Hebrews 10:35-36 “So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.”
So often as a "creative type" in the body of believers, I've had to be reigned back into humility. And rightly so, humility is a lesson that, for a dreamer, is a bit hard to keep in perspective while growing up. It was always easy, and almost natural, to assume that MY ideas were certainly the BEST ideas and I clearly saw outside the box better than almost anyone else. (Okay, it's true... There are days that I still lose to that lie.)
But I fear that the importance of developing a healthy balance of humility and confidence is something we forget to emphasize while discipling others or even while discipling ourselves. As I grew older and more sure of the life God was carving out for me, the strengths and gifts He'd birthed within me, and the perspective He was positioning me for, I still felt like embracing it confidently would be contrary to humility. Perhaps this is not something others struggle with, but as someone who's top spiritual gifts are most functional in very "seen" roles (worship & missions), I struggle to walk the line of humility and confidence. I want to, as Thoreau said, "Go confidently into the direction of [my] dreams." But I also want to be wide-open to whatever God has for me.
You know what I've decided after many long convos with Jesus about this?
He wants both. God is not honored in our confusion of humility into something of a passive believer. "Do whatever you want with my life, God. I have no thoughts or opinions and no plans to do anything but sit here until You say get up." No, God values the boldness of a believer who takes faith-filled-stumbles toward Him. The believer who says, "God, you've given me a vision- or at least a part of one. Now I'm going to form a plan and work the plan to do what You built me for." - THAT believer might actually make a difference in the Kingdom of Heaven!
To stay healthily balanced on this tight-rope, though, we must submit to leaders or friends who are close enough to remind us of the task and the grace that brought us there when we get off-track. We must stay sensitive to the Holy Spirit's corrections and redirections. We must stay teachable. We must stay flexible to the newness of life and with each season of possibility and obstacle that comes. I think of it now as this: It's the stumbles that keep us humble, but confidence keeps us moving forward. We need both. We won't succeed at His mission for our lives without both.
4.16.2013
3.24.2013
Goodness of Forgiveness
About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”). Matthew 27:46 NIV
As Jesus took on the sins of the world, The Lord turned his face away not able to bear watching his only son in such agony. As we have been adopted into God's holy family, how many times have we cried out wondering why God has forsaken us? When all the while, we have taken on such sin that it pained our Father to see us in that kind of agony. We haven't been abandoned by The Lord, not ever. But we HAVE all walked through seasons where we put ourselves in such sin and shame without asking for Gods aid and forgiveness, that it feels like God has forsaken us. He must allow the consequences of our actions in order to fulfill the law... It doesn't mean he wants us to hurt. It doesn't mean his love is far from us.
Just as a parent watches a child stumble and make mistakes in order to learn how to be responsible and independent adult, so the Father watches us trip along in our lives in order to become fully-developed followers of Christ. He comes to our aide when we invite him, and lets us take on sin when we choose it.
Today is Good Friday. Lets try to remember the goodness of God's sacrifice and how he allowed his only son to die a brutal and gruesome death so that we might be free of the penalty of sin.
Thank you, Lord for loving me. Thank you for sending your son, Jesus, to the cross to take my place for all the sin I'd choose. You loved me when I didn't yet know you. Help me to stay grateful for the cross and for the life you make available to me.
"For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us. With all wisdom and understanding, he made known to us the mystery of his will according to his good pleasure, which he purposed in Christ, to be put into effect when the times reach their fulfillment—to bring unity to all things in heaven and on earth under Christ." Ephesians 1:4-10 NIV
As Jesus took on the sins of the world, The Lord turned his face away not able to bear watching his only son in such agony. As we have been adopted into God's holy family, how many times have we cried out wondering why God has forsaken us? When all the while, we have taken on such sin that it pained our Father to see us in that kind of agony. We haven't been abandoned by The Lord, not ever. But we HAVE all walked through seasons where we put ourselves in such sin and shame without asking for Gods aid and forgiveness, that it feels like God has forsaken us. He must allow the consequences of our actions in order to fulfill the law... It doesn't mean he wants us to hurt. It doesn't mean his love is far from us.
Just as a parent watches a child stumble and make mistakes in order to learn how to be responsible and independent adult, so the Father watches us trip along in our lives in order to become fully-developed followers of Christ. He comes to our aide when we invite him, and lets us take on sin when we choose it.
