So, how's everybody tonight? I am doing okay. This post isn't so much a deep thought-provoking post as you are all used to (haha) but more of a little blip between blogs. I will have a new one up by Tuesday afternoon that is going to be long and full of bible verses. I'm starting to plan out my blogs before I post them. I also wanted to say that I really hate when people assume things. Don't assume that Christians are judgemental and legalistic. The greatest responsibility of a Christian is to love, no matter what race or religion or how many fingers they have. And just a side note, I apologize if I offended anyone with the sex post. That was not the intention. I am very passionate about what I believe and I retain the right to write about it. However, I am not telling anyone how to live their life. I am just saying what I truly believe. I also truly believe that you can never do anything without offending someone to the point that I think someone will probably be offended by the sloth post. And sloths are just adorable. Back to love. 1Cor 13:13 " And now of these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love". Esphesians 4:32 "Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you". Somewhere in John it says clearly that "God is love". And finally, John 15:17 "This is my command: Love each other". Spoken by Jesus himself.
Christians are often given a bad rep because oftentimes, people who call themselves Christians are just into the religion and legalistics. The whole obey the law thing. But Jesus says that the fulfillment of the law is loving each other. As a faithful young woman, I do not judge others (well, I do the best I can. I am human, but I try my best). It is not up to me to decide what is best for anyone. It is up to God. All I can do is love and support those around me, and try to spread the word of God. Other than that, I can do no more. To anyone who has ever been judged or hurt by a Christian, I am sorry. I am sorry if you have ever been judged or made to believe that God and His followers are anything less than loving and accepting. I admit, Christians fail constantly. We get judgemental and critical and very gung ho about our ideas, sometimes forgetting that others may have things to say. I try my best to listen and accept and understand. It can be hard when you believe in something so fiercely. But God has given me a job, and that job is to love every soul He has created without question. That is what a true Christian does. We love and accept and pray to God every day to forgive us our failures. I love you all. Goodnight and God bless
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Tubby Little Cubby All Stuffed with Fluffies
Winnie the Pooh, silly willy nilly old Bear! My cousin Brayden was OBSESSED with this Winnie the Pooh tape when he was little. We watched it all the time. And today I was thinking, we can learn a lot from Winnie the Pooh. Such as, don't overindulge. Remember when he ate too much honey and couldn't get out of Rabbit's house? Or that one time Tigger got stuck up a tree and they had to tip the book sideways so that he could get down? Never brag about something you can't do! Do your exercises, Pooh sang a song about that once! Keeps you healthy, and in the mood for food. Or how they stopped going to Rabbit's for a while because he was so fusty (yes that's a word, look it up!). Never let anything come between you and your friends.
On that note, when I think of Winnie the Pooh, the first thing I think of is him and Piglet walking and holding hands. Pooh is all big and bumbling and Piglet is little and clumsy, but they are the best of friends and I love that they just go on with life holding hands and knowing they will never be alone. Pooh would never leave Piglet, not when they are being chased by heffalumps, or when they are stuck in the rain, or when they are being chased by bees. I love that. In life, we have best friends. We have multiple people that have a variety of traits, that all together form some kind of a best friend. Take my best friend for example. She is the butter to my toast and she would never leave me, just like I would never leave her. She has definitely had opportunities and reasons to leave but she never has. When you love someone the way God intends you to love someone, you never separate.
I forget where I saw this picture, in fact I may just have a really vivid imagination BUT. I remember this picture of Jesus walking with a child, holding hands just like Pooh and Piglet. And I realize that God is our best friend. He holds our hands when things are bad and would totally have a sleepover at which you stay up until two am watching twilight or eating sour patch kids. I bet God loves sour patch kids. He has a great sense of humor, and anyone with His kind of funny has to like sour patch kids. Seriously, it's just the law. I wish my Pooh blog was more poignant, but this is all I've got tonight. Love your friends, they are God's way of wrapping His arms around you. Give your bff a hug the next time you see him/her. Tell them how special they are. And you know what? Go make some new friends too. Don't hold grudges or anything in the past against someone, leave behind everything that would make you turn them away. If we turn away friends, we turn away love, and God is Love, so we can't do that. It just isn't right. I'm gonna go eat some honey. Goodnight, God bless, and don't be afraid to hold hands with someone you love.
