I don't really like pickleloaf.

I don't really like pickleloaf...I don't really like blogging. But here I am, blurting out whatever is on my mind.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

"The presence of God is the finest of rewards" (pg.63, Life of Pi)

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Mama warmed the plates too hot!

We were having dinner the other night and my mom was being so clever. It was very cold out, and she thought the perfect way to warm us all up was to put the plates in the oven to warm them up like they sometimes do in restaurants...Only she forgot them there...And so as we ate my brother refused to touch anything, grumbling complaining, and my mom burnt her fingers. Our cold carrots sizzled. It was hilarious.
It is times like these that make me so happy and give me a sense of freedom. Something I love about women is their humanity. I know I'm never going to "make it". Right now, waiting just three months until I'm married, going off to school for something I really want to do and moving to Vancouver and living off my measley savings account, I'm filled with a lot of anxiousness and fear. Will our marriage last? Will I be a good wife? Will I like my school? Will the stress be too much? I know it doesn't take very much for me to fall apart when I'm standing alone. GRACE GRACE GOD'S GRACE! AND MERCY! IN MY TIME OF NEED! I love to hear the spring birds chirping out a song of, "God provides! God provides!" and I'm sticking to that...As hard as it might be...To trust he considers the birds of the air, the flowers of the field...little ol'me and my silly fears and worries.
Something I do have to just say though: I am so in love with Jesus. I am so blessed and humbled to walk with him. We have an unshakable relationship. I feel so secure in his love. Throughout this year, I never imagined that my faith and trust in God would be so strengthened. In all of my brokeness and anxiety and failures and short comings, God is so good.
We tried to say grace before we ate, and we singed our hands a little, laughed, and just surrendered. I can present no illusion of myself as a put together, in control, successful woman before God. I'm just a beautiful mess :) and so we say with burnt fingers, come LORD Jesus, be our guest, and let these gifts to us be blest, Amen.