14 7 / 2014
I’ve noticed most of the blogs out there that I come across are by young married moms with 2-3 small children. Or they are moms with grown children. My question is, how do these mothers make time to take all the beautiful pictures, post them. and design blog posts in the midst of being a mom to 2-3 kids?
Well anyway, that’s beside the point. The point is, I’d love to find a blog by people in situations I can identify with. While I love reading Blog Momma’s recipes and craft projects, I also want to hear from the single college age girl. I want to hear about her busy school schedule, her roommates, her new apartment, and her relationship struggles and victories. I’d love to find more blogs from Christian young women sharing how God is teaching them and shaping them. And sharing all the fun stuff—DIYs, tutorials, and recipes ;)
This is kind of like a letter to myself of sorts. Just things I’d like to read about, so maybe I can put more effort into writing about that.
29 6 / 2014
Things I’m learning this summer
Lesson #4: If you’re (talking to myself) at a church that hires summer interns, ask them to join your family for activities, even if you think they might be busy. 4th of July, Memorial Day, a random Saturday going to the lake, just whatever. It will mean a lot to them and they’d love to join you if they can.
28 6 / 2014
"instead of taking faith for the rule of their conduct, men amused themselves with trivial devotions, which changed daily"
taken from Practice of the Presence of God
I know this is too true in my life. Day by day there is something that pulls for my attention that should solely belong to God.
21 6 / 2014
OK I just gotta share this poem I read in A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken. The highlighted words are ones that especially spoke to me that I want to emphasize. The poem is called The Sword
Yes, Mark was posted to the Tenth that year.
The day we got there priests contrived to bring
This ‘god’ to death, and mobs that made me cling
To Mark surged round us, all one mocking jeer.
No omen warned me when Mark led me near
The yelling street that I should be implored
By God to wear my girlhood like a sword
So edged with mercy men would freeze in fear.
Mark’s armour made the crowd draw back a space.
Just there beneath his cross the god limped by.
I saw his eyes and rushed into the street
Through sudden stillness and I wiped his face.
'My child,' he said and staggered on to die.
—My girlhood lay in fragments at my feet.
Well. That poem certainly shook me up inside. This young woman witnessing the torture of Jesus Christ shatters her world. With the act of mercy of wiping his brow of sweat, she displays strong and valiant femininity.
Ladies, I believe that is the kind of women God calls us to be. Tender, yet strong; valiant, yet merciful; and bold, yet kindhearted.
06 6 / 2014
02 6 / 2014
"Therefore say, ‘Thus says the Lord God: Though I removed them far off among the nations, and though I scattered them among the countries, yet I have been a sanctuary to them for a while in the countries where they have gone.’"
Yes, it is true. The Lord is a sanctuary. A place of rest away from the frenzy of the world.
Through years of packing, unpacking, rearranging, moving across country and world, He’s the same. A constant. When I felt lonely, he was a friend. He opened (and still opens) doors for the next place to go. Though we move to new places, unfamiliar places, He provides sanctuary.
02 6 / 2014
Things I’m learning this summer:
Lesson #2: Always ask before throwing something away. Even if it is an event that already took place. Even if you understood it was “out with the old, in with the new”. Just ask. It will save you time in the long run.
25 5 / 2014
24 5 / 2014
I sort of wish I hadn’t deleted my page because I wish I could go back and read the things I wrote.
It really was such a vibrant time in my journey with the Lord. He was teaching me so very much that I could tangibly practice. I had the excitement from Africa surrounding me.
What beautiful, sweet memories. I pray He teaches me just as much this summer.
12 4 / 2014
So many times in life. 2 times, no, 3 times this past year since July. We are faced with inexplicable suffering that causes us to cry “Where’s the mercy, Lord?”
A grandmother who fought and fought with cancer and who fought a hard battle with pain and delirium during her last few days.
A family who lost their home and possessions in bad fires last summer. Then wrecked a car. Then lost a job. Then tragically, suddenly, unexpectedly lost their wife and mother, with no cause of death.
Honestly, I know deep in my heart that God is good always. However, sometimes the trials of this world make me ask Him where He is, where His mercy is.