It’s all about relationships…
Have you ever thought about this: A person can say they are ah-mazing, they can gloat and show off, they can tell you all the great things they are about and all the wonderful things they do… And you can believe them.
But.
If someone who knows them well, or even someone who doesn’t know them well tells you something about that person, it sticks with you.
Testimonies about a person have impact. They have even more impact when they aren’t solicited and when they are coming from someone who has nothing to gain in the situation.
The whole reason I was thinking about this was because for Bible study this week I went through John chapter 5. The second part of chapter 5 is Jesus saying-I know that I can testify about myself BUT things will be much more clear if you hear it from someone else, it just makes it more real.
Isn’t that so flipping true about any person in almost any situation???
Now, here is where I get the whole relationships notion. God is so frickin smart-- it’s all about relationships! We are designed by God to be in relationship and to be impacted by one another. Relationships are a blessing and they are the only thing that matters. God obviously knew this and along with that He knew that those relationships were what was going to spread Jesus and His love.
It makes you think…what would I say/write about myself and my life. Is that near as impactful as what other people would say/write about me? … And does it really even mater as long as I’m using my relationships to have the right kind of impact?
I love people, I love being in great relationships with people. I hope that my relationships, new and old, can testify to who I am as a person and mostly that I point to who Jesus is.
Father God, I’m thankful for the people you have blessed me to be in relationship with. Thank you for their insights, for their challenges, for their encouragement and for their love. Lord, I pray that we can be a testimony to the world about how each of us has impacted each other in a major way. I pray that even more-so that the impact we’ve had has been because of the love that you first showed to us. Amen.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
What is waiting...
Rivers are a funny thing. Strong and steady, they seem almost unchanging. But as Pocahontas puts it, ‘you can’t step in the same river twice, it’s always changing always flowing’.
Can you tell I watched Pocahontas today?? :)
The message I picked up on was a message of excitement. We never know what is waiting-just around the river bend.
The question is, will we take ahold of this excitement and actually go around the river bend?
Hey, why not?
This seems like a fun and exciting life to lead, but there is more to it. You see to be safe, we loose the chance of ever knowing what exciting is coming around the river bend…but we are safe.
Safety v. Adventure? What a conundrum…
This epic question was the pivot of Pocahontas' life and I have to say that I’m not sure it’s as pivotal in mine, but still a question that I wrestle with.
There are things in my life that are comfortable, and I like them. I feel safe. I feel comfortable being independent and safe when I’m with my family. I feel comfortable when I’m teaching and coaching and I’m safe around my friends.
However, I’m not the type of person to stay safe within those things for long. Uncomfortableness and uneasiness and a lack of safety are necessary for finding out what is coming next around the river bend. This seems like it could be equated to some huge life changing career move or picking up all my things and going across country, however. I’m thinking on a little smaller scale. I’m safe and steady where I am, but I’m excited and looking for adventure here. I’m looking for a bend in the river in this place. Those bends could be all kinds of adventures. Things like pushing myself to be a better teacher and coach, investing in new relationships, meeting exciting people, even something as small as trying a new work out :).
I love tradition and routine and things that are comfortable, but just around the river bend there are things that make me uncomfortable--and it’s so good for me! It’s exciting and challenging and a great new adventure.
Can you tell I watched Pocahontas today?? :)
The message I picked up on was a message of excitement. We never know what is waiting-just around the river bend.
The question is, will we take ahold of this excitement and actually go around the river bend?
Hey, why not?
This seems like a fun and exciting life to lead, but there is more to it. You see to be safe, we loose the chance of ever knowing what exciting is coming around the river bend…but we are safe.
Safety v. Adventure? What a conundrum…
This epic question was the pivot of Pocahontas' life and I have to say that I’m not sure it’s as pivotal in mine, but still a question that I wrestle with.
There are things in my life that are comfortable, and I like them. I feel safe. I feel comfortable being independent and safe when I’m with my family. I feel comfortable when I’m teaching and coaching and I’m safe around my friends.
However, I’m not the type of person to stay safe within those things for long. Uncomfortableness and uneasiness and a lack of safety are necessary for finding out what is coming next around the river bend. This seems like it could be equated to some huge life changing career move or picking up all my things and going across country, however. I’m thinking on a little smaller scale. I’m safe and steady where I am, but I’m excited and looking for adventure here. I’m looking for a bend in the river in this place. Those bends could be all kinds of adventures. Things like pushing myself to be a better teacher and coach, investing in new relationships, meeting exciting people, even something as small as trying a new work out :).
