I have wanted to get here to this lil' space and share my thoughts for awhile, but since our phone and therefore computer is off, I have not had much opportunity. I wanted to share with my bloggy friends, that I am in fact okay and that life really does go on without a phone or computer. ;o) The phone part, is actually covered by a cheap track phone but the computer part.....
When our service was shut off I must say I certainly went through the stages of grief. However, during that time the Lord has shown me over and over again that though I like the computer it is not a must have. It is not something always edifies Him and in all honesty my time can become consumed by it. He also showed me that in this time of transitioning from one home church to another, less is often better. I cannot explain it, except to say that when I look to people things get crazy and jumbeled, but when I look to God the fog clears. I love people, really I do. However, in the midst of this minor storm my spiritual eyes have become more clear. I want so badly to share it with you, but alas a child needs my help finding a book (we are at the library).
I mainly wanted to let anyone who reads this blog to know that I'm not dead. LOL. Actually to the contrary, I'm feeling more alive and tuned in then I have in a very long time. :o)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Busy, Busy, Busy
I have noticed among my favorite blogs that many are not posting as much as usual. Could it be that people really don't have anything to tell or could it be that people are just plain ol' busy? In my own life, it is the second choice. Plain. Old. Busy. Ness.
School takes up a good portion of my time.
Weekly Bible study, with my gal pals.
Volunteering at the local Care Net once a week
Not to mention being a wife and mother....
It adds up to less time on the computer, which is probably the way it should be. I want to continue to write here, I enjoy it. I also enjoy visiting my bloggy friend from time and hearing about what is going on in their lives. It is a luxury that I'm not totally ready to do without, but one that I could do less of. :o)
School takes up a good portion of my time.
Weekly Bible study, with my gal pals.
Volunteering at the local Care Net once a week
Not to mention being a wife and mother....
It adds up to less time on the computer, which is probably the way it should be. I want to continue to write here, I enjoy it. I also enjoy visiting my bloggy friend from time and hearing about what is going on in their lives. It is a luxury that I'm not totally ready to do without, but one that I could do less of. :o)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Tree of Life?
This tree houses the ashes of the man who donated
the park. I will get back to you with more details, after
our wonderful trip to Maine.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Share Your Story
We all have a story to tell.
Today going home from Bible study I was able to share part of my story with my 17 year old daughter. It is a part of my life that I wish I could erase, a part that changed my very being. Yet, at the same time the very worse thing eventually brought me to my knees.
When I was fourteen years old I was rapped by a pastor in the church building.
Charges were never pressed, my family never talked about it, and he went on to do the same thing to another girl.
Guilt.
Shame.
Despair.
Those are words I became familiar with.
As I put on my mask and continued on with my life things drastically changed. I remember literally closing the door to the Lord. As far as I was concerned He abandoned me. He became dead to me.
Over the course of the next year I entered into a life of drugs, drinking, and skipping school. I didn't care.
However, God only let me go so far before He radically brought me back to His side. Almost a year after the rape my grandmother (who I lived with) pulled me out of public school and put me in a christian school a few towns away. My life changed. I received Christ as my Saviour one cold Feb. day on the coast of Maine. I didn't understand it all. I wasn't with people. I wasn't in a church. I was literally outside by the ocean and I stuck my hand in my jacket pocket and pulled out a tract. I read it and figured that I had nothing to loose. Jesus met me there that very day.
I wish I could say that I followed Him wholeheartedly all the rest of my days. Unfortunately I stumbled and fell several times. However, He was there to pick me up each and every time. He is faithful. He is just. He is worthy.
The whole point of this post is to be open and honest with those around you. Let them know what God has done in your life. Share the good, bad, and ugly. Be real. When you are real, you give the person opportunity to be real too. God uses our past to heal others, don't hide your past but use it for His glory. There are many people out there that want to hear what God has done. They want to know that there is hope. They want to know that they too will be okay. Listen to Him and be aware of those around you. When He says speak, speak. You never know who will be blessed by hearing what you have to say.
Today going home from Bible study I was able to share part of my story with my 17 year old daughter. It is a part of my life that I wish I could erase, a part that changed my very being. Yet, at the same time the very worse thing eventually brought me to my knees.
When I was fourteen years old I was rapped by a pastor in the church building.
Charges were never pressed, my family never talked about it, and he went on to do the same thing to another girl.
Guilt.
Shame.
Despair.
Those are words I became familiar with.
As I put on my mask and continued on with my life things drastically changed. I remember literally closing the door to the Lord. As far as I was concerned He abandoned me. He became dead to me.
Over the course of the next year I entered into a life of drugs, drinking, and skipping school. I didn't care.
However, God only let me go so far before He radically brought me back to His side. Almost a year after the rape my grandmother (who I lived with) pulled me out of public school and put me in a christian school a few towns away. My life changed. I received Christ as my Saviour one cold Feb. day on the coast of Maine. I didn't understand it all. I wasn't with people. I wasn't in a church. I was literally outside by the ocean and I stuck my hand in my jacket pocket and pulled out a tract. I read it and figured that I had nothing to loose. Jesus met me there that very day.
I wish I could say that I followed Him wholeheartedly all the rest of my days. Unfortunately I stumbled and fell several times. However, He was there to pick me up each and every time. He is faithful. He is just. He is worthy.
The whole point of this post is to be open and honest with those around you. Let them know what God has done in your life. Share the good, bad, and ugly. Be real. When you are real, you give the person opportunity to be real too. God uses our past to heal others, don't hide your past but use it for His glory. There are many people out there that want to hear what God has done. They want to know that there is hope. They want to know that they too will be okay. Listen to Him and be aware of those around you. When He says speak, speak. You never know who will be blessed by hearing what you have to say.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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