human

I'm so human.
So frail, so weak, so imperfect.
I'm actually HAPPY to say that.
I don't have to try and be "superwoman"
Because the "super" Holy Spirit
Lives in me!

Truth and Psalm 91:2

I'm thankful for the truth.

The truth hurts sometimes.  I've been interested in this one guy.  We are good friends.  We both admitted we have feelings.

It has been neat being in a friendship where both of us are careful and talking about what is going on in our friendship.  It seems alien but good-- learning how a relationship can work and pointing out red flags to bring them to a halt.  We strive to have God with us in our time together, and THAT is just cool.

It's painful, but lately I've had to face a few facts about my perspective of relationships.

I've realized how they can be my "distraction"-- thinking about or analyzing a relationship can be my "getaway" from the stresses of things going on.

Um, I'm gonna go out on a limb here to say that, it is GOOD to be evaluating your relationships and own perspective from time to time.  Relationships need care and attention to be healthy!

But when thinking of the relationship becomes.... the reprieve?  The refuge?

That is NOT right.  Why?

Scripture says God is our refuge.  It seems so innocent.  But letting any person, relationship, or interest become a refuge instead of God?  I don't want to take this to an extreme here--- yes, sleep or go on a walk if that helps you when you are stressed.  Is painting an outlet?  Go at it!  Hobbies? They are grand!

........But to identify something besides God as our refuge... our foundation, our security, what we hinge upon...

That isn't right.

It is not like I've ever decided in my mind that everything would be great if I had a husband. But I have found myself daydreaming about a guy I like, or what my future husband might be like.  Maybe I'm analyzing a friendship with a guy and remembering great moments or imaging things that could happen, silly little things.  I do this.. a lot.

No....  I got sick to my stomach when I realized the extent of this idol.  Dare I call it, relational or emotional lust?  [gasp]

I want GOD to REALLY be my number one.  I want to delight in Him even if I have to turn down marriage.  If I have to look love in the face and, because I know it isn't what God has for me, say "no."

The thought stings.  ANd I'm reminded that the character of our God is love, not to tempt or taunt us.  No, our God "works things together for our good."  and we are told to "Trust in the Lord with all your heart; lean not on your own understanding.  In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make paths straight."  I'm not saying He will ask me to turn down love; but if He were to, it would be because He loves me SO MUCH!

My God is a God who cares for me and guides me.  He Loves me.  He really does want the best life-- whatever He defines that to be-- for me... and that life is one of always walking hand in hand with Him.

Let's decide here on out that GOD is our refuge, not relationships, not a certain hobby, not a goal...  By His grace and empowerment, we can fight the urge to find fortress in something else, AND we can simply rest in God's lap of grace, trusting that He intercedes for us and will help us, if we only allow Him, to walk the walk He has called us to.

God, forgive me please for letting relationships be above you at times.  I want You to be my all in all. I submit my relationships to You.  God, I'm gonna need Your help.  God, You know the desires of my heart....  I submit me, all of me, to You.   If I get married, may it glorify the Lord.  If I am single, may it glorify the Lord.  Please be glorified in all my relationships... friends, family, strangers, or a love interest.  God, I want You to work through these relationships as You will.  Use me how You want.  As the Psalmist prayed, 'Please purify my heart and cleanse me from sin.  Fill me with love for you.'  

You are the best, LORD!  In Jesus' name.  Amen.

I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."  Psalm 91:2


***side note********

Coping with stress:  it is SO GOOD to relax in a hobby or to give yourself to a building project.  But for this hobby or project to consume your life-- to be what you live for by deed or thought?  That would not be right.  Hobbies are good.  They are even means of avoiding temptation.  Like, in avoiding lustful thoughts, it is GOOD to distract yourself with cleaning, or with hard work outside, or with a puzzle you've been working on--- etc.  Hobbies, projects, etc are good in their place, just like relationships are!

Set apart families

Powerful, short sermon on the consecrated (set apart) home.

http://www.ellerslie.com/sermons/eric-ludy/12-2-12/the-consecrated-home

22 minutes.  Enjoy!

Worth it

Proverbs 12:25
An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up.

Never doubt the power of a kind word.  Even if you think it sounds silly or cheesy... if you feel inclined to speak it, why not.  The good it can do is far greater than any damage that could be done.  I mean, it is logical.

Seriously.  If someone DID think you sounded like a goober, that doesn't hurt them any, or you, does it?  You are still you and they aren't any worse for wear.  So what if they don't understand you.  Happens all the time since we aren't a race of mind-readers.  And if they get to know you more, then they will understand later.  If not it doesn't matter because you aren't seeing them....

On the other hand, when that kind word does encourage someone?  WOW!  You may not see that person for the rest of your life, but the kindness might linger with them!  

I remember when some guy who looked like Santa Clause came to a garage sale my mom hosted. Five-year-old-me whispered to my mom (loudly, i guess) that Santa was at the garage sale.  

Than man smiled at me beautifully.  He didn't even talk.  But that smile and his kind eyes are burned into my memory.

Don't hesitate to be kind!  I'm telling myself this, too.

Together

Families with illness should have SO MUCH SUPPORT!

Some churches are great at this!  Some communities are!  Some neighbors are!

But keep your eyes peeled.  There are many who are dealing with illness and all its crazy up and down emotions on their own.

Prayer
Meals
Love
Silent presence
Shift breaks
Hugs
Laughter
Sharing tears


It makes a difference.

I write this with one of my dear friends in the hospital.  I haven't been there but have been on the phone with her and her closest friends.  My heart aches and it can't compare to how the people there feel.  Love is a salve and prayer is powerful.

Drink

We really MUST make ourselves "fall upon Christ"

People, as much as they might want to be, aren't always reliable.  They can't fill you back up when you are empty as much as they want to.  They are an important part of supporting you (and you should be supporting them!)-- but they can't carry you.

Christ can.  Make time to regularly return to the River of Life and drink deeply.

Drinking deep varies.
--Reading Scripture
--Worship
--Worship music you listen and respond to prayerfully
--prayer (talking to God and listening)
--casting your cares on Him (because He cares for you)
--Simply spending time with God as you sit, or walk outside, or make art, or...

etc.  Take and drink!  Hold His hand intentionally, wherever you are or whatever you are doing. You will be refreshed.

Orgullo en mi padre

so proud of my dad.

"There' s always a lesson out there.  You just have to listen for it," he told me.

My dad has been wondering about whether or not to keep our current home.  It has been a concern for a while.  He got an answer to prayer at church in one of the sermons, he told me.

"Your house is not your home,"  Pastor Kevin said.  "Home is where you make it."

My dad told me this with teary eyes.  (I'll tell you now, he is a manly man! Clint Eastwood, watch out! My dad can kick rear-end if he needs to, AND he prays!)


Am I listening? Are you?  How do we cultivate a habit of listening?...

Balance and Busy-ness

God works through people differently. It is all pretty awesome.  One way I am made is, i like to be a nurturer or caregiver.

That is way cool and I'm happy about that.

I'm learning that it is too easy to get "caught up in the calling" or to identify yourself with your calling, instead of continuing to be who God made you to be.  For me, that means being "Ginny" (who is pretty weird! ).