Today is Good Friday. Lets try to remember the goodness of God's sacrifice and how he allowed his only son to die a brutal and gruesome death so that we might be free of the penalty of sin.
Thank you, Lord for loving me. Thank you for sending your son, Jesus, to the cross to take my place for all the sin I'd choose. You loved me when I didn't yet know you. Help me to stay grateful for the cross and for the life you make available to me.
"For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us. With all wisdom and understanding, he made known to us the mystery of his will according to his good pleasure, which he purposed in Christ, to be put into effect when the times reach their fulfillment—to bring unity to all things in heaven and on earth under Christ." Ephesians 1:4-10 NIV
1.26.2012
Dreaming Wide Open
I've created a monster out of NOT blogging. So, as with everything else in my life, I'm finding a way to simplify. Hence, I'm now officially blogging on the go via the Blogger app! Yes, it is a bit of a soapbox about the legacy of the late Steve Jobs and still more amazing products from our friends at Apple, but I digress...
I was told by a trusted and very dear friend that some dreams of mine I tend to be quite vocal about whilst others, I've never confessed to many of the people who love me and want to help me realize these dreams. I commented that it was because no one asked. But I'll admit it is a bit unfair for me to wish that each member of our wide world would ask me specifically what my more "secret" dreams are. If they did, I'd probably panic and close the conversation promptly and in a fit of awkwardness. So it shall be my mission via my renewed blogging efforts, to articulate as many of my dreams for my life as possible. After all, that is what fills my life BETWEEN TREES AND SKY...
To start, I'd like to simply mention some of my main goals for the year. These are dreams that have made it onto the map of my life for 2012:
-publish a missions book with friend and photographer, Haley Lamb (HaleyLambPhoto.com, This project is in the works as we speak. Stay tuned for more details.)
-record my first professional album of at least 5 original songs (Another project in motion, although its in the very early stages still. Expect this to be completed late in the year.)
-write 5 additional songs that I believe in (Always in motion, not always progressing; it's the nature of the creative writing BEAST.)
-finish reading 5 books this year (this seems ridiculous, but I have a spectacular habit of reading books 75% of the way and loosing incentive to complete them. There is a book at my bedside now that's been there for a year with exactly one chapter remaining... That is insanity.)
-venture on a missions journey to somewhere new- perhaps India. (This was mentioned to me in the fall of 2011 for this calendar year and I literally dream about the people and the sights and smells and conversations to come.)
-lead the first ever official Genesis Church missions team to Casa Shalom in San Lucas, Guatemala. (This will be a personal accomplishment as my first time leading a missions trip!)
-upgrading my car (Please trust me when I say that this "dream" is not as materialistic as it sounds. My car is quite ill most days and suffers from a rebellious spirit on occasion. I thrive on reliability. You ought to be able to see the discord in that scenario.)
-help Ms. Bryant get out of her continually strained financial and medical situation (She's a local elderly lady whom I care about that has no family willing to offer her aid or even spend time with her. She rarely has healthy food (except for the help of our friends at the New Hope Food Bank) and often goes without medications and clean laundry so she that she is able to pay rent and utilities. She and I are working to find solutions for her.)
-fully delegate the managing of AnnaBelle's Closet to a committed volunteer with vision and follow-through
As always more dreams to come...
I was told by a trusted and very dear friend that some dreams of mine I tend to be quite vocal about whilst others, I've never confessed to many of the people who love me and want to help me realize these dreams. I commented that it was because no one asked. But I'll admit it is a bit unfair for me to wish that each member of our wide world would ask me specifically what my more "secret" dreams are. If they did, I'd probably panic and close the conversation promptly and in a fit of awkwardness. So it shall be my mission via my renewed blogging efforts, to articulate as many of my dreams for my life as possible. After all, that is what fills my life BETWEEN TREES AND SKY...
To start, I'd like to simply mention some of my main goals for the year. These are dreams that have made it onto the map of my life for 2012:
-publish a missions book with friend and photographer, Haley Lamb (HaleyLambPhoto.com, This project is in the works as we speak. Stay tuned for more details.)
-record my first professional album of at least 5 original songs (Another project in motion, although its in the very early stages still. Expect this to be completed late in the year.)
-write 5 additional songs that I believe in (Always in motion, not always progressing; it's the nature of the creative writing BEAST.)
-finish reading 5 books this year (this seems ridiculous, but I have a spectacular habit of reading books 75% of the way and loosing incentive to complete them. There is a book at my bedside now that's been there for a year with exactly one chapter remaining... That is insanity.)
