So it has been a while since I’ve blogged. Sorry!
I’m usually better, but lately I’ve been busy-not uninspired.
Lately I’ve been busy with school, and we have started basketball, and I’ve been a little sick, not to mention going home for the homecoming weekend, and hanging out with my darling niece and nephew, and rekindling friendships from high school at my 5 year class reunion. Oh and not to mention…MY BABY SISTER GOT ENGAGED!! It was kinda a special thing because the wedding set that her and her fiance picked out was built from my parents wedding set. It’s sentimental :).
All this aside I wanted to reflect on something that happened this weekend. Friday night the Chariton High School Class of 2006 had a little pre reunion get together. In the midst of reminiscing about stupid decisions and spontaneous adventures something out of the blue happened. One of the guys I graduated with sat down next to me and started talking to me about all kinds of things. It started with what he was up to and how his family had changed but then it took a turn. He started to talk to me Christianity.
Sitting in that moment I was awed at how God’s timing was working in my life. He put me in that place at that exact time for that exact conversation. God is so big and God is so good. I was humbled and knew I didn’t have anything of worth to say to him, but I could see that he was searching, he was really looking for some reassurance. God trusted me enough to let me be the person in his life at that moment.
After leaving that conversation I felt so excited to see God’s hand, but at the same time I felt like I was not prepared for that situation. I am convinced that moments like that are the reasons I need to challenge my self to be a student of the faith I claim.
In that moment it was obvious to me. I wish a couple days prior to that conversation I had had that epiphany, but I didn’t. There is no time like the present to make priorities really a priority.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Beloved
Today I went for a little jog, which felt good because it was perfect running weather. On my run I quickly realize that I grabbed my roommates ipod by mistake instead of mine. This isn’t that big of a shocker considering we have identical ipods and lay them both on the same spot on the counter- you’d think we would have a system for this :)
When I was close to being done with my run, a song came on that I don’t think I’ve heard before. It started out with a classical feel and then the lyrics began. It went something like this, “…sometimes at night I lay under the moon and thank God I’m breathing…” This one line was all I needed to realize something.
I am beloved.
One of girls (shout out Sam!!!) on the basketball team I help coach shared with me last weekend that she was really discovering what it means to be beloved. She gave really great insight and I think I realized that was part of me putting together a bunch of pieces to a big puzzle that spells BELOVED.
So, what does that mean. In the simplest terms it is that I can lay under the moon and thank God I’m breathing. Nothing in me deserves that, nothing.
It means that I am forgiven and that I am a child who is loved immeasurably even when I don’t deserve it.
I think I’ve been showed what it means to be beloved in times of blessing, especially a lot lately. I’ve had so many things in my life ‘fall’ into place and be exactly what I needed. So much good has been entrusted to me. I’m blessed and grateful for that.
I think, however, that the hardest thing that I’ve come to realize is that I’m beloved even when I’m not in the midst of those blessings. I’m loved and cherished and held close even when I’m hurt, even when I’m tired, even when I don’t get that job I wanted, even when I loose someone I love, even when I am humbled, even when my heart is breaking.
I’m beloved.
I’ve found that beloved is not conditional and it is not earned. I’ve found beloved is best treated as a gift. When I’ve received that gift, I know where I stand even when I fall short.
Beloved,
I have permanent residence with you. I am with you and encircle you all day long. I am at home when we are together.
I love you,
Your Father
When I was close to being done with my run, a song came on that I don’t think I’ve heard before. It started out with a classical feel and then the lyrics began. It went something like this, “…sometimes at night I lay under the moon and thank God I’m breathing…” This one line was all I needed to realize something.
I am beloved.
One of girls (shout out Sam!!!) on the basketball team I help coach shared with me last weekend that she was really discovering what it means to be beloved. She gave really great insight and I think I realized that was part of me putting together a bunch of pieces to a big puzzle that spells BELOVED.
So, what does that mean. In the simplest terms it is that I can lay under the moon and thank God I’m breathing. Nothing in me deserves that, nothing.
It means that I am forgiven and that I am a child who is loved immeasurably even when I don’t deserve it.
I think I’ve been showed what it means to be beloved in times of blessing, especially a lot lately. I’ve had so many things in my life ‘fall’ into place and be exactly what I needed. So much good has been entrusted to me. I’m blessed and grateful for that.
I think, however, that the hardest thing that I’ve come to realize is that I’m beloved even when I’m not in the midst of those blessings. I’m loved and cherished and held close even when I’m hurt, even when I’m tired, even when I don’t get that job I wanted, even when I loose someone I love, even when I am humbled, even when my heart is breaking.
I’m beloved.
I’ve found that beloved is not conditional and it is not earned. I’ve found beloved is best treated as a gift. When I’ve received that gift, I know where I stand even when I fall short.
Beloved,
I have permanent residence with you. I am with you and encircle you all day long. I am at home when we are together.
I love you,
Your Father
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