I was talking to one of my trusted mentors/ "other Dad" and he brought up this point.  It was really good that he did, because I had never thought about that.  At the time though, I could feel "me" being sucked up into trying to always do what I think God designed me to.  If I don't, am I failing God?  Well, no.  Perhaps always "being busy" fails to glorify God in other ways.

I'm still processing this one.  But these are areas that I've noticed can get damaged by trying to always do, do, do service and not "be Ginny".... (PAUSE:   don't get me wrong.  Ministry should be a natural part of our lives.  But so should being the people God made us to be.  Before I forget, I will say that God's creation glorifies Him.  To not be what God created you to be- silly, or thoughtful, or funny, or happy, or creative, or athletic, or social, or whatever--- that would be a shame and would not fully glorify God. ....UNPAUSE)

Back to "the list" of where damage can happen.

--damage to personal relationships (family, marriage, friends)
--damage to own emotional and/or mental health
--damage to relationship with God (you can neglect God, too, by just doing works and not spending time with or worshipping Him) (there isn't a specific, "you must do this to spend time with God" law, but yeah. Part of relationship is listening, and it is hard to listen if you are not in constant or set apart prayer time)
--failure to grow. CHRIST is to be our anchor, not works or service or people.  If Christ is trying to lead you somewhere else but your ankle is tied to some service, how can you follow?  You must answer to God, not works or people

My mentor went on to say that it was up to me to make boundaries and define what would constitute me breaking away from time with a loved one, or whatever, for a crisis.

Life is about balance in many ways.  Are you glorifying God in the different areas of your life, such as,
Service-
Hobbies-
Relationships-
Talents/gifts-
Passions-
Stewarding body-
Stewarding resources-
?

Keep relying on God for balance.  Ask Him to guide you.  Proverbs 3:6 says, "Acknowledge Him in all your ways, and He will make your paths straight" !  I've also heard it said, "...and He will 'pave the way'"

Pray.  Pay attention to where your time goes.  Have accountability/talk about it with people.  Ask questions.
Live life to the fullest, to your best.  Life can be a lot more simple that it seems, I think, and often find myself forgetting.

humbled and in awe, rambling.

"It is amazing to be given the chance to care of another.  It is an honor to have someone trust you.  No, you never want anyone to rely on you or be dependent upon you instead of God.  But trust?  That is a beautiful thing that must be above all, respected.  I say this after talking to my friend in the hospital.  Twice she has called me and all I can do is talk, or hum, or read a story.  Twice she has fallen asleep on the phone.
"There is rare so sweet a thing as to be there for someone; of this, I am convinced.
"I remember crying on my brother's shoulder, trusting him.  How vulnerable to trust, but also, how so very comforting and liberating.
 "Lord, protect our relationships and help us to care for one another.  In Jesus' name Amen."

December 13th reflection

My Lord, you are amazing.

You love Your people so much....

You cover them sweetly.

Praise You, Father God.

as a student

"Do not offer a woman chocolate after finals.  She will most certainly eat it.... ALL of it."

Haha.  Thankful that Finals are done; for chocolate; and when people give you chocolate as a gift (it is a lot more pleasant that way, and seems more justified.)  :)  Be blessed

Nazirite vow (a neat link)!!!

http://awakenedear.wordpress.com/2010/01/26/embarking/

Please look!

Are you wishing to draw nearer to Christ... do You want to get insight into different means of being set apart for Him?

This blog post discusses the Nazirite lifestyle, and how that looks modern day.  I encourage you to read the Bible verses mentioned as you go along (I simply googled them).

Here is an excerpt:
............
“The danger of the Nazirite consecration is to be holy on the outside, but inwardly carry a hard and self-righteous heart that hides behind the mask of righteousness, and impressive outward actions that disguise a bankrupt soul. Only the fire of inward intimacy, the filling of the Holy Spirit along with continuously receiving God’s mercy and delight for us can deliver us from a Pharisaical heart. Nazirites who are not living with intimacy with the Lord also face the danger of self-righteousness when they rejoice in their commitment to Jesus rather than Jesus Christ himself……Too often we judge others by their actions while judging ourselves by our intentions. The heart of those who rejoice in their own strength will end up in one of two pitfalls: either arrogance of accomplishment, or self-hatred as an unworthy son. Only embracing the grace of God to us with humility can help us avoid this……Discipline neither has the power nor the ability to satisfy the human heart. The human heart is made alive by romance, intimacy, and mystery and is fueled by passion and adventure. If we substitute this with discipline we will end up with a cold wanting heart of a Pharisee. When discipline replaces intimacy the only time we feel loved is when we see ourselves measuring up to Christ’s standards. When we fail we’ll believe we are no longer loved. The Consecration and discipline of a Nazirite must spring from the filling of the Spirit and the fire of God’s jealousy on the human heart.”
....................

Be blessed!  Life's an adventure if you let it be-

Ginny

friends

Lord,

I don't understand

Why You've blessed me with such dear friends.

God,

I don't know why You would bless me

with so much love, fun, encouragement...

Thank You for dear ones who walk with me

Thank You for goofy ones who show me different ways of

looking at the world,

Thank You for thoughtful ones who turn my mind towards truth and

living purposefully,

Thank You for many more of these friends.. in so many varieties..


Thank You for best friends who love you no matter what

Who deal with your weakness, your failings, and

How annoying you sometimes are :)...

Thank You for love that is so powerful and "heart-bleaching"--

That is, a heart being transformed with perfect love--

that only comes from those dear, blessed friends.


LORD, won't You make me a good steward of these friends?

Show me how to be a good friend, please!

Amen

The Gift of Time

We can always ask God questions, and ask Him to help us in our walk with Him and our faith!  The following is about making time for God.   I realized today just how hungry I was to meet with Him since I did not get to yesterday for long at all.  It began a thoughtline for me of what a gift it is, and yet, sometimes we don't reach out and take that delightful present right in front of us.  I'm guilty.  So, we can ask God to help us simply Take and Eat.  He may prompt and create in us such a desire, but it must be each of us who actually makes the choice to spend time with Him... the choice can't be made for us (or at least, rarely can it!)
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If only I make time for You...

If only I make time for You,

I get to see You!

If only I make time for You,

I'm refreshed...

Given hope...

Convicted...

Taught....

Redeemed and loved.

Lord, a meeting with You is always so rich.

Why do I struggle to make time with You?

Lord, make in me a heart and life that is ever ready to meet with You.  Help me live this practically.  I want to decide "Yes- this is God time."  In Jesus' name, Amen.

December 6

I swim in waves of mercy,

Am carried by the grace,

The water laps up against my face

And I'm completely bathed in this love.

It carries me when I just can't kick to swim another yard-

It actually seems to move me faster sometimes when I fall limp, and helplessly,
float.

When I kick and swim with all my might

Trying to get beyond wherever I am-

Those waters, they cushion my angry fists

And simply catch my angry tears, counting each one.

I don't understand every season,

I sometimes don't want to leave, or desperately want to be done,

But these waters forever, perplexingly, wonderfully and lovingly

Always carry me along;

God of love, whose compassion is deeper and wider than all the seas.

Post Thanksgiving List.

