Showing posts with label bloggy-birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bloggy-birthday. Show all posts

Friday, March 14, 2014

Birth Announcement ~ A Guest Post by Lauren


He may have already stopped hoping by the time Hope was born.

Over 400 years of silence from God overshadowed this man’s ancestors.  It was a silence that rivaled the 430 years of Jewish slavery in Egypt.  And this Jew, born in the Egypt that had enslaved his ancestors, thought he may as well have been hoping for a resurrected Moses liberator as for a Messiah after all that silence. 

The way this man Philo saw it, it was time for God to step out from behind His curtain and once again declare “I AM.”  But Philo Judaeus wasn’t seeing even a rustling of the curtain, so he decided to yank it aside himself.  Moses was lost up on Mt. Sinai, and Philo took his cue from an impatient Aaron, building his own Messiah in one Greek word: logos

He used a little dab of Plato, a good helping of Hebrew Scripture misinterpreted as merely allegorical, and sprinkled his new creation with the other philosophies of the day. 
He married philosophy with God and birthed his own mediator between God and man: logos, which in his mind meant “reason.” 

Meanwhile, the true Logos was being born of a virgin in a forgotten stable in a conquered Israel

Philo, looking back on the baffling centuries of silence, said that God was unknowable.  He said that the world was senselessly evil, and that since God could not come in contact with such blackness, He could not have directly created it.  This is where Philo’s logos came in, the neither unbegotten nor begotten second-in-command to God, the mystical mediator of God’s powers to humanity, the philosophical substitute for the Messiah. 

Meanwhile, the true Messiah was getting to know fishermen and tax collectors.  He, as one with God, was performing miracles and changing lives.  He was getting dirty and tired and hungry in villages and on roads, yet He was utterly and completely God at the same time.

Philo saw his logos as “reason:” impersonal, archangelic, the Idea of Ideas. 
Yet the Messiah on the cross was not impersonal, nor merely angelic, nor a mystical idea.  He was Someone greater: the Word become flesh who dwelt among us (John 1:14). 

“In the beginning was the Logos” carries with it a declaration as weighty as the entire history of the world:
Jesus is the Logos who spoke the world into existence.
Jesus is the Logos who fulfills the Ten Logoi: the Ten Commandments.
Jesus is the Logos who declares “I AM.”
Jesus is the Logos who broke 400 years of silence.
Jesus is the Logos who was seen by human eyes and touched by dirty human hands and heard and known by His creation.  He was just as much the Word when He was in Mary’s uterus as He was when He was bleeding on the cross or sitting at the right hand of God. 

Yet Philo may have already stopped hoping by the time Hope was born, settling for a God who needed the universe to avoid a death of loneliness and a logos no greater than the limits of Philo’s own human creativity.

But when John divinely penned, “In the beginning was the Word” and “the Word became flesh and dwelt among us” God divinely shattered Philo’s idol of reason and his convenient pseudo-Messiah that fit his culture, emotions, and demands of God. 

With “In the beginning was the Word” God divinely shattered the convenient idols of my age, too: the pseudo-Messiahs that fit nicely into my boxed traditions of who I think God should be.  John used the very Greek word Logos that Philo had twisted, with all the weight of the Jewish history, and bridged the way to the the Word for both Gentiles and Jews.

It was the birth announcement of our Hope.  And with that, 400 years of silence was shattered by the Word, crying in a stable.
Lauren’s best friends are her family–her parents, Steve and Jennifer, and her five siblings. She is passionate about history, good music, and being a feminine woman in a feminist culture. You’ll find her blogging at One Bright Corner with her twin sister, Mikaela, and typing behind-the-scenes on the Christian Heritage blog and newsletter. When she’s not doing that, she loves teaching music, being outside, and ministering with her family!


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Thursday, March 13, 2014

I Mean, Logically, It's Impossible ~ A Guest Post by Benjamin

{Psst. If you just got here, don't forget to hop over to Monday's post and enter the give-away drawing! Two books that I totally love are waiting for a happy home!}

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The Naturalist viewpoint is the most prominent in academic society. One cannot enter a study of the sciences and not be bombarded with this concept, and why not? It is scientific, reasonable, and really the only logical set of answers for reality. Let’s examine some of them, shall we?

