Tuesday, August 21, 2012

#photoadayAUG

As many of you know I took a 10 day trip to China, but I still wanted to keep up with the Photo a day August. I didn't know until halfway through the trip that the Instagram app isn't blocked in China and we only had internet 4 of the 10 days, so here are the photos from days 4-18.

 4. Somewhere you sat
 5. Logo
6. Writing
7. 8 o'clock
 8. Glasses
 9. Messy
10. Ring
11. Purple (didn't even ask for a purple straw, they just knew)
 12. Spoon
13. Simple
 14. Arrow
15. Ready (to get on the plane already!)
 16. Food
 17. Faces 
18. Inside

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Snow White and the Huntsman

¡Spoiler Alert! If you haven't seen the movie, I talk about several parts of the movie.


This depiction of the Snow White fairy tale had a spiritual parallel to me. I was reminded of what john Elderedge was talking about in Waking The Dead in the section about myths. How they speak to our hearts because things are not as they seem here on earth. Each story or movie speaks something different. Not all stories are written to the same person. Not every story is going to speak to every person. This story is not an epic tale or journey. There are epic parts, but it is a fairy tale. There are many versions of the Snow White tale and this is just one of them.

Before Snow White eats the apple, she is timid and unsure of who she is. She didn't believe she had a role to play or that she had an important role to play. When true love touched her, her heart woke up. She saw her part. "I know that fire burns in all of you. The embers must grow. I will be your weapon. I’d rather die today then live another day in this death. And who will ride with me?  Who will be my brothers?" She is done with the dark and the evil that is over the kingdom. She is ready to bring the light. “I’ve seen what she sees, I know what she knows. I can kill her.”

When we all allow the Father's love, the true love, touch our heart something awakens. We believe. We believe in ourselves. We believe in the cause. We stop seeing through our eyes and with our experiences, but see with His eyes and His heart.
The warrior heart, the beauty, inside of a woman is different and looks different than the warrior heart of a man. We don't often see it because tradition teaches that the man is the warrior. That the woman is the lesser sex. But we are to compliment each other. God created male and female, each in His own image. Many times, and it comes out in the movie, a person's warrior spirit will bring out the spirit in another person. Snow White's beauty and innocence called out the good, strong, warrior heart of the Huntsman. And the profound statement that Snow White makes to the evil queen as she is dying: "You can't have my heart."

The question is What does it stir in you? It stirred something different in me then it did in Mom. It struck her that "Only by fairest blood it can be undone."

Did it stir anything in you?

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Quarter of a Century

Ever had one of those moments when you could see life so clearly? Just like standing on a mountain on a clear, beautiful Pacific Northwest day and being able to see the landscape lying out below. Or like at the top of the Tower of Terror, when the doors open and you can see all of DisneyWorld. There is seriously nothing better in life. I had one of those days two weeks ago. Actually, it was a whole week. My birthday was coming, but not just any birthday. My 25th birthday. I had kinda been dreading it cause a couple of my friends struggled with turning 25. The week before my birthday came and bam, I was feeling really good.

25. A quarter of a century. I'm really not having an issue with this age. Not yet anyways. :) Actually something clicked in my brain. It was a combination of a few things, not just my birthday.

First, we ended a three week Daniel fast and I had fasted caffeine for seven weeks. So it was a pretty intense time spiritually. A time of, once again, learning to die to myself, allowing the Father to be in control of my life, my decisions and my thoughts.

Second, was the radio. Doesn't sound like some deep thing, but it totally changed things. We got a new Christian radio station, 88.1 Air1. They play Christian alternative so artists like Skillet, Sanctus Real, Thousand Foot Krutch, etc. I stopped listening to Christian radio because I couldn't stand Spirit 105.3. It's not a bad station, it just didn't relate to me. Not going to call in the family name game to get tickets to see see Sesame Street live or the Wiggles. And I still knew most of the songs even if I hadn't listened in a year. I seriously like Air1. Their songs are loud, upbeat and alternative. There was finally a Christian radio station I could stand to listen to. One song in particular spoke to me real deep: Afterlife by Switchfoot.
I've tasted fire I'm ready to come alive/I can't just shut it up and fake that I'm alright/I'm ready now/I'm not waiting for the afterlife

Last was my birthday. :)

Why wait to live? Wait for what? A better job? A different time or place in life? A better tomorrow? The phone to ring or the snow to snow or waiting around for a yes or a no or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or Another Chance?
What am I waiting for? Another 25 years? There are things I want to do, but haven't. Sorta like a bucket list. Why? Fear? Well partially that and lack of funds. :P So I decided to start somewhere. I died chunks of my hair purple.

What do you want to do?

What are you waiting for?


Thursday, July 28, 2011

The closing of one door

In April an opportunity opened for me to become the director of a child care center. It was a dream I had waited for. Four months after the doors opened they closed. We had gone from 8 children enrolled to 2. We had posted and passed out flyers. We had talked to people at the park, walking down the street as well as friends and family. Nothing was bringing the kids in. With 2 children we just couldn't afford to keep the doors opened. We gave the parents the option to put their children in our sister center. Which is where I am now working again.

