I promise this is the last Conversion Diary post I’ll link to for now (I say to my one reader). But I laughed and laughed…
http://www.conversiondiary.com/2007/09/what-i-miss-about-not-having-kids.html
Loving God and Loving People on purpose
I promise this is the last Conversion Diary post I’ll link to for now (I say to my one reader). But I laughed and laughed…
http://www.conversiondiary.com/2007/09/what-i-miss-about-not-having-kids.html
…I just call this blog the “Go Read Conversion Diary Blog” blog. She is amazing:
http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/08/duty-before-holiness.html
Under the category of “May I Never Forget I Read This”
http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/01/power-of-humility.html
Oh for the wisdom of knowing how to walk with Him in such a focused, unselfish way as to see His whole perspective:
http://intent.squarespace.com/brush-strokes/2009/9/4/i-wanted-to-dance.html
Holy, You are still holy
Even when the darkness surrounds my life
Sovereign, You are still sovereign
Even when confusion has blinded my eyes
Lord, I don’t deserve Your kind affection
When my unbelief has kept me from Your touch
I want my life to be a pure reflection
Of Your love
And so I come into Your chamber
And I dance at Your feet, Lord
You are my Saviour
And I’m at Your mercy
All that has been in my life
Up ’til now
It belongs to You
You are still holy
Holy, You are still holy
Even though I don’t understand
Your ways
Sovereign, You will be sovereign
Even when my circumstances don’t change
Lord, I don’t deserve your tender patience
When my unbelief has kept me from Your truth
I want my life to be a sweet devotion
To You
And so I come into Your chamber
And I dance at Your feet, Lord
You are my Saviour
And I’m at Your mercy
All that has been in my life
Up ’til now
It belongs to You
I belong to You
You are still holy
You are still sovereign
You are still holy, Lord
You are still righteous
You are all-knowing
You are still holy
Rita Springer, You are Still Holy
Created to Worship Live Album. Buy it. Put it in your car. Never stop listening to it.
I love words. My new favorite quotes:
“Sin has consequences, yes, but being separated from God’s love is not one of them. Whatever we do because we feel we “should” or because we “have to” is of no benefit. Our motivation is not love – and motivation is everything to God. 2 Cor. 9:7 – only when we are free can we love freely. If we are in slavery because of guilt or fear to “shoulds” we are not ready to love. We must first be set free. Slaves do not love; sons and daughters do.” – Cloud & Townsend
Romans 2:1 “You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge the other, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things.” – Paul. Gotta love Paul. The Spirit through his words Kick. My. Butt.
“Pre-Pentecost, the disciples were a mess. Unfocused, they didn’t know the simplicity of life. But in the course of time Jesus had formed a community of people who would live in holy obedience. Finally a people had been gathered who, when God said “Wait” would wait, when God said “Go” would go and when God said “Give” would give. Seasoned by failures and some successes, imperfect and ignorant of many things, they were nevertheless a prepared people. And God said “Wait.” Disciplined, obedient, simple, they waited. And the fire fell.” – Foster. The Freedom of Simplicity. Best book ever.
“If we are still in bondage to sin, our serving will flow out of that center…Pride and fear and manipulation will control our actions…If we are still in bondage to others, our serving will flow out of that center. We will be controlled by a desire to impress them, or receive their help. Without Gospel liberty, we will forever measure who we are by the yardstick of others. But once the grace of God has broken into our lives, we are free.” – Foster again. Told you. Best book.
“In my prior image of Jesus, I realized his personality matched that of a Star Trek Vulcan: he remained calm, cool, and collected as he strode like a robot among excitable human beings on spaceship earth. That is not what I found portrayed in the Gospels…Other people affected Jesus deeply: obstinacy frustrated him, self-righteousness infuriated him, simple faith thrilled him. Indeed He seemed more emotional and spontaneous than the average person, not less. More passionate, not less.” – Yancey. This quote is in pure self-defense of my emotional side!
Blogging is scary for me. And here’s why: This past year, for the first time in my life, I have not had a parent, teacher, coach, primary mentor, professor, boss, or supervisor guiding my actions. My husband lovingly leads our family and I have an immediate supervisor where I teach part-time. But other than that, if there’s something I want to do, I do it. If I see another, better use for my day, I do that instead.
And it terrifies me.
We need not delve into the psychological reasons why. But I can’t get over the fact that no one is asking me to write all this stuff and post it on the world wide web. No one. I’m just choosing to do it as a processing tool for myself. And I feel so vulnerable.
God doesn’t always work this way in my life, but recently at the library He seems to be guiding my book choices. I can’t explain how. Kinda like a rush when I pick up the book. And one of those times was a book on dating.
Interesting, you say. Didn’t you just mention a Hubby?
Duh. Not for me. This is for my single friend. I don’t need any of the advice in this book. Nooo, not at all!
It talked about how if you’re at a certain stage of adulthood, you no longer interact regularly and casually with members of the opposite gender the way you do when you’re in school or college. So if you’re stuck in dating you have to get yourself out there. You have to make it happen for yourself as an adult.
It so resonated with me. If I want to start writing again, then I make it happen for myself. No one is going to enforce, encourage or coddle me in my decisions these days.
And I’m so grateful. Scared out of my mind, but grateful.
You’ve probably heard about how people in the jungle trap monkeys. They drill a hole in a coconut that’s big enough for the monkey to reach through if he flattens his hand. Then they mount that coconut down somehow to a tree. Inside they put peanuts. And therein lies the problem. The monkey smells what’s inside and figures out how to get his hand in. By then he knows he has his hands on a “treasure” and he’s determined to keep hold of it. But he can’t get his hand out of the coconut until he lets go. Whether minutes or hours later, the hunters know just where to find these monkeys. Because they can’t leave. They can’t let go of their treasure, even though it leads to their death.
Oh man, am I like this. I hold onto peanuts all the time instead of freedom.