The world began billions of years ago. From completely natural phenomenon, the entire universe came into existence via some form of explosive energy. Then, over billions of years through the process of natural selection, life and the division of species evolved into what it is today. The process has not changed, and we are still in the midst of it!

Well, actually there is no proof that the earth is billions of years old (how could there be any direct proof about the age of the earth?). In fact, in a uniformitarian environment, our planet could not have continued to its current state – due to erosion, for example, we would be a giant ocean planet. In addition, it defies the First Law of Thermodynamics to think that everything could come from nothing. And while macro-evolution has never been observed, we’ll still call it science, despite the fact that science is an observational study…


But of course, it’s all completely logical…

Let’s move onto faith and science. Faith and science should not be intermixed at all – one is a personal view of their inner self, while science is what actually explains the world around us. Your five senses, and the equipment built by man, are the only things we can trust. No, faith has absolutely no place in science.

No, of course my “worldview” doesn’t affect how I view data at all. Scientists have absolutely no bias based on their personal beliefs, unlike every other human-being on the planet. And yes, our senses have deceived us on multiple occasions, and our equipment is bound to fail at certain points. No, I’ve never seen an atom, and I definitely DO NOT have faith that it exists, I just believe it without seeing it…

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Yes, well, um… final point:

If you can’t see, touch, smell, taste, or hear it, it absolutely cannot exist – it’s simply random firing of neurons in your brain. Look at us – we only rely on what we can for sure predict to be true. Human philosophical inventions have no place in modern society – only what is observed to be true.

Gravity? Well, yes, it exists and we can measure its effects, but to actually touch it… um… macroevolution? Well, it hasn’t been observed, just deduced from microevolution… Numbers?... well, numbers are… they’re…

But I assure you, all our assumptions are completely realistic, rational and observable. I mean, logically…


For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Professing to be wise, they became fools, and changed the glory of the incorruptible God into an image made like corruptible man—and birds and four-footed animals and creeping things. – Romans 1:20-23


Ben is the younger [big] brother of SarahJayne. In addition to composing rather satirical pieces, he enjoys composing music, re-enacting at the Fort Vancouver National Historic Site, and working at Hewlett-Packard. He’ll be graduating from college in May, after which he plans to travel the world… or at lease France, England, and China. He used to blog once-upon-a-time at White Knuckles, which his older {little} sister hopes he will resume upon graduation.

Monday, March 10, 2014

I'm Three! I'm Three!!

Banish all thoughts of a grey & cloudy morning and take a deep breath on this fine Monday! Are you sensing an air of excitement? Because you should be. This week is (drum roll, please)

My Third Bloggy-Birthday!!

For the last 1,093 days, this corner of the world wide web has been my home for thoughts, pictures, brainstorms, smiles, and insights. I've written through conviction and triumph. Through struggles and adventures. Through life-changing moments and daily memories. I've written when every word seemed forced, and when words just spilled out. As an open journal, this little blog has been an outlet for sharing where God has taken me thus far in life -- a memory of words.

How is it that characters on a page impact us so deeply? Cause us to be happy or sad, frightened or secure, adventurous or timid? Remind us of full months of our lives or unique experiences? How is it that using specific words, and arranging them in precise order, can have such an impact on us every moment? Words have always been a beautiful mystery to me.

So, in honor of 3 years of typing words for you, my dear readers, to ...read, I have three wonderful guest bloggers who will be visiting this week to share their thoughts on "logos"! Believe you me, these posts are wonderful, and something you certainly don't want to miss, so be sure to check back in over the course of this week!

