reverie

I was born in the wrong decade, or maybe even the wrong century.  I am sure of this.  Just as sure as I am that God doesn't make mistakes.  How can both be true?  How am I living in the age of social media when I feel so much more drawn toward the age of sock hops?  Very often in this life we are called to live in the tension between what should be and what is.  The tension between the eternal and the temporal, the holy and the worldly.  This tension allows us and encourages us to approach the world how it is and do what we can to make it a little more like how it should be. In a world where courting has devolved into "talking" or "hanging out" or "hooking up," those of us who are old fashioned can try to help pull things back from that ledge.  I'd rather be single and steadfast in my values than get caught up in a world where guys are afraid to say the word date let alone actually ask a girl to go on one.  Hopefully by expecting to be treated ho

I take comfort in knowing that if God has marriage in mind for me it will be better than my daydreams.*  If He doesn't, that will be better too.  It's been a long road to get to a place where I trust God enough with my future and my heart that I can write this, believe it, and not delete it out of fear it may actually come true. God knows my desire to marry and raise a family.  If you've been around here much, you know it too.  But I know that God can shape and refine the desires of my heart for my good and the good of His kingdom. I'm realizing that it's no mistake that we often talk about comfort in terms of "finding" or "taking" it.  Comfort isn't something that accidentally appears in your life.  Comfort requires action.  Sometimes that action is on the part of others through prayer, hugs, shoulders to cry on, or ears to hear. I wrote that first part over a year ago.  As it turns out, I could write it, but not quite post it y

Me about 11:50pm this evening: Lalala, I'm just going to go take the sheets out of the dryer and dry the next load. *Open dryer.  See cockroach inside.* Ahhhh! Being nearly midnight at the time, my "Ahhhh!" was whispered.  I ran back to my room to regroup, leaving the dryer open and only briefly considering how much worse it would be if the cockroach relocated. Several minutes later I put on some shoes, regrouped, and went back to face my foe.  The nasty creature was still in the same place.  I won't go into details, but I was victorious.  It helped rather significantly that the cockroach was already dead.  Dry roasted, as it were.  Perhaps a delicacy to some.  *Heebie jeebies.* Is tilting at cockroaches character building?  I think it might be.  Though, I wouldn't be sad if I had a husband around who wouldn't be mad that I woke him up at midnight to vanquish a bug.  Do men like that exist? I'm kidding. Mostly. Prior to this incident, I was

This morning I had the opportunity to attend a church service that was also the church's 25th anniversary celebration.  Such a joyous celebration of God's glory, faithfulness, and provision seemed so fitting for Palm Sunday.  Maybe it's just me, but it seems Palm Sunday is so easily overlooked.  I remember celebrating Palm Sunday as a child with palm leaves in church and shouts of "Hosanna!"  People celebrated Jesus' arrival in Jerusalem.  And even though things would take quite a turn over the course of the week to follow, I think it is important to remember all of the parts of Holy Week. This is a week that starts with joy, moves toward fear & sorrow, and ends with hope.  Because of Jesus' crucifixion, death, and resurrection, we can have hope.  We have the hope of salvation.  This can be a heavy week as we reflect on the sacrifice Jesus made to save us from our sins, but it's also a week of joy and hope.  I love this week because God so loved

Prior to this week, I can't remember the last time I listened to Copeland.  That's kind of crazy to me considering how instrumental Copeland's music was to me surviving the earlier days in LA .  Near the end of my time in LA, my older younger brother and I got to see Copeland at a tiny & wonderful venue there.  Not too long after that Copeland was no more . . . until now that is. On April Fool's day Copeland announced that they had reunited to put out a new album.  My older younger brother informed me of this news, however we weren't entirely sure if it was a cruel prank or a delightful surprise.  The fact is if you have actual news to release on April 1st, you're going to have a bad time.  And the recipients of your news are going to have a bad time trying to figure out if you're joking or not. Well I am quite happy to report that Copeland's news was real.  Hazaa!  You can check out & purchase a new song from the upcoming album here .  The s

If you've been around much over the past (almost) 10 years of the life of this blog, you've probably seen me extol the virtues of February a time or two.  Holy cow!  Can you believe it's been 10 years?  That also means that I have been friends with Shauna (who is the coolest) for 10 years.  Wow!  What a blessing.  Shauna is the lovely friend who got me into blogging. I digress, back to February.  It's a delightful month full of wonder, whimsy, and willy nilliness.  Wonder as in, "I wonder how many 'R's are in February and where you put them."  Whimsy can be found in weather-predicting rodentia.  And no one can deny the willy nilly nature of the number of days to be found in the month.  All of these things and much more make February unique & fantastic. Other highlights include the triumphant return of baseball.  My Red Sox enter the 2014 season as reigning World Series champions.  That feels great. And of course the number one reason for Febr

"The world is full of evil and lies and pain and death.  And you can't hide from it, you can only face it.  The question is, when you do, how do you respond?  Who do you become?"  - Phil Coulson, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I loved this speech from last week's episode of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.   Coulson's world has been turned upside down, and when he delivers news that should be similarly devastating to someone else, she reacts in an altogether surprising way.  A way that restores some of his faith in humanity.  That's powerful. So who do you become?  Do you let the fallen world destroy your soul, or do face it and cling to Jesus?  He has defeated evil and lies and pain and death.  He endured them all and won.  He won for you.  So if you are searching for good and truth and joy and life, I recommend going to the source.  Who you'll become when you do, well it just might astound you.  I hope you'll dive in and find out.  It'll change your life.