Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Wake-up call.
I'm unemployed. I'm no longer a student. I have NO idea what I want to do with my life. I don't really DO anything. So I've been more or less moping around the past few weeks lamenting at the fact that my life has no purpose or direction.
Boy was I wrong.
I've recently been studying God's glory. And guess what? We...I...was created to GLORIFY God. I was created to love, honor, praise, and worship Him. So even when my life seems void of purpose or meaning to me, my life actually has the greatest purpose of all; to glorify my savior.
So the next time one of my friends jokingly asks me what I did today despite knowing I have nothing in particular TO do, I'm going to respond by saying, "I may not have showered till noon, but I glorified God today. What did YOU do?"
"So whatever you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." 1 Corinthians 10:31
"Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth--everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my GLORY.." Isaiah 43:6-7
Boy was I wrong.
I've recently been studying God's glory. And guess what? We...I...was created to GLORIFY God. I was created to love, honor, praise, and worship Him. So even when my life seems void of purpose or meaning to me, my life actually has the greatest purpose of all; to glorify my savior.
So the next time one of my friends jokingly asks me what I did today despite knowing I have nothing in particular TO do, I'm going to respond by saying, "I may not have showered till noon, but I glorified God today. What did YOU do?"
"So whatever you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." 1 Corinthians 10:31
"Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth--everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my GLORY.." Isaiah 43:6-7
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
I need a vacuum...
"Life isn't black and white. We grow by wrestling with the mess."
I'm messy. Some (or, let's be honest, a lot of) things in my life are messy. I've been running from the messiness of it all. I shouldn't run, though, because I can learn from it. The messiness is a sign that I'm growing, learning, and improving. I get so distracted by trying to "clean" my life that I just end up running around in circles, stressed out, and not being able to remember what I was so fervently trying to do in the first place. It's like when I clean my room, it always gets way messier before it gets better.
I'm done running.
I'm saying "yes" to the mess in my life, and I'm facing it head-on.
I'm messy. Some (or, let's be honest, a lot of) things in my life are messy. I've been running from the messiness of it all. I shouldn't run, though, because I can learn from it. The messiness is a sign that I'm growing, learning, and improving. I get so distracted by trying to "clean" my life that I just end up running around in circles, stressed out, and not being able to remember what I was so fervently trying to do in the first place. It's like when I clean my room, it always gets way messier before it gets better.
I'm done running.
I'm saying "yes" to the mess in my life, and I'm facing it head-on.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Come breathe in me.
Again I fall.
Ignorant to your mercy. Hardened from not understanding your grace. Like the song, "I get knocked down, but I get up again" I am forever playing the part of sinner turned repentant. Forever failing to live up to who I want to be in you. Never understanding that your strength is perfected in my weakness. Never understanding that all I need say is "help."
There is none like you.
You turn to me as you hear my cry. My desperation and helplessness brings you glory. Wanting to drop everything and fall to my knees, instead I turn away, distracted by my inability to save myself.
Here I am waiting; abide in me I pray.
What will it take for me to surrender my false sense of strength? What will it take for me to stop pretending I can do this thing called life on my own? What will it take for me to understand with my body, mind, and soul that without you I am nothing?
Come be the fire inside of me.
Ignorant to your mercy. Hardened from not understanding your grace. Like the song, "I get knocked down, but I get up again" I am forever playing the part of sinner turned repentant. Forever failing to live up to who I want to be in you. Never understanding that your strength is perfected in my weakness. Never understanding that all I need say is "help."
There is none like you.
You turn to me as you hear my cry. My desperation and helplessness brings you glory. Wanting to drop everything and fall to my knees, instead I turn away, distracted by my inability to save myself.
Here I am waiting; abide in me I pray.
What will it take for me to surrender my false sense of strength? What will it take for me to stop pretending I can do this thing called life on my own? What will it take for me to understand with my body, mind, and soul that without you I am nothing?
Come be the fire inside of me.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Lost and Found.
I've lost myself.
I realized the other day that I don't recognize myself anymore. That who I was, and who I want to be, no longer exists. Over the past half-year, and probably longer, I've been losing bits of myself. A piece here and a piece there. Falling to places that I don't even know, but falling nonetheless. Some of the pieces I've probably given away to people who either didn't deserve them or didn't know what to do with them. Some of the pieces just changed their shape as I grew, and I haven't recognized them yet. Some of the pieces were broken off and shattered from pain and hard times. Whatever the reason or cause of my breaking, the fact remains that I'm broken. When I look in the mirror I don't know the person I'm looking at. I remember who she once was, and I can even remember who she wants to be, but I'm not sure who she is right now.
But there's good news. There is a part of me, deep down inside that is untouchable. A part of my heart that is the essence of who I am. And it cannot be reached by anyone; it cannot be taken or given away. It is still intact. So I guess I haven't really LOST myself, I've just lost sight of who I am. But there's even more good news. Jesus wants to put me back together. And He wants to show me who I am, who He created me to be. I just have to let Him.
I realized the other day that I don't recognize myself anymore. That who I was, and who I want to be, no longer exists. Over the past half-year, and probably longer, I've been losing bits of myself. A piece here and a piece there. Falling to places that I don't even know, but falling nonetheless. Some of the pieces I've probably given away to people who either didn't deserve them or didn't know what to do with them. Some of the pieces just changed their shape as I grew, and I haven't recognized them yet. Some of the pieces were broken off and shattered from pain and hard times. Whatever the reason or cause of my breaking, the fact remains that I'm broken. When I look in the mirror I don't know the person I'm looking at. I remember who she once was, and I can even remember who she wants to be, but I'm not sure who she is right now.
But there's good news. There is a part of me, deep down inside that is untouchable. A part of my heart that is the essence of who I am. And it cannot be reached by anyone; it cannot be taken or given away. It is still intact. So I guess I haven't really LOST myself, I've just lost sight of who I am. But there's even more good news. Jesus wants to put me back together. And He wants to show me who I am, who He created me to be. I just have to let Him.
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