Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Review of Hagee New Book
I just finished John Hagee's "The Power of the Prophetic Blessing," a book of a little more than 200 pages and have to admit I enjoyed it. At first I was skeptical of this book and wondered if it was another book encouraging the prosperity gospel. I do believe at times it seems the book may have been headed in that direction and then Hagee would clear up any misunderstanding. If the gray boxes scattered throughout the book were read without the full context, the book could be misrepresented. It covered the different prophecies and blessings covered in the Bible, the importance of the Israelite people and praying over and blessing your children. Hagee knows his material and the book is biblical, although I'm not a big fan of his writing style. He reminds me of that over-energetic uncle who is so bubbly some of the younger kids find him a little scary. This, of course, is a personal preference and this is the only book of his I have read. This is a subject he is passionate about, and I believe it shows in his work. He also covered the gospel in about the middle of the book. This is an interesting read and I believe it could encourage many to study blessings and begin praying these over their children.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Review of The Truth About Grace
“The Truth About Grace” by John MacArthur , which I received to review from book sneeze.com, is a great book which tackles one of the foundational truths of Christianity. It is part of a three-book series from MacArthur. The book introduces grace and explains what it is, how you receive it and why today’s common beliefs are wrong. This book is a must read. It’s a short book of about 100 pages, but it is packed full of truth. Several times I found myself convicted or thinking over issues addressed in the book. MacArthur backs every statement with scripture. He doesn’t just use one basic scripture, but instead uses several verses. One he commonly uses is when Paul asks should we sin more to attain grace? Definitely not. Unlike “The Truth About Forgiveness,” MacArthur does not center the entire book around a couple of bible stories. The impact is equally as powerful. I recommend it to anyone interested in either growing in their walk or learning more about the Christian faith. I look forward to reading through the last book in the series although it may be after my two week trip to Uganda before I can tackle it. I don’t think it’ll last more than a couple of hours on my flight over there. Check this book out as soon as you can and you won’t be disappointed.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Review of The Truth About Forgiveness
When I received “The Truth About Forgiveness” by John MacArthur, I wasn’t expecting the volume of truth that’s bound in this tiny book. Only a little more than 100 pages, this book is a quick read. It’ll impact you completely with its amount of basic doctrine and the in-your-face way MacArthur places it to you. MacArthur uses plenty of scripture to back each statement made. It’s biblically backed. The other weekend I heard a radio commercial for a local church which claimed it didn’t use guilt in its messages. In this church they only show the love of Jesus. This book destroys the message of this commercial because without repentance there can be no salvation. MacArthur also uses stories of Jesus to back the point such as the paraplegic who He forgave then healed and the Pharisees reaction to the forgiveness. Forgiveness is laid out raw through this book. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and will probably read it again. I’ve bragged on this book to a few friends. I’ve only read one other book by MacArthur, so I can’t really tell if it follows in his style of writing. I can say it is incredible and I love how he speaks on the forgiveness given by Jesus. He’s incredibly straightforward in a world where many weave around the truth. I plan on checking out the other two books in the series. These books will reveal truth to you concerning forgiveness. Through this book, forgiveness becomes much more real. I received this book from booksneeze.com to review, but the opinion is my own.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Review of a Book About C.S. Lewis
In “Surprised by Laughter: The Comic Life of C.S. Lewis” by Terry Linvall, the sense of humor of C. S. Lewis is studied in depth and ranges from his choice in books to his love of life. I was captivated by Linvall’s knowledge of C.S. Lewis and his works. Lewis is fascinating and by looking at how much he loved life, one easily sees Christ in the world. Linvall covers so many topics. While reading about the humor of C.S. Lewis, the reader is able to think of his or her own view of life and how it relates to Christ. I highly encourage this book for any fan of C.S. Lewis. I have to warn you it isn’t an overnight read. I’ve had this book since Christmas and have diligently read each chapter. I am short a few chapters, but have a decent idea of the book. With approximately 450 pages stocked with information is a tough read. Although this looks like a literary dull study of Lewis, Linvall makes each page interesting and leaves you longing for more. Although you may be bored if looking for a great fiction story, this book is perfect for the historian who loves Lewis. I received this book from booksneeze.com. One funny story: the cover of this book just looks smart. One weekend I was having some friends over and I decided while cleaning to toss it on my coffee table in the middle of the living room. One of my friends picks up and I later teased I only sat it there to make myself look smarter. Hey, I need all the help I can get.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Post of Rage
What makes a person a leader? I thought about this today when I picked up a Chik-fil-A bag which advertised some big leadership conference featuring Tim Tebow on the side. I’ve never understood why anyone holds these leadership conferences. I doubt anyone has gone to one and had such a radically changed into a leader. Leadership isn’t an overnight character trait.
The best thing a leadership conference could do is tell if you are one or not. Or send you home feeling motivated although in a week you’ll be living the same way you do before you signed up. Leadership conferences, books, speakers, whatever are about pointless. Most of the people who go to these somehow pinpoint how they are a leader and leave patting themselves on the back when they should be leaving in shame.
I see these conferences and books on the subject everywhere, but rarely do I encounter a true leader. No one stands outs anymore. The ones who do are so attacked by the world it’s impossible to stand long. If they aren’t attacked they are overworked to the point of exhaustion.
When I think of great leaders, many men and women spring to mind from history and a few whom I currently know. Who do I follow? Christ. The ultimate leader.
As a Christian, I follow Him with my entire life. Every Christian should.
1 Peter 2:21
To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.
A true leader is someone like Christ who will stand as something different from the world. Each leader has at some point decided not to follow the crowd, but to perform to the best of his ability and live a life of courage.
Stand up for what you believe in. Stand up for your rights. Stand up for justice. This part goes back a little on a different post so I’m going to stop on this one before I rewrite it.
A true leader does not wait for someone else to do what he could have already accomplished. Don’t be afraid to get dirty and quit being lazy. Someone has to do the job and by sitting back and waiting for someone else, you are becoming the problem. Esther was told if she didn’t stand up for the Jews, God would send someone who would.
Esther 4:13-14 And Mordecai told them to answer Esther: “Do not think in your heart that you will escape in the king’s palace any more than all the other Jews. For if you remain completely silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place, but you and your father’s house will perish. Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?”
It doesn’t even have to be something as big as saving the Jews. If you are walking through your office and someone has made some huge mess and left it, clean it up. It’s one simple step toward being a leader. Don’t pace it off with a “it’s not my job” attitude. Clean it up.
Find someone you encounter daily who is a complete jerk to you for no reason. Be the bigger person and tell them good morning everyday or compliment them.
Now here’s a big one: when you tell someone you are going to do something, then do it. Dependability is huge. I’ve never understood someone who wasn’t true to their word. I don’t know about you, but I value my word. I’d be embarrassed if I was the person no one could depend on. If I say I’ll be there, as long as the Lord’s willing and the Creek don’t rise, I’ll be there. If you tell me you are going to do something, call me a fool, but I believe you. And I’m depending on you.
Some people may call me too trusting, but I believe in a different set of standards. I hold everyone to these standards whether they will perform or not. So congratulations. I’m trusting you until proven otherwise. Go ahead and take advantage of that; it only makes you look worse. Moving on.
A true leader finishes what he starts. I’m going to take my girls I’m mentoring as an example. When I took them on, I took on the responsibility of discipling them for life. Yes, I may not be there every step of the way. I refuse, though, to do this for a couple of months then stop and forget they exist. Their lives are way too valuable.
