" I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit." Romans 15:13
I have so much hope for my future. What I love about this Bible verse is that right smack dab in the middle of the it comes the word "trust". I think it's so exciting how trust in God gives way to things like joy and peace, but I especially like hope. Hope's one of my favorites. True hope comes from that place of trust. Sometimes that trust is completely sacrificial. Let me give you an example in my own life.
I believe that God had given me a promise. I've been holding onto this promise ever since I was a little girl. I believed that one day I would be a wife. Recently, I've been moving forward into new things, trying to listen to God's leading. As I've listened, I've realized that in order to move forward I need to sacrifice, in trust, the promise I believe God gave to me.
As I took this journey of sacrifice, I read two stories from the Bible. First, Abraham's story from Genesis 22:1-18, in which Abraham was asked by God to sacrifice his son Isaac. Then, I read Jesus story of sacrifice on the cross in Matthew chapters 26-28.
In Abraham's story, a ram was provided by God to replace Isaac as the sacrifice. Because of his faith and trust in God, Abraham was blessed in Genesis 22:17-18.
17" I will certainly bless you. I will multiply your descendants beyond number, like the stars in the sky and the sand on the seashore. Your descendants will conquer the cities of their enemies. 18 And through your descendants all the nations of the earth will be blessed—all because you have obeyed me.” Abraham must have been feeling pretty hopeful, joyful and peaceful that day.
In Jesus' story, He was the lamb who took away the sin of the world. Because of His magnificent sacrifice we are the one's who have been blessed with eternal life.
16" For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him." John 3:16-17
Once again, a message of hope, peace, and joy, through sacrifice.
As I sacrificed this promise, I took it very seriously. I knew what it meant. The Lord will not necessarily provide me a ram in replacement. I must be willing to give up this promise in order to make way for the Lord to move in my life. Do I know God's plan for my future? Of course not. But, I know I can trust Him, and where I lack trust He is teaching me to trust Him, day by day. One thing I do know is that God's future for me is far better than the one I imagine. It is full of Joy, and Peace, and Hope. But, best of all it is full of Him.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Musical Mayhem
There's something about music and singing that I absolutely love. A few years ago I was given a special gift by the previous youth pastor at our church. I had been dog sitting for him and his wife, and to show their appreciation they gave me a gift they knew I would never buy for myself, an Ipod.
As for buying an Ipod for myself, the youth pastor hit the nail on the head, I would never have done such a thing. But, now that I have one I'm hooked. My Ipod has seen me through some rough nights, some long and painful workouts, and when I'm just not having a very good day I turn to two things, Jesus and music. These are the things that lift my spirits.
Earlier this week, I was exercising away listening to one of my favorite songs. I clicked off my Ipod for just one moment to ask my daughter a question, and when I came back and tried to switch it on again, all that stared back at me was the black screen of death.
I was doomed. I began to sweat. I looked up at my daughter, "It's dead," was all I could manage to say.
"Is the battery charged?" She asked me, her eyes beginning to widen in sheer panic and horror.
"I just charged it."
I quickly grabbed my laptop and sat down on the couch. I plugged my Ipod into my computer and waited for the familiar Itunes menu to come on the screen. Nothing. Nyet. Zilch. Nada. The black screen of death stared up at me as if to say, "Where's your precious music now?"
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I reminded myself that the Ipod was just a thing, that it really had no value. I told myself that I didn't need to listen to music while I did the rest of my exercises, or while I cleaned my room, I could just hum to myself. Who was I kidding? Let's face it, I was bummed.
Music has this eternal quality about it. It doesn't just hang out in the background making noise. It winds its way into our souls, lifts our spirits and makes us feel good. It's a gift. Something from our Creator. Something so special that it even helps us to give love and praise back to God. That's pretty cool.
The next morning I rolled out of bed and walked into the living room. I spied my little dead Ipod sitting on the kitchen table. I picked it up and walked to the couch. Sitting down, I decided to give it one last try and clicked the menu button. As if by magic, the light came on and the menu started up.
I was so excited I wanted to throw a party, or have a parade through the neighborhood in my pajamas, waving the little piece of technology high above my head and shouting, "It's not dead! I beat the black screen of death!" But, I didn't do it, don't worry. Instead, I poured myself an extra cup of coffee and celebrated quietly, while I restored my Ipod. Here's to music, and those crazy little mechanical devices we play it on.
As for buying an Ipod for myself, the youth pastor hit the nail on the head, I would never have done such a thing. But, now that I have one I'm hooked. My Ipod has seen me through some rough nights, some long and painful workouts, and when I'm just not having a very good day I turn to two things, Jesus and music. These are the things that lift my spirits.