On that note, when I think of Winnie the Pooh, the first thing I think of is him and Piglet walking and holding hands. Pooh is all big and bumbling and Piglet is little and clumsy, but they are the best of friends and I love that they just go on with life holding hands and knowing they will never be alone. Pooh would never leave Piglet, not when they are being chased by heffalumps, or when they are stuck in the rain, or when they are being chased by bees. I love that. In life, we have best friends. We have multiple people that have a variety of traits, that all together form some kind of a best friend. Take my best friend for example. She is the butter to my toast and she would never leave me, just like I would never leave her. She has definitely had opportunities and reasons to leave but she never has. When you love someone the way God intends you to love someone, you never separate.
I forget where I saw this picture, in fact I may just have a really vivid imagination BUT. I remember this picture of Jesus walking with a child, holding hands just like Pooh and Piglet. And I realize that God is our best friend. He holds our hands when things are bad and would totally have a sleepover at which you stay up until two am watching twilight or eating sour patch kids. I bet God loves sour patch kids. He has a great sense of humor, and anyone with His kind of funny has to like sour patch kids. Seriously, it's just the law. I wish my Pooh blog was more poignant, but this is all I've got tonight. Love your friends, they are God's way of wrapping His arms around you. Give your bff a hug the next time you see him/her. Tell them how special they are. And you know what? Go make some new friends too. Don't hold grudges or anything in the past against someone, leave behind everything that would make you turn them away. If we turn away friends, we turn away love, and God is Love, so we can't do that. It just isn't right. I'm gonna go eat some honey. Goodnight, God bless, and don't be afraid to hold hands with someone you love.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Trust Me
Tonight I was driving home and I heard a lot of stuff on the radio that all seemed to be God talking to me. The song Second Chance came on and it made me think about how next year, I'll be in New England. The chorus:
"Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life, I hope they understand
I'm not angry I'm just saying,
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance"
I have done the best I can in Maryland. I don't want it to seem like I am running from my problems. But I think that sometimes, escaping, going away and getting to someplace where you can focus on God and not the hurt people have caused you, I think that's a good thing. My family doesn't want me far away, but they understand that I have to get out. I've done the best I can here. This is my life, and I have to live it the way God is telling me to. I can't stay and do four years of college and graduate school and the typical American growing up life. That isn't me. That's never been me. I can't do that.
Then I was listening to my 3OH!3 cd and this song comes on called Colorado Sunrise, where the chorus is:
"Trainwreck that I am
And I am what I am, what I am , what I am a trainwreck"
And I realized that we are all trainwrecks. I am a trainwreck that has happened, is happening, and will continue to happen. But God picks up the pieces. He picked up the pieces for my uncle and my mom and my dad. For everyone I know, He is stopping trainwrecks. And then I realized, there is joy in being a trainwreck. When nothing is stable and no one is reliable and you cannot trust a damned thing, God is there, redirecting the tracks and helping the conductor to safety.
Then the song by 3OH!3 called Don't Trust Me came on, and the radio in my car lists what song it is on the dashboard. But the words got stuck on the Trust Me part. And after this weekend and everything that has been going on, it was just a beautiful sign to me from God saying to trust Him.
This weekend was rough. I was informed that no one likes me, that I am fake, that I am a cocktease, that I am unworthy of a relationship. I have nightmares about my ex over and over. I am so angry with a girl because she is dating someone who will only break her heart, and she knows way to much to still think he is worthy. He has told five girls that they are his only love and that he never meant it before. I wish I could change this and keep her from getting hurt. Most of the time I wish I could smack her and say what the hell (yes hell) are you doing??? But then I see my dashboard frozen on trust me. And I realized that it isn't up to me to fix this or to tell her everything again because she already knows. She's made a decision and now it's up to God to take care of the rest.