And now, for the entertainment:

If you were to search "three" on a certain photo site, you would get pictures of three cute dwarf otters, with the middle one sticking out his tongue...
But, mom! Everyone knows I'm the cutest! Please-oh-please give me the snack!
Or three sleepy owls, in various disgruntled stages of awake-ness...
That. Coffee. Doesn't. Feel. Caffeinated.
...Or three zebras in someplace warm, dry, and colorless, wishing they could be here in Washington where life is green.
Ooh! Look guys! Color! I think it's gras-- oh, nope. Just a snake.
Ok, so, I know looking at pictures of animals doesn't traditionally count as party-level entertainment, but parties are supposed to be fun, and fun things are supposed to make you smile, and you can't tell me that those didn't make you grin, so it's kind of the same thing.

Moving On.

Of course, no self-respecting blog would dare to have a celebration without a GIVEAWAY! Right? Right. Do you want to see what kind of wonderfulness you can win? Here it goes:

The Book That Made Your World, by Vishal Mangalwadi.
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Yes. I've been quoting this book. And reading it. And loving it. And thinking everyone else should, too! It's about the Word, and the words used to defend/study it throughout history. Incredibly insightful and thought-provoking, I am convinced that it should be in every Christian's library.

Peter Pan, by J.M. Barrie
This book...ahh. I've spoken about it here. It holds a special place in my heart. This edition is absolutely the best, with gorgeous illustrations by Scott Gustafson. If this book isn't in your collection, it should be.

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Pretty excitingamazingwonderful, isn't it? Here's how you can enter:

1. Be a follower of the blog (required to be entered at all) and leave a comment accordingly. {1 point}
2. Respond with your thoughts to the posts going up this week, then leave a comment on this post telling me you did! {1 point per comment}
3. Blog/Facebook about this here party and leave a comment with the link. {2 points}

Sound easy-peasy? It is! When you comment, be sure to tell me which drawing you would like to enter. See you back here soon!






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Friday, March 15, 2013

If I Could Bless You ~ A Visit from Mikaela

We met a little over 22 years ago. I was cramped and content in a small, dark place, and she, or rather, her voice, floated somewhere beyond the confines of all I knew. I wanted to meet her! Months passed, multiplying my age, and at last we looked upon each other's faces.
 
We were both rather unimpressed. 
 
I had to learn to walk, and to want to play, but even so it was settled {and obvious} very early on: God had picked us out to be the best of friends. Since then, simply, we have been. Dear readers, meet Mikaela. Book addict, music teacher, fabulous bread-maker, and veritable source of knowledge on just about any subject her life touches (seems that way to me, at least) ~ she co-blogs with Lauren at One Bright Corner. Her writing and insights are always a blessing to me, as I hope they are to you, today. Meet Mika!
"Mikaela, I heard the most amazing song at the conference in Texas!" Mama told me shortly after she had flown home. I couldn't have been more than twelve, and I don't remember anything she relayed to me about the content of the conference - except the amazing song she had heard. She ordered the music and a CD of it right away, and our family heard "The Blessing Song" by Dennis Jernigan for the first time.

May the Lord answer you in the day of your trouble;
May the name of the Lord be your strong mighty tower.
May He grant you your heart's deepest dreams and desires;
May He answer you each time you call.

Several years later, the young people of my church learned this song. We practiced and prepared. We knew the words, the melodies, the harmonies. Nevertheless, the spirit of the song I didn't understand until we were there on stage singing for 100 people. And suddenly, I was overwhelmed as I sang out a blessing with my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ to my brothers and sisters in Christ. There was nary a dry eye in the church - and the Holy Spirit was moving.

May He pour out the blessing of heaven;
May you cast your cares on Him and daily fall.
May you live to see your children's children;
May the Lord Jesus be your All in All.

As a family, we sang "The Blessing Song" for Mama on her 40th birthday and for Grandpa on his 70th birthday. Imperfect voices, earnestly voicing every word.
 
May the Lord Jesus Christ satisfy beyond all measure;
May His Word light your path; may His peace guard your heart.
May your days be filled with gladness, joy and peace through any sadness;
Filled with love that will not depart.

Then, in 2011, we huddled together in a hospital room. Bobcha was dying, and we were saying our good-byes, knowing that after we left and drove the 360 miles separating our home from her hospital, that we would never see her again on this earth. So we sang a blessing to her. We broke and we cried - we hardly made it through - but we sang those words so familiar to us by now.
 