This holds true for so many things. A true leader realizes she’s dealing with people’s lives here. Everything you do affects someone. It might only be short term, but what you do has consequences. You aren’t the center of the universe.
One final thing before I quit gripping.
True leaders arrive on time. By not showing up on time you are basically saying you don’t care. Actually, getting there a little early is preferable. If you have to be at work at 8 a.m. every day you should be in the habit of getting there on time. Do whatever you have to get there on time. Figure out how early you should get up; then do it. It’s that simple. You want to argue with me go right ahead and do it.
Alright, I’m done. Actually I may have a little more gripping to do, but I feel just a little bit better. And I’ll save rest for later. Thank you for your time.
The best thing a leadership conference could do is tell if you are one or not. Or send you home feeling motivated although in a week you’ll be living the same way you do before you signed up. Leadership conferences, books, speakers, whatever are about pointless. Most of the people who go to these somehow pinpoint how they are a leader and leave patting themselves on the back when they should be leaving in shame.
I see these conferences and books on the subject everywhere, but rarely do I encounter a true leader. No one stands outs anymore. The ones who do are so attacked by the world it’s impossible to stand long. If they aren’t attacked they are overworked to the point of exhaustion.
When I think of great leaders, many men and women spring to mind from history and a few whom I currently know. Who do I follow? Christ. The ultimate leader.
As a Christian, I follow Him with my entire life. Every Christian should.
1 Peter 2:21
To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.
A true leader is someone like Christ who will stand as something different from the world. Each leader has at some point decided not to follow the crowd, but to perform to the best of his ability and live a life of courage.
Stand up for what you believe in. Stand up for your rights. Stand up for justice. This part goes back a little on a different post so I’m going to stop on this one before I rewrite it.
A true leader does not wait for someone else to do what he could have already accomplished. Don’t be afraid to get dirty and quit being lazy. Someone has to do the job and by sitting back and waiting for someone else, you are becoming the problem. Esther was told if she didn’t stand up for the Jews, God would send someone who would.
Esther 4:13-14 And Mordecai told them to answer Esther: “Do not think in your heart that you will escape in the king’s palace any more than all the other Jews. For if you remain completely silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place, but you and your father’s house will perish. Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for such a time as this?”
It doesn’t even have to be something as big as saving the Jews. If you are walking through your office and someone has made some huge mess and left it, clean it up. It’s one simple step toward being a leader. Don’t pace it off with a “it’s not my job” attitude. Clean it up.
Find someone you encounter daily who is a complete jerk to you for no reason. Be the bigger person and tell them good morning everyday or compliment them.
Now here’s a big one: when you tell someone you are going to do something, then do it. Dependability is huge. I’ve never understood someone who wasn’t true to their word. I don’t know about you, but I value my word. I’d be embarrassed if I was the person no one could depend on. If I say I’ll be there, as long as the Lord’s willing and the Creek don’t rise, I’ll be there. If you tell me you are going to do something, call me a fool, but I believe you. And I’m depending on you.
Some people may call me too trusting, but I believe in a different set of standards. I hold everyone to these standards whether they will perform or not. So congratulations. I’m trusting you until proven otherwise. Go ahead and take advantage of that; it only makes you look worse. Moving on.
A true leader finishes what he starts. I’m going to take my girls I’m mentoring as an example. When I took them on, I took on the responsibility of discipling them for life. Yes, I may not be there every step of the way. I refuse, though, to do this for a couple of months then stop and forget they exist. Their lives are way too valuable.
This holds true for so many things. A true leader realizes she’s dealing with people’s lives here. Everything you do affects someone. It might only be short term, but what you do has consequences. You aren’t the center of the universe.
One final thing before I quit gripping.
True leaders arrive on time. By not showing up on time you are basically saying you don’t care. Actually, getting there a little early is preferable. If you have to be at work at 8 a.m. every day you should be in the habit of getting there on time. Do whatever you have to get there on time. Figure out how early you should get up; then do it. It’s that simple. You want to argue with me go right ahead and do it.
Alright, I’m done. Actually I may have a little more gripping to do, but I feel just a little bit better. And I’ll save rest for later. Thank you for your time.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Review of Nearing Home
I just finished reading Billy Graham’s “Nearing Home,” which I received from booksneeze.com. This is the first time I’ve read something by Billy Graham, and I have to admit it was amazing. He is a great writer, even at 92. It is amazing how easily his faith bleeds through the pages and he can’t help, but add the gospel into this book on aging well. He used several good stories to show what to do and not to do. All subjects in the book Graham has experienced, and he writes as an authority on the subject. I don’t think you could be too young to read this book, despite its topic. We are all going to get old one day and Graham shows how to do it for the glory of God. He covers topics such as aging, handling grief, comforting others and, of course, the gospel. It didn’t take me long to read this book of 180 pages. All it took was one good rainy afternoon and I zoomed through it. It was hard to put down. I’m eager to pass this book on to my grandmother, although I think she may know a whole lot on this subject. I’m hoping I’ll be able to find more books by Billy Graham because he is such a good writer. I encourage this book for everyone, no matter the age. At some point, everything in this book will be encountered by every individual. Unfortunately, we aren’t getting any younger so we might as well do it for the glory of God.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Review of The Sacred Meal
Well first off, I lost this book for months and finally found it stashed away while moving. My favorite part of this book is its cover, which makes it look really nice sitting on the back of my toilet or on my coffee table. I guess that sounds bad for the book, but it’s really pretty. OK, the book I’m talking about is “The Sacred Meal” by Nora Gallagher, a commentary on communion. Booksneeze.com sent this book to me by request. It was a good read despite losing the book for so long. The author describes her experiences with communion and how it relates to Christianity and the world. I disagreed with her on several things and a couple of comments made were wrong. I actually was talking to a friend after reading this, and she laughed at me as I explained it. I did like the way the author wrote and how she described her experiences with communion. The best way I could described it is poetic and mystical. Afterward I was ready to go talk to my pastor about taking communion more in our church. I think one of the things I was expecting was more of a history and a way of communion. It’s more of a “these are my experiences” and a relation to Christianity book. Overall, I did enjoy. And the cover is pretty.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Love Story
A couple of weekends ago, I was spending some time with a couple of friends at the lake. One of them said she would like to read a sexy romance novel. We, of course, both looked at her strange and then she made the comment she found “Redeeming Love” by Francine Rivers very sexy. This is when we both chuckled to ourselves and continued to talk. This is a novel based off Hosea about a marriage between a godly man and a prostitute. It’s an awesome read, one I highly suggest. Now it isn’t sexy like you might think of a Nora Roberts’s book. It’s a romance which centers around a relationship based on God.
Last night I was thinking about this.
Have we twisted romance into something it’s not? I would have to say yes. Most love stories revolve around nonexistent themes, giving little girls the idea they’ll have these fake romances one day. A typical romance book (not novel, because most of these books are too simple to be labeled a novel) involves some overly sensitive, yet buff male who sweeps the young lady off her feet, carries her to bed and then at some point maybe weds her. The last part is optional. Most of these books have the same storyline and after the third or fourth reading of a romance book anyone with any sense knows what will happen.
Let’s look at a book that may or may not have the sex part. Now I’ll admit I enjoy Nicholas Sparks every now and then, although it’s been a while. Actually “A Walk to Remember” is one of my favorites. I’ve given these novels a new name. Well, I stole this name from another article: emo porn. The odds of any of these romances happening are slim to none. In fact, if the guy from “The Notebook” was real, we would call him a stalker.