I love tradition and routine and things that are comfortable, but just around the river bend there are things that make me uncomfortable--and it’s so good for me! It’s exciting and challenging and a great new adventure.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Refreshingly Exhausting
The title of this post says it all.
Those two words are the best description of my weekend I can find. So good. Sooo tired.
After a long week at school I rushed to meet up with the basketball team and make the trek to Marshall. MN for a scrimmage. It was a good experience and our team is getting better. We as coaches are finding things we can improve on overall, competing is really good for us. After that late night we had a fun Saturday ahead.
The anual alumni game!!! :) So much fun for alumni, not as much fun for current players. The alumni game is tough, it’s the fun friendly competition that we as alumni get to enjoy... and maybe smack talk a little… but it’s serious and used as an opportunity to get better for the current players. I remember as a player how hard it was to take the game serious all the time, especially when your playing against some of your best friends and they are goofing around.
Lucky for me--I’m old. So I got to goof around, which is way more my style :).
Anyway, that wore me out! Not to mention the JV had a scrimmage that I coached and coaching is just as mentally exhausting as playing is physically exhausting.
Then comes the refreshing part. The nature of the alumni game is so that alumni come back!!! And it just so happens that all the girls that I graduated with (just 2) and all the girls who were juniors when I graduated came back to play! :) We were "reunited and it felt so goooood…”.
Naturally, after the game I invited al the girls over for pumpkin carving and to hang out for a while. Us old fogies were ready to turn in by 10:30, but we pushed through. And it was oh so worth it!
As tired and sore and just plain exhausted as I felt this morning, I had a sense of renewal. It’s amazing what good conversation and day filled with laughter can do for a person. Remembering stories and catching up and even sharing little pieces of our souls was accompanied by even more laughter and some delicious fall treats. It’s been around 2 and a half years since all us were in the same place and able to share life, we’ve all grown up in different ways, which is really fun to see. It’s funny how even though we’ve all changed, we can still come together like no time has pasted. Sharing that time may be rare, but it’s perfect.
Those two words are the best description of my weekend I can find. So good. Sooo tired.
After a long week at school I rushed to meet up with the basketball team and make the trek to Marshall. MN for a scrimmage. It was a good experience and our team is getting better. We as coaches are finding things we can improve on overall, competing is really good for us. After that late night we had a fun Saturday ahead.
The anual alumni game!!! :) So much fun for alumni, not as much fun for current players. The alumni game is tough, it’s the fun friendly competition that we as alumni get to enjoy... and maybe smack talk a little… but it’s serious and used as an opportunity to get better for the current players. I remember as a player how hard it was to take the game serious all the time, especially when your playing against some of your best friends and they are goofing around.
Lucky for me--I’m old. So I got to goof around, which is way more my style :).
Anyway, that wore me out! Not to mention the JV had a scrimmage that I coached and coaching is just as mentally exhausting as playing is physically exhausting.
Then comes the refreshing part. The nature of the alumni game is so that alumni come back!!! And it just so happens that all the girls that I graduated with (just 2) and all the girls who were juniors when I graduated came back to play! :) We were "reunited and it felt so goooood…”.
Naturally, after the game I invited al the girls over for pumpkin carving and to hang out for a while. Us old fogies were ready to turn in by 10:30, but we pushed through. And it was oh so worth it!
As tired and sore and just plain exhausted as I felt this morning, I had a sense of renewal. It’s amazing what good conversation and day filled with laughter can do for a person. Remembering stories and catching up and even sharing little pieces of our souls was accompanied by even more laughter and some delicious fall treats. It’s been around 2 and a half years since all us were in the same place and able to share life, we’ve all grown up in different ways, which is really fun to see. It’s funny how even though we’ve all changed, we can still come together like no time has pasted. Sharing that time may be rare, but it’s perfect.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
FREAK OUT!!!!
My baby sister is engaged!!!
This actually happened a couple weeks ago, but this weekend was the first time I got to see her and my future brother in law since the big news broke.
We’ve been talking a wedding for the two of them for a little while now, so it wasn’t exactly a shock. Which I think is good, I mean, I think I would want some sort of heads up before I get asked a question like that. :) But, since we had been talking wedding for a while, I feel like on some level Maggie missed out on the fresh excitement and gravity of this amazing event.
You only get engaged once(hopefully) and it should be something special and celebratory.