May your strength be renewed like the eagle;
As you run the race may joy flood every part.
May your memories all be sweet in each parting;
May the peace of Christ rule in your heart.
 
Last year, our family went through many trials. And suddenly, in God's sovereign plan, Mama was in Georgia preparing for surgery, and the six of us kids were home. Praying. Wishing we could be there to hold her hand. Worrying. Wishing we could be there to kiss her before she went in to surgery. Praying. And wishing some more. So, the night before her surgery, we sat down and recorded ourselves singing "The Blessing Song" with honest, raw tears streaming down our faces and sent the video to Mama. We were singing about life and joy and God's mercies and goodness when we were verily in the midst of trouble, pain, and hardship.
 
May His Word be to you health and life, joy and treasure;
May your home be a light; may the Lord guard your ways.
May the Lord be your shepherd;
May His goodness and mercy follow after you all your days!
 
Many of these words are taken directly from Scripture (such as Psalm 20), but they're no magic incantation. This is no blessing of prosperity and ease. This is the blessing of martyrdom and family and most of all communion with God Almighty that triumphs over any weakness, desperate circumstance, or real-life nightmare. This is the power of blessing someone in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.
 
May His mercies be new every morning;
May His grace and Holy Spirit help you stand.
May you live your life to die for the gospel;
May you hold to His unchanging hand!
 
Have you given a blessing to someone? Through song, words, or prayer? Bless and be blessed, for the giver of the blessing is just as blessed as the recipient.
 
May the Lord answer you in the day of your trouble;
May the name of the Lord be your strong and mighty tower.
may He grand you your heart's deepest dreams and desires;
May He answer each time you call.
May He answer each time you call.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Beauty from Ashes ~ A Visit from Kaytra

If I had to choose one person for whom this was true
It would be this girl.


Seriously. Whether we're studying Scripture, planning parties, or discussing C.S. Lewis, I can guarantee two things: tea, and laughter. Kaytra is a "PK, lover of tea and chunky sweaters, and an avid traveller." She also happens to be one of my dearest friends, and blogs happy thoughts at scraps of reality. Since age 13, she has had continual health challenges, but as she continues to seek the LORD and His blessings, she continues to be an encouragement and inspiration to those around her. Ladies and gentlemen, here's Kaytch!
Have you ever felt like you’re the only one going through a trial or temptation, and no one could possibly understand what your experiencing, even if they tried? Do you ever give up praying because you don't know how to talk to your Father about your inner intestine and bowels? {yes i just said that}
 
Have you ever looked into your fridge and slammed it shut because you are so discouraged because 99.9 percent of anything good in there is not digestible to you and will make you feel like you’re going to collapse at any moment from being lightheaded, bloated, inflamed and miserable? 
{i forget to add commas generally when i am venting.}
 
Have you ever cried out to the Lord asking Him, "Why me?!" 
"Why this?" 
"Why now?"
 
I feel like i am in a marathon, and although i have already crossed the finish line, i can't stop because i realize that i'm chained to a treadmill. 
{i need to work on my metaphors}
 
Sometimes i am so discouraged that i just decide not to eat at all, which leads to a "nasty Kaytra," which leads to hurting peoples feelings and more importantly hurting God.
 
Because He is there, He knows me, and He has designed me this way. 
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"Let affliction come~God has chosen me. Poverty, you may stride in at my door, but God is in the house already, and He has chosen me. Sickness, you may intrude, but I have balsam ready~God has chosen me. Whatever befalls me in this vale of tears, I know that He has "chosen" me."
I read this about an hour ago, and I just started weeping.
 
I was chosen for affliction.
 
This broken and disease-ridden body of mine was chosen ~ to fulfill His purposes.
 
Not mine. He has chosen me for affliction, and i so desperately want to be worthy of that choice.
 
I know now that suffering is a not a sin. It is a precious opportunity, and one that i do not want to miss.
 
It is His choice of blessing for my life. Because often, hidden blessings take on an ugly and hideous disguise. 
 
Someday, I believe, God will eventually remove the layers of that disguise so that I can truly see how He used my IBS for His glory and for my good.
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"For I know the plans that I have for you, says the Lord, plans for welfare and peace and not for evil, to give you hope in your final outcome." ~Jeremiah 29:11
 
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"Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead, I'll follow where He goes."

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

"Blessed Are..." ~ A Visit from Jennifer


Uncle David & Aunt Jenn
Before the role models of babysitters, teachers, and professionals-of-your-sphere, there are, and ever shall be, aunts. "Tante Jenn" - travelling all the way from Loches, France for our party this week - is just such an example. With a contagious joy in life, a wonderful laugh, and a beautiful story of obedience to the Lord {she & my uncle & two cousins left their 'normal' lives & newly-remodelled dream house in the states to become missionaries}, I treasure every conversation we have {even more so, now that she lives half-way across the world!}. She blogs about the lessons, joys, and challenges {and sometimes good ol' funny stories} of ministering in a different culture over at Four For France.
 
Friends, allow me to introduce my aunt, Jennifer.
Do you have one of those friends for whom everything always seems to go well? I do.

She lives in a big house that is delightfully decorated. She has three bright-eyed children and a hard-working, faithful husband. She is popular, fit, and cute to boot. She is the type who plans out her life months, sometimes years in advance, and nothing ever seems to interfere with her agenda. She has a warm and open personality, a joyful countenance, and a deep love for Jesus. By her own admittance, she has never really suffered.

So it seemed the most natural thing in the world to me when she blithely stated, "I'm just so blessed."

Yet, when she said it, my heart beat seemed to grow heavy. I squinted, trying to assess my recoil. While I believe her statement was an expression of genuine gratitude, something about it chaffed. Finally, gently, I whispered, "People who suffer are blessed, too."

"Oh, I know," she said, a little too quickly, and on we went to other subjects.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

I can't stop thinking about that brief conversation. I wonder if there is a disconnect in our understanding of blessing. What does it mean to be blessed?

According to the dictionary, it means "divinely favored." But it can also mean "blissfully happy."
 
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

I know that every good gift is from above, and indeed, the pleasing circumstances of my life are blessings. But if I stop there, might that be too narrow of a view? Isn't it also true that God blesses us in and through challenging circumstances?

And while I don't think we need to go looking for trouble or inviting disaster into our lives, I do sometimes wonder if our relentless pursuit of our own comfort and glory could be barriers, rather than pathways, to blessing.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

What if I chose the "discomfort" of living in a smaller house so that I might be more generous? What if I sought opportunities to serve others so that I might be more humble? what if I turned the other cheek instead of defending my "rights"? What if I demonstrated love to someone who treats me with indifference or even hatred? Do I need to wait for calamity to come to me in order to experience the blessings that Jesus speaks about in Matthew 5? Or could it be my calling to engage in suffering no matter my circumstances?
 
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Blessing of Health ~ A Visit from Bronwyn

Good morning, everyone ~ look who's here! This is a dear friend of ours, Bronwyn. Wife of Heiko, mother of five, health-food authority, flower arranger, artist...she wears many hats {and aren't they all pretty?}. I'll be quiet now, though, and let her talk.

Everyone, meet Bronwyn.


Hi, I'm Bronwyn from over at CleanGreenStart, and I'm super excited and honored to be a guest blogger here for Sarah's Bloggy Birthday Party! Since Sarah's theme this week is Blessings, I decided to write about the blessing of health because, ahem, I do write a healthy home blog (sometimes masquerades as a Paleo recipe blog). I tend to think about healthy stuff a lot. :-)

Have you ever pondered the blessing of good health? If you're youngish, it may be something you've never considered, since we tend to take it for granted until we lose it. It tends to be the older generation, or those with chronic disease, who extol the joys of the health they once possessed. They will tell you that it is the basis for enjoying most of life's other blessings.

Health As A Blessing
Health is a blessing which is bestowed upon us, given to us, without our effort or merit.

