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Unexpected Advent Reading

As I prepare for Christmas, I’m reading some Scripture.Pretty good idea I think.But I’m not reading in Matthew or Luke.I’m in Hebrews.It is turning out to be much more fitting for Advent than I anticipated. First, there’s a lot of talk about angels in chapter one, and I’ve never really studied angels in the Bible before.I highly recommend reading Hebrews 1 in conjunction with the angel stories in the Christmas narrative (Matthew 1:20, 2:13, 2:19, Luke 1:11-20, 1:26-38, 2:8-15).Sometimes angels appear in dreams, sometimes in holy places like the temple, and sometimes in everyday places—like a field where shepherds watch their sheep.Sometimes angels appear to “holy” people like Zechariah (and Elijah, Abraham, Peter, and of course, Jesus).Sometimes they appear to “regular” people like shepherds and Mary, and even idiots like Balaam.This gives me hope.Often, angels announce births, especially unexpected ones, like pregnancies for old, barren women, and of course, for a virgin named Mary.  …

Blue Suede Shoes

I have a pair of blue-fake-suede shoes.They’re 9-years-old.They’re still in my closet.No, I’m not a hoarder; there’s a reason I still have these shoes.These shoes represent part of what I love the most about my husband.He makes me have fun.He makes me put aside the ultra-responsible Angie that sometimes appears.He makes me stop—stop cleaning, stop rushing, stop talking, stop working, stop fretting—stop missing out on some of the best parts of life. On a Friday afternoon in the fall of 2002, I drove for two hours and fifteen minutes from my college to his, Virginia Tech.I’d remembered to pack my Shakespeare book.I’d forgotten to pack comfortable shoes.This shows my priorities. I was a senior English major taking the required senior-level Shakespeare course.We had to read a Shakespeare play a week.When you were a high school freshman, you probably spent an entire nine weeks on Romeo and Juliet.You probably spent four weeks on a Mid-summer Night’s Dream or Hamlet as a sophomore, and maybe …

Self-Denial

I’m cranky about denying myself.Self-denial is for the birds.Of course, it’s also commanded for Christ followers, so I guess I’d better learn how to fly, build a nest, and regurgitate food for my babies. There are two things I’ve been denying myself intentionally.One is unhealthy food.Two is spending money.I’ve been inconsistent at best with #1.I’m doing well with #2.I’m angry about both, and they’re related, and I’m mad about that, too. The first issue—the diet.That’s a four-letter word I’ve never used before.But, a week or so ago, I stepped on the scales.I suspected they’d tell me I weighed as much as I ever have (non-prego).What they told me was much more difficult—I weigh FIVE POUNDS MORE than I’ve ever weighed before.Now some of you are sneering at the “five pounds,” but I ask—Are you 5’2” with a tiny bone structure?There’s not much room for five pounds to hide, and they’re not hiding very well.I cried when I looked at the scale.I knew I hadn’t been to the gym in a while (They mist…

Haven't Stopped Hammering Nails

As a reminder, I'm driving out nails of discontent and replacing them with nails of thanksgiving.  Last night, I got some 9th and 10th graders in on the action--literally.  They selected a nail for each thing they're discontent about, and then they hammered them into wood, thinking of something they were thankful for instead.  (I learned that prior to this summer's mission trips, we will teach them how to hammer nails.)
 56.For a sizable student ministry, because then different ages and social groups can find their places.I take this for granted. 57.For gingerbread 58.And pumpkin 59.And cinnamon 60.And apple 61.And caramel 62.And vanilla 63.And pecan…my favorite scents and flavors, and they’re everywhere right now! 64.For some women who are sharing this journey of “female youth pastor” with me. 65.That I get to teach my son how to pray and to hear his precious words of thanksgiving and requests for help. 66.That my son thanks God for me every night; I know this won’t last forever. 67.…

"I Am" student version

I am not what I do, how much I do, or how well I do it. I am not how pretty I am, how young I am, or how fit I am. I am not my GPA, my SAT score, my weight, my complexion, or my teeth. I am not my phone, my profile pic, or my Facebook status. I am not drum line, football, dance, track, or show choir. I am not my failures or successes, my weaknesses or strengths, my regrets or dreams.
I am a child of God, created by Him, in His image, to do His good works. I am a sinner made into a new creation, free and forgiven, if I confess and turn away. I am part of the body of Christ, and my body is His temple. I am salt, preserving the weak, adding flavor to the bland. I am light, showing others the goodness of God, that they may praise Him. I am loved despite life and death, good and evil, present and future, mountains and canyons, power and weakness;

"I am"

Time for more poetry:)  The second half comes from Scripture.

"I Am"

I am not what I do, how much I do, or how well I do it. I am not how pretty I am, how old I am, or how fit I am. I am not my IQ, my kids, my home, my salary, or my education. I am not my failures or successes, my weaknesses or strengths, my regrets or dreams.

I am a child of God, created by Him, in His image, to do His good works. I am a sinner made into a new creation, free and forgiven, if I confess and turn away. I am part of the body of Christ, and my body is His temple, His dwelling place, where He is revered. I am salt, sustaining the fragile, giving life to the lifeless. I am light, showing others the goodness of God, that they may praise Him. I am loved despite life and death, good and evil, present and future, mountains and canyons, power and weakness; I am loved.

A Notable Week

Last week was notable.  I should've posted about it before now, seeing as how this week is winding down, but that's the pace of life. 

First on the agenda last week was Halloween.  I talk a lot about being a mom on this blog; I think it's time to show you.
As I've already mentioned, last week marked 14 years since my husband and I started dating.  I don't have a problem being 30; I've felt the responsibility of adulthood in my head and heart for a while.  But it is hard to believe that WE are 30.  WE were 16 and stupid and gushy romantic and attached at the hip and idealistic about our future together.  WE are still together.  WE are different.  I'm thankful I'm still part of WE.

Finally, but probably most anticipated, last week marked my baby girl's 1st birthday!  Wow, time goes so much faster with the second one!  Lily was a blast, and all the grandparents behaved at her party.  She is precious, loving, fiesty, stubborn, dramatic, loud, and an abso…

Written Words

Like anyone who’s been educated in the Western world in recent history, I’ve been surrounded by written words my whole life.We work hard to teach our children how to form letters and words and how to read those words, because those skills are essential for our society.My son is three.He can spell his name and “Mom,” “Dad,” and “STOP.”We start this process early. I volunteered for double and triple doses of these written words when I pursued an undergraduate degree in English, a minor in history, and a Masters of Divinity degree.I’ve read.I’ve written.A LOT!Trust me on this one. Probably since I’ve been so engulfed with written words, I’ve taken them for granted and failed to recognize their power.So, I’m reflecting and remembering. I remember my freshman year of college and how my long-distance boyfriend and I wrote each other EVERY DAY.Yes, really.This was before Skype and Facebook (although he wouldn’t have been on it), even before every student had a cell phone and communicated consta…