I used to write all of the time, expressing myself with the rare vulnerability of most writers today. And in those days the freeing vulnerable way that I used communicate came so easily.
But things got personal.
Weren’t they always personal? To this degree?
I just can’t bring myself to hang up this amount of hurt on the clothesline yet.
I say “yet” because even though I feel there’s no reason to, a part of me is hoping, wishing, waiting for that day when this is all over. And when that day comes I’ll muster up the words to rip open and expose my heart only then to praise and thank the One who always, always, always remains faithful.
In these days, I’m so thankful that God never changes. I’m so thankful that in my own little world, my little heart beaten with inconsistency, is bandaged up with the truth and reassurance that even when everything changes, He remains the same.
It’s only by God’s generous grace, that I’ve managed to experience real “bubbles” of joy in this time. Fortunately he has equipped me with the strength of joy and the endurance-inspiring hope. Equipping me with enough energy to bend down and pick up those seemingly perfect pieces, and muster up the power of love inside to simply forgive and begin the puzzle all over again.
But as my puzzle is continually destroyed, and the apologies result from the once again inconsistency, it makes it even more discouraging to do what I should do; pick up the pieces, love, and put the puzzle back together.
The pieces chip and break as they hit the floor with such a shocking intensity, and with more pieces to work with than ever before, confusion seems as if it might just consume you if you stop long enough to figure out where in the world to begin.
I’m thankful for the Puzzle Maker, who is the King of Restoration, and knows exactly where every piece belongs in it’s time.
I always complicate these things
Been living everything for me
But who can match your grace
Your mercy can fill the darkest place
Still your love goes on
Still you break me down
Still your love runs free
Still you wash over me
Over me
I know sometimes I lose my way
And then my heart gets so afraid
But I realize I must walk by faith and not by sight
Still your love goes…
You wash over me
All is new
Oh, your love goes on
It’s all that I can say
Oh, your love goes on
It reaches all of me
Oh, your love goes on
Into my deepest dreams
Oh, your love goes on
And on and on and on
Still your love goes on…
I had to let go of some things - most things - today.
Everything.
Realizing where I’m wasting my time.
Where I’m investing with no eternal return.
No return.
So many things have been clouding my brain. The chaotic electricity that spins around and around with no release.
But there’s no release because I don’t seek any.
I don’t seek release.
I know where it is to be found.
I just get so caught up in being whipped around and around - trying to keep up the pace.
I ignore what I need most in this race.
Can’t run - can’t live - with out water.
“The more I drink of your word, the more I thirst for you…”
I get so overwhelmed with all I have to do. My to-do list grows bigger and more detailed every day. And sometimes I just can’t keep up. Sometimes I just can’t focus enough to get what I need to get done, done. I get so distracted by every bit of, and can’t slow down enough to take it one step at a time.
I’m overwhelmed by distraction.
Paralyzed by the overwhelming pressure.
But today I looked for the release.
I waited for it to rescue me.
And in the release - in the rescue - I was given a plan.
“YOU WILL KEEP IN PERFECT PEACE ALL WHO TRUST IN YOU; WHOSE THOUGHTS ARE FIXED ON YOU.”
(isa. 26:3)
You can.
You will.
Renew me with your peace.
And then I started thinking about this:
Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-Control.
Which led me to seeing how the Bible defines each of those.
Love: “love God, love people”
Joy: “exuberance about life!”
Peace: “serenity”
Patience: “willingness to stick with things”
Kindness: “compassion in the heart”
Goodness: “conviction that basic holiness permeates things and people”
Faithfulness: “loyal commitments”
Gentleness: “not needing to force our way in life”
Self-Control: “about to marshal and direct our energies wisely”
And I’m sitting here going,
“I NEED ALL OF THESE”
I need Jesus.
“But what happens when we live God’s way? He brings gifts into our lives like…[see above]“
A life opposite of this develops out of trying to get your own way all the time.
But if you’ve chosen the fruitful life - life in the Spirit:
“let us make sure not to just hold it as an idea in our head, or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in EVERY DETAIL of our lives.”
Go God’s way.
Trust in Him.
He leads you to PEACE.
And so I’m thinking about all that I’ve read, and how I can apply it. I’m flipping through the Bible still, fumbling around the pages and patterns of letters, and I see this:
“SO HERE’S WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO, GOD HELPING YOU: Take your everyday, ordinary life - your sleeping eating, going-to-work, and walking around life - and place it before God as an offering.
Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for Him.
Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking.
Instead: FIX YOUR ATTENTION ON GOD - you will be changed from the inside out.
(”you will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you; whose thoughts are fixed on you“)
Readily recognize what he wants from you and quickly respond to it…God brings out the best in you!”
PEACE.
And every time I can feel it all closing in, I just keep thinking
“free your mind…and the peace of God will follow”
which might be the artsy-modern version of saying
“you will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you; whose thoughts are fixed on you”
TRUST.
FREE.
PEACE.
I’m in the process of fixing my laptop. I’m debating whether or not to completely wipe the hard drive all together. But regardless of that decision, I’m still trying to get the millions of photos, documents, and music files off of here and onto either our external hard drive or disks.
So while I’ve been trying to rescue my ol’ Dell and get it somewhat up to speed with my life, I’ve been slowing down just enough to take a trip down “memory lane” while sorting through photos taken with best friends, and music from different seasons of my life.
All my life I’ve wanted to grow up. I’ve waited, for as long as I can remember, to be in the position that I am now: married, living in a cute little “urban-chic” apartment, with a little puppy (who I swear God made for me), and of course, living the dream: working for Starbucks.
I’ve waited so long to be where I am now, and yet going through those pictures, I was hit with something I didn’t expect when I was seven, dreaming of who I’d be when I grew up. I hadn’t counted on the loneliness I’d feel when I had moved to a new town. I hadn’t counted on the fact that my best friends, my family, and the place that I called home, would feel so painfully close in my heart, but so overwhelmingly far away from where I was.
Sometimes I feel like I’m living a different life. In a way I am, but it’s so astonishing to be hit with the realization that I live in two different worlds, separated by hundreds of miles. And if only I could combine the two: husband and home.
Right, I know that my home is supposed to be where my husband is, and that’s completely understandable and how it should be - in years from now. Because let’s be realistic here, home is a familiar place where you’re comfortable and settled. But the married life is almost completely opposite of that, especially in the first year.
We’ve only known each other a year, and have been married for almost half of that. (Ha! I just realized how different that seems in writing) We don’t have this long history, and while I love him, he’s not necessarily familiar yet. And as far as comfortable and settled: married life is like venturing out into “uncharted waters” on some flimsy raft (I seriously watch way too much Lost) completely unprepared for whatever the ocean brings your way. Really, you have storms, sunburns, sharks, “The Others” taking Walt from you…wait.
No, but seriously.
I know that some day I’ll feel comfortable, at home, and settled in “the married life”, but for now - while I wait for that - I’m missing home.
For now I feel like a not-so-carefree vagabond.
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I didn’t want to go to the trouble to publish one and then post another. This part would just be my long-winded rambling.
I’m working at a new Starbucks now! It’s only about 6 - 8 blocks down from our apartment, which in New York City would be nothing, and you’d be crazy to drive that. I’m looking forward to a brand new store (it opens officially on the 15th) and being even closer to where we live. I’ll be working around 20 hrs./week just to bring in some cash that we can put into savings. Once I get the “green light” (from Jesus) I’ll start trying to move up in the company. Living the dream, dontcha know.
I’m still doing the Resident Director shin-dig. My numbers (of attendance) are slowly improving, and I think I tend to get discouraged instead of really understanding that I just have to keep on keepin’ on and God will take care of the rest. Praise Jesus that there’s growth. I’ve gotten to know a lot more of the residents since I’ve started here. That’s something! Tonight we had “Group Exercise” in the work out center. I was thinking no one was going to show up, but 5 of us were there, which is more than I had expected.
If you get the chance, please pray that God would have His favor on Christopher and me in our new jobs.
Speaking of Christopher, he’s loving being an Assistant Manager at his new store. The Manager he has is so committed to training him to be the best out of all of the Assistant Managers in our district so that they can promote him to store manager. She’s done a wonderful job! Christopher has been at the store for almost three weeks and he already knows everything he needs to know about running a store as a Store Manager. Plus, she thinks he smells good (the patchoulli and I will take the credit for that one!).
Last week, Howard Schultz CEO of Starbucks Coffee Co. announced a contest between all of the Starbucks stores in the nation. The store that has the biggest margin of growth in the next week with their whole-bean sales will have Howard Schultz personally visit the store to meet and congratulate all of the partners, and each partner will receive an i-touch (or whatever the heck is called. dude, I still have a shuffle). So far, Christopher’s store has sold insane amounts of whole beans. On Friday, they sold 1/3 of what they had sold during the whole contest Monday - Thursday. They announced that the winner of the contest is in our region (North Texas and a part of Oklahoma?) - we’re just waiting to hear the results in the next week.
