Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
when i was growing up my parent’s made it a point to make sure i was at church every sunday. it was a non-negotiable. i was just always there, luckily it was only a sunday morning kinda church, because i quickly realized that the “real” church in my brain happened at a local bible camp.
it was at this camp that i surrendered my heart to God practically every summer beginning in the 3rd grade. it was the constant urging of the Holy Spirit that i felt to become more like Christ even at a early age. One year however, i felt that urging a bit more.
i remember it was on a tuesday night at camp, it wasn’t even the night that they shared the Gospel and they make you cry.. (which i found our later was their whole goal..) we had just wrapped up our cabin’s devotions and i for some reason began questioning everything that i knew to be true. I remember clearly thinking “how do we know that God exists.” i went somewhere to be alone, but God answered my distress by bringing a lady into my life, Bonnie. Funny thing is i don’t remember anything we talked about that night, just that we talked. And in the morning, she was there to talk again. Then, every time i went back to camp.. she was there asking and inquiring about my relationship with God.
Since then, God has reveled to me so very much that i hold dear and close to my heart. it’s not a small thing when you see God working in your life.. it in fact, is addicting and drives me to become closer to Him constantly, so that i can feel and know that He still finds me useful and available.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
this morning i had the amazing opportunity to let 7 preschoolers play with needles. such great care was taken to avoid being pricked, and over all it was an outstanding lesson in pattern making. For about 45 minutes these boys, and one princess sat on my grandma's sleeping bag talking and discussing important things that preschoolers think are important like : mommies, daddies, names of cats, and of course snot. i love my job.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
i think what was so much fun was the realization that happens somewhere in your 30s that high school just isn't going to define you anymore, and you start shaking off those old boxes that you were put into either by yourself or by others. and you start to live as though you really did find yourself when you left high school.
that's what happened around the campfire last night.
i saw two friends.. refuse to live in those boxes anymore...
in all reality they had probably gotton rid of those boxes in some sort of fashion years earlier.. and i was just realizing that they were gone, my hope is thats what happened. life is way to short to live in boxes that either you put yourself into .. or that was forced upon you by small town thinking. either way i'm proud of them. i admire them.
the hard part i guess, as the night progressed, you find out that life gets messier and hurts run deeper and loving those we love gets harder.... and those boxes are harder to live in, or get rid of.
they become comfortable.
and we dont' really want to get rid of them.
so we don't. we carry them. we live in them. and dare i say we enjoy them?
it's hard to move out of a box into a new one, but good friends, around a fire, are pretty good truth tellers after midnight..
so i'll hold onto it.. at least for another 6 weeks.. then you can have it.. until you move out of that box.
unless... you need more time to realize that you don't want to live in that box anymore....
i'll be here either way.
cause that's what friends are for.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Biking 40 miles on your 38th birthday is not everyone's idea of fun...