Earlier this week, I was exercising away listening to one of my favorite songs. I clicked off my Ipod for just one moment to ask my daughter a question, and when I came back and tried to switch it on again, all that stared back at me was the black screen of death.
I was doomed. I began to sweat. I looked up at my daughter, "It's dead," was all I could manage to say.
"Is the battery charged?" She asked me, her eyes beginning to widen in sheer panic and horror.
"I just charged it."
I quickly grabbed my laptop and sat down on the couch. I plugged my Ipod into my computer and waited for the familiar Itunes menu to come on the screen. Nothing. Nyet. Zilch. Nada. The black screen of death stared up at me as if to say, "Where's your precious music now?"
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I reminded myself that the Ipod was just a thing, that it really had no value. I told myself that I didn't need to listen to music while I did the rest of my exercises, or while I cleaned my room, I could just hum to myself. Who was I kidding? Let's face it, I was bummed.
Music has this eternal quality about it. It doesn't just hang out in the background making noise. It winds its way into our souls, lifts our spirits and makes us feel good. It's a gift. Something from our Creator. Something so special that it even helps us to give love and praise back to God. That's pretty cool.
The next morning I rolled out of bed and walked into the living room. I spied my little dead Ipod sitting on the kitchen table. I picked it up and walked to the couch. Sitting down, I decided to give it one last try and clicked the menu button. As if by magic, the light came on and the menu started up.
I was so excited I wanted to throw a party, or have a parade through the neighborhood in my pajamas, waving the little piece of technology high above my head and shouting, "It's not dead! I beat the black screen of death!" But, I didn't do it, don't worry. Instead, I poured myself an extra cup of coffee and celebrated quietly, while I restored my Ipod. Here's to music, and those crazy little mechanical devices we play it on.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Great is Your Faithfulness
Last weekend I visited my sister's church in Cheney and was blessed to witness a momentous event, the water baptism of my lovely niece, Zarah. I love baptisms. I love the excitement in the room, and the look on people's faces when they get to declare, "Oh boy, I'm making an out-loud statement to the world today that I love Jesus. I'm going to follow Him, serve Him, and live for Him all the rest of my days."
Whew, it's pretty fantastic.
After the baptisms we worshiped God with music. I love praising God with music just as much as I love baptisms. So, at this point, as you can well imagine, I felt a little like I was going to explode with excitement. Here I was in a room full of people who were loving Jesus just like me. Not only that, but some of those people were my favorite people. My brother-in-law Tim was running sound board, sitting behind him was my nephew Geoff. My niece Querida, was rocking the piano, and my mother and daughter were sitting right next to me. Across the aisle, were my niece Zarah, nephew Xavier and next to them, with her hands raised, was one of my very best friends, my sister Amy.
Then we came to a hymn I haven't sung in years. This hymn resonated straight to the core of my very being. It was as if the person who wrote the words had walked a mile or two in the very sneakers I was in. The hymn was "Great is Thy Faithfulness."
"Great is Thy faithfulness," O, God my father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not,
As Thou has been Thou forever wilt be.
"Great is Thy faithfulness!" "Great is Thy faithfulness!"
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided--
"Great is Thy faithfulness!" Lord, unto me!
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine with ten thousand beside!
That was when I started fighting tears of joy and gratitude. It was truly an amazing morning full of God's reminders of his faithfulness. I had to take a moment to let it all sink in. It was almost as if I was looking at a giant road map with a huge red "X" to mark your location. Instead of the phrase "you are here" printed above the red "X", the words "The Holy Spirit is right here, hanging out with you guys," was printed in bold black lettering. You know, the kind of bold lettering you can't miss, even from across the street. He was definitely making His presence known, and marking His location.
I love those moments. Those are the kind of moments I want to store on the tip of my memory bank in the "easily retrievable" section. For those times when I'm not on the mountain top with God, and heading into a storm, needing a reminder of His faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:21-24 NLT
"Yet I still dare to hope
when I remember this:
The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
His mercies never cease.
Great is His faithfulness;
his mercies begin afresh each morning.
I say to myself, "The Lord is my inheritance;
I will hope in Him!"
Whew, it's pretty fantastic.
After the baptisms we worshiped God with music. I love praising God with music just as much as I love baptisms. So, at this point, as you can well imagine, I felt a little like I was going to explode with excitement. Here I was in a room full of people who were loving Jesus just like me. Not only that, but some of those people were my favorite people. My brother-in-law Tim was running sound board, sitting behind him was my nephew Geoff. My niece Querida, was rocking the piano, and my mother and daughter were sitting right next to me. Across the aisle, were my niece Zarah, nephew Xavier and next to them, with her hands raised, was one of my very best friends, my sister Amy.