Today, I'm thankful for the time I got to spend with my brother.

I'm thankful for the time with Dad, and with Mom on Thanksgiving.

I'm thankful for love in families that says, "I know you love me, even if we don't see each other often.  And you know I love you, too."
I think that same love applies to watching football games together- you most likely aren't talking, but the time together is appreciated.

I'm thankful for silly youtube videos that break the ice in conversations.

I'm thankful for my dog-- how he randomly jabs his nose in my leg or my face to say hello, for his company on walks, the way he makes me laugh, and his great example of taking naps in the afternoon. Even though it isn't a great smell, the way he smells is comforting!... I'm thankful for that, too.

I'm thankful for my grandparents' home out on the farm.  The views are breath taking, the wind blows strong, birds sing even yet, and the smell of earth and manure, though not pleasant, becomes a hearty one that you might actually find yourself welcoming in its familiarity.  The best part about the home is the people who live there.  I'm thankful for two grandparents that are amazing, loving, brave, witty, and selfless.

I'm thankful for flowers still blooming despite the cold.

I'm thankful for having amazing people in my life I don't deserve to know.

I'm thankful for bear hugs.

I'm thankful for phone calls with family and friends.

I'm thankful for the example people around me set for me-- like my friend Amber shaved her head to support someone who has cancer;  my father helps my elderly neighbors cheerfully; my mom visits a sick friend; elderly neighbors mentor those whom regularly visit them and are cheery despite physical pain.

I'm thankful for writing and lines.

I'm thankful for warm socks.

I'm thankful for the chance to learn about a variety of things with books and the internet.

I'm thankful for how sometimes a good night's sleep puts things in perspective.

I'm thankful that God is my trust, and I can cast my anxieties on Him, because He cares for me.

I'm thankful for laughter and tears, because they all are genuine expressions of our heart.

November 23

Dear Lord,

How Great Thou Art.

Victory is Thine Alone.

Your people are protected and safe

Because of Your Great Love.

We praise You for Your Mighty Love.

We stand and we rest knowing You are Our God.

Matthew 22. Lesson on Love # 1, the Mind

³⁶ “Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”

³⁷ Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’^[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. ³⁹ And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’^[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

From Matthew 22

On the MENTAL aspect of loving the LORD:

We are asked to love the LORD with ALL our mind.  What are some ways to love God with your mind?

--Learning:  Study of the Word, of truth, and of other things that lead to edification.  Writing these heavenly things on our hearts and minds- like a song that gets stuck in your head!  It jumps to mind easily.  What verses jump to your mind easily?  What quotes can you recite readily?

(one quote I can't forget even if I wanted to is "No matter where you go, there you are."  I don't know how many times my mom told me this.  It is true, though, idn't it?)

--Where Thoughts Dwell:  If your mind were a room, what would be hanging on the walls?  Photos of family?  Photos of NASCAR and the soda you are addicted to?  Scriptures?  People you look up to? 

What would a "room of the mind" that honored God look like? These would be things you dwell on regularly, or are in the practice of trying to dwell on regularly. Maybe Scriptures.... things you are thankful for.... worship music..... prayers...... bold dreams and recordings of brave "faith steps"... etc, fill such a room.  (I hope you aren't picturing a drab boring place.  One could be full of colors, photos of peoples of the world, lively worship music, journals and journals of recorded prayers and praises to God, a jar of tears, a cross where one can leave dreams, treasures, and joys; or sins they admit, next to disappointments, fears, etc....)   The room could have lots of great aspects to it!

 What does your mind look like? To be honest, mine has a coffee station, for better or worse. I like coffee a lot and thank God for coffee.

(Further:  What cobwebs do you have to guard the room against, e.g., negativity, lust, preoccupation, worry? )

--Communication:  Are we in prayer with God through the day?  Or are we texting all the time?  If you could chart where most of your mental energy were being poured into, what things do you think are getting the "highest measures"? 

We can love the LORD with our minds.  God commands us to.  Why? To hog our thoughts?

Nah--The commands God gives are because He wants the best for us.  Check out what it says in Joshua chapter 1:

⁷ “Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go.⁸ Keep this Book of the Law always on your lips; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Then you will be prosperous and successful."

The Bible repeats this sentiment again and again.  God asks us to love Him with our minds for one reason because it is what is best for us, the ones He designed and loves, calling us sons and daughters. 

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UPDATE

A relevant sermon I just came across, by Eric Ludy of Ellerslie Ministry, is here:

http://www.ellerslie.com/Eric_Ludy_Sermons/Entries/2012/10/21_The_Five_Arts_of_Intimacy.html

Ever considered intimacy with God?

Waiting!

It was hard to hand it over.

The little girl looked down at her most favorite stuffed animal.  It was a beanie-animal cat, the color of buckskin. "Olly" had blue stitching eyes, a tail with a white tip, and little rounded feet with big toes.  It was her favorite kitten, and well-worn; how many adventures they had seen together.

Car rides-- to the store, to grandma's house, and through the perilous octopus carwash;
To the wild, where the kitten "helped" Tally dig for treasure in flower beds;
To the park, where laid-back Olly watched Tally fly a kite, or lazily rocked in a swing next to Tally's.

Now, this was a trip they couldn't take together.  She looked at her friend tearfully and fearfully.  What if she lost Olly?  What if the place they left him got compromised?  Mom said once they landed in DC, she would be reunited with Olly.

Dare she trust such circumstance?

Her parents were resolute yet gentle, letting her know it would be safest for Olly to not sit with her on the airplane or be carried in her arms through the airport.  Olly could easily get misplaced or lost.  "Wouldn't that just be awful?"  Olly would certainly be safe, though, where her parents were going to put him.

So they said.

Little did Tally know that her parents merely wanted to put Olly into THEIR own luggage cases :)

Tally did hand Olly to her parents that day, and tears were wiped away.  The crying did not last long; perhaps the worry stayed in the back of her mind, but the decision had been made.

She actually had forgotten the situation for a while, such as during lunch after the plane landed.  They ate at a yummy cheeseburger place that had a HUGE playground, and so many colors and animals on the walls!!! She felt like a jungle woman!  It was so fun.  Plus her grandparents met her there, and it was so great to see them!  They went to walk downtown after that, exploring statues and stores.  A few were boring but lots of them were really neat to Tally.

The car pulled into the gravel parking lot of her grandparents' home.  It was night time, and Tally was a happy and sleepy gal.  Her mother tucked Tally into bed, beneath cool, fluffy covers. Her eyes were already closed when Dad walked in holding a bundle in his arms.

Feeling a soft weight on her chest, Tally opened her tired eyes.

There was Olly.

She had forgot!  Oh!  She was ecstatic!  Something had been missing going to sleep, she knew, but Oh!

She rejoiced in having Olly back.

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Sometimes God withholds things from us, or doesn't give us things, for a while because he wants to take care of them better than we can!... until we are ready, because he has something even better planned, or He is preparing that something....  That can be hard to imagine or hard to "sit in." But God?
His plans are the BEST because He loves us so.

What are you waiting for God on?  Take heart.....  He doesn't "misplace luggage" !!!

Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.  Psalm 27:14

Oy!!