-venture on a missions journey to somewhere new- perhaps India. (This was mentioned to me in the fall of 2011 for this calendar year and I literally dream about the people and the sights and smells and conversations to come.)
-lead the first ever official Genesis Church missions team to Casa Shalom in San Lucas, Guatemala. (This will be a personal accomplishment as my first time leading a missions trip!)
-upgrading my car (Please trust me when I say that this "dream" is not as materialistic as it sounds. My car is quite ill most days and suffers from a rebellious spirit on occasion. I thrive on reliability. You ought to be able to see the discord in that scenario.)
-help Ms. Bryant get out of her continually strained financial and medical situation (She's a local elderly lady whom I care about that has no family willing to offer her aid or even spend time with her. She rarely has healthy food (except for the help of our friends at the New Hope Food Bank) and often goes without medications and clean laundry so she that she is able to pay rent and utilities. She and I are working to find solutions for her.)
-fully delegate the managing of AnnaBelle's Closet to a committed volunteer with vision and follow-through
As always more dreams to come...
1.21.2011
It's best to start small...
... You won't lose out on a thing!
(as posted on www.YesIAm-US.blogspot.com on 01/21/2011 by MeaganAmanda)
Download the order card for your Singing Valentine purchase now! In case you forgot, it's $25 per Valentine and orders can be turned in to Carrie herself or by emailing the form to YesIAm.US@gmail.com.
As always, our mission is love; and this year, in showing boldly our love for our friends and loved ones, we can fund a far more tangible love for African people without clean water. Meeting physical needs swings wide the door for us to meet their spiritual needs. As you pray and plan and purchase more Valentines :) ... consider those without water. It's one of our most basic needs and many people regularly go about life without it, bringing disease and death. This is our opportunity to intervene on theirbehalf. We, along with our friends at Hand of Hope have dug 354 bore wells to date.
"We are intimately linked in this harvest work. Anyone who accepts what you do, accepts me, the One who sent you. Anyone who accepts what I do accepts my Father, who sent me. Accepting a messenger of God is as good as being God's messenger. Accepting someone's help is as good as giving someone help. This is a large work I've called you into, but don't be overwhelmed by it. It's best to start small. Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty, for instance. The smallest act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice. You won't lose out on a thing." Matthew 10:40-42
1.05.2011
Abba Changes Everything...
I first heard this article read at a worship conference where Brian Doerksen was speaking about the revelation of going from orphans to sons and daughters of God. It has probably been the single most influential sermonette of the year for me. It isn't the entire article, although I'd encourage you to read it in it's entirety at some point. But this, just this little bit... This, I will never forget.
Abba Changes Everything
Why every Christian is called to rescue orphans.
Russell D. Moore | originally posted 7/02/2010 08:59AM at www.ChristianityToday.com
The creepiest sound I have ever heard was nothing at all. My wife, Maria, and I stood in the hallway of an orphanage somewhere in the former Soviet Union, on the first of two trips required for our petition to adopt. Orphanage staff led us down a hallway to greet the two 1-year-olds we hoped would become our sons. The horror wasn't the squalor and the stench, although we at times stifled the urge to vomit and weep. The horror was the quiet of it all. The place was more silent than a funeral home by night.
I stopped and pulled on Maria's elbow. "Why is it so quiet? The place is filled with babies." Both of us compared the stillness with the buzz and punctuated squeals that came from our church nursery back home. Here, if we listened carefully enough, we could hear babies rocking themselves back and forth, the crib slats gently bumping against the walls. These children did not cry, because infants eventually learn to stop crying if no one ever responds to their calls for food, for comfort, for love. No one ever responded to these children. So they stopped.
The silence continued as we entered the boys' room. Little Sergei (now Timothy) smiled at us, dancing up and down while holding the side of his crib. Little Maxim (now Benjamin) stood straight at attention, regal and czar-like. But neither boy made a sound. We read them books filled with words they couldn't understand, about saying goodnight to the moon and cows jumping over the same. But there were no cries, no squeals, no groans. Every day we left at the appointed time in the same way we had entered: in silence.
On the last day of the trip, Maria and I arrived at the moment we had dreaded since the minute we received our adoption referral. We had to tell the boys goodbye, as by law we had to return to the United States and wait for the legal paperwork to be completed before returning to pick them up for good. After hugging and kissing them, we walked out into the quiet hallway as Maria shook with tears.
