Ok, so I know that the jillions o people who tune in daily to read about my life will be devestated by this, but I am not quite ready to blog just yet. Gonna take a little break from this here 'puter to focus on some other things on this planet...and the God who made it.
Be back eventually! :)
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Too Big For Your Britches
My Grandma used to say that when we started acting like we knew more about life than we actually did. If she were here I am sure she would have said it to me not too long ago. I probably wouldn't have listened. God has made sure that I heard it though. Loud and clear. I'm at a point in my life, probably just where He wants me, where I feel like I don't know anything about anything. I guess I know some things about some things. Its just that a lot of things that I once thought I had figured out seem so confusing to me now. People that I once thought I had figured out confuse me now. That's where grace comes in I suppose. And prayer. I just would really like some clarity and insight....and a few miracles would be nice.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
My Purpose
I had a moment with Jesus yesterday. Actually an hour. Three kids at VBS and one taking a nap. My O my! Yup. It was some good stuff. AND I was really happy to see them when they got home! I have been all kinds of in love with my girls for about a week now. You know, just really loving everything about them. And two of those days they were CRA - ZY!
Anyway, me and Jesus. SO, I've been having some feelings of 'purposelessness.' (My blog, my vocabulary.:) I know, I know love and serve the husband, invest in future generations, blah blah blah. :) But I just felt like there needed to be more.
Well, the Lord sweetly corrected me...there actually needs to be LESS. Over the last couple of weeks He has, in all of His love and kindness, been telling me to get my Martha be-hind out of the kitchen and sit a bit at His feet.
He lead me to these verses where I found my purpose...
Jesus replied, “Believe me, dear woman, the time is coming when it will no longer matter whether you worship the Father on this mountain or in Jerusalem. You Samaritans know very little about the one you worship, while we Jews know all about him, for salvation comes through the Jews. But the time is coming—indeed it’s here now—when true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and in truth. The Father is looking for those who will worship him that way. For God is Spirit, so those who worship him must worship in spirit and in truth.”
True worship.
That's all He wants.
That's why He made me.
So He could love me...
and I could love Him.
Pretty simple really.
Why do we complicate it so much?
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Yeah. So.
I don't have many reasons real reasons for not blogging for the last 5 months.
And I don't have any real reasons for starting back up again.
And I don't really have a point to this post either except that you have to start somewhere.
Well, I guess I could acknowledge the redecorating. I personalized a bit. I had to. Like I told Deleise, (someday I'll learn how to link to people where you can just click on their name. Sorry, Deleise, I don't know how. But if you don't know Deleise, she is way cool. ;) it's kind of like when you are feeling really unorganized. The only answer to buy a really cool planner. Or when you want to boost your prayer life? Of course, you need a beautiful journal and a purple pen. Or sometimes I go with pink. Anyway, I would have loved to pay someone cool to do it, but when I casually, while looking out of the corner of my eye, mentioned it to the hubby it was a clear negative. However, the sweetie did drop $20 on our date night at Wal-Mart to buy Print ?something rather? 2009 so I could semi-computer crafty something up myself. Yep, he knows how to win a girl.
SO, the name. I'll go ahead and explain...
Imagine with me the quiet morning with precious wee ones sleeping away and just me and Jesus sipping coffee at the kitchen table. Then one by one the angels wake up and begin the transformation from sleepy-eyes and blankies to hungry tornadoes fighting over baby dolls (those poor baby dolls). And after that is diapers and breakfast and chores. But then, for a moment, there is a calm in the storm the perfect time to return to the kitchen to grab a sip of ...UGH. Cold coffee. No biggie, heat it up. Beep. Beep. 30 seconds. START. MMMM.
So, why bother reheating the coffee? Maybe just for just another moment of yumminess? No, for me I think it is more than that. I think it is to steal just one more minute from the day to sit in peaceful meditation of the God of the Universe. To flash back and reminisce of a simpler time...you know, like an hour ago...when He seemed so close. And to carry that moment a little bit further into my day. And that's sort of what I feel here on this little blog. A place to document the chaos of this life I live, but even more the Peace that I find there.
Of course, about half the time, there is another end to the story. If it hadn't been for Robin (again no linking, but she's way cool too!) I would have thought I was the only one this happens to. Some days you make it to lunch or dinner, open the microwave and there, lonely and forgotten, sits cold coffee. But you know, I smile EVERY time it happens, though, because I know more at that moment than any other that He is in the midst of my chaos. Whether I get a chance to sit and have that coffee with Him or not, He carries me through each day.
And I don't have any real reasons for starting back up again.
And I don't really have a point to this post either except that you have to start somewhere.
Well, I guess I could acknowledge the redecorating. I personalized a bit. I had to. Like I told Deleise, (someday I'll learn how to link to people where you can just click on their name. Sorry, Deleise, I don't know how. But if you don't know Deleise, she is way cool. ;) it's kind of like when you are feeling really unorganized. The only answer to buy a really cool planner. Or when you want to boost your prayer life? Of course, you need a beautiful journal and a purple pen. Or sometimes I go with pink. Anyway, I would have loved to pay someone cool to do it, but when I casually, while looking out of the corner of my eye, mentioned it to the hubby it was a clear negative. However, the sweetie did drop $20 on our date night at Wal-Mart to buy Print ?something rather? 2009 so I could semi-computer crafty something up myself. Yep, he knows how to win a girl.
SO, the name. I'll go ahead and explain...
Imagine with me the quiet morning with precious wee ones sleeping away and just me and Jesus sipping coffee at the kitchen table. Then one by one the angels wake up and begin the transformation from sleepy-eyes and blankies to hungry tornadoes fighting over baby dolls (those poor baby dolls). And after that is diapers and breakfast and chores. But then, for a moment, there is a calm in the storm the perfect time to return to the kitchen to grab a sip of ...UGH. Cold coffee. No biggie, heat it up. Beep. Beep. 30 seconds. START. MMMM.
So, why bother reheating the coffee? Maybe just for just another moment of yumminess? No, for me I think it is more than that. I think it is to steal just one more minute from the day to sit in peaceful meditation of the God of the Universe. To flash back and reminisce of a simpler time...you know, like an hour ago...when He seemed so close. And to carry that moment a little bit further into my day. And that's sort of what I feel here on this little blog. A place to document the chaos of this life I live, but even more the Peace that I find there.
Of course, about half the time, there is another end to the story. If it hadn't been for Robin (again no linking, but she's way cool too!) I would have thought I was the only one this happens to. Some days you make it to lunch or dinner, open the microwave and there, lonely and forgotten, sits cold coffee. But you know, I smile EVERY time it happens, though, because I know more at that moment than any other that He is in the midst of my chaos. Whether I get a chance to sit and have that coffee with Him or not, He carries me through each day.
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