Things sure were stressful.  Her grades were not where she wanted them, nor her room clean, nor other things that caused her heart to beat faster as the thought about them.  Oy vey!

Yet she knew she was so blessed.

A walk with a friend full of laughter and comaraderie felt more fun than a roller coaster ride. 

Talking to others who shared her dream inspired her and got her excited.

Dear friends made her laugh, made her cry, and made her feel lucky to have them in her life.

God's faithfulness usually brought tears to her eyes.  Just when she was down, He would send a message through one of her friends or acquaintances, or through mail.  He was faithful in many other ways too.  Knowing there was more ahead made her feel like a child on Christmas Eve. 

God used her to do that for people she knew sometimes, too-- it humbled her and made her feel honored that God had used her.  Little tiny and messy, imperfect and flawed, Just Jane.  How good was God to team up with her.  It was unfathomable. Lord!

She hadn't earned this love and never could.  But that is God!  He functions in generosity, mercy, and grace!

Oy vey!  Why not?  She told her friends, "Merry Christmas!" when they entered the study lounge!  They only chuckled, and the group did homework into the wee hours of the night.

Never alone

She shivered and folded her arms against fluffy winter coat.  She was thankful now for the warmth that wasn't in the loveliest of styles (olive green and it looked like it could be a sleeping bag).  She felt silly for being so embarassed at putting it on earlier that day.

She was on an evening walk.  The leaves were gone now, and winter had all but arrived on the calendar.  She could see her breathe as she walked beneath lights interspersed down her street.  The lights weren't big or many enough to block out the stars, so looking up, she could see them too.  They were extra bright surrounded by a deep, crisp, bottomless ocean blue. 

It had been a tough couple of days. 

She decided to ask God to walk with her.  She knew He was already there, but there was something about intentionally letting Him know she wanted to spend this moment with Him.  It made her think of home.  She might be sitting next to her brother and both of them watching tv.  But that wasn't really quality time.  Quality time was when one of them turned down the volume a little and suggested they go play with the dog outside, or ask how one is doing and they started talking. 

 He took the invitation eagerly, she knew.  This fact never failed to humble her heart-  Big God, good God, waiting on her to stop watching tv and turn. And who opened his arms wide when she took the remote and turned down the volume herself.

She did end up talking to Him about her grievances.
He understood her worries.  He understood the little grievances and frustrations she pulled out one by one.  He understood the big things.  He delighted to in her joys and things she was thankful for that week. 

Oh, how good to walk with Someone who cares so much and whom she can trust it all with!!

She placed the worries and troubles, joys and thanks in His hands.

And He cradled them in His hands. 

Put them safe in His pocket.  When it was the perfect time, He'd pull the items out and create, out of each one's materials, something new and good that He'd lay down in her life, for her to walk into unawares.

 She'd see this present eventually. 

She had much less to carry now and felt happy to have shared it all with Someone.  it can be lonely to hold onto so many things on your own.  God of course already knew all about her life.  But in sharing it with Him and trusting it with Him intentionally--- well, she got to love God by trusting Him and being with Him, and be loved on by God (who IS Love... this thought humbled her, too).

They walked back to the door.  Buster the dog greeted Carrie and she smiled, giving him a kiss on his cold nose and getting sloppy kisses in return all over her face.  She pulled back and wiped the slobber off, incredulous and laughing that she was (again) lovingly covered in dog drool.

Carrie went about her evening routine of reading, thinking, getting settled in and then sleeping. 

And she knew she was never alone.

holding hands

And one dream died.

She fell on her knees and water leaked from her eyes, stinging.  She breathed deep in and out, lungs shuddering.  She had loved him- she was pretty sure.  But he loved another girl.

She was happy for this ordained pair... It was how it was supposed to be.  It would be great.  It was a great thing.  Maybe happy wasn't the best word, but rather, she appreciated the fact of it.

But it wasn't what her heart had longed for.  Why, God, had you fed this desire?  Had He? 

Pain gripped her.  "Gripped" is the nearest word that could describe how her heart felt.  But slowly the knots of her heart began to unfurl, too.

Releasing this one dream- this dead dream---

It was tearing out a weight that had sat for a while on her heart.

Her shoulders- shaking-- they were lighter now.



But that didn't remove the rawness of it all.  A hope- gone.

She knew this was making room for what God wanted for her.  A different reality from the dream.  This was a painful comfort to her fluttering heart, almost obtrusive.

And she could reason no more.  She would walk in the hurt until the hurt was gone, and keep her thoughts only one step ahead at a time. 

The Lord is present in every moment.  It couldn't help but come to mind.  She'd walk holding His hand, wordless-- no words are needed when someone understands.  And what a God, to love her even though she was confused, hurt, and even angry at Him.  Who would let her whisper His name when she was overwhelmed and desperate.

That's Jesus.
That is how Melody really felt.

She couldn't see it,
...but the LORD was working even then.

autumn

Up her hoody went, and then she tucked her feet beneath her body.  A cold, blustery day-

But too pretty not to enjoy for a few minutes with her dog.  Ralph, an old terrior with black fur and a silver snout that echoed across his body in occasional silver hairs, kept his nose to the ground, having caught wiff of something.  Had it not been windy maybe she could hear his loud "huff" of the nose and his mouth when he opened it to get a better catch of the scent.  She could however hear his feet scraping over leaves.  The soft rumble of the wind reminded her of the beach.

Leaves flipped and drifted to the ground all around her.  The gutters were full; they'd only been cleared last week. But that is part of being surrounded by beautiful trees. Her dad had said he'd simply mow throught all the leaves.  Seeing how many there were in one corner of the yard, she wondered if he had been fibbing to keep her from raking. 

A smile caught at her lips as she stared at the grass, long now with dew glistening in sunlight and shimmering because of the wind moving it.  She was thinking about what different people in her life would say about this morning. 

Alone, she turned towards God and thanked him for the morning. She looked more closely at the different trees He had made-- a maple tree that actually had green leaves still that swelled like sails of a ship in the breeze; a pine tree with soft bristles that seemed to wave a thousand hands at her; a persimmon tree in the distance that glowed behind the pines, branches shifting forth and back.  God's hand.

 A blush itched to crawl across her face but it didn't, having wondered what one fellow she knew would say about the morning.  She silently told God about that, too-  He understood.

Mom would probably be talking on the phone were she here, admiring the morning and celebrating it the way she loved to- by talking with someone dear to her.

Dad would probably stand in the window and do dishes, relishing the beauty of nature, and finding satisfaction in getting a needed chore done with.

Her older brother would almost certainly sit for a few minutes in silence, and would've liked for someone else to join him, even if silent.  Ralph would be sufficient company for him though if no other person would venture into the chill and glow.

She looked at Ralph, now sitting on the sidewalk across from her.  He simply sat and looked towards the big lot adjacent to their yard.  He was calm, ears not raises and slouched somewhat.  He was just observing all around him, still, except for an occasional turn of the head to see elsewhere.  He would do the same without her, but he stayed outside longer when there was company outside with him.

delighted!

"You know what makes my heart sing?
What makes my feet wobble and my smile crack wide open?
It is you when you make me laugh!
Nope, not when you are suave and smooth (though, occasionally that will stop my heart).
I'd take your voice cracking over a perfect monologue most days.
Your shoe left untied tickles my heart,
And when you are lost for words, well, I like that side of you, too.
Seeing you be whoever (whatever in the world you are)...
It does my heart a heap of good."