And that's when we heard the scream.
Little Maxim fell back in his crib and let out a guttural yell. It seemed he knew, maybe for the first time, that he would be heard. On some primal level, he knew he had a father and mother now. I will never forget how the hairs on my arms stood up as I heard the yell. I was struck, maybe for the first time, by the force of the Abba cry passages in the New Testament, ones I had memorized in Vacation Bible School. And I was surprised by how little I had gotten it until now.
...
Little Maxim's scream changed everything—more, I think, than did the judge's verdict and the notarized paperwork. It was the moment, in his recognizing that he would be heard, that he went from being an orphan to being a son. It was also the moment I became a father, in fact if not in law...
Doerksen's main point was that we all go through seasons where we need to be reminded of our position in God's kingdom and family. We aren't little orphan Annie's who have to clean the floors and windows to earn our keep. We are purchased, ransomed, treasures, His babies! Most importantly we are His own. There is no earning of a position at God's table. We all come in unclean and leave cleaned because we belong to Him and He calls us sons and daughters.
When we believe we're orphans, we protect our little territories of influence and manipulate our circumstances to make us look noble or brave. There is no real discipleship being poured from us into others. There is no genuine chase after the stamp of approval from God and from our Godly leaders. But when we lift our eyes from our crouched place there in the corner, when we really look at God and acknowledge that He is calling us enough; not in ourselves but because He is. It's then that we can be transformed into the loving, free, bold children of the King. It's His love that we respond to, scripture says that it's His kindness that leads us to repentance. It's His unrelenting love, His "I hear you" love, His "it's not too late" love, His "you MATTER" love.
There is nothing like His love.
Abba Changes Everything
Why every Christian is called to rescue orphans.
Russell D. Moore | originally posted 7/02/2010 08:59AM at www.ChristianityToday.com
The creepiest sound I have ever heard was nothing at all. My wife, Maria, and I stood in the hallway of an orphanage somewhere in the former Soviet Union, on the first of two trips required for our petition to adopt. Orphanage staff led us down a hallway to greet the two 1-year-olds we hoped would become our sons. The horror wasn't the squalor and the stench, although we at times stifled the urge to vomit and weep. The horror was the quiet of it all. The place was more silent than a funeral home by night.
I stopped and pulled on Maria's elbow. "Why is it so quiet? The place is filled with babies." Both of us compared the stillness with the buzz and punctuated squeals that came from our church nursery back home. Here, if we listened carefully enough, we could hear babies rocking themselves back and forth, the crib slats gently bumping against the walls. These children did not cry, because infants eventually learn to stop crying if no one ever responds to their calls for food, for comfort, for love. No one ever responded to these children. So they stopped.
The silence continued as we entered the boys' room. Little Sergei (now Timothy) smiled at us, dancing up and down while holding the side of his crib. Little Maxim (now Benjamin) stood straight at attention, regal and czar-like. But neither boy made a sound. We read them books filled with words they couldn't understand, about saying goodnight to the moon and cows jumping over the same. But there were no cries, no squeals, no groans. Every day we left at the appointed time in the same way we had entered: in silence.
On the last day of the trip, Maria and I arrived at the moment we had dreaded since the minute we received our adoption referral. We had to tell the boys goodbye, as by law we had to return to the United States and wait for the legal paperwork to be completed before returning to pick them up for good. After hugging and kissing them, we walked out into the quiet hallway as Maria shook with tears.
And that's when we heard the scream.
Little Maxim fell back in his crib and let out a guttural yell. It seemed he knew, maybe for the first time, that he would be heard. On some primal level, he knew he had a father and mother now. I will never forget how the hairs on my arms stood up as I heard the yell. I was struck, maybe for the first time, by the force of the Abba cry passages in the New Testament, ones I had memorized in Vacation Bible School. And I was surprised by how little I had gotten it until now.
...
Little Maxim's scream changed everything—more, I think, than did the judge's verdict and the notarized paperwork. It was the moment, in his recognizing that he would be heard, that he went from being an orphan to being a son. It was also the moment I became a father, in fact if not in law...
Doerksen's main point was that we all go through seasons where we need to be reminded of our position in God's kingdom and family. We aren't little orphan Annie's who have to clean the floors and windows to earn our keep. We are purchased, ransomed, treasures, His babies! Most importantly we are His own. There is no earning of a position at God's table. We all come in unclean and leave cleaned because we belong to Him and He calls us sons and daughters.