So life took a turn that I was not expecting. I'm really not sure where I am going now or what I am doing. It's an exciting and scary place to be. This past week I've bawled my eyes out, had an "I don't even care, whatever attitude and been really excited for what's next. There have been overwhelming times and sit back and think times. The song Sing Me A Love Song by BarlowGirl really spoke to me the other day. This time has forced me to run into the arms of Jesus since my usual security blanket is in Romania (that would be my mom). I guess this is another learning to trust Jesus time. Sigh, I thought I had learned this already. :P Maybe this time it will stick.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Three Days

These first three days of the Daniel Fast have been rough to say the least. I haven't really struggled with the food aspect of things, but the emotional and spiritual side of the fast. It seems that everything that could have been thrown at me has been. Communication breakdowns at work and with friends, working long hours due to the break down, and things Satan has tried to whisper into my heart. I am completely exhausted and it is only Wednesday. Where I have struggled with food is usually when I feel this way I drown my sorrows in dark chocolate, peanut butter and caramel macchiatos and for some reason beans, rice and guacamole just don't have the same effect. :P So instead of junk food, I have been cranking the worship music. Singing at the top of my lungs: "My heart is free! No chains on me!" "All my fountains are in You!" "Waiting here for You/With our hands lifted high in praise/And it's You we adore/Singing Alleluia" "I am alive cause You are alive/And Jesus your presence is changing my life."
I wish I could say that my attitude has been amazingly transformed since I started this new habit of junking out on music, but not exactly. I still want chocolate, I'm still an emotional wreck, but I also want more of Jesus. Much more. I feel this fast is going to be a time of deepening my relationship with Him. Taking it to the next level. Embracing whatever that looks like.
I was challenged today as I read Daniel 1 and jotted down some thoughts.
Daniel 1:8 "But Daniel was determined not to defile himself by eating the food and wine given to them by the king. He asked the chief of staff for permission not to eat these unacceptable foods."
Other versions say he resolved, made up his mind not to defile himself. Not only was he determined not to defile himself, but also to keep God first in his life, even though his life had dramatically changed. He was determined to follow, honor, please and serve God no what what happened in his life. So no matter what is going on in my life, communication break downs or long hours, I am determined to follow God.
As I struggled this morning two songs played on the radio that spoke to me:



Sunday, April 17, 2011

Forever

Yesterday we celebrated with some amazing friends we have known for many years. Denis and Mary Goodwin renewed their vows and celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. 50 years! That is a long time. I was amazed and almost in tears as they stood up in front of over 100 of their family and friends, expressing their love for one another. They shared about their good times and the hard times that drew them closer to each other and closer to God. Their faith in God is at the very core of their marriage. Everything they do flows around their central faith. They purposed to do things together. If one of them didn't like the activity, they found a way to like it. Now, after knowing each other for 55 years, they like everything they do together. They have gone on adventures together. This couple travels so much. To Israel, a cruise in Panama, they are going on a Russian cruise, all over the US and beyond. They love people. That was evident in the amount of people that showed up and the places they had met them. From being next door neighbors to their ski club, hiking group, Church, Crimson Bridge, and various other ministries they serve in. I have been so blessed to have grown up around these two amazing people. They have watched me grow up, have prayed over my life and spoken words of wisdom into my heart.

My life is filled with inspirational marriages. Papa David and Mima Janet will have their 50th this October, Gram Carol and Grandpa Chuck would have been married 50 years last June, my parents have been married 27 years and the list could go on. Among the friends in my community and the friends we caught up with at the party there are marriages that are so strong in God and they are so in love with each other. In this day where marriage is viewed as disposable it is refreshing to see people who live by the "To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part" vows said at the alter. It fills my heart with joy as I look at the cloud of witnesses I have before me. It gives me hope as I patiently wait for my future man.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Dusty Memories

It's crazy how the dust gets blown off of old memories. A comment from a friend, a request, a song, a picture. Many memories lie beneath the dust in the attics of our mind. Some are buried under so much dust they may never be found or never want to be found. Some can be brought to light with a light dusting off. That dusting happened today. Many, many good memories were brought back into the light, but a few not so good memories. It started with a friend asking if I would bring my worship streamers to their church if I visited. I froze. My streamers? I haven't used them in years. Do I even know where they are?
Now don't get me wrong. I love to dance. I dance around the house to my music, I dance with the kids at work, I dance with the Wii, heck I even dance when I'm cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen. But it has been a while since I danced with and for Jesus. I used to dance all the time for Him. Every church service, every time worship music was on, at conferences or retreats and during outreaches. Dancing was a part of my worship. God felt so close when I danced.
When did that change? Well, I can't give the exact date. It was a slow fade and there were a few triggers. People at the church I was attending then became uncomfortable with dancing and the streamers. The worship leader on several occasions asked me to come to the front while I was worshiping. Too many people were watching me worship, I felt like a distraction. I felt uncomfortable. Dancing is a way I express my love, joy and adoration to God, but it began to feel like a performance rather than true worship. So slowly dancing faded out of my corporate worship then out of my personal worship. Dust began to fall.
Will I dust off my dancing shoes? I don't know at this point. I guess first I will have to locate my streamers and dust them off.