Shortly after the news, I received a letter in the mail. Maggie asked my to be her MOH, of course after she accepted my list of demands I said yes! :) (I really did have a list of demands--all in good fun).
All of this brings me to why I’m writing. This weekend when I got to see them for the first time, I gave them hugs and said congratulations and welcome to the family, I looked at the ring and we talked weddings all weekend. But I didn’t do the MOH freak out. I didn’t jump up and down with her and scream when I saw the ring. I didn’t tackle her the moment I saw her, like I always thought I would.
I didn’t realized I had failed my MOH duties of the initial freak out until hours later. What was I thinking? The truth is I’m so, so happy for them. They are perfect for each other and I’m so excited to celebrate with them. Steve and Mag have so many great things in their future and I can’t even tell you how excited I am to see that all play out. I’m excited to get the phone call that she got her dream job and he graduated. I’m excited to meet my future nieces and nephews. I’m excited to watch their marriage grow. I couldn’t be happier for them. How could I not want everything wonderful in the world for my baby sister? I do. She knows that.
So consider this my MOH freak out!!!!!!! yay!!!! yipeeee!!!! bam sucker!!!!whoop!!!!whoop!!!! Dang, Look at THAT RING!!!! :)
I’m also considering this the last of my apologies (I have already apologized face to face and over the phone) and the first of letting everyone know how truly excited I am to be a witness to what will be an enduring relationship. I couldn’t be happier to see my mom’s wedding ring on the finger of my best friend and baby sister.
This actually happened a couple weeks ago, but this weekend was the first time I got to see her and my future brother in law since the big news broke.
We’ve been talking a wedding for the two of them for a little while now, so it wasn’t exactly a shock. Which I think is good, I mean, I think I would want some sort of heads up before I get asked a question like that. :) But, since we had been talking wedding for a while, I feel like on some level Maggie missed out on the fresh excitement and gravity of this amazing event.
You only get engaged once(hopefully) and it should be something special and celebratory.
Shortly after the news, I received a letter in the mail. Maggie asked my to be her MOH, of course after she accepted my list of demands I said yes! :) (I really did have a list of demands--all in good fun).
All of this brings me to why I’m writing. This weekend when I got to see them for the first time, I gave them hugs and said congratulations and welcome to the family, I looked at the ring and we talked weddings all weekend. But I didn’t do the MOH freak out. I didn’t jump up and down with her and scream when I saw the ring. I didn’t tackle her the moment I saw her, like I always thought I would.
I didn’t realized I had failed my MOH duties of the initial freak out until hours later. What was I thinking? The truth is I’m so, so happy for them. They are perfect for each other and I’m so excited to celebrate with them. Steve and Mag have so many great things in their future and I can’t even tell you how excited I am to see that all play out. I’m excited to get the phone call that she got her dream job and he graduated. I’m excited to meet my future nieces and nephews. I’m excited to watch their marriage grow. I couldn’t be happier for them. How could I not want everything wonderful in the world for my baby sister? I do. She knows that.
So consider this my MOH freak out!!!!!!! yay!!!! yipeeee!!!! bam sucker!!!!whoop!!!!whoop!!!! Dang, Look at THAT RING!!!! :)
I’m also considering this the last of my apologies (I have already apologized face to face and over the phone) and the first of letting everyone know how truly excited I am to be a witness to what will be an enduring relationship. I couldn’t be happier to see my mom’s wedding ring on the finger of my best friend and baby sister.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
The Stars
There are days when I sadly forget the amazing glory revealed to us through the night. Stars. Beautiful reminders of a God so big and creation so beautiful.
This song popped into my head very randomly today. I love this song and I can’t help but love the lyrics: “Tonight the stars speak of your infinite love, and it serves to remind me that what I have means nothing at all.”
I’ve never in my life felt so loved and so small, than when I look up at the sky and see the stars. Stars that were hung for me. What a gift to know that the Glory of the Lord is around us and we are enveloped by a God so big. I’m grateful for the stars in the night sky and the many stars in my life.
This song popped into my head very randomly today. I love this song and I can’t help but love the lyrics: “Tonight the stars speak of your infinite love, and it serves to remind me that what I have means nothing at all.”
I’ve never in my life felt so loved and so small, than when I look up at the sky and see the stars. Stars that were hung for me. What a gift to know that the Glory of the Lord is around us and we are enveloped by a God so big. I’m grateful for the stars in the night sky and the many stars in my life.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
It’s Been Awhile
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.
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.
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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