Tonight, I am hurting a lot. I realize that although I have come a long way out of depression and faithlessness is God, I am still not the person I once was. And on some levels, that's a good thing. I was too trusting before, too quick to make decisions. I feel more grown-up in that respect. However, I feel like I have lost my ability to love the way I did before. Yes, my heart was extremely broken. But I need to know that not everyone will do that. I have made the decision not to date again until I move to Massachusetts because I know I could not show a man the love and respect he deserves. I can't even show my friends how much I love them. My heart is too focused on the pain and hurt and anger from what has happened. God got me out for a reason. He tried to get me out for a while before I actually did. I am out now and I am glad. I want to be who I was before in most respects. I was carefree and I loved being alive. This guy who comes into the place I work reminded me of how I was before this relationship and all of the bad things that have happened since.
He comes in almost every day and gets a certain kind of coffee. Then one day we introduced him to the super-smoothie and every time he gets it, he is so excited when it's ready. He is so patient for it, and then he takes a sip and makes a huge deal, like it's the best thing he has ever tasted, and he is so grateful for it like we are doing him the biggest favor in the world. It is a four dollar smoothie and yet he is so passionate that it just makes his day. I was like that. I was passionate over everything. I wasn't bitter. I would rant, and then get over it. I wasn't the way I am now. I don't want to be bitter. I want to get super excited over my smoothies. I want to have conversations with people and not think once about anything bad like I used to. I want to be able to get up and wash my hands of whatever has happened, and go back to living my life. I want to not worry about who likes me and who doesn't. I want to like me as much as I used to.
Tonight is not a good night. I am sad. I am confused. My heart is really hurting. This blog was going to be a letter to that girl I mentioned earlier. But I don't want to be like that anymore. Tonight is going to be one of those nights where I curl up in a little ball and let God wrap His arms around me. I love you all. Goodnight and God bless.
"Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life, I hope they understand
I'm not angry I'm just saying,
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance"
I have done the best I can in Maryland. I don't want it to seem like I am running from my problems. But I think that sometimes, escaping, going away and getting to someplace where you can focus on God and not the hurt people have caused you, I think that's a good thing. My family doesn't want me far away, but they understand that I have to get out. I've done the best I can here. This is my life, and I have to live it the way God is telling me to. I can't stay and do four years of college and graduate school and the typical American growing up life. That isn't me. That's never been me. I can't do that.
Then I was listening to my 3OH!3 cd and this song comes on called Colorado Sunrise, where the chorus is:
"Trainwreck that I am
And I am what I am, what I am , what I am a trainwreck"
And I realized that we are all trainwrecks. I am a trainwreck that has happened, is happening, and will continue to happen. But God picks up the pieces. He picked up the pieces for my uncle and my mom and my dad. For everyone I know, He is stopping trainwrecks. And then I realized, there is joy in being a trainwreck. When nothing is stable and no one is reliable and you cannot trust a damned thing, God is there, redirecting the tracks and helping the conductor to safety.
Then the song by 3OH!3 called Don't Trust Me came on, and the radio in my car lists what song it is on the dashboard. But the words got stuck on the Trust Me part. And after this weekend and everything that has been going on, it was just a beautiful sign to me from God saying to trust Him.
This weekend was rough. I was informed that no one likes me, that I am fake, that I am a cocktease, that I am unworthy of a relationship. I have nightmares about my ex over and over. I am so angry with a girl because she is dating someone who will only break her heart, and she knows way to much to still think he is worthy. He has told five girls that they are his only love and that he never meant it before. I wish I could change this and keep her from getting hurt. Most of the time I wish I could smack her and say what the hell (yes hell) are you doing??? But then I see my dashboard frozen on trust me. And I realized that it isn't up to me to fix this or to tell her everything again because she already knows. She's made a decision and now it's up to God to take care of the rest.
Tonight, I am hurting a lot. I realize that although I have come a long way out of depression and faithlessness is God, I am still not the person I once was. And on some levels, that's a good thing. I was too trusting before, too quick to make decisions. I feel more grown-up in that respect. However, I feel like I have lost my ability to love the way I did before. Yes, my heart was extremely broken. But I need to know that not everyone will do that. I have made the decision not to date again until I move to Massachusetts because I know I could not show a man the love and respect he deserves. I can't even show my friends how much I love them. My heart is too focused on the pain and hurt and anger from what has happened. God got me out for a reason. He tried to get me out for a while before I actually did. I am out now and I am glad. I want to be who I was before in most respects. I was carefree and I loved being alive. This guy who comes into the place I work reminded me of how I was before this relationship and all of the bad things that have happened since.
He comes in almost every day and gets a certain kind of coffee. Then one day we introduced him to the super-smoothie and every time he gets it, he is so excited when it's ready. He is so patient for it, and then he takes a sip and makes a huge deal, like it's the best thing he has ever tasted, and he is so grateful for it like we are doing him the biggest favor in the world. It is a four dollar smoothie and yet he is so passionate that it just makes his day. I was like that. I was passionate over everything. I wasn't bitter. I would rant, and then get over it. I wasn't the way I am now. I don't want to be bitter. I want to get super excited over my smoothies. I want to have conversations with people and not think once about anything bad like I used to. I want to be able to get up and wash my hands of whatever has happened, and go back to living my life. I want to not worry about who likes me and who doesn't. I want to like me as much as I used to.
Tonight is not a good night. I am sad. I am confused. My heart is really hurting. This blog was going to be a letter to that girl I mentioned earlier. But I don't want to be like that anymore. Tonight is going to be one of those nights where I curl up in a little ball and let God wrap His arms around me. I love you all. Goodnight and God bless.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
So What's with the Flying Monkeys?
Hahaha, so okay. First off go watch the Wizard of Oz. It's a fantastic movie. And then go watch the Hunchback of Notre Dame, because there is a spoof for like ten seconds of the Wizard of Oz that really rocks. Now, for the point of this post.
It occurred to me last night that more people read this than I realized. Slash, one of the swing dance kids complimented me on yesterday's post, which was really just a big rant about sex and how the whole world should keep it in their pants. So I am asking anyone who reads this to please please please PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!! do me a flavor. Please leave a comment of whatever you want that let's me know you read this. It can be anonymous. I just want to get a feel for how many people actually pay attention to this. Also, go eat some cheese. That stuff is fantastic. And check this out later tonight, there will be a new post up and it will be fantastic. Okay. Much love. God bless. And EAT THE CHEESE!!!!! Go Queso :)
It occurred to me last night that more people read this than I realized. Slash, one of the swing dance kids complimented me on yesterday's post, which was really just a big rant about sex and how the whole world should keep it in their pants. So I am asking anyone who reads this to please please please PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!! do me a flavor. Please leave a comment of whatever you want that let's me know you read this. It can be anonymous. I just want to get a feel for how many people actually pay attention to this. Also, go eat some cheese. That stuff is fantastic. And check this out later tonight, there will be a new post up and it will be fantastic. Okay. Much love. God bless. And EAT THE CHEESE!!!!! Go Queso :)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
At Eight Thirty AM Today...
...I am going to clean my room. I do not want to clean my room. But this is getting out of hand. I will take a coffee/bank break at some point, because I have to pay my car insurance. And I need some coffee and I need to know when I work tomorrow. But anyways. I have thirteen minutes until then, so let me share a fun little story with you.
Me and my mom watch Jeopardy as often as we can. Seriously, seven thirty, we are on the counch under an afghan usually me eating something (I always eat, food is so good, next blog?) and we play. We usually suck. But this one night, we are doing pretty fantastic. There are a lot of author/movie star/american president questions. I'm good with those. And then there is this one question, a $2000 questions, asking about the happy faces and sad faces you send on IM's and emails. The answer: what are emoticons? But this poor guy, he mispronounces it and says it like it's emoshicons, like emotions? Lost $2,000 dollars. Now let me just say that when the question was about Jackie Kenndey Onassis's second husband, and the guy answered Mr. Onassis and got it right, no one booed. I think that's a bit weird. He knew what he was talking about with the emoticons. Other guy had no idea about the husband. Oh well. Such is life.
