Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Remembering that He's Alive

It's the week after Pine Cove Base Camp, and I still find myself mourning the fact that they aren't here anymore.  It's really pathetic.   I'm not quite sure why I get in such a funk after they leave and just mope around--except that maybe it's because the counselors model what it looks like to view things of earth as temporary and things of heaven as eternal. 

This morning, my Bible study was on 2 Corinthians 4 focusing on the last 2 verses of the chapter.  These are verses I always use in ministry and even used for the PC counselors last Friday on a little treat I made for them. 

But, despite the head knowledge, I don't always live like it's true. 

I pray that today, when I remember that Jesus is alive, I respond like this:

Monday, June 10, 2013

He loves me like Jesus does???

I love this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGF6c0tjAgI 
It came on the radio the other day and here's the conversation that happened in our car:

Me: "Do you love ME like Jesus does?"
Brian: "Yep."
Me: "Really?  I'm not so sure you do."
Brian: "If I didn't, I'd have left your butt a long time ago."
Me: laughing uncontrollably

I love this guy!  Always keeps me giggling. 

This, my friends is what makes marriage fun. 

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Whatever You're Doing

Do you ever feel like you are at that in-between place?  That place where you know you're on the right path, but your destination is still too far away.  You can see the outline of the sign, and can kinda make out the words, but the number of miles to get there is still blurry. 

I feel that way in several different areas of my life right now.  Except that it's not really a destination sign I'm looking for--life is not about getting to one place or the other.  The journey is what's important and the learning along the way. 

It's not a place of being "stuck."  It's not a place of clear direction either.  It's just...in-between.  The place on the road when you've left one city but haven't gotten to the next and the only thing you see are the mile markers on the side of the road which confirm that you are moving.

What I've found is that those in-between places are when I talk the most to my God.  When I ask for direction instead of charging ahead or looking behind.  When I let go of my plans and fears and hopes.  When I move to the hum of the engine and don't try to cover it up with the radio or a bunch of other noise. 

And rest--even in the chaos.

That's where I am right now.   And this song speaks the words better than I can say: