback riding reservations at 5:30 at a place called "the van eden ranch". and wow. they seemed a little bit flighty on the phone, but really we had no idea what was in store for us. everyone that lived/worked there was a hippy, and i have nothing against hippies (as a matter of fact there is something really cool about it), but most of them were pretty high/stoned. and, i'm not talking about the fact that we were in the mountains or that there were a lot of rocks. yeah. pretty cool. our "guide" smelled of marijuana and kept laughing every time my horse refused to walk. my horse was really stubborn. he would stop in the middle of a bunch of trees. refuse to walk with the other horses. ram my leg against a tree. take me right through a tree and if i would be more flexible i would be doing some matrix moves, but since i'm not it just hurt. needless to say i was pretty disappointed with that whole experience. but, it was beautiful :)
and on wednesday we went into boulder and just went shopping. it was a very relaxing day.... at the end of it we went to boulder dinner theater and saw peter pan. honestly, i think seeing peter pan was my favorit part of the trip. the actors and actresses were the wait staff. watching all of the kids was fun, but the play itself was just a ton of fun. my friends said i should join a theatre group and begin acting myself and i just may look into it. it was way fun. and i bought a super cool peter pan pop up book too.
thursday morning we went to the airport, and i was freaking out the whole time. what if we're too late? what if i miss my flight? what if there are problems? what if? what if? what if? anyway, despite my anxieties i made it. at the end of security in denver the security guy was like, "i need to check your bag." so, sure... i had him check my bag. just my luck.... michael had left his pocket knife in the front pocket and i hadn't even noticed it! and, no one at the other airports noticed it either! i was in the midst of freaking out so i just had him keep it, but it wasn't really a big deal. just one more reason to freak out :) i made it to my plane and everything went well from there.
when i got home mazerick ran to me and gave me a hug, but seriously... it was almost as if i weren't out of town to him. he had a great time with his grandma. i called him on wednesday and said, "hey, tomorrow you get to come to the airport with grammy and pick me up." and he said, "cool, but right now i'm going to eat eggs." i'm glad he had fun, but he could have missed me a little :) and after he ran into my arms at the airport he says one thing.... not, "i love you, or i missed you." but, "i get to play with zane today!" i'm glad to be back with him :)
and i took him to the fair last night and he got to ride a bunch of rides. he had a great time. and today i took him bowling with zane and my mom. that was fun too :) now, it's back to real life and relaxing.
and my vacation gave me a good close God time and good time with friends. God is good and life is fun :)
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Someone I Can Be Real With
If you merely pretend that you enjoy God or love Him, He knows.
You can’t fool Him; don’t even try. Instead, tell Him how you feel.
Tell Him that He isn’t the most important thing in this life to you,
and that you are sorry for that. Tell Him that you’ve been lukewarm,
that you’ve chosen _____________ over Him time and again.
Tell Him that you want Him to change you, that you long to genuinely enjoy Him.
Tell Him how you want to experience true satisfaction and pleasure and
joy in your relationship with Him. Tell Him you want to love Him more than
anything on this earth. Tell Him you want to experience the kingdom of heaven so much so that you’d willingly sell everything in order to get it.
Tell Him what you like about Him, what you appreciate, what brings you joy.
Jesus, I need to give myself up. I am not strong enough to love you and walk with You on my own.
I can’t do it, I need You. I need You deeply and desperately. I believe You are worth it, that You are better than anything else I could have in this life. I want You. And when I don’t, I want to want You. Be all in me. Take all of me. Have Your way with me.
Crazy Love by Frances Chan
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Religion is sickening for many reasons. Mostly because it is a device to measure...who's bigger, who's better, who's more spiritual, who's the strongest, who's holiest etc. The fact is none of the devices work. Religious people wind up making themselves smaller and invaluable to the real purposes of God, because God seems to be little interested in man's way of doing things.
In religious circles we find politics of positions. Under the guise of being humble or spiritual we subtly climb religious ladders to assume positions of men. We like them too! The heartier the pat on the back, the more we purr with our pseudo humility.
The bias of religion is painful. Although we are supposed to love all men, we wind up loving those who meet our criteria, who play our flavor of music, who preach our candy-stick sermons and doctrines. In the mix of religion, many walk away from a would be experience with God due to our religion.