Me and my mom watch Jeopardy as often as we can. Seriously, seven thirty, we are on the counch under an afghan usually me eating something (I always eat, food is so good, next blog?) and we play. We usually suck. But this one night, we are doing pretty fantastic. There are a lot of author/movie star/american president questions. I'm good with those. And then there is this one question, a $2000 questions, asking about the happy faces and sad faces you send on IM's and emails. The answer: what are emoticons? But this poor guy, he mispronounces it and says it like it's emoshicons, like emotions? Lost $2,000 dollars. Now let me just say that when the question was about Jackie Kenndey Onassis's second husband, and the guy answered Mr. Onassis and got it right, no one booed. I think that's a bit weird. He knew what he was talking about with the emoticons. Other guy had no idea about the husband. Oh well. Such is life.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Something with Pictures, Perhaps?
So first off, I just want to give a shout out to everyone who reads this. I went through this morning and was reading my comments and I have like four. I was pretty excited. So thanks to all of you, it means a lot to me! I don't just post this stuff because it makes me feel good. Okay, well it does, but I kind of feel like maybe there is someone else out there who is just like me and needs to read all of this and be like oh my gosh, I'm not the only one!! ANYWAYS. Also, givne the nature of today's post, I thought it would be nice to put up a pic of my bff, who will very soon get her own blog.
So today I am talking about friends. That's right. Friends. We all have them. We all love them. We all hate them. But in the end, everyone has friends. Now I know this is a Christian blog, and I'm not going to curse I promise. But who here has heard the term chicks before dicks? Raise your hands. See that's what I thought. EVERYONE knows that friends come before boys because boys are stupid and you can smell some of them from New Jersey :). Yes I used an emoticon, which reminds me of a rant that I will go on tomorrow. But anyways, why is it that certain guys will just make you forget that you have friends who love you? Or worse, why date guys that are horrible to your friends? I mean if that's how they treat your girlfriends, how much better do you think they will treat you, I mean honestly? I love John 15:13 "Greater love has no one than this; that he lay down his life for his friends". The whole passage is about love and how once you give in to the call of love, you are no longer God's servants but His friends. How cool is it to be a friend of God's? At least, that's what I pulled away from it. If you saw something different, let me know, I'd love to hear feedback from those wiser than myself. But anyways, it also says in Proverbs that a man should not play around with other women but wait for his wife, for a wife who is of God is greater than rubies, or some kind of precious stone. So let's put those two together. You wait for a man of God who doesn't pressure into physical activities before marriage, and you are Godly by remaining loyal to your friends. So when you are dating, or fooling around with, someone who is only about sex and is telling you who to be friends with and putting strain on these relationships from God, what happens to your faith?
So today I am talking about friends. That's right. Friends. We all have them. We all love them. We all hate them. But in the end, everyone has friends. Now I know this is a Christian blog, and I'm not going to curse I promise. But who here has heard the term chicks before dicks? Raise your hands. See that's what I thought. EVERYONE knows that friends come before boys because boys are stupid and you can smell some of them from New Jersey :). Yes I used an emoticon, which reminds me of a rant that I will go on tomorrow. But anyways, why is it that certain guys will just make you forget that you have friends who love you? Or worse, why date guys that are horrible to your friends? I mean if that's how they treat your girlfriends, how much better do you think they will treat you, I mean honestly? I love John 15:13 "Greater love has no one than this; that he lay down his life for his friends". The whole passage is about love and how once you give in to the call of love, you are no longer God's servants but His friends. How cool is it to be a friend of God's? At least, that's what I pulled away from it. If you saw something different, let me know, I'd love to hear feedback from those wiser than myself. But anyways, it also says in Proverbs that a man should not play around with other women but wait for his wife, for a wife who is of God is greater than rubies, or some kind of precious stone. So let's put those two together. You wait for a man of God who doesn't pressure into physical activities before marriage, and you are Godly by remaining loyal to your friends. So when you are dating, or fooling around with, someone who is only about sex and is telling you who to be friends with and putting strain on these relationships from God, what happens to your faith?
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Thunderstorms
Whenever a lot of Christians see the word storm, they think of the song "Praise You in This Storm". Good song. Way overused when giving people advice. So now we will no longer talk about that song. The end.