Kind of makes me think of some other blessings. Salvation. Earth's beauty. Children. Grace.

If we arrive at adulthood in good health and with all our parts and pieces, we can hardly take much credit for it. Good genes, sufficient nutrition, and shielding from toxic exposure are gifts our parents, especially our mothers, bestow upon us before our birth. Our habits of diet, hygiene, and exercise, and our preventive and interventional medicine as children are directed by our caregivers.

To be alive, is to have some measure of health. We should be filled with gratitude to our parents and to God for the measure of health that we have.

Health As A Stewardship
But, not unlike some other blessings, health is entrusted to us as stewards. It does take effort to keep it. To nurture it, and at times to restore it.

This takes knowledge. And wisdom. Especially when several conflicting paradigms of knowledge compete in our health decision-making.

To vaccinate, or not to vaccinate? Herbs or medicine? How to stretch a family budget for the best food choices?

So we ask, we seek, we knock.

God, what is Your design?
Doctor, what are the options? The side effects?
Grandma, how do you prepare food in traditional healthy ways?
Friend, how do you budget organic? Where do you shop? Got some recipes?
Chemist, what chemicals should we avoid on our skin and in our homes?
Husband, is this a priority for our family?
Farmer, what are your growing practices? Your chicken feed? Your fertilizers?
Dentist, what are whole-body impacts of this treatment?
Nutritionist, how do you read a supplement label? Can this be obtained in food?
Midwife, how can I work towards a healthy birth?
Salesman, will this product off-gas into my home?


It takes time. Diligence. Missteps, and backtracks, and learning. Stewardship always does.

And again, I'm brought back to gratitude for those who have invested in me (and continue to do so) by book or in person to make their knowledge available to me. I'm grateful to God for planting some of them in my path even before I asked Him! Whether by diligence on our part, or by unmerited favor, health is a gift He bestows.

A Blessing We Pass On
If you are a parent, you recognize that stewardship of your child's health is part of your role as parent.

If you are not yet a parent, that stewardship has already begun in the choices you make. A study done in recent years found that the most significant factor in the health of infants was the nutrition which the mother received in the ten years prior to their birth.

How cool is that? To have a part in passing on one of God's blessings to another; our own child!

The Blessing of Disease
Huh? Wait...we were talking about health. It was all rainbows and ponies. Can disease be a blessing too?

I didn't think so. Not with chronic fatigue as a young mom...it was zapping the life out of my life. How could God bless me through that?

But it was illness that made me ask why, to read, to seek help, and make changes, and my husband and children have all benefited. I've met so many people in clinics, at nutrition meetings, on farms, on my blog. They help me, and sometimes I help them, and sometimes I get to witness to them of God's other blessings. God used illness to stretch my faith in His promises, and I learned to rely on His strength in a new way.

I'm really, really grateful my health has returned, because it wasn't fun to be without it. But I can attest that God can even use disease as a blessing.

How has God blessed you with health (or disease)? What are you learning right now that makes you a better steward of this precious gift?

Monday, March 11, 2013

Blessings of a Bloggy Birthday!

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Hello, friends! Come in! So glad you could make it! As you can see, I've spruced up the place for all the rare fun that's to happen this week. Scrubbed the windows, dusted the cobwebs, put up some new paint ~ how do you like it? Pull up a chair, will you? Would you like some tea? How about some cake? Yes, yes, that's two candles ~ can you believe how old my little blog is growing?

As I look back over these last two years of blogging, I am overwhelmed (and grateful) for the BLESSINGS documented herein. There have been the blessings of memories, lessons, miracles, and musings. Blessings of adventures, smiles, stories, and amazement. And, of course, there has been YOU! Whether you're a bloggy friend, internet acquaintance, or a friend I run into in everyday life (sorry about that ~ I'll have to better watch where I'm going!), I want you to know that your comments put a smile on my face and give me a day of sunshine!

Yesterday, I had the privilege of attending some friends' church, and there I heard a beautiful truth which seems to me to perfectly define true blessing. "We do not," the pastor challenged, "come to God to get what we want, but rather what He has to give us." While I am quicker to label the gifts listed in the paragraph above as "blessings," I have learned - and am continuing to learn - that when we receive tenacity to withstand pressure, comfort to carry through grief, or ability to overcome incompetency, these are often the most rewarding of blessings. In this last year I have begun to learn that somehow, God, in the miracle of Who He is, creates the most perfect beauty out of the most hopeless circumstances. It is the nature of our God. Is He not beautiful? Is He not awesome? Is He not deserving of every form of worship?

As you munch on delicious chocolate-covered strawberries at my little bloggy-birthday party, I ask that you would meditate, would remember, would share with me the blessings ~ both the easy and the hard ~ that Christ has given you this year. Surely, as Christians, there is no greater encouragement than to hear the stories of the Saviour's work!

So settle in and make yourself comfortable. We have a lovely seven~days~of~a~party before us, with stories and encouragements galore from some truly special people. And what would a party be without prizes? ...Still a party, perhaps, but certainly not as much fun! Would you like to see the items for the give-away? Yes, I thought so. :)

The first lovely is this wonderful "Emerald of the Sea" bracelet, hand-made by none other than my own amazing Grandma! An elegant, deep green, beaded in a wave pattern, it is one of my favorite jewelry pieces Grandma has made (definitely makes me think "Ireland" :).
 
 
Next item up for the give-away is C.S. Lewis' Till We Have Faces. I know that I've said this about nearly all his books, but this is my favorite work by C.S. Lewis. In his personal retelling of the mythological story of the goddess Psych, Lewis inexplicably grew my awe, fear, and love of the one true God. One of my top recommended books, to be sure!
 
photo credit (not the same cover picture as give-away book)
Are you as excited about these as I am?? Thought so! Here's how you can enter for your chance to win one of them!
 
1. Follow The Lord's Lass and comment with which prize you would prefer - 1 entry {required}
2. Vote on the polls which will be popping up on the sidebar this week - 1 entry per vote
3.  Blog about blessings and link to The Lord's Lass - 3 entries
 
Please leave one comment per entry you receive on this post. Give-away is open to both U.S. and international bloggers. :) Ends 11:59PM, March 18th, Pacific Time.
 
Now please, have another slice of cake and enjoy the party! Blessings!
 


Friday, March 8, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Maybe Today

Five Minute Friday A lovely, golden-sunshine, deep-sky-blue Friday morning to you all! I hope, wherever you are, you are enjoying the same amazing weather we have here in the Northwest ~ but unless you actually live in the Northwest, I highly doubt that you are so privileged, because nowhere else in the world are colors so deep, rich, and real. (Yes, I love where I live.)

Reading my Aunt's blog this morning, I was introduced the "Five Minute Friday" challenge. A slightly intimidating idea for me (I am a bit apprehensive about writing for 5 minutes - what will come out? - and posting, without a chance to edit), I still couldn't stand to pass up the opportunity, because this week's word is Home. Timer ready? Here we go:
In my Pastor's house, held with a magnet to the fridge, is an unassuming 8.5-by-11 inch piece of paper boasting two simple words in bold print:

Maybe Today

Maybe Today - those words are so powerful to me. They stop me from any busy-ness or focus I may be in the midst of and make me wonder, What will happen today?

Maybe today you'll see the answer to all those prayers you've been lifting up for the salvation of a loved one. Maybe today healing will come. Maybe today will be the last chance you have to love those around you. Maybe, perhaps, today, is the day we will go Home.
Wow - 5 minutes flies way to quickly. Or I perhaps I simply don't understand the concept of a short, concise post...I had so much more to say! (and I apparently need to learn that it's ok to not sit and read over a sentence every time you write one.)

"Maybe Today" fills me with such a sense of longing ~ what questions and possibilities does it bring to your mind? What images are conjured when you think of "home"?



P.S. Guess what next week is? My bloggy-birthday!! I'm having a party, and you're all invited! There will be give-aways, guest posters, and all sorts of fun, so I'll see you then!