Religion is the chief source of hypocrites. If we wouldn't be so concerned with our man-made boundaries, we could focus more on just being real and living openly...even admitting our shortcomings for the purpose of working on them and getting better. But religion....no way! We hide behind our masks of righteousness while we rot inside. There is no place of accountability so religion becomes chiefly responsible for our spiritual abscesses.
Jesus was constantly fighting religion. The Pharisees, neath the cloak of righteousness, were called what they really were by God in flesh. He wasn't the least bit impressed with their traditions or their masquerades. Jesus was much kinder to those who admitted their failure and lack. "Lord be merciful to me a sinner" meets God's approval much faster than, "Look how much I pray, give, serve, etc."
Religion has become a place of competition in our cities. Ministerial Alliances and para-church organizations spend valuable time debating their opinions and flavors. Much energy is wasted tippy toeing around personalities, and the big man on the block...be that the up and coming church, or a church connected to employment or a church connected to a place of higher learning. To prevent 'offending' the wrong people, the work of God....I mean the real, down to earth work of God gets placed on a shelf. Religion is always more concerned about what 'they' think than what 'He' thinks.
May religion die...and the simple Christ-exalting gospel of Jesus Christ take it's rightful place.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
so, i went to my moms to borrow her lawn mower. i got her new weed eater too. it's fantastic. it was really cold out so i figured... what a great time to mow the lawn. i also used my moms old ford aspire to bring the lawnmower over here. (the picture above is similar to what my moms car look like minus the yellow) anywho... so, my mom is helping me load the lawnmower and weed eater into the hitch. she tells me... "be careful that the hitch doesn't fall on your head. it hurts" at one point the hitch begins to fall and we are able to catch it before it hits either of us. oh yeah. another funny thing... this particular car is very old... over 200,000 miles... a wabberjocky stick... like, you've got to pull it up and make it in the exact right position in order to shift gears... and i haven't driven a stick in YEARS.... so, we get the stuff in the car... and i leave to go to my house... that experience in itself was pretty humerous... simply because i decided it was probably best to go really slow and just keep the car in first gear. i did pretty good. i only stalled one time and had to start the car over, and no cars were behind me :) the one time a car was behind me i was at a stoplight and able to make it go pretty smoothly :) anywho, so i get to my house and get michael to help me get the lawnmower out. we open the hitch and begin getting it out. of course i forgot that the hitch falls easily. so what happens? as michael and i are lifting the lawnmower out of the car the hitch falls and gets me right in the head. OUCH! i fell to the ground, held my head, and cried for a few minutes... when i realized blood wasn't oozing everyhere and i wasn't dying i saw the humor in it. pretty quickly as a matter of fact. i may have given myself a concussion because i "forgot." oh my. hopefully next time i remember. so, i started to mow the lawn... i'm about half way finished when it starts pouring down rain... i had about 5 more strips to finish the front lawn so i decided to go ahead and at least finish the front. it will at least look better from the main road :) so now... i'm soaking wet... with some ibuprofen in my system for the pain in the head :) blogging... laughing... and simply enjoying being home with my awesome family :) with a 1/2 mowed lawn.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle,
When 24 hours in a day is not enough;
remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class
and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
and start to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
it into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again
if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand
and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded
With an unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table
and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - God, family,
children, health, friends, and favorite passions
Things that if everything else was lost
and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else --
The small stuff..
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued,
'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for the things that are
important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time
to clean the house and fix the dripping tap.
'Take care of the golf balls first --
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand
and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend..'
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Here we are going through life, things are good. We're loved and secure and safe. Suddenly, for not aparent reason, it feels like someone's dangling us out of a window on a highway - YIKES! How scary is that? Then we realize that the wind on our face doesn't seem so bad, "hey, I can handle this"
Suddenly.. OH NO! We've fallen onto the hard pavement, we're lost, alone, and afraid. Things have gotten really scary now and there's suddenly little hope. But then, just when things seem black, you see a friend, there is hope afterall. Here he comes!
Wait, no, you can see your friend.. but... THERE'S A SEMI DRIVING STRAIGHT AT YOU! Somehow, when you know things can not possibly get any worse. You are about to lose everything. What can you do, but lay there and shake?
Somehow the semi straddles you. That can only be the grace of God. And then, in the moment that you sigh relief, your friend really does come and pick you up. You're not safe yet, you're still on a highway. But you're not alone. Your friend takes you back to the car where you are once again safe, secure, and loved.