-unknown

I'm thankful that love isn't based on perfection, but on genuine appreciation and dare I say, delight, in who the person is (and is not).

break

rocking chair...
warm socks...
seeing Dad...
work gloves on the table...
ESPN in the background...
Red brick walls and aloe vera plant draping over the sink...
notes and photos scattered on counters and fridge...
pens collected in old jars...
leaves scattered on lawn despite being raked two days ago...
warm tans and browns on the kitchen walls...
simple dear things.
i'm happy

Fall Break

The wind pulled at her hair.  Eyes closed, she relished the roar and the water sprays hitting her face.  They were charging into the storm.  There really was no other way to reach their destination.  They could turn back but the storm would just catch up with them later if they did.  The team agreed consecutively that they would face the storm head on. 

They studied it;
They got to know the thunder and rumble they were about to run into.
They prepared; the team got as much rest as they could, they prepared meals, they repaired ripped clothing.  Training took up what time they were not preparing their items, their letters, their bodies, their souls.

The challenge was now near upon them;

And they seized the ropes and rigging with purpose. 

They hadn't known setting out on this journey that such a storm would hit them.  But now it seemed it was just for them.  To overcome or send them to their Maker.  Did the word adventure almost appear on the letter she was writing, that would be stuck in a glass bottle to land who knows where one day?  She couldn't help it- the word was set.

The sky crackled and the boat tossed and turned.  The team used every bit of knowledge, strength and faith.

They realized what it was to live; the traits of life well-lived seared their minds and empowered them to want to fight for more days for such life to walk.

Dear Busy

Dear Eager/compassionate/willing,

You are such a goober! 
I’m proud of your compassionate heart.  But look at what you are doing.

You run from one thing to the next, not having time to complete anything you want or NEED to.  You really must take care of these core things before you move on to other things.  I’m sorry--- there are always new things popping up to do… But the things on YOUR list will remain until you take care of them.  Take care of them and then you can move on.  Silly girl J  You are always running with the wind.  How endeavoring you are, and caring.  But if you don’t have your “nest” in order, once you need to land, you won’t have any foundation to rest in.  You really do need to take care of those things you are called to do for yourself.  Trust Me.  You might be able to be a problem solver, for other people, but unless you have things in order for yourself, you won't have a long-lasting impact.  I want you to have long-lasting impact on the people you will meet.  For that to be so, you must be well taken care of.  You must be in order.  You must be rested and so filled-- like, only a plant with great fertilizer really shoots off.  You really need to be sitting in fertile, tended soil.  Right now, you are sitting in clumps of rock and dirt, hurriedly put together.  That won't due for the long-haul.
  No, you don't need the nicest ornaments or material things, but you do need rest, joy, time with loved ones, time to love yourself and time to spend with Me.  Life will have sacrifices.  There will be storms and hurt.
But TURN TO ME!  Don't strive!  Oh, don't give out.  Turn to me and I will help them, too. 

Daughter- trust Me.  Do this.  Wait and see! 

Antidote

i'm thankful that the antidote to fear is faith.

I have been wanting to become a regular runner for a while now.  Get up, put on the tennis shoes, put my hair in a pony tail and bounce out the front door-- I want to do that and both be healthier and enjoy the time outside.  I LOVE being outside.  I seriously think every day I go outside is much better than the days where I am cooped up, even if just for half an hour outdoors.

What keeps me from running?  Lack of discipline?  Being tired?

Perhaps.  But I now believe, as I've been learning more about courage and confidence (these two themes have been running in my life since my freshman year of college)--

I believe that fear is what keeps me indoors. 

Fear of what?  That I will get kidnapped? Partially.
Fear that I won't be able to do it?  Slightly.
Fear that I won't stick to it, and fear that I will look foolish as I run?  I have to say that those two are the largest fears.  Both of them are stupid.  Why should I care what other people think I look like as I run? Plus, I WILL look fine unless I run out too sleepy to remember to switch out of pajama pants.  Even then most passerby wouldn't ever meet me.  The sticking to it matter is foolish because, of COURSE I won't stick with it if I don't begin.  That is automatic failure!  Yuck!

This can be paralleled to our faith.  What keeps us from living the life Christ has called us to?

Fear?

The antidote to fear is faith, and the best way to practice faith is taking action.

Start running!!!!

Hebrews 12:1-2a
12 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, ² fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.

My Semi-Dramatic yet valid Declaration of War.

I've decided to fight.

I don't want to fall into the wishing game of relationships.  I don't want to think and worry about what I need to do, or should do, or shouldn't do to be in a relationship....

NO.  I will trust God's guidance regarding this relationship business, and His timing.

I will continually lay my feelings, questions, dreams, frustrations at His feet.

God's plan is good, and I WILL NOT settle for anything less!  I may meet him yesterday or 30 years from now, and I say, let it be if that is God's plan. 

I'll scream it.  I WANT GOD'S PLAN, not mine or anyone else's!
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I WILL FIGHT to get good grades.  I'm tired, I'm bored, I prefer other things over homework.
But this is working towards my passion... What is passion if we DON'T DO ANYTHING to see the passion become reality?  If the passion is worth it, WE WORK TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.

I will stay up late, I will grit my teeth, I will do what is unnatural and do homework!

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I WILL FIGHT to love the people around me.  There's only so much time in a day.
LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO NOT LOVE the people God has placed around me.  Other things may battle for my time and attention, but what is most important in the end?  I WILL FIGHT to have the peace of mind to walk beside another and listen, instead of thinking about other things or flitting around from one task to the next.  I WILL FIGHT to take initiative instead of letting what God wants to happen fade into the distance!  Lord, help me!

I WILL FIGHT....  This is the life God has given me, and I don't want it to be wasted or fall short of what God left an opportunity to be ....

Mom's love

I don't see my mom super often, but we talk on the phone as much as we can . She is great.  An adorable lady who is so very kind, and just makes you smile.  Loves gardening, and she kind of "gardens" people, too.  She's also a very strong person.  There's a lot I could say about my momma.  But today she made me chuckle by how excited she was... and almost cry.

She told me she carried pictures along with her all day to look at during her free time.  They were pictures of...
...my brother and me.

That took my breath away and make me whisper "aw" and want to cry at the same time!  You see, we get to visit her on Saturday.  She is so excited!!  She is looking forward to it, and is fostering that hope with pictures and by talking to others about my brother and me.

That's it... now my eyes are teared up.  I'm thankful for that love my mom has.  And I'm glad she has that hope and joy inside of her.  It is precious and contagious.

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.....What if we walked around day to day like that, with reminders of God held dear and close to our hearts?  How would that change the day?  Psalm 27:4 and Phillipians 4:8 seem relevant!!! 

God holds us ever near His heart... !!!! Whoa!

Psalm 40:5  KJV
Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

Isaiah 43:1
But now, this is what the LORD says--he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: "Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.

Praises!

Lord, O Lord!
How great Thou art!

