Blog Archive - 2012
No resolutions. No great commitments. Just one word this year.
And that word is Gratitude.
I've got so much to say about this word and why I've chose to dedicate this year to Gratitude. I'll be sharing those posts throughout the remainder of this first week of the year.
In the meantime, why don't you head over and join One Word, too?
I spent the majority of 2011 looking forward to what was to come. Dream Year and Little Lights and Teaching and... Oh, whatever else was around the corner at one point or another. It was interesting. I learned a lot. And I'm not finished, either.
But I'm taking a different approach this year.
Facebook lists my occupation (or lack thereof), my interests, and it boasts my friend count.
Twitter gives me 140 characters, and it shows off my followers.
Google Analytics tells me how many people visit this blog, how long they stay here, and which posts they read the most.
Feedburner tells me how many people subscribe to this blog and encourages me to put up a public ticker to boast about that number.
That's just online.
My driver's license lists my age, my height, my weight, and whether or not I'm willing to donate my organs to someone else.
Speak now, speak loud
Erasing every fear, every doubt
I wrote those few lyrics in my journal over a year ago, and I find myself begging these words over and over again. So it's a mystery to me when God speaks as loudly and as clearly as one could hope, and I still tremble in fear and doubt...reduced to tears at the thought of total submission and obedience.
Do you struggle to be obedient, even though you know (intellectually) that God's got your back? Is there a call on your life that scares the ever-living daylights out of you?
A little more than two years ago, my brother told me he was opening up a business. He had a vision to provide local area businesses with the signs and products they needed to stand out and leave an impression in the community.
Opening a business had been a dream for my brother since childhood. All of a sudden, the dream became reality.
He wasn't nervous at all, but that was okay, because I was worried enough for everyone involved! ;)
(Just imagine me saying/chanting that title in the spirit of "Weapon of Choice" by FatBoySlim.)
Now, on to the important stuff...and the not-so-important stuff. :) This is shaping up to be one of those rambly, train-of-thought types of posts. I'll try to start with the important things, so I don't lose you too soon. ;)
Pastor Stacey told this real story during his sermon this morning:
A young boy grew up in a house where the dinner table was surrounded by one of two things: argumentative yells or silence. He did his best to eat his meal quickly without getting yelled at by his father, then he would excuse himself from the table and dash out the back door. Just a few houses down the street, another family was enjoying their dinner. The young boy would crawl under their porch in order to sit and listen to them laugh and talk...treasuring the sounds of a loving family.
James, the half-brother of Christ who refused to believe. Who mocked and scorned. Who was denied by Christ.
James, the devout Jew. Committed as only one who took the Nazarite vow could've been.
James, the pillar of the early Christian Church. Who penned a letter to the twelve tribes scattered among the nations.
I knew you were a girl.
The day we had the 20-week anatomy scan, I knew you were a girl.
The ultrasound technician didn't tell us anything, because we told her we wanted to be surprised. She even told us to look away while she checked out your private parts. But I knew. Somehow, I knew you were a girl.
And I've got a confession, sweetie.
What if I told you that I was going back to school to get my Masters in Social Work so I could become a social worker?
Would you roll your eyes?
Would you say, under your breath, "Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it."?
Would you laugh a little bit and think, "Good gracious, Lindsay, what's next?"
If so, you'd have every right and reason to do so.
Nursing. Elementary Education. Early Childhood Education. Individual and Family Services.
Those are the degree programs I was enrolled in at one point or another while in college.