I just keep praying that it’s Christopher’s store. He’s not my Assistant Manager but I know that with his character, personality traits, and passion, he will make an incredible Assistant Manager and an even better Store Manager. All he needed was for someone to believe that he had what it takes, take him under their wing, and teach him. And God set him up with a Manager like that. We’ve had His favor from the get-go and I can’t help but think that his store doing so well - with whole-bean sales to the point where they’re expecting to win the contest - is again, God’s favor.
I’ve been having all this time to get stuff done, but I feel like nothing is getting done. I even woke up at 7:30 this morning to get a head-start on the day, and didn’t get around to accomplishing things (other than a shower, taking care of Charlie, and making to-do lists) until 2:00 this afternoon. Where does the time go?
Some mornings I’m up, drinking my coffee (as usual), enjoying the morning and I think “maybe I should spend some time with Jesus”, but then my mind floats over to my to-do list and I immediately think “I don’t have time to do it right now, I’ll do it later”. Classic, huh? “Famous last words” as my Mom would say…
But today I was thinking that I’m not being as productive as I could be since I’m not prioritizing correctly. That’s the key.
The founder of the Methodist Church spent hours a day with God early on before he started his day. People would ask him how he had time to get everything done in the day by spending all of that time with Jesus. His reply was something similiar to that if he didn’t make time for Jesus early on, he wouldn’t be able to get as much done.
And logically, that doesn’t make sense. If you take the three extra hours you would have spent with Jesus, and spend them working you’d get more done, right?
Logically, but our hearts aren’t alive because of logic are they?
They’re alive because of faith.
Tomorrow I’m prioritizing and I know I’ll see a difference.
Oh my goodness!
I’m getting those bursts of joy again! I feel like I’m just bubbling over, or my heart is literally dancing inside my chest. Something really trippy like that, but it’s oh SO REAL!
What a glorious, glorious day! The wind is ushering in the sunshine and warm air today, bringing with it hope for new life and restoration that’s found in the season of spring. And I can’t contain the excitement.
The promise is still true.
I feel like Noah after he realized the flood had disappeared, and he saw the sun for the very first time in so many days, and this light was so much sweeter than the last time, because it not only came with magnificent colors painting a rainbow, but with a promise.
A promise for life.
Winter really tests you. I’m serious. Especially in the south.
I mean, you’re surrounded by dead trees, dead grass, and it’s butt-cold outside (ha! that’s so eloquent) but no snow to play in. Seriously, I bet that’s why God starts spring so early down south because he knows winter sucks so bad.
In Marquette, it’s cool when it’s winter, because you’re surrounded by white snow blanketing everything in sight. The sun shines and makes you feel like you’re living in glitter-land…er…Narnia? Winter up north is beautiful — if you can get past the shoveling, snow-blowing, getting caught in a ditch, and the fact that it lasts for almost half a year — and now that I’m going through that list I’m thinking maybe 2 months of crap-winter isn’t as bad…oh wait, no, it is. I hate southern winters.
But on the plus side, it makes the spring that comes so much more exciting. When the weather starts to turn and you realize that in the first week of February you’re walking your dog in a tank top and capris, you can’t help but LOVE living down here. 80 in February, yes, thank you!
And I’m so glad that all of this excitement is happening in February because, can I please just say that the month of February sucks? Really. It sucks. Look at the rest of the year, there’s something exciting in every month, except for February. Well, for me anyways.
And God knows, I hate transition, and February is such a transition-month. You’re moving from the holidays and the new year, hoping for spring and summer to come, and waiting, waiting, waiting for the month to be over.
Or it could be just me…
But this is why I’m just so thankful that spring is here!
Moses reminded the Iraelites that they should always celebrate that day in early spring, the day that they were set free. It’s exactly how I feel. God reminds us of His promises as he takes old life and turns it into new life again. He reminds us as He restores.
I can see the sunshine along with the first hints of Spring, and like the rainbow, be reminded of God’s faithfulness.
It’s almost He’s hid all of this beauty during the winter, only to reveal it - in all of it’s glory - at the dawn of Spring.
I’ll rejoice forever in His creation and His faithfulness.
He keeps His promise to bring new life.
He restores.
I feel like I’m seriously on drugs. I can’t stop bouncing in my seat.
I’m free!!