Over the past few days, there has been a consistent theme that keeps showing up. This quote sums it up:
"It is true that relationships are a whole lot messier than rules, but rules will never give you answers to deep questions of the heart and they will never love you." The Shack
I've never read the Shack. I realize that it's become quite controversial in some Christian circles, but since the author never intended the book to be something people base their theology on, I think it's safe to say that he is an artist who wrote a story. And I can learn something from that story. I read this quote from the book the other day, and it lined up with something that I'd been reading earlier this week about creating a culture of honor in your life.
It's not rules that make us want to protect a relationship. It's not rules that make us want to follow God. It's love.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
found this in my basement
While cleaning up the basement, I found several old journals and some old school notebooks. I opened up the notebook from the very first journalism class that I took several years ago at Frederick Community College, and found this in the middle, surrounded by empty pieces of paper.
"Boxes are meant to be broken. Life tries to put us in a lot of boxes. I want to live with as few boxes as possible--jumping out of them, and if they are too big, finding some way to climb out."
Guess it's time to take reminder from my younger self literally.
"Boxes are meant to be broken. Life tries to put us in a lot of boxes. I want to live with as few boxes as possible--jumping out of them, and if they are too big, finding some way to climb out."
Guess it's time to take reminder from my younger self literally.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
a new journal and a new toothbrush
1-1-11
Here I am at the first day of 2011, along with everyone else in the world, whether or not they keep time in the same way. I will never get to live this day again. Or any day for that matter, but I guess it being the first of the year AND being all the same numbers makes it extra fun to note.
Today marks the beginning of a new year, a new decade.
I decided to throw a lot of things away today, an incredibly therapeutic activity. I still need to go through drawers of clothing and get rid of things that don't fit anymore, as well as the clothing I just haven't worn. I'm realizing how much I don't need, which is making me all the more thankful for the things that I do need--most of them not tangible. It's crazy the flimsy fabrication of safety that is made with the tangibles in life--and how easy it is to waste our whole lives working for those things that make us feel safe, while the living is done outside of that poorly made blanket.
I decided that in addition to filling up trash bags, I would also start the new year off right with a brand new toothbrush! Yes! And a brand new notebook journal (because for some reason I have a hard time writing in the fancy ones). So it's looking like clean teeth and fresh thoughts are coming my way. I'm hoping that the thoughts will be full of revelation from God and also revelation of myself--thoughts that will lead into healing and wholeness and purpose.
Well...here's to 2011. The truth is, I mostly wrote this blog so that I could write 1/1/11. Cheers to what is to come! And thank God for His faithfulness in the last year.
Here I am at the first day of 2011, along with everyone else in the world, whether or not they keep time in the same way. I will never get to live this day again. Or any day for that matter, but I guess it being the first of the year AND being all the same numbers makes it extra fun to note.
Today marks the beginning of a new year, a new decade.
I decided to throw a lot of things away today, an incredibly therapeutic activity. I still need to go through drawers of clothing and get rid of things that don't fit anymore, as well as the clothing I just haven't worn. I'm realizing how much I don't need, which is making me all the more thankful for the things that I do need--most of them not tangible. It's crazy the flimsy fabrication of safety that is made with the tangibles in life--and how easy it is to waste our whole lives working for those things that make us feel safe, while the living is done outside of that poorly made blanket.
I decided that in addition to filling up trash bags, I would also start the new year off right with a brand new toothbrush! Yes! And a brand new notebook journal (because for some reason I have a hard time writing in the fancy ones). So it's looking like clean teeth and fresh thoughts are coming my way. I'm hoping that the thoughts will be full of revelation from God and also revelation of myself--thoughts that will lead into healing and wholeness and purpose.
Well...here's to 2011. The truth is, I mostly wrote this blog so that I could write 1/1/11. Cheers to what is to come! And thank God for His faithfulness in the last year.
miraculously whole
"without any doubt he was
whatever(first and last)
most people fear most:
a mystery for which iv'e
no word except alive
—that is,completely alert
and miraculously whole;"
[e.e.cummings]
whatever(first and last)
most people fear most:
a mystery for which iv'e
no word except alive
—that is,completely alert
and miraculously whole;"
[e.e.cummings]
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