Friday, February 26, 2010

my purpose

i often ask myself the question, "why do i get up in the morning?" in answering this question, i am reminded daily that my purpose in to get up, set my heart, mind, and soul before the Lord, ans walk through the day trusting in His grace and yielding to His plan for my life. this is easy to write but not easy to do.

i don't like life when i'm hurt, when people won't do what i think they should do, when people i love make wrong decisions, when i'm denied what i think is best. as i look at that last sentence, it is full of "i's". that is the key to understanding my purpose-it is not my purpose or my life-it is God's purpose and God's life.

i don't want to just "make it" through life trying to grab or manipulate a little peace and happiness as i can. i want the very best that God has to offer while i am here, and i want to offer Him my very best, no matter what my circumstances might be.

i want to stay focused on the things that are eternal; Go, Himself, His Word, and people. i want my abiding to grow deeper and deeper so that as others observe my life, they will give glory to God. i want to have the compassion and boldness of Christ in relating to others. this is the precious fruit of His Spirit, and it is given only as i abide.

i get up in the morning to be conformed to the image of Christ. what will i give in order for God to accomplish His purpose in me? all that i have and all that i am.

"There is nothing quite as exhilarating as getting out of bed in the morning, going back into the world, and knowing why. Enthusiasm is derived from the certainty that for this I was born, and I am doing it! It is thrilling knowledge that I am fulfilling God's intended purpose for me."
Bill Hull

Saturday, February 20, 2010

can you imagine.

i found these pictures online and wanted to share...

this is a woman getting ready to go into a public bathroom in downtown houston...

now that you have seen the outside view, have a peek inside! it is made entirely out of oneway glass-no one can see in but you can see everything going on around you. could you? would you? i think not!

imagine you are at a party on the 10th floor of a high rise...
and then you have to use the bathroom...
and you step into this bathroom...with the floor painted like this! can you imagine?!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

i heart coffee.

mmmmmmm....i do love me a good cup of coffee. of course, not just plain, black coffee but fixed up with some kind of flavored creamer. there is something about sitting down and sipping on that warm, tasty treat. more than anything i think i enjoy it because my hubby does. it doesn't matter the time of day, if chris gets an itch to make coffee, he will, and he always fixes mine just right. thanks babe, i love that about you!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Organic Church: Growing Faith Where Life Happens | CMA Resources

This is a book I am adding to my list. Anyone read it yet?

Organic Church: Growing Faith Where Life Happens | CMA Resources

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what i would tell them

(If I knew what to say.)
You are a miracle.
And I have to love you this fiercely: So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.
You’ll forget all this when you grow up.
But it’s okay.
Being a mother means having your heart broken.
And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.
And it’s the best there is.
And also, sometimes, the worst.
Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.
Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.
But you must remember this: What you’re doing matters.
And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.
And nurturing the good in this world is nothing short of a privilege.
That’s why I have to love you this way.
So I can give what I have to you.
So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.
I have watched you sleep.
I’ve kissed you a million times.
And I know something that you don’t, yet:
You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.
And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.