How I long to sprint to Your feet,
To dance in your presence,
To skip and sing
Praises unto Your Holy name with all the nations. 
Somehow you notice and love each of your children you design with care!

Thank You for all You do and all You've done.
Thanks for what You will do, too.
Thanks for saving my family and for being so dear to everyone in my family.
Your character is the very best, O God.
Thanks for providing for us and always meeting our needs.
Thanks for teaching us.
Thanks for big joys and hard lessons
That are now joys.

Thanks for being Daddy, Savior, Fortress, Strength, Shepherd, Friend, Redeemer, and Love (and more).

O Lord,
How great You are!

Kindness of God!

My God is so kind.

I've been struggling in an area lately.  This devo from Jesus Calling was perfect for today and brought  smile and tears to my eyes.

Come to me when you are weak and weary.  Rest snugly in My everlasting arms.  I do not despise your weakness, My child.  Actually, it draws me closer to you, because weakness stirs up my compassion- My yearning to help.  Accept yourself in your weariness, knowing that I understand how difficult your journey has been.
Do not compare yourself with others, who seem to skip along their life-paths wth ease.  Their journeys have been different from yours, and I have gifted them with abundant energy.  I have gifted you with fragility, providing opportunities for you spirit to blossom in My Presence.  Accept this gift as a sacred treasure:  delicate, yet glowing with brilliant Light.  Rather than struggling to disguise or deny your weakness, allow Me to bless you richly through it.

Scripture references: Isaiah 42:3 A bruised reed he will not break,
and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.
In faithfulness he will bring forth justice; 

Isaiah 54:10 Though the mountains be shaken
and the hills be removed,
yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken
nor my covenant of peace be removed,”
says the Lord, who has compassion on you.

Romans 8:26 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.

the mind!

God, when I remember You- forgive me- when I remember You, things make so much more sense and I feel so much calmer.  It is like borrowing your perspective. 
Thank You.  I need You! All the time!

I struggle sometimes with the relationship topic. I'd like one, to be honest, and occasionally it brings me down. But when I turn my heart and thoughts towards God, that changes.

I feel peace about the future,
About friendships with guys,
about the day and everything that's part of it.

God changes my heart.  And He will as often as I let Him!
What a change in mindset from longing to confident in Christ, and wanting MORE of Christ.  (In that light a relationship actually looks like a distraction...) ... And a matter I can leave in God's trustworthy, capable hands - like a child trusting a trinket to an adult. The trinket gets put in the adult's pocket, and the child then pays little or no mind to it and skips happily along, living moment by moment without the worry about it. 

It is kind of like that.  We can trust that God is trusworthy, that He really loves us, and that He is in control...

Really. It is okay. God tells us Who He is in the Bible.  Do we really trust Him to be what He says?  Do your actions line up with your answer? 

I struggle with this, always it seems wanting to grasp a worry or thought and find out EVERY possible angle of it, or the ways it could turn out.  (Ginny! no.) God is faithful to teach me and show me HIS way. He's so patient.
This verse just seems relevant.

Romans 12:2
² Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is —his good, pleasing and perfect will.


"More God, less me!"

an afternoon

She walked to the edge of the field and stared.
The wind twirled her long straw-colored hair.  It blew apart like a handful of straw caught in a large gust, and shimmered in the sunlight.

She was watching. And waiting.  At any moment, her Pa would drive into the drive in his navy blue pickup.  It was a beaten but faithful old truck.  She wondered if he had made a grocery run or not today.  Ma had mentioned needing flour.  Alaina hoped he hadn't, so that they could go together later, probably with her younger sister Janie too..  It was so fun to go into town.  It was just different.  It didn't hurt that the clerk's son who also helping in the store, a year older than she, was an attractive young fellow. Perhaps a little too boyish to take seriously yet, but for whatever reason she hoped he'd be there.

After a few seconds more of staring poetically into the distance, she became bored, so turned to contine on the path to the creek.  She wanted to find smooth stones to give to Janie, who was working on a flower garden.  The stones would be pretty border decorations.  They would need a lot though, so Alaina had resolved to take trips on occasion, whenever time found itself open.

She would look for any more treasures the ravens had left, too. One tree held a raven's nest, and it seemed like every time she looked at it something new was there.  Why, she had even seen her mother's broach (missing after church one day) in the nest last time she had visited.  Along with some strands of horse hair and one of her own shoelaces. The family dogs would announce the arrival of her Pa, so she needn't worry about keeping her eyes out for the pickup going down the lane.

His ear is fluffier.

Thankful for new perspectives.

Today I sat outside with my dog, sitting on the cement patio.  I journaled.  I read old entries and prayers.  then I began snapping pictures on my phone of my dog.   I focused in on the texture of his fur on his back, on the lighter fur around his leg, on his fluffy ear, on his red collar.  On his wet beard after getting a drink of water and on his mouth as he started to yawn (accident).  I turned my camera to the dry leaves crinkled on speckled pavement after that, and the old red vase with moss crawling across the sides, faded red and green to crisp orange and forest evergreen.   I saw a flower glowing where shade had missed a spot and photographed it a few different ways.  I photographed myself, like I had my dog, just simple, looking straight ahead,  my hair, eyes closed, and as I was writing.  Then I saw soo many other opportunities for photos, but my phone was about dead and laundry was waiting on me. I could only afford a couple more photos before heading in.

Shooting from such angles is nothing new.  Art students do it to get perspective and better know how to recognize and illustrate detail.

I noticed that the world seemed a lot more magical when I photographed in this manner.  I just photographed what was there... not a moment or a put- together pose. In a way, I distanced myself and just examined the many qualities of what was in the lens.  It even made me appreciate how I look in a different way, when the photos sit next to ones of flowers, moss, vases, and my dog.

People do that in their day to day lives, too. Step back.  Distance themselves for a while from a situation that is consuming or overwhelming you.  Examine their questions about the present and future with a camera, snapping the pretty light that falls and the shadows that they can't quite name. 

They don't know what is in the shadow... and that is OK.
The grass yonder is a little fuzzy, unfocused.... and that is how the picture is, for now, right now.

It has been peaceful people that have done this in my experience. People who have faced a lot of punches in life, but while I've known them at least, remained calm and true blue in the midst of it.  I think of my grandma.  When her son was in terrible condition, she of course felt bad.  But she prayed.  She still welcomed whoever came to the door.  She still set out a little something sweet, in case anyone might be hungry or have a sweet craving.  Grandma didn't cave in.  She looked at what was there, and tacked that photo to the wall.... she didn't cry and complain that the situaion existed. 

She examined it, and accepted it.

Christ did very much that, too, in the Garden of Gathsemene.  He knew what God wanted Him to do.  He talked to God about it, sweating and crying.  "If you will, take this cup from me."  If You will it, God, take this away.  "If Your servant must take this cup, then I will."  If I must do it, God, I will do it.

He owned up to His fear. He owned up to what God wanted Him to do.  Because of His love for us, and Him being THE WAY to forgiveness---the ONLY WAY-  He accepted it and did it.  He died on the cross.

And rose.

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Remember God's perspective.  He sees every angle of every matter.

That comforts me. 

Faith is a decision.... It is trust that God is who He claims to be and that He does what the Bible says He does.

