when the clock slows to fast forward.
to wrap us up in a memory that holds the sunrise of hope.
being able to let all the masks fall off.
to fall asleep.
fully present. in beauty.
full of beauty.
*This is my response to the challenge presented by Sarah: “Write a blog post about beauty. Your thoughts, your pain, your triumphs. It can be outer beauty, inner beauty, what you hate, what you love. Anything. Be creative. It can even be a single photo.”
**That right there. written above. that’s when I feel beautiful and fully me. nothing held back.and even though it’s few and far between my heart so wants to feel and find that “fall asleep home” that fully comes from God more often. because in Him is where I am full of beauty.
***So, what about you? What are your thoughts about beauty?
Wow, I feel like my head has been turned upside down and is ready to burst with all the thoughts I have running through it. Thank-you Carrie. Yikes. I have so many blog topics that I want to run with and embrace but now I’m overwhelmed to the point where I don’t know how to pick! So, I’m going to give you a snapshot and then decide later (aka tomorrow or later this week) which topics I want to pursue further with the written word 😉
Me: “How do I live a life with purpose, with meaning, with passion? Does this mean that I have to change jobs? What if I have to move? Will I give up the comforts I’ve embraced to chase after Jesus? Wait a minute…do I even know how to follow Him, yet alone where He’s leading me!?”
“Big ideas…am I thinking too small?”
“Am I an F or a T? Who knows…but personality types sure are interesting”
“I love the deep, searching talks yet so often I leave wondering where to begin and what I need to do. I want to change so many things and figure out things, but…”
“Alright, life…what are we waiting for? I don’t want to live in a ‘when this happens’ life begins kind of state. I want to live life now and embrace my current situation-the good, the bad, all of it. Help me let go of the ‘when I get married or when I have money’ ideas.”
“I’m waiting for someone with passion. I’m not settling.”
“I screwed up. I’m sorry. I sinned and now what am I going to do about it?”
“I got hurt. So what? Jesus was betrayed–he didn’t throw a pity party so neither should I.”
I missed a week of Ministry is Relationships, but here is the synopsis I was given:
The missing *ingredient for relational action in ministry
- equipped-ness } = ACTION
The diagram was a little hard to replicate but hopefully you get the idea that 1,2,3 = Action
Also, the main idea was to put your antennas up and keep them up! Be on the look out for relationships and how to nourish and create relationships.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men
Forgive me, if these thoughts are a little scattered, but they seem to be the main idea. Be aware of your surroundings, notice others, incorporate others, don’t let your groups become exclusive, ect.
I am much more comfortable sticking with the group of friends I have and not being the out-going meet everyone kind of person. The tricky part is to keep your antennas up and be authentic and real. I don’t want to meet people just because “I’m supposed to” or that’s what is “expected” of me. I am drawn to authentic, real people rather than those who seem or appear to be putting on an act of caring.
“Let me say something about that word: miracle. For too long it’s been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant, are entirely normal. Peeping chicks at Easter time, spring generally, a clear sunrise after an overcast week–a miracle, people say, as if they’ve been educated from greeting cards. I’m sorry, but nope. Such things are worth our notice ever day of the week, but to call them miracles evaporates the strength of the word.
Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature. It’s true: They rebut every rule all we good citizens take comfort in. Lazarus obeying orders and climbing out of the grave–now there’s a miracle, and you can bet it upset a lot of folks who were standing around at the time. When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of the earth.”
p. 3 Peace Like a River by Leif Enger