It’s been one full month since I have been out of school for the summer. I rushed into summer with a load of expectations:
Have a garage sale, check!
Workout more, check!
Build in time for writing…kind-of check!
Publish two blogs a month…uh…
Create a new Summer Memory Plan…memory, what?!
As I am sitting here trying to figure out what to write for my readers, I am simply just writing to myself and asking, “How can I continue to show up for this when I feel like I have nothing to show for?”.
Hello Friends, It has been so long since I have written a post that I feel like a complete stranger on my own blog! So much has happened these past 5 months and I am way overdue for an update/re-introduce myself.
“You worship what you ultimately find most beautiful.” (Dr. Paul Metzger)
This Advent season I have found myself more distracted than ever. It could be a combination of starting a new job, then starting my Masters, and planning a trip to Europe for In-vitro. All of it seemed to come crashing onto my shores at one this fall and I found myself looking for high ground. Especially in media and TV once again: My “go-to” escape.
Our theology is more important that we think it is. It may be because we somehow came to the conclusion that we “get it”. Especially those of us who have been raised in the church, we learned about Jesus from a young age on colorful Sunday School felt boards, asked Him to come into our hearts and now all is well. We feel like we “get” who Jesus is which allows us to move onto other things like serving in the church and being nice to our neighbor. Not that any of those things are bad within themselves but if we have moved past Jesus than we have completely missed the point. If our theology (especially our Christology) simply motivations us to have better quiet times then it certainly won’t ask us to lay our life down.
So many things in this life feel haphazard, unexpected, lacking purpose, and are often terribly painful. Much of what we experience we didn’t even choose and there’s nothing we can do about it. Living with infertility for the past 4 years has taught me this. This isn’t, however, a blog about infertility, but about the paths we find ourselves on, the hand of cards we hold, and how we are able to continue to trust God despite it
This last week I experienced what I like to call “Email PTSD”. Now I don’t want to diminish the real affects of PTSD but many of us have the same experiences just on a smaller scale. Last week was my first week as my church’s administrator. They just hired me and I was so excited to start. It has been a dream of mine to be a paid leader in a church and now God has created a role that fits me perfectly! Then I received my first email…
You have a purpose. You have been intricately designed by the Creator of the universe who loves you wildly and is completely involved in your life. He has gifted and sent you to into the world to live out what is means to be fully loved. This “sending out” is what I like to call our callings. These callings take many different forms and can often lie dormant as we go about our busy lives. But one thing I know for sure, is that we are called and we have the opportunity to either follow our callings or completely ignore them.
Over the course of my (not-so-long) life, I have discovered a few key reasons as to why I stuck through certain situations that I would have otherwise given up. When it comes to fighting for our dreams and being brave, these 5 components I am about to share with you have been vital to both my successes and my ability to dust off the failures and keep going.
I have to be honest: I really want to give up around the last week of every plan. My flesh says to me “Well good job, you’ve memorized enough.” The tendency for me to go half way or three-quarters the way feels “good enough” for my flesh. This is why I love Paul’s letter to the Corinthians so dearly.