When we believe we're orphans, we protect our little territories of influence and manipulate our circumstances to make us look noble or brave. There is no real discipleship being poured from us into others. There is no genuine chase after the stamp of approval from God and from our Godly leaders. But when we lift our eyes from our crouched place there in the corner, when we really look at God and acknowledge that He is calling us enough; not in ourselves but because He is. It's then that we can be transformed into the loving, free, bold children of the King. It's His love that we respond to, scripture says that it's His kindness that leads us to repentance. It's His unrelenting love, His "I hear you" love, His "it's not too late" love, His "you MATTER" love.
There is nothing like His love.
12.24.2010
A Christmas Post
As I sit and review my hectic Christmas Eve, I am tired but pleased to have been as used as I was today. You see it's one thing to do one or two things that your good at, but if you're like me, creativity is what I'm good at. And how do channel that into one field or the other? You can't really, because all the ideas bleed together to create more of a kaleidoscope of possibility rather than a simple sparkle on an old concept. On the other hand, while I'm pleased with my efforts (and the TREMENDOUS support of the staff and volunteers at Genesis Church!), I have a tinge of guilt at having used so many volunteers, assigned so many songs, and gave so many technical requests. There will never be methods adequate enough for me to thank the countless people for the countless hours that they gave in order to make our Christmas Eve service work, much less our weekly Sunday service. I'm blessed beyond measure.
How interesting it is that I am on staff at a church in my hometown with a heart lined up so dearly to my own! I get to do missions work in the comfort of my own neighborhood. If you don't know, our church targets the unchurched and those who have been hurt by the church, which sometimes means we have to start with the very basics and teach WHY we worship and WHY we pray and WHY we attend services and small groups regularly. But o, the joy when a family or individual begins to "get it!" They start to see that God isn't quite the ogre that so many churches make Him out to be. We sing a song at our church that says, "Our God is Love..." (scripture says that too by the way). But I really believe that's become the banner over my heart, the love and not the law, THAT is who God is. There's a scripture too that says it His kindness that leads to repentance.
Of course all of this I did know before, but how pleasant that during the Christmas Eve service where I was stressing over lighting and sound and cuing actors, God just tugged a little at my heart to say that He loved me. I'm nothing special and I certainly don't feel that, considering my "story," I deserve a place in ministry or even church leadership. But God's justice often works backwards to what we feel. Because His justice is rooted in love, He sees us as we can be. He dreams for us grander than what we could ever expect for ourselves.
God justifies us- meaning he fills in the gaps where we can never measure up!- and covers us with His love in order for us to flourish in our various roles and tasks in life. We could do nothing right, literally nothing, without this Redeeming King that came so long ago as a tiny cradled baby. He is our only hope of salvation, but not only that. He's our only hope for fulfillment and a full heart! The God who knew us before we were even formed, knows the dreams we have and crafted the most inward desires of our hearts, and He, God of the Angel-armies, is working on our behalf to see to it that we are met with the most ideal circumstances to have those dreams and desires realized. Our God IS love.
Merry Christmas. May you find fulfillment in the new and daily opportunities that God is offering you to live and to live well.
P.S.
Here's a new find that I adore: www.pictable.org This guy, Todd Damotte, is an amazing artist and speaker! We used a sick-awesome video of his tonight in our Christmas Eve service at Genesis Church. It was perfection. Here's a link to the video that got me hooked! See his website for more info, resources and booking info! What a artist!
How interesting it is that I am on staff at a church in my hometown with a heart lined up so dearly to my own! I get to do missions work in the comfort of my own neighborhood. If you don't know, our church targets the unchurched and those who have been hurt by the church, which sometimes means we have to start with the very basics and teach WHY we worship and WHY we pray and WHY we attend services and small groups regularly. But o, the joy when a family or individual begins to "get it!" They start to see that God isn't quite the ogre that so many churches make Him out to be. We sing a song at our church that says, "Our God is Love..." (scripture says that too by the way). But I really believe that's become the banner over my heart, the love and not the law, THAT is who God is. There's a scripture too that says it His kindness that leads to repentance.