Will you be able to stand if thing don't go how you imagined, hoped for, or outlined?  just a question. 

Some of the best artworks were accidents.  Some of the best inventions were never intended.  Go, google it.  (Makes me wonder about fire.... :) )
Here is a video that takes a different spin on urban life and what hundreds of people pass by every day.  He did this with his secondary camera while he waited for the new "good" one to come in so he could start a project...  It is pretty cool!!!

http://accidentalart.wordpress.com/

Done rambling. Have a great day and God bless!!

GF in God devo, crosswalk.com

July 24, 2012
Don’t Give Up!
Sharon Jaynes
Today’s Truth
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith” - (2 Timothy 4:7 NIV).

Friend to Friend
It was the first swim meet of the year for our newly formed Middle School Aquatics team. The atmosphere on the three hour bus ride was electric with anticipation as the band of forty-eight adolescents thought of nothing but victory. However, the electricity turned into shock as our minnows filed off the bus and stared in disbelief at their muscle clad, Neptune-like opponents.

The coach checked the schedule. “Surely there’s been a mistake,” he thought. But the schedule only confirmed that, yes, this was the right place and the right time.

The two teams formed a line on the side of the pool. Whistles blew, races were begun, and races were lost. Halfway through the meet, Coach Huey realized that he had no participants for one of the events.

“OK team, who wants to swim the 500 yard free style?” the coach asked.

Several hands shot up, including Justin’s. “I’ll race coach!”

The coach looked down at the freckle faced youth and said, “Justin, this race is twenty lengths of the pool. I’ve only seen you swim eight.”

“Oh, I can do it coach. Let me try. What’s twelve more laps.”

The coach reluctantly conceded. “After all,” he thought, “It’s not the winning but the trying that builds character.”

The whistle blew and the opponents torpedoed through the water and finished the race in a mere four minutes and fifty seconds. The winners gathered on the sidelines to socialize while our group struggled to finish. After four more long minutes, the last exhausted members of our team emerged from the water. The last except for Justin.

Justin was stealing breaths as his hands slapped against the water and pushed it aside to propel his thin body forward. It appeared that he would go under at any minute, yet something seemed to keep pushing him onward.

“Why doesn’t the coach stop this child?” the parents whispered among themselves. “He looks like he’s about to drown and the race was won four minutes ago.”

But what the parents did not realize was that the real race, the race of a boy becoming a man, was just beginning.

The coach walked over to the young swimmer, knelt down and quietly spoke.

Relieved parents thought, “Oh, he’s finally going to pull that boy out before he kills himself.”

But to their surprise, the coach rose from the concrete, stepped back from the pool’s edge, and the young man continued to swim.

One teammate, inspired by his brave friend, went to the side of the pool and walked the lane as Justin pressed on. “Come on Justin, you can do it! You can do it! Keep going! Don’t give up!”

He was joined by another, then another, until the entire team was walking the length of the pool rooting for and encouraging their fellow swimmer to finish the race set before him.

The opposing team saw what was happening and joined the chant. The students’ contagious chorus sent a chill through the room and soon the once concerned parents were on their feet cheering, shouting, and praying. The room was pulsating with energy and excitement as teammates and opponents alike pumped courage into one small swimmer.

Twelve long minutes after the starting whistle had blown, an exhausted, but smiling, Justin Rigsbee swam his final lap and struggled to pull himself out of the pool. The crowd had applauded the first swimmer, as he crossed the line, first place. But they gave Justin the greater cheer, for finishing the race.
In 2 Timothy 4:7, Paul writes, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith” (NIV). On some days, when the swimming or running grows difficult – on those days when I want to quit, I long for friends and family who will walk the course with me cheering me on. “Come on Sharon, you can do it!” “Don’t give up! You’re almost there!”

But there are days when I look around and there seems to be no one there to cheer me on. That’s when I need to look a bit closer, listen a bit more intently, and hear the still small voice of my Heavenly Father. He’s always there to pick me up when I fall, hold me when I cry, hug me when I’m feeling alone, cheer for me when I’m victorious, and love me when I’m just me. And He’s there for you too.

Our Heavenly Parent is cheering for you, my friend. He’s saying, “Keep going! Don’t give up! You are precious to Me! You’re not alone! You can do it!”

Today, feel God’s embrace and listen closely as He speaks to your heart. I think I hear Him now…

Let’s Pray
Dear Heavenly Father, sometimes I feel like I’m not going to make it. Thank You for friends that come alongside me and cheer me on when I feel like I’m about to go under. Most of all, thank You for always being with me and cheering me on in the great race of life. I love You!
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

On a Tuesday

Thankful today for...

families,
and
wind.

Another new family with an accent visited today.  They had a 10 month old daughter whom they treasure.  They were Extremely kind, and even encouraged me before they left about going into ministry.  Their little girl was quietly curious about everything and had big brown eyes.


Then in general I just love windy days.

Laughing, Thanking, Breathing!

Thankful for the love and hope our Lord and Savior gives and brings.

I saw a photo of a boy who had to have surgery (it was successful!) to remove his arm, laughing and smiling beside his friend. Precious, adorable little boys.
Some other people helped the family afford the surgery, too.

I read praises and thankfulness in writings by my friends at the goodness of God.

I saw my new baby second cousin in photos.

After seeing those three things, my heart for a moment was so filled, that tears came to my eyes.  I think sometimes God gives us samples of the love HE feels- it is overwhelming!!...

Thanks and Praise You, God, for Your BIG Love!

Wow!

I'm thankful for friends and acquaintances that continually refresh me and inspire me to chase after God further.  You know, they show me many differeny ways of chasing!

My brother strives to be always available and willing to lend a hand- to serve others and Christ;

My friend Morgyn has such a compassionate heart... she listens to others' woes and then uses humor to get them to laugh.  She also is brave enough to go against a crowd to do what she knows to be right.

Elyse is taking God at His Word and stepping forward, again and again, to meet Him.


Megan is willing to go the extra mile for those she loves, most of all Christ, and bravely follows Him.

Garrett inspires me to be bold for Christ and helps raise up leaders in the Body of Christ.

Alicia always loves to contribute her gift of helps and practical wisdom to a cause.

Kari prays so very fervently, interceding and adoring her God...


Kacie is leaving behind what she loves for the Lover of her soul, obeying His call to move.

Rachel waits on Him, trusting Him and letting His presence DRENCH her.

Laura encourages others through listening prayer, big smiles, and sooo much love and encouragement, whenever she can offer it!!

Two Brians I know love to mentor those younger than them, discipling them.

Corey is going to another country to encourage the broken hearted and share the gospel, as well as plant churches!

My dad is a confidante for anyone who needs advice or help, and sacrificial in his love for family.

My mom has compassion and love written all over her.

Grandma accepts Everyone.

Grandpa  is an example of a real man.

Zak is ever loyal and kind in a hushed way, serving God without seeking applause (maybe EVADING applause)!

Nikki is relentless in pursuing her King.


Emily is humble, servant-hearted, eagerly obedient to Christ, and nurturing.

Josh is willing to be used by God however He wants and is such a riot,

Sarah would go the extra  mile for anyone and loves deeper than most.