Then we came to a hymn I haven't sung in years. This hymn resonated straight to the core of my very being. It was as if the person who wrote the words had walked a mile or two in the very sneakers I was in. The hymn was "Great is Thy Faithfulness."
"Great is Thy faithfulness," O, God my father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not,
As Thou has been Thou forever wilt be.
"Great is Thy faithfulness!" "Great is Thy faithfulness!"
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided--
"Great is Thy faithfulness!" Lord, unto me!
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness,
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine with ten thousand beside!
That was when I started fighting tears of joy and gratitude. It was truly an amazing morning full of God's reminders of his faithfulness. I had to take a moment to let it all sink in. It was almost as if I was looking at a giant road map with a huge red "X" to mark your location. Instead of the phrase "you are here" printed above the red "X", the words "The Holy Spirit is right here, hanging out with you guys," was printed in bold black lettering. You know, the kind of bold lettering you can't miss, even from across the street. He was definitely making His presence known, and marking His location.
I love those moments. Those are the kind of moments I want to store on the tip of my memory bank in the "easily retrievable" section. For those times when I'm not on the mountain top with God, and heading into a storm, needing a reminder of His faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:21-24 NLT
"Yet I still dare to hope
when I remember this:
The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
His mercies never cease.
Great is His faithfulness;
his mercies begin afresh each morning.
I say to myself, "The Lord is my inheritance;
I will hope in Him!"
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The Challenge
The past few weeks have been such a challenge for me. My neurologist has wanted to adjust and readjust medications that I've been taking for the dystonia in my legs, and this has led to massive amounts of pain in my legs. Not to mention, massive amounts of clenching in my jaw at night while I sleep. Unfortunately, this led to the strain of the masseter muscle in my cheek, which is the muscle that chews your food and helps you talk, which are two of my favorite activities.
All of this pain has been causing me to reflect upon some things in my life. First, soft food is not as much fun or as satiating as I thought they would orginally be. There is only so much mashed potatoes, applesauce, yogurt, and pudding one can stand. And yes, I have tried mixing them together, homemade applesauce and vanilla yogurt go good together, where as applesauce and mashed potatoes do not. Chocolate pudding and marinara aren't a blend I would recommend, either. Don't fool yourself into thinking you're becoming the next gourmet chef when you're in that much pain. Oh, and I also recommend taking the jaw splint out of your mouth before eating any soft foods. It's not a pretty sight. No one wants to see it.
Second, I've been reflecting a lot on pain. Pain has been a regular part of my daily routine for the past three years. This pain has been cause by a neurological disorder called dystonia.
Dystonia: - a neurological disorder, caused by disease of the basal ganglia, in which the muscles of the trunk, shoulders, and, neck go into spasm, so that the head and limbs are held in unnatural positions.
For me it means shaking my head "no" constantly and having spasming in my legs. I have learned to laugh a lot over the last three years. Sometimes, the only way I can get through a painful day is by laughing through it. I have a large family that likes to joke with me about this illness. It helps us all get through the difficulties, and it helps us to bond as a family. We had a discussion once about what it would look like if I ever got pulled over by a police officer.
Police officer: "Ma'am, can I see you're license and registration?"
Me: (Silently staring in terror at the police officer shaking my head, after all I've never been pulled over before.)
Police officer: "Ma'am, are you going to cooperate with me?"
Me: (Still silently staring in terror shaking my head violently.)
Police Officer: "Ma'am, do you have a medical condition?"
Me: (Tears welling up in my eyes. Why won't my head shake "yes" every once in a while?)
Police Officer: "Ma'am I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car"
Me: (Oh dear)
Last, but certainly not least, I've been reflecting on the most important thing in my life, Christ. He overshadows the first two things that I've been mulling over in the past few weeks. One of the things that I've been challenged to do is to look in the Bible for specific instances involving Jesus suffering and dealing with pain. In Matthew 26: 36-46 Jesus is facing the cross and in deep distress about it. He asks repeatedly that the cup of suffering be taken away, but says that He will do God's will no matter what. He asks for His friends to keep vigil in the garden of Gethsemane and when He finds them asleep He wakes them up saying "Couldn't you watch with me even one hour?" Jesus is one stressed out Savior. I learned something very important from this passage. It's okay to be real about pain.
I have a tendency to put on a smile, and say everything is fine when in all reality I'm struggling. As I look at Christ's life and see the ways I want to be more like Him, I see that He expressed his pain and was open in his suffering. This makes me feel closer to my Savior than I have ever felt before. He can truly understand me. He not only felt pain, but he was honest about His pain. He didn't pretend it didn't exist, or put on a brave face like I do so often.