OKay just kidding, so thunderstorms. I love them. I used to be terrified but now I just love them. I love listening to the wind and the rain and having my skin jumping away frommy bones when the thunder gets close. I love when lightning cuts the sky and makes everything bright for one brief moment. I feel like God is so powerful and so present and people aren't listening, so He has to make a storm to make us notice Him.
Last night was a bad night for me. I have been back in touch with God for about a week now, but last night things just got out of hand with my life. I learned that someone was lying to me about something, lying to me about being my friend. Or even wanting to be my friend. It hurt a lot. It's like, what have I done, and then you switch to, why lie about it? If you don't want to be friends just say it? Note that this is a high school girl and to any high school girls who read this, if you are offended I am sorry. But the thing with college, at least my college experience, is that people are not fake to your face. They don't have time, it takes too much effort and no one really wants to play high school games anymore. This is why I have a hard time maintaining my friend ships with those who are in high school. I take that back. Not the ones who are in high school, just the ones who makes you realize it constantly. I have friends who are i nhigh school that I forget we are not the same age. I have friends older than me who insist on acting like high schoolers. And it always consists of lying. If you know me in person (and I hope you do!) you know that the one and only thing I cannot tolerate is lying. It hurts worse than anything else, it's the only way to lose someone's trust and it sucks and stresses you out to not be able to trust someone, which is what has happened with this girl pretending to be my friend for this period of time.
In the end, it was a very bad night, because one all of this hurt me and two I was angry at myself for being into high school girls games. And I couldn't get in touch with anyone. I knew it was a bad diea to be alone with my thoughts, so I called everyone I could. However, no one was there. And then the wind picked up. And things started blowing around. It started to drizzle. I called a friend (the eigth or so person I tried reaching)and poured everything out and as I did this the rain began to pour, lightning and thunder started. It got louder and more powerful with every minute we were on the phone. Eventually I got off the phone and took some time with God and when I did, the storm died down. God was calling my attention. He was calling me saying I love you, don't worry about what other people think. That's what my friend was saying too, but, it didn't hit me until the storm.
As much as we hate to hear it, we are fickle, unpredictable, unworthy people. We say forever to our friends and our loved ones, but we give in to human desires and hurt one another. What we call love isn't even comparable to what God shows us. And He sent down a storm to remind me of that. God can always be trusted. He is the only thing that can always be trusted. We can trust each other with a feeble, hopeful trust. We know that others will betray us but we stay with them anyways because God has told us to love and forgive. But God ultimately tells us to stay with Him because His love does not fade and He will always be trustworthy. The storms of your life will pass and go, they don't last. But God always lasts. And when I see a thunderstorm, goosebumps pop up on my arms, because I know God is looking at me and thinking I LOVE YOU CHALLYN. Please don't be afraid. I've got it taken care of. It's like He is saying it just to me.
I don't usually post questions or ask for comments, but this time I am. How does God send that message to you?
OKay just kidding, so thunderstorms. I love them. I used to be terrified but now I just love them. I love listening to the wind and the rain and having my skin jumping away frommy bones when the thunder gets close. I love when lightning cuts the sky and makes everything bright for one brief moment. I feel like God is so powerful and so present and people aren't listening, so He has to make a storm to make us notice Him.
Last night was a bad night for me. I have been back in touch with God for about a week now, but last night things just got out of hand with my life. I learned that someone was lying to me about something, lying to me about being my friend. Or even wanting to be my friend. It hurt a lot. It's like, what have I done, and then you switch to, why lie about it? If you don't want to be friends just say it? Note that this is a high school girl and to any high school girls who read this, if you are offended I am sorry. But the thing with college, at least my college experience, is that people are not fake to your face. They don't have time, it takes too much effort and no one really wants to play high school games anymore. This is why I have a hard time maintaining my friend ships with those who are in high school. I take that back. Not the ones who are in high school, just the ones who makes you realize it constantly. I have friends who are i nhigh school that I forget we are not the same age. I have friends older than me who insist on acting like high schoolers. And it always consists of lying. If you know me in person (and I hope you do!) you know that the one and only thing I cannot tolerate is lying. It hurts worse than anything else, it's the only way to lose someone's trust and it sucks and stresses you out to not be able to trust someone, which is what has happened with this girl pretending to be my friend for this period of time.
