It's a battle. One between my brain and my body. Love/hate relationship. Honestly, I didn't know that was even possible. Choppy sentences. That's how this blog is cuz that's how my brain feels right now. Bleh. OUCH. Ohhhhh U Crappy Heart. That's the descriptive acronym for the day. Make that for the week. Nah, life in general. Life is DEFINITELY not dull. Loopy. That's how I feel. Slept at 3:30 the past I donno how many nights. Whoa. Lack of sleep getting to me? I drink way too much caffeine. Wow.
Archive for May 2009
Testing.
It's interesting to my how God can speak a whole new truth to you through something you have read hundreds of times!
Four Vacations.
My brain is going at about 200 mph. It's gonna overheat—I know it.
Some lessons take years to learn!
It was July 17, 2007. Wow. I didn't realize it was so long ago. That's when God started teaching me my tough lesson. Strange thing, I'm reading today and come across the verse my friend gave me that day. It's been almost two years, and I still have contentment issues. I am so thankful the Lord remains faithful even when I falter.
Your vote is important to me!
I need everyone's votes. I am extreeeeemely indecisive.
Eyeshadow.
Just for Yvonne and Faith...
Lord, please give me strength.
Prayed my 5 word prayer again.
"a Sinner on: shutting up and listening" —Julianne Varcie
It won't take many words to get across my main thought for this one.
I dare to suggest that one of the reasons that we do not stop to listen to God is because we are terrified of what He will say to us.
Sure, maybe we pray about things, perhaps even fervently. And maybe we look around for "signs" that may indicate that our prayer has been answered in a certain way. But think about how flawed this is.
If we were having a conversation with any human person, would we not wait for their reply? Would we ask for something, be it physical, or maybe advice and then walk away before the person had processed or begun to speak?
Obviously, the answer is no.
That would be rude.
But why do we do that to God?
"God, I really need guidance in Situation A, B, and C. Please guide me and show me what to do."
Perhaps it is that we see God as only giving us physical signs. By that I mean, a friend giving us godly counsel, or something that just seems odd or out of place, so we take it as a sign.
Sean Durham recently blogged a Richard Selzer quote- "One is not bold in an encounter with God."
I think this quote perfectly illustrates my point.
While we can come boldly to the throne of grace (Heb 4:16), if we were to just shut up and listen for once, what great, terrible, terrifying things would we hear?
How many times have I complained about wanting to know God's will? Or how many times have I prayed about it, said "amen" and moved on to the next thing?
Perhaps the answer comes from listening and the reason we feel that our prayers are never answered is because we don't hear the answer.
Classic example: we women often accuse men of not listening to us. Whether they are busy or really just not focusing, how many times have we thrown out a complaint over their lack of comprehension over what we have to say?
I'd love to know if this makes God laugh. Not only because of our lack of understanding the opposite sex, but because maybe God is talking to us all the time, but we never stop and listen to Him. Rather, maybe it makes him sad.
This principle is true for me.
Sure, I can blame not listening on never having realized that I should stop to do so. Or I can continue to plan (or rather not plan) my time and let it sift by.
But ultimately, maybe it comes down to being afraid of what He will say.
If we were to encounter what He would say, what would happen?
Our lives would never be the same.
The Red Sea had an encounter with God: it was parted.
Moses encountered God: he glowed.
Saul met Jesus: he was blinded and changed.
Fear and trembling.
What are some things you fear He will say?
Unwinding with Jesus.
Today is May 5th and this is my first blog of the month. I just wanted to justify myself to Jacob who claims I "post a blog every day." I do not. lol.
Prayer.
I have a FAT stack of books on my dresser. And on my desk. And on my bed. And on the floor along the wall. There is NO ROOM for them all all in my bookshelf. Reality hasn't sunk in—the fact that school is over and that I am home for four months. I hate unpacking.