Friendship has always been a tricky thing for me. I’m a kind of private person, an analyzer and critical thinker. Because I’m a thinker, I would find myself in conversations discouraged because I was still thinking on something that was now two topics past and my input no longer mattered (crazy what that’s been a thing with me but… it is). So I’ve had a hard time finding friends I’m comfortable around to truly just be me. To put up with my random thoughts. People that don’t care about my big toe that was cut off in a bicycle accident when I was three. People who don’t care about my not so great style choices sometimes haha or look down upon me because I’m not where they are in life. I’ve craved genuine connection…genuine friendship, knowing that there are people that have my back. Friendships were we can love, appreciate, support, and cheer on each other in whatever stage of life we’re in.
Tennis. I played tennis all four years of high school. Somehow I went from never having picked up a racket until my freshman year to being the team’s number one player by my senior year. (Which is surprising…especially considering my mom sent me to my first tennis practice with a wooden/metal racket from the sixties. Yep, and the worst part is that I didn’t even know the difference until I arrived at practice and faced humiliation no freshman wants to endure) But, with hard work and practice, I became our high school’s top player, meaning I played the number one seat from every school in our district all season.
Whew this is a big, big step for me. Let me know if this is something you enjoyed and you’d like to see more of or if you would just prefer written blogs. Thanks again for visiting my page! Continue reading “First Whirl at Video Blogging”
As marching and protesting roar ahead, my heart becomes heavy. The Bible prophesied that the world would eventually call good evil and evil good. With “Love Trumps Hate” signs plastered everywhere, I cannot help but finding that message to be an incredible misinterpretation of what true, God kind of love is. When I read in 1 Corinthians the definition of love, its characteristics seem to be noticeably absent from those who protest under a perceived banner of love in the past months. Continue reading “What Have We Done With Love?”
Stepping out of a brisk fall breeze and into a warm kitchen bursting with scents of pumpkin, cinnamon and apples swirling through the air is nearly unbeatable this time of year. I crave that twinkle of excitement for fall and all that it encompasses…college football and tailgate food, pumpkins, apples, hay bales, the kaleidoscope colors of falling leaves and of course, comfort food. Today I’m getting in the fall spirit and sharing some of my favorite recipes for this time of year. So grab your fall decor, a warm drink in a cute mug, and glorious smelling candles and lets get baking! Continue reading “Delight-fall Flavors”
There are days when my legs can’t quite keep up with the speed of life – running full speed and never seemingly able to catch up. Summer is in full swing at the lake and Kirby and I have been busier than ever. We’ve been so blessed with full schedules, family and customers that we adore. Coming off of a marathon of late nights and early mornings with the wakeboard camp we host for 52 high-spirited kiddos, traveling, and lots of lessons, we were in for a day of rest…well, sort of rest – which has given me a moment to let my hands return comfortably to my keyboard to write.
Two things that have been impacting me greatly lately. The first being the story of Mary and Martha. Why? About two weeks ago, in the midst going nonstop and working to overcome some business challenges, I beat Kirby home and picked up fresh groceries, cleaned the house, did laundry, made dinner, and whipped up some breakfast burritos for him for the week in attempts to provide a welcoming, safe atmosphere of love and peace. When he arrived home we just sat on the couch and took a deep breath of relief. In that moment I had many tasks that remained unfinished. I nearly jumped off the couch and continued in busyness, but the second I considered getting up to keep “serving” him, the Lord reminded me about the story of Mary and Martha.
In the story, Jesus came to Mary and Martha’s home. Martha was busy serving as Jesus was a guest in her home. I imagine she was working hard to be a good hostess cooking, cleaning, and preparing. As she is rushing around to make everything just right she becomes frustrated with her sister who has not offered an ounce of help. (Has anyone been in Martha’s shoes before besides myself? Not necessarily with your sister, but with others?) So, what WAS Mary doing? She was sitting at the feet of Jesus hearing His word. Luke 10:40 says, “But Martha was distracted with much serving, and she approached Him [Jesus] and said, ‘Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her therefore to help me.’
At this point in the story Jesus addresses Martha so softly, but also gives profound advice. Luke 10:41, “And Jesus answered and said to her, ‘Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things.’ [Timeout! This was totally me! Ok back to the story…] “But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her.”
Mary chose the good part according to Jesus. She chose intimacy with Him. She chose to step away from her tasks to make herself available to HEAR His word. Martha’s heart was to honor Jesus by doing all of these things for Him, but neglected the opportunity to hear and sit in His presence.
In life I think we too often find ourselves choosing busyness over intimacy, myself included. I can imagine there are times where more than anything, God just wants a moment of intimacy with you.. It’s the same with our spouses. Too often we get so caught up in “doing” that we miss opportunities to sit at their feet.
The second thing that has impacted me is this story in Mark…
“And when evening was come, the ship was in the midst of the sea, and He alone on the land. And He saw them [the disciples] toiling in rowing; for the wind was contrary unto them: and about the fourth watch of the night he cometh unto them, walking upon the sea, and would have passed by them. But when they saw him walking upon the sea, they supposed it had been a spirit, and cried out: For they all saw him, and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid. And He went up unto them into the ship; and the wind ceased: and they were sore amazed in themselves beyond measure, and wondered.” – Mark 6:47-51.
I’ve heard this story many times and was always amazed that Jesus walked on the water and how He had made the storm stop. BUT it’s never stood out to me in the way that it has lately. It’s never occurred to me the fact that Jesus “would have passed by them”. Why?? He saw they were struggling, but the moment they cried out – He was there…consoling them and silencing their storm. How many times has your victory passed you by? Your healing? Your answer? Your provision? [This relates to the serving thing over and intimacy and hearing]
There is something to “calling out” to Jesus. I read in Luke 18:38 that Jesus almost passed by a blind beggar, but he called out to Him and was healed. Psalm 18:6 reflects the same value of calling out to the Lord. Our words are powerful, and I think we should be careful not to be passive in calling out to God and making ourselves available to Him to hear His word for our specific situation. For some reason I was mulling over all of this the other day while driving and I heard a song on the radio that had been on my Spotify for months, but this particular time I was hearing it differently. It was as though God was singing this song directly to me impressing on me the importance of this story even further. I encourage you to close your eyes (ignore the video) and let God minister to you through this song in the light of what I’ve been writing about. Superman’s got nothing on God. Until next time friends!