Monday, September 30, 2013
Plugged into the Power
Gentleman, please!
West Coast Baptist Women's Conference 2013



This was just a pretty fountain on the grounds of the church that I decided to snap a picture of...Funny story, it's in between two "tunnels" that connect one building to another (you see the door in the background?) Well, I decided to cut across rather then walk around...that yonder door? Was locked. Rebekah and I shared a moment of terror thinking we were locked in as we rushed back the way we came, and were greatly relieved to find that door hadn't shut all the way when we had walked through it. Thank God! We were free! Haha.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Oh, Heart
Oh, Heart...
The dreams you contain are so precious, don't lower your standards in times of lonliness. I know you dream of what you had and wish that it had turned out another way. And I know you dream of future things that seem so far out of reach. I know you see others with what you wish you had, and even others who don't understand that what they have is so special and you long for it too. But in this time of solitude you have a lot of learning to do!
Be patient young Heart, the day will come! Be steadfast dear Heart, for that day will be more then you had ever dreamed possible! The Lord doesn't take away without reason, and He knows you better then you know yourself, He can surpass the dreams you cling to if you're just patient enough to wait and to trust.
Oh, Heart....
How I know you long to be cherished, how I know it's over-due. If loving God with all that we are fulfills us, I know it would be simpler to do if we could be physically held by Him. Contentment would overflow and nothing else would be needed. But since it can't be, I know you long for a good, strong pair of arms to hold you... Maybe you more then most because of what was lacking in your early life... But God is faithful, lean on Him! Don't turn your thoughts toward flattery and your emotions toward unsure things. Heart, what you contain is precious, don't spread it here and there in hoping, keep yourself contained; controlled, so that you have all of you to give when the time is right.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Jesus, friend of sinners.
I know.
My last post was pretty dark and bitter... But I think I'm going to leave it up just as a reminder that we all go through dark times, and that there IS hope for tomorrow.
Today is yesterday's tomorrow, and Jesus has been pouring His hope into my heart all day. The whole morning at church was a blessing, I hadn't been to the alter in awhile (proof I was trying to creep control of my life back into my hands), so this morning my knees hit that alter and surrendered once again my life into Jesus' more the caple hands.
Not two hours later, I got a call from PetSmart saying that everyone had been asking for me to come back to work there (aww) and that since I'm known by everyone I can skip the interview process and just pick up my drug test paper tomorrow morning. (The first step in getting hired.)
PRAISE GOD!
Pastor taught this morning on how to be godly, Christian employees... Sounds like God is preparing me for something.
I can't even describe how I feel right now... No matter how desparate I can get to feeling, Jesus is always there whispering "lean on me, I can carry you through and bless you more then you're expecting."
Wow.
Just... WOW.
I will definitely be more thoughtful before I go slumping into a depression again. If I had just prayed, read my Bible, or actually listened to the worship music playing in my car last night, I highly doubt I would have sunk so far within myself.
Yes we all have pains in this life, but they should not consume us. And God is faithful to renew us each morning if we just seek Him. I'm honestly blown away.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Pain
I want you to imagine something.
I want you to imagine a cut, a deep cut. Got it? Good...
Cuts scab over, and so does this one. But you, you're a little neurotic and when you have a scab you tend to pick at it. Picking at it hurts but you do it anyway. Soon the scab is gone and you skin is stinging and raw and probably bleeding again.
A little time passes and another scab appears. You pick it off again. And again. And again... Then finally the skin becomes tough and heals but in the scabs place is a scar, a permanent scar that will never go away. Scars are ugly. What do we do with ugly things? Hide them. On goes the makeup; on goes the mask. The scar isn't gone, it will never be gone. But at least no one knows it's there.
In time even you forget the scar, hiding it is habit and the pain behind it is long gone. But the effects of that long ago pain still lurk in the corners of your mind, toying with your emotions. Suddenly hiding a scar isn't enough. Suddenly nothing is good enough. Weight, height, looks, feelings, thoughts, words, none of it is good enough and it all needs to be covered up. But covering it all up takes time, effort, energy.... And after awhile weariness sets in. What's the point in hiding? What's the person behind the mask become?
Who knows. You don't even know. You're so entangled in a world of pains felt over and over until you made yourself tough enough to ignore them. But the pains are still there. And no matter how you seek peace, no matter how you seek solice, you cannot find it... You know the One who heals all pain and takes away all sorrow. You love that One desperately. And yet... You still long for physical arms to hold you; for a physical voice to sing away your fears and promise you the sun will shine again. All around you are others who have what you seek, it seems so easy to find what you yourself are longing for but seem so unable to attain. Why. Why?
Pain is a monster. It swallows you alive and chokes you to death. But how do you define a pain for which there are no words? You can't.
BUT.
There is only hope.
There is always hope.
You just have to be willing to seek it, and when you find it: willing to accept it.
Lord, send your hope to me. Heal this aching heart and set me free. Make me a new creation in you. I want the freedom to make a change, I don't want to stay chained to the past anymore. Save me. Save me.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Prince Charming?
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." - Proverbs 31:30
but a MAN who fears the Lord is to be praised."



