Of course all of this I did know before, but how pleasant that during the Christmas Eve service where I was stressing over lighting and sound and cuing actors, God just tugged a little at my heart to say that He loved me. I'm nothing special and I certainly don't feel that, considering my "story," I deserve a place in ministry or even church leadership. But God's justice often works backwards to what we feel. Because His justice is rooted in love, He sees us as we can be. He dreams for us grander than what we could ever expect for ourselves.
God justifies us- meaning he fills in the gaps where we can never measure up!- and covers us with His love in order for us to flourish in our various roles and tasks in life. We could do nothing right, literally nothing, without this Redeeming King that came so long ago as a tiny cradled baby. He is our only hope of salvation, but not only that. He's our only hope for fulfillment and a full heart! The God who knew us before we were even formed, knows the dreams we have and crafted the most inward desires of our hearts, and He, God of the Angel-armies, is working on our behalf to see to it that we are met with the most ideal circumstances to have those dreams and desires realized. Our God IS love.
Merry Christmas. May you find fulfillment in the new and daily opportunities that God is offering you to live and to live well.
P.S.
Here's a new find that I adore: www.pictable.org This guy, Todd Damotte, is an amazing artist and speaker! We used a sick-awesome video of his tonight in our Christmas Eve service at Genesis Church. It was perfection. Here's a link to the video that got me hooked! See his website for more info, resources and booking info! What a artist!
12.08.2010
So much has happened!
So much has happened in just a few short months! I'm nearing the end of my TEFL class and I'm in full Christmas-swing at Genesis Church (and LOVING it, I might add!). Also, I'm dreaming big alongside Carrie Bowen and Ashley White (the newest member of the Yes I Am staff) for service opportunities and musical journeys in 2011! It's going to be a fantastic New Year and the idea machines get no break during this season!
It really IS the most wonderful time of year, I think. (I mean technically my favorite season is the fall, but mainly for selfish reasons like- I have cuter cardigans than I do heavy coats, my birthday is in November, etc.) I love that Genesis Church has let me direct the Christmas drama, which is spanning several weeks and culminating on Christmas Eve! I feel slightly under-qualified but I am honored and we're having such great fun- and to be honest... it's not cheesy at ALL! (*Sweet relief! -Cheesy dramas kill me.)
I am very thankful this season to be challenged by Pastor Chris to do a double take at the birth, life, death, and resurrection of Christ by reading the gospels! God is showing me some pretty amazing things about all the circumstances of his ministry and the nature of the personality of Christ. As always, I'm searching for fresh revelation this season!
In other news...
I happened upon a new (to me) guitar this season and the songs have been falling out of it. It's a bit miraculous actually! Ha. Not quite solely a divine occurrence though, I mean I do 8million rewrites before anyone can see/ hear them, but they do just initiate on their own. How lovely! Stay tuned for more deep thoughts and musical plans from me. It make take a minute to find the words to say all the things in my head and heart, especially when they're struggling to agree.
Also, I got to bask in the creative-writing glow that radiates off the darling Brooke Fraser last month. She is pretty much a clever skinny doll that is staple in my life at this point!
Pictures to catch you up quicker...
videos to add to the madness!
It really IS the most wonderful time of year, I think. (I mean technically my favorite season is the fall, but mainly for selfish reasons like- I have cuter cardigans than I do heavy coats, my birthday is in November, etc.) I love that Genesis Church has let me direct the Christmas drama, which is spanning several weeks and culminating on Christmas Eve! I feel slightly under-qualified but I am honored and we're having such great fun- and to be honest... it's not cheesy at ALL! (*Sweet relief! -Cheesy dramas kill me.)
I am very thankful this season to be challenged by Pastor Chris to do a double take at the birth, life, death, and resurrection of Christ by reading the gospels! God is showing me some pretty amazing things about all the circumstances of his ministry and the nature of the personality of Christ. As always, I'm searching for fresh revelation this season!
In other news...
I happened upon a new (to me) guitar this season and the songs have been falling out of it. It's a bit miraculous actually! Ha. Not quite solely a divine occurrence though, I mean I do 8million rewrites before anyone can see/ hear them, but they do just initiate on their own. How lovely! Stay tuned for more deep thoughts and musical plans from me. It make take a minute to find the words to say all the things in my head and heart, especially when they're struggling to agree.
Also, I got to bask in the creative-writing glow that radiates off the darling Brooke Fraser last month. She is pretty much a clever skinny doll that is staple in my life at this point!
Pictures to catch you up quicker...
videos to add to the madness!
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