In the end, it was a very bad night, because one all of this hurt me and two I was angry at myself for being into high school girls games. And I couldn't get in touch with anyone. I knew it was a bad diea to be alone with my thoughts, so I called everyone I could. However, no one was there. And then the wind picked up. And things started blowing around. It started to drizzle. I called a friend (the eigth or so person I tried reaching)and poured everything out and as I did this the rain began to pour, lightning and thunder started. It got louder and more powerful with every minute we were on the phone. Eventually I got off the phone and took some time with God and when I did, the storm died down. God was calling my attention. He was calling me saying I love you, don't worry about what other people think. That's what my friend was saying too, but, it didn't hit me until the storm.
As much as we hate to hear it, we are fickle, unpredictable, unworthy people. We say forever to our friends and our loved ones, but we give in to human desires and hurt one another. What we call love isn't even comparable to what God shows us. And He sent down a storm to remind me of that. God can always be trusted. He is the only thing that can always be trusted. We can trust each other with a feeble, hopeful trust. We know that others will betray us but we stay with them anyways because God has told us to love and forgive. But God ultimately tells us to stay with Him because His love does not fade and He will always be trustworthy. The storms of your life will pass and go, they don't last. But God always lasts. And when I see a thunderstorm, goosebumps pop up on my arms, because I know God is looking at me and thinking I LOVE YOU CHALLYN. Please don't be afraid. I've got it taken care of. It's like He is saying it just to me.
I don't usually post questions or ask for comments, but this time I am. How does God send that message to you?
Monday, June 8, 2009
New Post and POtatoes
So, I know that my posts have gotten progressively, well, gloomier for lack of abetter term. Part of me wants to apologize for that, but a bigger part of me says no need, because let's face it, the five of you that read this knew what was going on anyways, and if you just stumbled upon it without knowing me, then it doesn't matter much to you. I have been in a horrible place for the past few months, and the past two days, I could see light. I could see God's glory and His radiance coming through lives of those I love. He is taking care of me and my loved ones. I am not out of the dark yet, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it's beautiful. Thank you to all of you who have been helping me and praying for me, you have no idea what it means to me. I love you all.
Now, onto the rest of the post (tee hee). I get everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING, from my mother. Except my hair. I was reminded of this when I found myself incredibly allergic to raspberry syrup that goes in coffee, due to the food dye. My mother is also very allergic to red food dye. We have the same face, the same annoyed expression, the same bra cup size. However, the other day I noticed a new similarity.
You see, I am a good cook. But I cannot make instant food to save my life. Spaghettios burnt to the pan, brownies that are more like graham crackers, yellow cake that is kind of tan, etc. I now realize that I got it from her. The other night, she was making instant mashed potatoes. I love mashed potatoes very much, instant or not it's delicious poofy heaven in my mouth. Anyways, she kind of accidentally mixed them with rice. This si not the first time this has happened. Last time it was jiffy pie crust and corn bread. That was more edible than the starchy mess that was suppposed to be spuds. She can cook from scratch like nobody's business. However, it was a relief to see that I cam by my instant cooking skills honestly.
Now, onto the rest of the post (tee hee). I get everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING, from my mother. Except my hair. I was reminded of this when I found myself incredibly allergic to raspberry syrup that goes in coffee, due to the food dye. My mother is also very allergic to red food dye. We have the same face, the same annoyed expression, the same bra cup size. However, the other day I noticed a new similarity.
You see, I am a good cook. But I cannot make instant food to save my life. Spaghettios burnt to the pan, brownies that are more like graham crackers, yellow cake that is kind of tan, etc. I now realize that I got it from her. The other night, she was making instant mashed potatoes. I love mashed potatoes very much, instant or not it's delicious poofy heaven in my mouth. Anyways, she kind of accidentally mixed them with rice. This si not the first time this has happened. Last time it was jiffy pie crust and corn bread. That was more edible than the starchy mess that was suppposed to be spuds. She can cook from scratch like nobody's business. However, it was a relief to see that I cam by my instant cooking skills honestly.
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