This isn’t love. It’s not real and getting lost in this world is not good for you. It’s like a man who watches porn. You are going to start expecting something from men which they are not. You are going to expect a romance to blossom in a way it can. Not every love story involves a man jumping on a carousal to ask you out or a smoking hot cowboy riding up on his pony all hot and sweaty and still smelling good to ride you off in the sunset. Mr. Carousal would be either a stalker or would give up and, sorry, but the stinking cowboy is more likely to make like Matt Dillon. These fantasies make love into something it’s not. For one thing, well, there’s carousal guy and I’ve already covered that. Now I’m still single so I can’t comment on love or marriage or anything other than what I’ve seen. True love isn’t the sparks at the beginning or falling into love just to jump into bed. (Honestly, falling into love sounds painful. I’m not a big fan of falling. Or pain.)
The most beautiful romances I’ve seen are the ones which have gone through the trials, stood by each other’s sides, raised a family, have put up with each other for 40-60 plus years and still are hanging in there. I like to think of my grandparents. I know they’re marriage has definitely not been smooth sailing. Actually how they ended up together is kinda sweet, but that’s beside the point. For instance, granddaddy had a total knee done about a year ago. When he came home, grandma was helping him into the house and I was standing behind for support. Right before he reached the top step they had to stop and kiss for a moment. It was incredibly sweet. Watching them is amazing and finding out their stories is also pretty cool…even the bad stuff. Because that’s what makes love amazing: going through trials together with God at the center supporting everything and coming out still in love at the end.
Now since I’ve spent the whole time talking about bad romance books let me tell you what to read. Read the Bible. It’s the ultimate love story. For the first time ever I’m almost done reading it straight through. I’ve tried before and got a little distracted. Beside the point. The Bible is the ultimate love story of a gentleman Pursuer who is patiently waiting for His bride. The more I read the more I realize how much Jesus really loves me. Which in turn makes me love Him more. My favorite book of the Bible has become Ruth, and it isn’t so much the love story between Ruth and Boaz, but because it actually represents the love story between Christ and me. Awww, it gives me chill bumps just typing it. What more do I need, really? J
Monday, August 1, 2011
So in about three hours I will be loaded in a car on my way to my first youth camp where I will spend five days with 50 teenagers, the hot sun and lots of Jesus. Yes, I'm excited. A little nervous, too. In honor of this I've decided to write a blog so my number one fan has a little surprise since she won't see me all week. Course I have no idea what I'm writing about, so I'm just going to keep typing until this thing seems complete.
I guess I could and talk about how much of an amazing weekend I had with two amazing friends. It's not often I take a weekend and do absolutely nothing. It's definitely good for the soul. Jesus did it often and really, I should be following His example and withdrawing from the craziness of the crowds. Maybe if I were to fit more of these weekends into my schedule, weekends filled with friends and Jesus, I wouldn't get quite so stressed.
You also need good friends. I've written on this before, but it's on my mind. Friends who are going to be blunt with you when you're being an idiot. And love ya while doing it. Ones who will quote Winnie the Pooh quotes even though you roll your eyes. (OK, I'm not really sure I know how to roll my eyes.) Friends who will swim with ya and cheer while you touch a wall. Yay number one fan!!
One whole weekend with good talks. I feel refreshed and ready for anything. Maybe even youth camp.
Oh! And as if that wasn't enough Jesus was all showing off Friday night with some shooting stars. They were beautiful.
Ahhh, what a weekend.
:)
I guess I could and talk about how much of an amazing weekend I had with two amazing friends. It's not often I take a weekend and do absolutely nothing. It's definitely good for the soul. Jesus did it often and really, I should be following His example and withdrawing from the craziness of the crowds. Maybe if I were to fit more of these weekends into my schedule, weekends filled with friends and Jesus, I wouldn't get quite so stressed.
You also need good friends. I've written on this before, but it's on my mind. Friends who are going to be blunt with you when you're being an idiot. And love ya while doing it. Ones who will quote Winnie the Pooh quotes even though you roll your eyes. (OK, I'm not really sure I know how to roll my eyes.) Friends who will swim with ya and cheer while you touch a wall. Yay number one fan!!
One whole weekend with good talks. I feel refreshed and ready for anything. Maybe even youth camp.
Oh! And as if that wasn't enough Jesus was all showing off Friday night with some shooting stars. They were beautiful.
Ahhh, what a weekend.
:)
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Savior, Pilot Me
Now for the past couple of weeks I have been thinking more and more about God's will. It's always been something on my mind. Many times I have asked myself what is His will for my life? Now I think this has just been something I've been asking. Something I like to think would be nice, but really who has complete control. For a long time the answer has been me.
What's bad is I thought I was good at following? The thing is, I was up to a point, but then if it went off my path then I'm grabbing the reins. Like I was asking what newspaper should I apply for or help me with this interview. I didn't stop to ask "hey, should I be a reporter?"
Confession time: I did not stop and ask God if I should be a reporter. I didn't ask Him if I should go to Auburn. To get right down to it, I didn't even ask if I should go to college. I decided in seventh grade I would go to Auburn, major in journalism and become a reporter. Never did I take in consideration God's will. Not until now.
Now I can't say the past year has been because of my stubbornness of following my own plans. Sailing my own boat. Steering my own horse. Manning my own...you get the picture. Maybe this past year has been my big fish God used to grab my attention.
I can almost hear Him saying "OK stupid. You've had your own way long enough. It's time to give it to Me."
So I've been down on my knees a lot lately handing everything over. I think I'm starting to understand what He wants to. He's giving me only one step at a time. What's different is, yea I'm a little unsteady, but it's a good unsteady. I am confident His way is right. I've known it all along, but I've been hanging on to control. I'm tired of chasing my own dreams and coming up short. The last couple of years may have been a waste, but it's what I needed to get my attention.
Thank you God for refining me like gold and silver.
Proverbs 17:3
What's bad is I thought I was good at following? The thing is, I was up to a point, but then if it went off my path then I'm grabbing the reins. Like I was asking what newspaper should I apply for or help me with this interview. I didn't stop to ask "hey, should I be a reporter?"
Confession time: I did not stop and ask God if I should be a reporter. I didn't ask Him if I should go to Auburn. To get right down to it, I didn't even ask if I should go to college. I decided in seventh grade I would go to Auburn, major in journalism and become a reporter. Never did I take in consideration God's will. Not until now.
Now I can't say the past year has been because of my stubbornness of following my own plans. Sailing my own boat. Steering my own horse. Manning my own...you get the picture. Maybe this past year has been my big fish God used to grab my attention.
I can almost hear Him saying "OK stupid. You've had your own way long enough. It's time to give it to Me."
So I've been down on my knees a lot lately handing everything over. I think I'm starting to understand what He wants to. He's giving me only one step at a time. What's different is, yea I'm a little unsteady, but it's a good unsteady. I am confident His way is right. I've known it all along, but I've been hanging on to control. I'm tired of chasing my own dreams and coming up short. The last couple of years may have been a waste, but it's what I needed to get my attention.
Thank you God for refining me like gold and silver.
Proverbs 17:3
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Top Five
Now most of the time I don't have any time for movies or television. If anything I'm going to read before I turn the tube on. I'm strange, yes. I would just rather spend what little spare time I have in the Word. If you think I'm saying this to make myself sound more holy, I'm not. I'm just your run-of-the-mill girl who likes to read. And has ADD when it comes to sitting there watching t.v. My brother is the opposite.