For the first two years, I let this illness stop me in my tracks. Then, The Lord did some great things in my life and now I've set my jaw (okay, no I'm not setting my jaw because that just hurts really bad), and I'm standing up and saying "yes" (while constantly shaking my head "no") to my Savior who always understands and is there for me.
Galatians 2:20 "I have been crucified with Christ and no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."
All of this pain has been causing me to reflect upon some things in my life. First, soft food is not as much fun or as satiating as I thought they would orginally be. There is only so much mashed potatoes, applesauce, yogurt, and pudding one can stand. And yes, I have tried mixing them together, homemade applesauce and vanilla yogurt go good together, where as applesauce and mashed potatoes do not. Chocolate pudding and marinara aren't a blend I would recommend, either. Don't fool yourself into thinking you're becoming the next gourmet chef when you're in that much pain. Oh, and I also recommend taking the jaw splint out of your mouth before eating any soft foods. It's not a pretty sight. No one wants to see it.
Second, I've been reflecting a lot on pain. Pain has been a regular part of my daily routine for the past three years. This pain has been cause by a neurological disorder called dystonia.
Dystonia: - a neurological disorder, caused by disease of the basal ganglia, in which the muscles of the trunk, shoulders, and, neck go into spasm, so that the head and limbs are held in unnatural positions.
For me it means shaking my head "no" constantly and having spasming in my legs. I have learned to laugh a lot over the last three years. Sometimes, the only way I can get through a painful day is by laughing through it. I have a large family that likes to joke with me about this illness. It helps us all get through the difficulties, and it helps us to bond as a family. We had a discussion once about what it would look like if I ever got pulled over by a police officer.
Police officer: "Ma'am, can I see you're license and registration?"
Me: (Silently staring in terror at the police officer shaking my head, after all I've never been pulled over before.)
Police officer: "Ma'am, are you going to cooperate with me?"
Me: (Still silently staring in terror shaking my head violently.)
Police Officer: "Ma'am, do you have a medical condition?"
Me: (Tears welling up in my eyes. Why won't my head shake "yes" every once in a while?)
Police Officer: "Ma'am I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car"
Me: (Oh dear)
Last, but certainly not least, I've been reflecting on the most important thing in my life, Christ. He overshadows the first two things that I've been mulling over in the past few weeks. One of the things that I've been challenged to do is to look in the Bible for specific instances involving Jesus suffering and dealing with pain. In Matthew 26: 36-46 Jesus is facing the cross and in deep distress about it. He asks repeatedly that the cup of suffering be taken away, but says that He will do God's will no matter what. He asks for His friends to keep vigil in the garden of Gethsemane and when He finds them asleep He wakes them up saying "Couldn't you watch with me even one hour?" Jesus is one stressed out Savior. I learned something very important from this passage. It's okay to be real about pain.
I have a tendency to put on a smile, and say everything is fine when in all reality I'm struggling. As I look at Christ's life and see the ways I want to be more like Him, I see that He expressed his pain and was open in his suffering. This makes me feel closer to my Savior than I have ever felt before. He can truly understand me. He not only felt pain, but he was honest about His pain. He didn't pretend it didn't exist, or put on a brave face like I do so often.
For the first two years, I let this illness stop me in my tracks. Then, The Lord did some great things in my life and now I've set my jaw (okay, no I'm not setting my jaw because that just hurts really bad), and I'm standing up and saying "yes" (while constantly shaking my head "no") to my Savior who always understands and is there for me.
Galatians 2:20 "I have been crucified with Christ and no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
My Very Own First Blog Entry!
This is it.
I woke up this morning, a million thoughts racing through my mind. This was the big day. I wondered what I should wear? Should I wear a dress suit? Should I do my hair up in a nice upsweep on the top of my head? Should I get my makeup done professionally?
Who am I kidding?
I'm sitting in my living room in my PJ's, with my cup of coffee, wearing a zip up hoody that I bought after trying it on in a department store, only to come home and find out that it had a full rib cage and skulls emblazoned on the front. Which is not my style. Did I take the sweatshirt back? No! I wear it proudly! When I'm doing laundry in the basement.
Either way, I'm just excited to be here. Making my first imprint in the world of blogging.
I woke up this morning, a million thoughts racing through my mind. This was the big day. I wondered what I should wear? Should I wear a dress suit? Should I do my hair up in a nice upsweep on the top of my head? Should I get my makeup done professionally?
Who am I kidding?
I'm sitting in my living room in my PJ's, with my cup of coffee, wearing a zip up hoody that I bought after trying it on in a department store, only to come home and find out that it had a full rib cage and skulls emblazoned on the front. Which is not my style. Did I take the sweatshirt back? No! I wear it proudly! When I'm doing laundry in the basement.
Either way, I'm just excited to be here. Making my first imprint in the world of blogging.
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