Chris and I have done Operation Christmas Child for the past couple years. We fill up a couple shoeboxes and drop them off at the local church. My women’s group did it this past year. Now that we have traveled to a place that these boxes are sent to and seeing how little these people actually have, I am even more motivated to work closely with this organization. The collection of boxes begins pretty early, which is why I am sure a lot of people aren’t thinking about it. FYI: This year’s collection is Nov 17-24.
So remember when I was throwing a tantrum about not being able to go anywhere exciting and serve (How to be a missionary at home)? God quickly opened a door: to Guatemala. I won’t recap the whole trip. My husband did a great job at that already in his blog post, written much more eloquently than I ever could! So, head on over to sharedappetite.com after this! But first, I will reminisce about a couple things that have stuck with me over the past year.
I admit it: I tend to get jealous over other people’s lives. Not things like cars or houses or material things, more like experiences. They went on a great vacation, look at that fancy restaurant they went to, she did the bike ride from NYC to Montauk, how come I can’t do the Half Ironman upstate like he did (that is a goal of mine!) But, yes, jealousy rears its ugly head more times than I’d like to admit.
Last year I just felt so on fire for God and wanted to do something with it. Here I was just going to work everyday feeling like I was wasting my time and energy. I have a couple friends that are missionaries. One is full time: like she went to school for it. She spends months at a time in 3rd world countries. A couple other friends had traveled to southeast Asia for missions trips and another was leaving for Africa. Why were they getting to do these big opportunities and I was stuck in my car 3 hours a day driving back and forth to this job? It just didn’t seem fair (yes, I realize that I sound like a whiny 3 year not getting her way)
I love this devotional from Our Daily Bread (October 2012)
You’d think I would have my mother’s fingerprints embedded in my knee from all the times she squeezed my leg in church and whispered in no uncertain terms, “Be still.” Like any boy, I had a bad case of the wiggles in places like church. So for years, when I read, “Be still, and know that I am God” (Ps. 46:10), I thought of it in terms of not being antsy.
This thought came across my mind while on my run the other day (anything to keep my mind away from the desire to stop running.) Seeing a large puddle in the middle of a baseball field made me reflect… about my life reflecting His and how we really do that. What does it mean to “be like Him”? Don’t worry, I don’t always go so deep. Most runs are usually me just singing along to music and telling myself “Just a little further, don’t stop, you aren’t tired yet.”
“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.” Genesis 1:27
My church had their women’s retreat recently. It’s always a relaxing weekend to reconnect with God. I wanted desperately to hear from Him… something…. anything…. He answered!
There was a little prayer room with a dozen or so little stations with questions or ideas to think about and pray on. Before I went in I prayed “God, can You talk to me in here? Just let me know something.” I was not asking for a big life changing moment, just wanted a little tidbit. As you walk around to each station, you can see and hear women breaking down in tears around the room. I had nothing. Not a single glistening tear. I kept at it. Praying earnestly at each area.
Then it happened! I don’t even remember what the prompt was that brought it on, it wasn’t a life altering-break down in tears-type thing, but the Lord brought me new peace.
We are literally hours before we have to be completely moved out of this house… but it is Ashe Wednesday and I just had to get this post up before walking out the front door for the last time! Have you ever gone through those times where you just yell out “God, seriously! Why me? Again! C’mon!” I know I was crying this out just last night. Then this scripture and story comes to mind and it makes me smile
I told you that the word “steadfast” has been coming up for me a lot. This is today’s daily devotional on Our Daily Bread.
When Matt and Jessica tried to navigate their sailboat into a Florida inlet during Hurricane Sandy, the craft ran aground. As the waves crashed around them, they quickly dropped anchor. It held the sailboat in place until they could be rescued. They said that if they had not put down the anchor, “We would have lost our boat for sure.” Without the anchor, the relentless waves would have smashed the vessel onto the shore. [Read more...]
Do you ever get the push from God? Not a gentle nudge… like a full on push? Yeah, that’s what I felt to write this post. I had another topic all set to go for today and I ended up writing this the other night because I felt like this was supposed to be written now. So, here it is.
Recently, over the past few weeks, God has put one word on my heart: steadfast. It would keep coming up in verses I was reading and posts on Instagram. I would be listening to songs that I had heard a million times and that would be the word that I would hear loud and clear. It became obvious that I was supposed to be thinking about this specific word. I said, “Ok God, I’ll think about when I get some time.” He had other plans.
I didn’t come to know The Lord until I was 26 years old. At that point in my life, I was pretty much the opposite of a Christian. I described myself as an agnostic, really not believing in anything. My life was nowhere that I wanted it to be. I was very lost. Angry and I wasn’t sure why. Depressed over my situation. I had made a lot of mistakes. I didn’t think there was hope for happiness. My boss at the time (Rob) was a Christian and he had such a great family and just had a peaceful presence. How do I get that I wondered.