Today, though, as we flip between the Braves (who are losing) and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, I'm thinking back on some of the great titles I think everyone should see. My number fan will probably disagree, but that's OK. I'm going to name some off anyway. These aren't the best of all time because I think it would take me a long time to narrow down a top ten list. Just some good movies. Actually I'm going to target the ones my mom decided I had to watch as a kid. I'll show them to my kids one day. (Braves just lost by one point, btw.)
1) Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - I'm watching it right now. It's a great movie with lots of adventure, fantasy and Dick Van Dyke. I loved it as a kid and still hold it in my heart (yes, I'm a dork). I loved the toys and the saving of the kids. The rise of the kids and toys at the end is great. At this point I'm thinking I'm horrible at reviews. It is a good movie. Go watch it. It even has a little romance...because I know some people like that kinda stuff. There were several old movies like this one we loved to watch. They're great. Family friendly. Mom went on a spree of showing them to us one time.
2) There were two trilogies my mom had us watch. One of which was Indiana Jones. To this day I love these movies. They're hilarious and the adventures are awesome. Great scenes. "You call him Dr. Jones, doll!" Ahhhh! Such memories. No one can forget the priceless scenes...which I'm not describing. You'll have to go watch them.
3) Stars Wars (original movies) The other trilogy we got to watch. No one can forget Luke Skywalker and all his friends as he rises from farm boy to Jedi warrior. Like Indiana Jones, you also had Harrison Ford to entertain you the entire time. See a trend. Also let me point out both series had a little romance for those who like that (number one fan).
4) I was a big Disney fan and think every kid should be introduced to their movies. Especially the originals like Robin Hood, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King...the list goes on and on. What could incorporate music, humor, action, romance into one movie and make it fun for all ages. Disney can. They've been doing it for years.
5) I almost forgot Herbie the Love Bug. I've heard many people say they didn't like these movies, but I liked them. Herbie was awesome. I want to have a little bug like him. In fact, my first care kinda reminded me of him. Great movies although I may be the only one who actually likes them. Well, my mom likes them to. She's the one who introduced it.
Here's a list of 5 movies. Actually if you ever numbered the movies linked to each one it's more than five. Anyway, I recommend these movies for adults and kids alike. OK, time to read Hebrews.
Today, though, as we flip between the Braves (who are losing) and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, I'm thinking back on some of the great titles I think everyone should see. My number fan will probably disagree, but that's OK. I'm going to name some off anyway. These aren't the best of all time because I think it would take me a long time to narrow down a top ten list. Just some good movies. Actually I'm going to target the ones my mom decided I had to watch as a kid. I'll show them to my kids one day. (Braves just lost by one point, btw.)
1) Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - I'm watching it right now. It's a great movie with lots of adventure, fantasy and Dick Van Dyke. I loved it as a kid and still hold it in my heart (yes, I'm a dork). I loved the toys and the saving of the kids. The rise of the kids and toys at the end is great. At this point I'm thinking I'm horrible at reviews. It is a good movie. Go watch it. It even has a little romance...because I know some people like that kinda stuff. There were several old movies like this one we loved to watch. They're great. Family friendly. Mom went on a spree of showing them to us one time.
2) There were two trilogies my mom had us watch. One of which was Indiana Jones. To this day I love these movies. They're hilarious and the adventures are awesome. Great scenes. "You call him Dr. Jones, doll!" Ahhhh! Such memories. No one can forget the priceless scenes...which I'm not describing. You'll have to go watch them.
3) Stars Wars (original movies) The other trilogy we got to watch. No one can forget Luke Skywalker and all his friends as he rises from farm boy to Jedi warrior. Like Indiana Jones, you also had Harrison Ford to entertain you the entire time. See a trend. Also let me point out both series had a little romance for those who like that (number one fan).
4) I was a big Disney fan and think every kid should be introduced to their movies. Especially the originals like Robin Hood, Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King...the list goes on and on. What could incorporate music, humor, action, romance into one movie and make it fun for all ages. Disney can. They've been doing it for years.
5) I almost forgot Herbie the Love Bug. I've heard many people say they didn't like these movies, but I liked them. Herbie was awesome. I want to have a little bug like him. In fact, my first care kinda reminded me of him. Great movies although I may be the only one who actually likes them. Well, my mom likes them to. She's the one who introduced it.
Here's a list of 5 movies. Actually if you ever numbered the movies linked to each one it's more than five. Anyway, I recommend these movies for adults and kids alike. OK, time to read Hebrews.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
For My Number One Fan
So my number one fan told me to write a blog. Being the nice person I am, I decided to go ahead with one. Just to satify temporary because I am a little sleepy. Here are her suggestions (I would have just written down my dreams of becoming a boxer): 1. dating I really liked your Discretion blog and i think there is room to expand 2. Clothes and how we put way to much thought into it (feel free to use me as a case study i know i have a problem lol)3. The importants of having good christian friends. ( Sorry for any incorrect grammer, spelling, etc. It's a copy and past. Here it goes:
1) I'm not expanding on discretion or maybe I am. Actually, I may have already written about it. I've noticed people have a fascination in setting people up together. It doesn't make sense why it happens. Although everyone I know thinks they are amazing match makers I have yet to meet someone with any success. I'm speaking from experience. Yes, I like meeting new people. People are fun and interesting and all that good stuff. Somehow I don't think God is behind many of these setups. All you have to do is step back and let Him work. He knows what He's doing; He's been doing since Adam and Eve. I think He has it under control. I know you think you have the perfect match for your friends, but the odds are against. Please, let God do His job.
2) All right, I'm using friend as a case study. Maybe I'm just sleepy, but I can't think of how. I'm not sure I'm the right person to talk about this. Yes, I think about what I wear. I want to look nice to go to church. When I wear a dress or makeup, it's typically for Jesus. Just throwing that out there. It's good to dress up for church most of the time...I usually try to wear nice shirts and good jeans. I have to dress nice to go to work. It's kinda a requirement so I do it. If I'm going to dress up, I'm doing it right. It's another reason I usually don't go all out on Sunday. Jesus loves me as I am. Clothes define some people...or so they think. I've learned this more from observation. Want to act tough or like you don't care then wear black or emoish clothes. Want to be a jock: wear underarmor. Etc. Me. I like to be comfortable. I also want to look nice and some shirts I get really excited about. Like when I run a race and get a shirt I wear it that Sunday afternoon. No one usually notices, but I'm proud. OK, this probably has nothing to do with what she wanted so I'm moving on.
3) I have great friends and they are definitely from God. Everyone needs them. If you are hanging out with people who don't love Jesus, odds are they are going to drag you down. People want to impress. Unless you are solid in the faith, so solid you can handle peer pressure, then you need to be around good people. Christian friends. Bad company corrupts character. (Somewhere in Proverbs. Read the whole book and tell me where it is. You probably need to read your Bible anyway). Yes, your friends need Jesus. But hanging out with just these lost people will hurt you. God will provide Godly friends if you ask for them. It's one thing He won't say no too. Pray for them. Sincerely. They'll uplift. They'll support. They'll provide Godly advice.
OK here are my three topics. Bed time.
1) I'm not expanding on discretion or maybe I am. Actually, I may have already written about it. I've noticed people have a fascination in setting people up together. It doesn't make sense why it happens. Although everyone I know thinks they are amazing match makers I have yet to meet someone with any success. I'm speaking from experience. Yes, I like meeting new people. People are fun and interesting and all that good stuff. Somehow I don't think God is behind many of these setups. All you have to do is step back and let Him work. He knows what He's doing; He's been doing since Adam and Eve. I think He has it under control. I know you think you have the perfect match for your friends, but the odds are against. Please, let God do His job.