Joy truly would do anything to help a child,

And that isn't half of the people who bless me. God uses you all so amazingly!  Love you all!

"And He won't let go"

These lyrics were in an article  here:  http://setapartgirl.com/article-SEPT-warriorpoetmanhood.html

Really encouraged me this evening. 



She's in Love, by According to John.

What a beautiful smile

A radiant girl

Fell in love first time I saw her

She stays on my mind

I’d give anything

To know everything about her

There’s light in her eyes

And I know it’s all for Him

She carries on and on

Like He was her best friend

Chorus:

She’s in love

It’s not hard to see

But I would like to believe it was with me

Someone got a hold of her heart

And He won’t let go

And I know

She’s in love

She looks to the sky

When she talks about Him

She believes He hung the moon

Said He had to go away

She waits for his return

Says He’s coming for her soon

How can this be fair?

This guy can walk on water

Don’t guess I’ve got a prayer

He’s written love letters to reach her

She worships the ground He walks on

She just smiles when she says His name

It’s a match made in heaven

I can’t compete with the King of Kings

Rest!

Thankful for...

the fact that we can REST in Christ! 

Isaiah 30:15 :  In returning to Me and resting in Me you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength. (AMP)

Read that verse in a devotional today, Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young. I will go ahead and type out the rest: 
"Rest in my presence when you need refreshment.  Resting is not necessarily idleness, as people often perceive it.  When you relax in My company, you are demonstrating trust in Me. Trust is a rich word, laden with meaning and direction for your life.  I want you to lean on, trust, and be confident in Me.  When you lean on Me for support, I delight in your trusting confidence. 

Many people turn away from Me when they are exhausted.  They associate Me with duty and diligence, so they try to hide from My Presence when they need a break from work.  How this saddens Me!  As I spoke through My prophet Isaiah:  In returning to Me and resting in Me you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength."

Verse cited:  Proverbs 3:5, Isaiah 30:15.
Proverbs 3:5  Trust in the LORD with all your heart;lean not on your own understanding.

(Ginny again!: )
 It is such a blessing to know that I can rest with God and trust Him to renew me, and help me accomplish whatever He asks me to.  I'm weak but He is my strength.  I'm fearful, but He is my confidence.  I need His help, and I try to tell Him so everyday.  Like, loving people.  It always feels like I'm about to leap from a tall building when I think of reaching out to love someone I have never met or talked to much, but God faithfully enables me to love when I take that step in faith- when I lean back on Him like a child and listen to His voice. "Go ahead," and totter forward.  I'm glad to say the tottering is turning, as time goes on, into a walk with purpose.  People say I am one of the most loving people they know--- THAT is a God thing.  Imagine, one of my biggest obstacles, is what people identify me by. 

People in the Bible are that way, too.  David was just a young boy, but he defeated a giant.  Joseph was the baby of the family and betrayed by his brothers into slavery, but Joseph became second to the king of Egypt or something like that and saved a lot of people from famine.  Paul was a killer and persecuted Christians, but God made him the author of a big chunk of the New Testament and someone who founded churches (an apostle).  Deborah was a woman, which made you low status in OT times; but she lead the Israelites to victory and a time of peace and prosperity.  It goes on and on.  Our God seems to be a God of paradigms.  As we trust and lean on Him, He can do more than we ever thought possible.

But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.  1 Corinthians 1:27

For nothing is impossible with God.  Luke 1:37

How are you today?  Have you had a busy week?  Hope you can have a  Restful weekend, whatever you are doing... God can meet us wherever we are.  (oh, how wonderful!)

Keep on!
:) Ginny

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*http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMdAZ-u2Lgs&feature=related You are For Me

love this...

and this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YXygCLso9U The More i Seek You

Temples

Oh my goodness!

Today a family entered the church just as I was leaving in the early afternoon.  It was a father, his son, and two daughters.  The father greeted me with a smile before he walked into the church office, and his kids gazed around the hall, taking in this new place.  The secretary was on the phone, so I approached and asked if he was looking for someone.  He said in a thick accent, somewhere from Europe:

"Yes. My son, by the grace of God, wants to play basketball. Praise God." He smiled kindly the whole time. "Someone told me that they have basketball program here.  Where can I find information?" 

His son smiled at me, and the other children observed me, too.  I let him know there was indeed a basketball program, and took him and the kids to Pastor Larry's office.  Pastor Larry greeted and invited the small herd into his office.  I peaked in and remained by the door before returning downstairs.

"yes, nice to meet you!  Thank God, my son wants to play basketball...."

Encountering this family left my heart light and a smile plastered to my face. Would you believe, tears even came to my eyes! (I am emotional..)

The man I encountered was simply full of God's grace. I don't know ANYTHING about him really.  But I just met him for a couple moments, and I gathered that:

He was absolutely thankful and dependent on God; totally concerned with the spiritual health of his children; and loving, greeting me and Pastor Larry with a warm smile, kind eyes, and words of praise and thanks to God on his tongue.  I hope that the man I encountered is who he is "full time".  ...I sincerely think it was.

I was going to go to the sanctuary before leaving, and after waiting outside the door for a few moments, went downstairs and to the right to do so.  That's when my eyes became wet and I thanked God for families like that and fathers so devoted to God and their children.  I prayed for a few moments more when a woman named Kris also entered the sanctuary. She was surprised to see me but greeted me with ease and told me about her missing Bible, which we looked for for a couple moments.  After looking and failing, she told me about herself and told me about a potluck on Thursday.  She invited me without being pushy, which is quite gracious.  Apparently she goes to Fishers in the summer then back to Texas for the rest of the year, helping with Katrina relief on the way.

She told me about a Herron family she used to babysit for as their parents went squaredancing on Friday nights. Late in the evening while the kids were in bed, and she waited on the parents, she could only listen to one Radio Station, from TN with a woman who definitely sounded like she was bred and raised in TN.  The station dug into God's Word, spoken with a twang-- and Kris told me, "That taught me so much about God!" 

She wished me luck and left the church.  I returned to the santuary again to sit for a moment.  I thanked Him for people like Kris.

And then I left, heart about to spill and hardly able to keep from squirming in the driver's seat. Anyone would have thought I was bizarre had they been watching me, but I looked at the church as I drove away and laughed.  I thanked God for how He uses the church and prayed it be blessed and do all He wants it to.  Then I thought of all the churches across the U.S. 

All little docks where God is welcome. How blessed they are, and how the world needs these docks, at church, and the supermarket, and concerts, and bars and schools and restaurants.  The man I encountered was a beacon of light, and so was Kris.  If they are the same out of church as in church... and it seems like they are- then they take that consecration and blessings of God with them wherever they go.

All that above doesn't make much sense. But what I'm getting at, is... Church is a building.  It is also a collection of people... "The Body of Christ."  And, it is individuals. 

Jesus refers to the body as a temple. 
John 2:21 But the temple he had spoken of was his body.

And other Scripture does, too.

1 Corinthians 6:19 Don't you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself.

2 Corinthians 6:16 What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols? For we are the temple of the living God. As God has said: "I will live with them and walk among them, and I will be their God, and they will be my people."

1 Corinthians 3:16 Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?

 Am I, are you, are we being the Church?  The man I met was. So was Kris.