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| Loving it. I've been sick twice. He's been sick once. And I'm currently a waddling mess of back pain. But I'm loving it (minus the pain part). I've gotta say, I know speakers talk all the time about Christ's love for the church being like marriage, His pursuit, His love, etc., but it really takes on a whole different meaning to see it poured out on you. Sick twice? Back pain? Yeah, lots of over-and-above chances to show love when, in my opinion, I'm a lot less lovable. I can be so good at whining. Sooo good. He's pretty great, and he's giving me an awesome picture of Christ's love. Chalk it up to another bunch of blessings from God. On a slightly different note... It may take me quite awhile to get used to the road systems in this new place--my strength is not in geography--but I do know how to get to two different Walmarts, but I figure everything else basically falls into place from there, right? | | |
| A quick update for anyone who still cares to read this blog after my ridiculously lengthy absence/rare postings: 1) I'm getting married a week from tomorrow. If you know me for real, this should not be a surprise. If you don't, then I suppose you don't care much anyways, so perhaps I should have left this one off for updating purposes, but it does seem to be a rather important update at the same time.
2) If I believed in next lives, I'd write my next life's self a letter advising myself to elope. In the meantime, I'll spend all that time I would've spent crafting a convincing letter on music selections, decorations, and the like. Phew, it's a good thing I don't believe in next lives, or I'd run out of time to get things done. (Funny, I think that may happen without my letter-writing endeavors...)
2.5) The benefits of eloping: you still get married, but you save yourself time, money, energy, and drama. Word to the wise: even if you won't be a dramatic planner of your own wedding and are just plain excited and easygoing about most everything, there will, inevitably, be people around you who are--so don't think you're safe from the insanity.
3) I've run across/rediscovered lots of great music in my quest for happy ceremony and reception music. Too bad I don't actually own any of the things I find on YouTube, or my guests might have been able to enjoy that music too. hahaha...
4) Billy Blanks and I have a love-hate relationship most every day for half an hour to an hour. I know he's good for me--but I really don't like sweat--but I do like seeing some small muscle definition.
5) I got a job in January and quit at the end of last month to have more time to plan and pack for moving. I guess I'm kind of heading south for the winter this year (except for the coldest part, which sounds like I'll be visiting the northern states for...).
6) Life's a-changin'... In more ways than I could even begin to recount here and now. But I believe it's changingn for the better.
7) God is good. He is Lord of my life and the Giver of abundant blessings. The end (probably until post-marriage...). | | |
| I've been thinking a lot lately about posting. | | |
| Well, I suppose most of this will have to come at a later time (I just heard the arrival of the niece and nephew), but lots of stuff has happened/changed in the last couple months. A few nights ago, I read Psalm 91 and took great comfort in it, so I'll share it here... 1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust."
3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you make the Most High your dwelling—
even the LORD, who is my refuge-
10 then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation." Choosing to dwell in the shadow of the Most High... | | |
| This weekend's gonna be pretty busy... I have a visitor coming.  And in other news, I should be starting a new job sometime this month... praise the Lord for His blessings! His provision and timing are so incredible. Life wouldn't be working out like it is right now if it had worked out like I wanted it to months ago, and I'm definitely liking how it's working out right now. Love this song and have probably posted it before... but I mean, sheesh, it is Jars of Clay... "Oh My God"
Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"
Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.
Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries
Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be,
Maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the plunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip,
I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give in
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God | | |
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