2) All right, I'm using friend as a case study. Maybe I'm just sleepy, but I can't think of how. I'm not sure I'm the right person to talk about this. Yes, I think about what I wear. I want to look nice to go to church. When I wear a dress or makeup, it's typically for Jesus. Just throwing that out there. It's good to dress up for church most of the time...I usually try to wear nice shirts and good jeans. I have to dress nice to go to work. It's kinda a requirement so I do it. If I'm going to dress up, I'm doing it right. It's another reason I usually don't go all out on Sunday. Jesus loves me as I am. Clothes define some people...or so they think. I've learned this more from observation. Want to act tough or like you don't care then wear black or emoish clothes. Want to be a jock: wear underarmor. Etc. Me. I like to be comfortable. I also want to look nice and some shirts I get really excited about. Like when I run a race and get a shirt I wear it that Sunday afternoon. No one usually notices, but I'm proud. OK, this probably has nothing to do with what she wanted so I'm moving on.
3) I have great friends and they are definitely from God. Everyone needs them. If you are hanging out with people who don't love Jesus, odds are they are going to drag you down. People want to impress. Unless you are solid in the faith, so solid you can handle peer pressure, then you need to be around good people. Christian friends. Bad company corrupts character. (Somewhere in Proverbs. Read the whole book and tell me where it is. You probably need to read your Bible anyway). Yes, your friends need Jesus. But hanging out with just these lost people will hurt you. God will provide Godly friends if you ask for them. It's one thing He won't say no too. Pray for them. Sincerely. They'll uplift. They'll support. They'll provide Godly advice.
OK here are my three topics. Bed time.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Discretion
So I already put one post up here today, but I've been thinking about something all weekend and thought this was the best place to rant about it. Discretion. A lot of people don't have it and it's something I think should be discussed and my blog. (Jenn should be very excited to see 2 posts in one day.)
In a way, it could play off my last one...although not how people may see me as using it. Discretion should not be based on a person's color, ethnicity, hair color or whatever appearance they portray. That being said let me get to my point.
I've noticed that a lot of girls have no discretion in choosing people they wish to date. I'm not talking just about my friends; I mean girls period. It's something I've discussed with my dad before...been discussing for years...many because it frustrates me. There are good guys out there and it seems many girls go for the sorry ones. The gangbangers, pot heads, whatever. It's like this joke Jeff Foxworthy once said about how most women won't dangerous men. He went on to say, yea the ones who end up on COPS hanging out the door yelling "lock him up." beep beepity beep.
I'm not judging a guy by his appearances. If you're dating who looks bad, but isn't I'm not talking about you. That talks me back to the don't judge on appearances at the top. I'm talking about girls I hear about who are dating gangbangers. (This is not a term I came up with.)
I've always noticed that girls chase after these guys who will never take care of them. I mean, if a guy can not hold down a job he probably won't take care of you. I don't want to be the one supporting my man unless something horrible goes wrong in our life (i.e. he wakes up paralyzed...true story. Check out some Mark Driscoll sermons. Actually, Mark Driscoll has great sermons on this subject.)
Also don't let him push you around or speak with you in any tone which isn't respectful. The moment he leaves a bruise on you, this boy needs to be gone. He is not worth your time.
And don't think you are going to get this guy saved just because you are dating him and dragging him to church. If he's up front and says he doesn't believe in God or his entire life changes the moment he met you, something's up. I can put up appearances for a while until I get what I want. Well, I usually don't, but you get the picture. Dating is not a mission project.
Ladies, please think before dating a guy. Pay attention to how he acts, who he hangs out with, what he sticks in his mouth, his language, how he treats everyone from his mom to that little kid down the street. Everything. You have to use discretion when looking for a man to spend the rest of your life with. I don't know statistics very well, but I can say 50 percent of marriages do end in divorce. From observation, I've noticed many women who either support their husbands because they won't get a job. Men who care more about taking care of their self than their wife and kids.
All right. I'm done ranting. I'm hoping I didn't offend anyone, but I had to get that out.
One more thing. You are the daughter of the King and as that you deserve the best. God will provide a good man who will love you and spend his entire life with you. You'll be sitting on the front porch swing watching your grandbabies one day after a life spent chasing after God.
In a way, it could play off my last one...although not how people may see me as using it. Discretion should not be based on a person's color, ethnicity, hair color or whatever appearance they portray. That being said let me get to my point.
I've noticed that a lot of girls have no discretion in choosing people they wish to date. I'm not talking just about my friends; I mean girls period. It's something I've discussed with my dad before...been discussing for years...many because it frustrates me. There are good guys out there and it seems many girls go for the sorry ones. The gangbangers, pot heads, whatever. It's like this joke Jeff Foxworthy once said about how most women won't dangerous men. He went on to say, yea the ones who end up on COPS hanging out the door yelling "lock him up." beep beepity beep.
I'm not judging a guy by his appearances. If you're dating who looks bad, but isn't I'm not talking about you. That talks me back to the don't judge on appearances at the top. I'm talking about girls I hear about who are dating gangbangers. (This is not a term I came up with.)
I've always noticed that girls chase after these guys who will never take care of them. I mean, if a guy can not hold down a job he probably won't take care of you. I don't want to be the one supporting my man unless something horrible goes wrong in our life (i.e. he wakes up paralyzed...true story. Check out some Mark Driscoll sermons. Actually, Mark Driscoll has great sermons on this subject.)
Also don't let him push you around or speak with you in any tone which isn't respectful. The moment he leaves a bruise on you, this boy needs to be gone. He is not worth your time.
And don't think you are going to get this guy saved just because you are dating him and dragging him to church. If he's up front and says he doesn't believe in God or his entire life changes the moment he met you, something's up. I can put up appearances for a while until I get what I want. Well, I usually don't, but you get the picture. Dating is not a mission project.
Ladies, please think before dating a guy. Pay attention to how he acts, who he hangs out with, what he sticks in his mouth, his language, how he treats everyone from his mom to that little kid down the street. Everything. You have to use discretion when looking for a man to spend the rest of your life with. I don't know statistics very well, but I can say 50 percent of marriages do end in divorce. From observation, I've noticed many women who either support their husbands because they won't get a job. Men who care more about taking care of their self than their wife and kids.
All right. I'm done ranting. I'm hoping I didn't offend anyone, but I had to get that out.
One more thing. You are the daughter of the King and as that you deserve the best. God will provide a good man who will love you and spend his entire life with you. You'll be sitting on the front porch swing watching your grandbabies one day after a life spent chasing after God.
Dream On
There's an old song by INXS which sings about interracial dating called original sin. Back in high school I listed to this school a lot...it has a great sound. Now I really don't listen to secular music (which I have addressed in another blog), but it's still a pretty good song. Look it up if you haven't taken my secular music fast.
Now I used this song to open my blog because I thought I'd discuss an issue that at times can be controversial and when it's not, people discuss how it can be. Different generations view it in different lights and time periods.
What I'm talking about, as you can probably see from my intro song, is interracial dating. For a while it had been on my mind after discussing it with several people, but now I've decided to branch on the subject.
Interracial dating has become more prominent in the last several years, but people still hold strong opinions on the subject. Nearly every person my age has no problem with it and several of my friends are interested in people of different races. I wouldn't think twice if my friend introduced me to su novio Pedro. The difference in opinions of more recent generations steams from more exposure to it than around 30 years ago. This isn’t a bad thing; it allows people to see it is OK.
On the other hand there are people I look up to who are completely against. As long as they aren't harassing or badmouthing my friends, I do not mind their opinions. I just disagree with them.
I may not have read through the whole Bible (well, I probably have...just not consecutively), but I have never found anywhere where God condemns interracial dating. In fact, Moses married a black woman (Exodus 2:21) and they had two sons. Her father, Jethro (coolest father-in-law name ever) was later mentioned and helped Moses (Exodus 18).
Solomon also took women of other races to be his wives, but he had a billion women so I don't think that counts.
As we come closer to the end, we'll become more and more alike anyway. I don't the color of your mate will matter in the long run. As long as Jesus is the basis of your relationship and you have allowed Him to lead you.
I've heard many biblical arguments, but most of them have to do with being unequally yoked and that doesn't have anything to do with races. I tried to do some research on interracial relationships on the internet and there were a few Web sites strongly arguing against it because God wanted the peoples to remain separate.
People disagree with it for different reasons coming from they think races should be kept separate, stereotypes and pure racism (although I don't think most of them are racists.) I’m not an expert by any means. If we’re going to argue races are not meant to be mixed the my entire country and the people I love are mistakes. Take my heritage for instance: I’m German, Irish, English and about ¼ Cherokee Indian. I’m a mutt. Americans, with maybe a few exceptions, are mutts. One hundred years ago, or so, Americans were angry Irish were moving into their country and I’m pretty sure they didn’t want their children marrying them.
You can’t tell me this is different.
This isn’t a topic I usually discuss outside of a few conversations and I don’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about it. Outside of one argument with a family member, which was actually kinda defensive until I said it was stupid to argue, I’ve never had a steamed discussion about it. But I thought I’d lay down some thoughts and stick them out there.
By the way, Jesus loves you!
Now I used this song to open my blog because I thought I'd discuss an issue that at times can be controversial and when it's not, people discuss how it can be. Different generations view it in different lights and time periods.
What I'm talking about, as you can probably see from my intro song, is interracial dating. For a while it had been on my mind after discussing it with several people, but now I've decided to branch on the subject.
Interracial dating has become more prominent in the last several years, but people still hold strong opinions on the subject. Nearly every person my age has no problem with it and several of my friends are interested in people of different races. I wouldn't think twice if my friend introduced me to su novio Pedro. The difference in opinions of more recent generations steams from more exposure to it than around 30 years ago. This isn’t a bad thing; it allows people to see it is OK.
On the other hand there are people I look up to who are completely against. As long as they aren't harassing or badmouthing my friends, I do not mind their opinions. I just disagree with them.
I may not have read through the whole Bible (well, I probably have...just not consecutively), but I have never found anywhere where God condemns interracial dating. In fact, Moses married a black woman (Exodus 2:21) and they had two sons. Her father, Jethro (coolest father-in-law name ever) was later mentioned and helped Moses (Exodus 18).
Solomon also took women of other races to be his wives, but he had a billion women so I don't think that counts.
As we come closer to the end, we'll become more and more alike anyway. I don't the color of your mate will matter in the long run. As long as Jesus is the basis of your relationship and you have allowed Him to lead you.
I've heard many biblical arguments, but most of them have to do with being unequally yoked and that doesn't have anything to do with races. I tried to do some research on interracial relationships on the internet and there were a few Web sites strongly arguing against it because God wanted the peoples to remain separate.
People disagree with it for different reasons coming from they think races should be kept separate, stereotypes and pure racism (although I don't think most of them are racists.) I’m not an expert by any means. If we’re going to argue races are not meant to be mixed the my entire country and the people I love are mistakes. Take my heritage for instance: I’m German, Irish, English and about ¼ Cherokee Indian. I’m a mutt. Americans, with maybe a few exceptions, are mutts. One hundred years ago, or so, Americans were angry Irish were moving into their country and I’m pretty sure they didn’t want their children marrying them.
You can’t tell me this is different.
This isn’t a topic I usually discuss outside of a few conversations and I don’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about it. Outside of one argument with a family member, which was actually kinda defensive until I said it was stupid to argue, I’ve never had a steamed discussion about it. But I thought I’d lay down some thoughts and stick them out there.
By the way, Jesus loves you!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Happy Mother's Day!
With Mother's Day this weekend, I thought I'd do the right thing and write a little something about my own amazing mom. And all mothers like her. And the extra women God has thrown into my life who have become second mother figures to me.
My mom, of course, is number one. She means the world to me. From the moment of birth she has always been there for me and will be there in the future. And yes, we have had our share of disagreements, but she has been a voice of reason many times. I can confide in mom and she has a way of telling me things, showing me the right way.
When my parents went through their divorce, mom took it hard. But she was able to overcome so well and be there for me and Alex. I look back and think about how solid she could be. She was going to take care of us. I don't know what I would've done without her.
I have so many memories of my mom. Wow, I just stopped and thought back and was flooded. Then I stopped typing. I guess I should give you some examples. Hehe
Like when she would sit me down and teach me how to pray and read the Bible. Going camping in Gulf Shores. Walking in the neighborhood or going to the Fayetteville...I think I liked the ride more than anything. Playing with grandma's trainset and kicking Alex out of the room.
My mom is absolutely amazing. I love her! I am so thankful God allowed me to have her.
Unfortunately we are separated by a hour and a half drive. I call often, but it's still far off. I don't usually miss people. I don't know. But sometimes I miss my mom like crazy.
God has allowed other women into my life. None of them rank quite like my mom, but they are there when I need them. I told one the other day she was my second mommy and she asked how many second mommies I have. I had to stop and count later. I came up with four main ones and then a whole bunch more who pitch in. I love them all. I need the support and the extra mentoring and directing. They'll never add up to my own mom who has raised me into the woman I have become and continue to direct me in the years to come. I'll never get as excited as when I know I'm either going to Griffin to see mom or she's driving down her.
One day I hope I can be a mom as great as my mom. I probably won't be quite as good, but I'm going to try. Plus I'm sure I'll have a ton of help. I look forward to that day when I can celebrate Mother's Day from the other side. But until then I'm going to shower my mom with the love she deserves, although it doesn't come close to what all she's done for me. Thanks Mom! You are the absolute best! I love you!!!
My mom, of course, is number one. She means the world to me. From the moment of birth she has always been there for me and will be there in the future. And yes, we have had our share of disagreements, but she has been a voice of reason many times. I can confide in mom and she has a way of telling me things, showing me the right way.
When my parents went through their divorce, mom took it hard. But she was able to overcome so well and be there for me and Alex. I look back and think about how solid she could be. She was going to take care of us. I don't know what I would've done without her.
I have so many memories of my mom. Wow, I just stopped and thought back and was flooded. Then I stopped typing. I guess I should give you some examples. Hehe
Like when she would sit me down and teach me how to pray and read the Bible. Going camping in Gulf Shores. Walking in the neighborhood or going to the Fayetteville...I think I liked the ride more than anything. Playing with grandma's trainset and kicking Alex out of the room.
My mom is absolutely amazing. I love her! I am so thankful God allowed me to have her.
Unfortunately we are separated by a hour and a half drive. I call often, but it's still far off. I don't usually miss people. I don't know. But sometimes I miss my mom like crazy.
God has allowed other women into my life. None of them rank quite like my mom, but they are there when I need them. I told one the other day she was my second mommy and she asked how many second mommies I have. I had to stop and count later. I came up with four main ones and then a whole bunch more who pitch in. I love them all. I need the support and the extra mentoring and directing. They'll never add up to my own mom who has raised me into the woman I have become and continue to direct me in the years to come. I'll never get as excited as when I know I'm either going to Griffin to see mom or she's driving down her.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Take Me Out to the Ball Game
I remember going out to the ball field when I was a little kid and watching my little brother play baseball. He wasn't the best player in the world (by the standards of the Opelika Rec), but he loved the game and he tried his best. In fact, there was one game when he scored the only point in the whole game. I can't remember if he got walked or if he hit the ball, but he scored all the bases to win for his team.
Many times I tried to get out of watching the hour or so of little league. Only once did I succeed and with the exception of a few games, I think I saw every game he played. Of course, he doesn't play now. For a little while he was playing church softball and I'd watch those games. My little sister was also into softball, which held me over for a while. Until about middle school or maybe high school I really didn't like going to these games, other than for moral support. It was boring to sit on the belchers and watch this sport. My favorite part was the blue shushie I would always get. When I became older, it seemed to change.
Now I have a confession. The game I hated to be dragged to has become important to me. I can't play worth anything. I can barely hit the ball. It's the atmosphere at a little league game which make it so special. Watching your little cousins play this game and hopefully getting a good play. My siblings were awesome when they played (especially Brittany...shhhhh, don't tell Alex) and they could get some great plays. Well, Alex did a lot of dancing in the outfield when he was younger, which cracked everyone up.
I did play one year, as a side note. It's not exciting. I'd much rather play soccer any day than some sport where you stand in the outfield and wonder if the ball might make it your way. I just couldn't get into it.
If you ever go to a ball game, it's like a family reunion plus some. Friends are there. Church family is there. Family family is there. Everyone shows up to cheer on their future major leaguer.
And did I mention the food. Hot dogs. Shushies. Pop corn!
Wow, it makes me miss going. Now I need to find some kids who still play and go watch them. Any volunteers?
Many times I tried to get out of watching the hour or so of little league. Only once did I succeed and with the exception of a few games, I think I saw every game he played. Of course, he doesn't play now. For a little while he was playing church softball and I'd watch those games. My little sister was also into softball, which held me over for a while. Until about middle school or maybe high school I really didn't like going to these games, other than for moral support. It was boring to sit on the belchers and watch this sport. My favorite part was the blue shushie I would always get. When I became older, it seemed to change.
Now I have a confession. The game I hated to be dragged to has become important to me. I can't play worth anything. I can barely hit the ball. It's the atmosphere at a little league game which make it so special. Watching your little cousins play this game and hopefully getting a good play. My siblings were awesome when they played (especially Brittany...shhhhh, don't tell Alex) and they could get some great plays. Well, Alex did a lot of dancing in the outfield when he was younger, which cracked everyone up.
I did play one year, as a side note. It's not exciting. I'd much rather play soccer any day than some sport where you stand in the outfield and wonder if the ball might make it your way. I just couldn't get into it.
If you ever go to a ball game, it's like a family reunion plus some. Friends are there. Church family is there. Family family is there. Everyone shows up to cheer on their future major leaguer.
And did I mention the food. Hot dogs. Shushies. Pop corn!
Wow, it makes me miss going. Now I need to find some kids who still play and go watch them. Any volunteers?
Thursday, April 21, 2011
ClicK
You know it's really simple. All I I have to do is obey Him. He's going to take care of me if I'll just be patient. Maybe He's only giving one step at a time. If that's all He's showing then it's the step I should take. He's been around a lot longer than I have. Who am I to second guess Him?
So I'm trying to branch out into this photography business. Honestly it's kinda funny I'm trying to do it. I used to admire people's work and never thought it was for me. Who could enjoy making people pose while you take pictures? Well...that person would be me.
The thing is, I'm really not looking to make a ton of money. Yes, a profit might be nice. That isn't the point. God's given me a gift and a nice camera. I want to use it to glorify His name. I want to bless people. And I also love doing it. It's amazing how much I like doing it. The only thing I could compare it to is riding horses, but it's still a different love than that. It's amazing to look at a picture and think, hey, I did that.
Also, I named my business In His Image. It's a funny story. One day last week I was trying to come up with a name, because I didn't want anything to cliched. I talked to Heather and had one name in mind, but it didn't feel right. When I arrived at work I flipped over the devotional I have on my desk and it was about how God created me and you in His image. It was absolutely amazing. I knew right then what the name would be. Well I questioned some important people but consensus says: In His Image!
Genesis 1:27 So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
2 Corinthians 3:18 And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
So I'm trying to branch out into this photography business. Honestly it's kinda funny I'm trying to do it. I used to admire people's work and never thought it was for me. Who could enjoy making people pose while you take pictures? Well...that person would be me.
The thing is, I'm really not looking to make a ton of money. Yes, a profit might be nice. That isn't the point. God's given me a gift and a nice camera. I want to use it to glorify His name. I want to bless people. And I also love doing it. It's amazing how much I like doing it. The only thing I could compare it to is riding horses, but it's still a different love than that. It's amazing to look at a picture and think, hey, I did that.
Also, I named my business In His Image. It's a funny story. One day last week I was trying to come up with a name, because I didn't want anything to cliched. I talked to Heather and had one name in mind, but it didn't feel right. When I arrived at work I flipped over the devotional I have on my desk and it was about how God created me and you in His image. It was absolutely amazing. I knew right then what the name would be. Well I questioned some important people but consensus says: In His Image!
Genesis 1:27 So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.
2 Corinthians 3:18 And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Just Think
Sometimes I have to stop and think about what I'm doing. I say this because the other day I was standing with a couple friends, talking, when they began doing something I hate. Gossiping. And about one of my friends. So I walked off...and went to the bathroom. While there I was thinking about how annoying when it hit me. I do it too! Maybe not to the same degree as some people, but what does it matter. I shouldn't be talking about anyone...no matter how justified I think it may be.
So God followed me in there and pointed at the mirror.
Now later in the week I get a text from my good friend Amanda. It was about racism in the church. She just happened to notice one of those Dixie shirts and it hit her how a shirt like that could offend someone. I mean, I'm not going to see a Confederate flag and think racism. My friend in high school pointed out the shirt and told me it was racist and represented a horrible time in history. Before then I'd never thought of it like. I just thought they were cute...especially the one with the little chicks. If I were to wear this shirt, cute or not, into our Bible study in the housing authority, it may hinder my testimony. You tell us this Jesus loves us , but you're representing enslavement and separation and horror.
How could this shirt affect your ministry?
And it could be anything?
We're in a diverse world surrounded by tons of different people. In this diverse world, we're are supposed to be a light, a beacon. What if every little action determines where someone spends eternity?
Before I get into this and start beating you up remember we're human. I'm human. You're human. That little boy down the hall is human. I'm going to make mistakes as are you.
We still have to stop and think sometimes. What I do here will affect eternity and I don't want a stupid joke to send someone in the wrong direction.
In "Love is an Orientation" by Andew Marin, ( which I highly recommend) he mentions how using the term homosexual is very offensive to gay people. The term is associated with hell and damnation and judgement and, with how biblethumping and homophobic, Christianity has become they are hurt by the term. In the book he tells of a woman who went to her coworker and apologized for using it and he began crying.
It's something very simple to us. I would never stop and think about it till I read this. It's like that shirt.
Just think about it.
So God followed me in there and pointed at the mirror.
