Tuesday, December 24, 2013

I know you don't believe, and that's okay. It isn't my job to judge you, or to condemn you, or to make you feel small. But I have to tell you that whatever the world has sold you about the word or who God is, it is all painfully wrong.

I am a strong believer and a student of science.
I love it so much that I plan to make a life's living as a nurse where I can apply it daily.

 But recently science has tried to take the parables and the stories that the Bible offers to bring wisdom, and it has tried to twist and distort them. It has tried to prove to me that God is not real because man does not have one less rib than woman. But here is what science is missing. The story of the creation of man and woman, or Adam and Eve, was about Adam and Eve. It was God taking the rib of a man and showing the symbolic relationship between  men and women. She wasn't made from his metatarsals, nor was she made from his skull. She was made to work side by side with him. To believe in him. To encourage him. To respect everything and all that he is and will become.

You can not use that story to prove to me that he doesn't exist.
In fact. The more I have studied science and the human body the more I believe in a higher power.

The earth is 75 percent water. But so is the human body. Bone cells that provide structure and a framework for the body are similar to the rings of tree trunks. If you take a close up look at a human's iris, the colors and the twists and turns can be compared to nebulas and galaxies.

There are way too many connections between us and other animals, plants, and earthly features to prove to me that there isn't something bigger out there.

But don't take my word for it.
Find out who He is yourself.
Read the stories.
Read the parables.
Apply the concept of love to your life.

Don't let the media and the memes on facebook dictate what you believe.

Find out for yourself.


Monday, December 23, 2013

I lost my best friend August of 2012.
She's not literally lost, she still goes to college and is in a relationship with a beautiful boy.
But we're not friends anymore.
I ruined it.
I was selfish.

My best self was not present that day over text message.

But let me tell you, she was my best friend.

I met her my freshman year of high school.
We did not like each other.
But oh Sophomore year, that's when the magic happened.

We had Marketing 101 together.
I don't think I learned anything from the class except how to play
Egyptian Rat Screw.

We used to look up cute cowboys and listen to country music.
She was going to marry Jake Owen.
We planned it all out as we rode The Kamakazi over and over again at the Fair that summer before Junior Year.

Then she moved back to Michigan.
I missed her.
I envied her.
She wrote beautiful poetry.
She was in a relationship with a boy who would fly across the country to see her.

She came back Senior year though.
Thank goodness.
I don't think I could have survived it without her.

She asked me to Winter formal.
My locker was full of balloons.
We went to Homecoming.
We laughed and sang "Forget You" out the window to all the boys hearts we broke that year.

We made sugar cookie fruit pizzas and her Dad would yell, "The Ginger is here! Quick! Hide the Lucky Charms!" every time I came through the door.
Just Dance.

Don't take friends like that for granted.

I will always love you.

Beauty for Ashes.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Isaiah 61 v 1-3
The Year of the Lord's Favor
My call over the year 2014.
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the
to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion -
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor. 

Haven for the Broken Hearted.

Monday, December 16, 2013

I believe that if Jesus were walking our streets today as He did thousands of years ago, the broken hearted and hurting people of the world would gather no further than their closest coffee shop to have their heart mended by the Carpenter. That He would sip His white chocolate mocha and spread His words of love and encouragement to the divorced couple who meet every other day to share a cup of soup and a chocolate chip cookie.

That He would comfort the man with the toothless grin and heal his wife from dementia and bring her home to him.  That the Messiah would love and bring peace to the outspoken and ever so sassy retired preschool teacher who lost her close friend and love to a drunk driver in June.
That He would be near to the broken hearted, the crushed in spirit, and bring comfort to the lonely that enter His coffee shop, so they would never have to feel alone again.

This is my prayer.

He sent out his word and healed them, and delivered them from their destruction.
Psalms 107 v 20

About Me.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Nobody knew that her favorite flower was the gerbera daisy.
That her favorite form of punctuation was the question mark.
That she longed for a life so radically different from her own, that she used the books she read, the people she met, and the places she dreamed about to escape it.
That the choices she had made, had led to many of her broken pieces.
That even though her voice shook when she spoke, and though the words never came out quite like she thought they should, she said it all and felt it all in every word she wrote.

This is her story.
These are her thoughts.

Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.
Luke 7 v 47

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