Now later in the week I get a text from my good friend Amanda. It was about racism in the church. She just happened to notice one of those Dixie shirts and it hit her how a shirt like that could offend someone. I mean, I'm not going to see a Confederate flag and think racism. My friend in high school pointed out the shirt and told me it was racist and represented a horrible time in history. Before then I'd never thought of it like. I just thought they were cute...especially the one with the little chicks. If I were to wear this shirt, cute or not, into our Bible study in the housing authority, it may hinder my testimony. You tell us this Jesus loves us , but you're representing enslavement and separation and horror.
How could this shirt affect your ministry?
And it could be anything?
We're in a diverse world surrounded by tons of different people. In this diverse world, we're are supposed to be a light, a beacon. What if every little action determines where someone spends eternity?
Before I get into this and start beating you up remember we're human. I'm human. You're human. That little boy down the hall is human. I'm going to make mistakes as are you.
We still have to stop and think sometimes. What I do here will affect eternity and I don't want a stupid joke to send someone in the wrong direction.
In "Love is an Orientation" by Andew Marin, ( which I highly recommend) he mentions how using the term homosexual is very offensive to gay people. The term is associated with hell and damnation and judgement and, with how biblethumping and homophobic, Christianity has become they are hurt by the term. In the book he tells of a woman who went to her coworker and apologized for using it and he began crying.
It's something very simple to us. I would never stop and think about it till I read this. It's like that shirt.
Just think about it.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
My Name is Megan and I am a ____________
In the past year, since I began working at this job God has been dealing with me on so many issues. Like I like to call a few people jokingly, I am a problem child. Really I am. If you get right down to it, since Genesis 3 we've all become problem kids with these wicked little thoughts and selfish ambitions. I didn't start this blog to talk about how awful I am...actually I won't tell you most of my problems, but I'm going to start with one because I need to get it off my chest.
My name is Megan and I am a perfectionist.
There, I finally admitted it. And you know the first step toward fixing a problem is always this one.
It's always been there and maybe I'm not as bad as some people. I mean, in high school I had someone explain the difference between a good and bad "A." Still don't understand that one, but I know I'm not that bad.
My perfection boils down to a deep desire to control everything through busting my butt. Not as hard as some people, I've busted my butt through my life. High school there were late night spent studying and reading and whatever. High school really wasn't that bad. There was one week, the only moments I wasn't studying was when I was sleeping.
OK, that doesn't count because I had American History haunting my dreams. (Sidenote: I made a 4 on my AP US History test. For those who don't note AP, this is good.)
College I didn't work quite as hard. I did stress a lot and when it came to my major I busted it. But I didn't work as hard. I also worked a part time job. I didn't join the college paper because of marching band and making money.
I was able to buy my truck, thanks to God, when I got out with cash.
Perfectionism: I'm pretty sure I didn't work hard enough in college. Dude, I could've had straight A's and a 4.0 in college if I'd work harder than I did.
What about putting resumes out and working for that paper? Definitely not working hard enough.
Maybe if I tried a little bit harder I could do better.
It's getting bad though. I keep messing up and when it's pointed out I'm frustrated. God pointed this out today on my ride home from church this morning. The whole weekend has been bad on that note. It's been a great weekend, but it's been those moments when someone corrects me.
So, yes I have a problem and I'm praying to work through it. It's childish at times, even.
Please pray for me. Mainly cause I'm really going to try to change, but it's hard to quit when you're trying to be perfect.
Only Jesus is perfect. He's who I need to put all my faith in. He's going to put me in the right job. He's going to lead me to the right man.
Everything I'm doing now should be glorifying God, not myself. I can not do this on my own; my perfection says otherwise. He has me where I am for a reason and I'm tired of fighting it. How many people at my job are impacted by me if I'm trying to be perfect?
My name is Megan and I am a perfectionist.
There, I finally admitted it. And you know the first step toward fixing a problem is always this one.
It's always been there and maybe I'm not as bad as some people. I mean, in high school I had someone explain the difference between a good and bad "A." Still don't understand that one, but I know I'm not that bad.
My perfection boils down to a deep desire to control everything through busting my butt. Not as hard as some people, I've busted my butt through my life. High school there were late night spent studying and reading and whatever. High school really wasn't that bad. There was one week, the only moments I wasn't studying was when I was sleeping.
OK, that doesn't count because I had American History haunting my dreams. (Sidenote: I made a 4 on my AP US History test. For those who don't note AP, this is good.)
College I didn't work quite as hard. I did stress a lot and when it came to my major I busted it. But I didn't work as hard. I also worked a part time job. I didn't join the college paper because of marching band and making money.
I was able to buy my truck, thanks to God, when I got out with cash.
Perfectionism: I'm pretty sure I didn't work hard enough in college. Dude, I could've had straight A's and a 4.0 in college if I'd work harder than I did.
What about putting resumes out and working for that paper? Definitely not working hard enough.
Maybe if I tried a little bit harder I could do better.
It's getting bad though. I keep messing up and when it's pointed out I'm frustrated. God pointed this out today on my ride home from church this morning. The whole weekend has been bad on that note. It's been a great weekend, but it's been those moments when someone corrects me.
So, yes I have a problem and I'm praying to work through it. It's childish at times, even.
Please pray for me. Mainly cause I'm really going to try to change, but it's hard to quit when you're trying to be perfect.
Only Jesus is perfect. He's who I need to put all my faith in. He's going to put me in the right job. He's going to lead me to the right man.
Everything I'm doing now should be glorifying God, not myself. I can not do this on my own; my perfection says otherwise. He has me where I am for a reason and I'm tired of fighting it. How many people at my job are impacted by me if I'm trying to be perfect?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tase Me, Bro
May 4. The date which will live in infamy. Our youth pastor, Daniel, and his two trusty sidekicks (why he gets two, I don't understand) have agreed to be tased if 175 students show up our church. It has me thinking what would I do to see one kid get saved. I mean, look up pictures of people getting tased. It ain't pretty. Go grab an electric fence for crying out loud. (Did that accidentally this morning) How many youth groups tase their ministers?
Now back to the question: what would you do to see someone saved? To see someone come to a relationship with Jesus.
Now there are being people, family and friends, who I want and pray to see come to this. But how far will I go to see it come to pass. If you haven't noticed I'm just trying to tell someone about Jesus. But would I allow myself to get tased? Heck yea!
Actually getting tased may not be the worse thing to experience. Now...would I move to Africa? Dance like a fool? Learn Japanese?
This is a big deal. We're talking about a distinct line between your family going to heaven or hell. How far will you go to make sure they come to love Jesus and except Him as Lord of their life?
The pain of being tased can't last more than a few seconds...unless...we'll leave that out. An eternity in hell last, well, an eternity.
I don't want my friends, family....anybody....suffering through that.
So go ahead and tase me (or Daniel) if it means someone lives.
Now back to the question: what would you do to see someone saved? To see someone come to a relationship with Jesus.
Now there are being people, family and friends, who I want and pray to see come to this. But how far will I go to see it come to pass. If you haven't noticed I'm just trying to tell someone about Jesus. But would I allow myself to get tased? Heck yea!
Actually getting tased may not be the worse thing to experience. Now...would I move to Africa? Dance like a fool? Learn Japanese?
This is a big deal. We're talking about a distinct line between your family going to heaven or hell. How far will you go to make sure they come to love Jesus and except Him as Lord of their life?
The pain of being tased can't last more than a few seconds...unless...we'll leave that out. An eternity in hell last, well, an eternity.
I don't want my friends, family....anybody....suffering through that.
So go ahead and tase me (or Daniel) if it means someone lives.
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