Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts

Monday, September 13, 2010

::engage::

Engage groups are in the first stages of registration at our church. What are Engage groups, you might ask? Simply put, they're small groups that meet each week (in my case) and get to know each other and God a little better. I've had the honor of participating in lots of small groups over the years, and I'm excited about the one I'm leading this semester. Let me tell you why:

  1. It's all about ladies, and I think girl time is precious.
  2. Quality time with women in their 20s-30s.
  3. Real, live accountability.
  4. Insecurity.
  5. God's grace.
The last two might sound confusing. I chose Beth Moore's book, So Long, Insecurity and I couldn't be more excited to go through it with a group of ladies. As women, we face all types of insecurity - "our battle against advertising's siren call for unattainable physical perfection; the habit of making a man's love the ultimate validation; and the worldly definition of success as money, power, and status." The book delves into these insecurities and shows us God's grace through them all. I'm excited to learn, along with the ladies in the group, how to dig myself out of my insecure rut.

Small groups offer an unbeatable experience - they're the way God intended for us to live: in community. If you live in the Woodbury area, I hope you consider signing up for one (and, if you're a lady in her 20s-30s, I'm a little biased to mine!). :-) Check out registration here.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Thursday Morning Update

So... a week from today we'll be in September. I only have one question: Where did AUGUST go?!

I really feel like life has been flying by. I've had some great opportunities over the past month, but it made time go even faster. I've still been trying to process... I'll give you a little snapshot into my mind.

Jordan and I left for Castaway Club on August 1st and were planning to stay until the 6th as adult guests (a.k.a. the nicest, most relaxing, and spiritually challenging vacation ever). We spent that week going to various planning meetings, spending time on the beach, reading on the deck that overlooked the lake... just soaking it all in. We also spent time getting to know the staff that was at the camp for the month of August. After making some great connections, I ended up staying through August 12th to work at Castaway for a WyldLife week. (if all of this seems like Greek to you, check out www.yl.org)

[note: please don't hate me after reading this. this is called pure, unfiltered honesty...]
Throughout the first week, Jordan and I were faced with materialism, which forced us to reevaluate our priorities and values. I'm still processing, but it was clear to me that stuff is a barrier in my ability to have freedom in life through Christ. I find myself comparing what I have to what others have and always wanting more. I have a list a mile long of all the things I want - when does it get to the point that that list starts to control the person I am?

For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. People who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge men into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs. (1 Timothy 6:7-10)
I have a birthday coming up, and my mind naturally drifts toward my wish list of gifts (this is where that "don't hate me" thing comes into play). I could easily rattle off 20 things I'd love to receive for my birthday... and they're all material. On Twitter, I follow a great organization called Charity Water and I've been seeing their marketing to give up your birthday - meaning to ask for donations to their organization instead of gifts or money. Welcome, conflict. As much as I'd love a heaping pile of gifts and money, I can't help but remember that there are people all over the world who have much less than I do - even down to suitable drinking water. So I'm stuck in the tension of what I want vs. what other people need. The answer should be clear, but sometimes it seems hard to discern... mostly because I'm human and sometimes the right thing just doesn't seem as fun for me. :-) I can sit here and justify the reason that I need money (trip to NYC, trip to Vail this winter, we're "poor" newlyweds, etc., etc.), but I have a pit in my stomach. People don't have water. I already have two trips planned (that we can afford... any extra $$ would just be for fun spending... of more stuff that I really don't need). Anyway. Hopefully I'm not the only person who gets stuck in this tension - Jordan even said he thinks it's a good tension to feel. It means that I'm actually processing the "in this world, not of it" part of being a Christian. Tough stuff.
If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. (John 15:19)
 Our Young Life experience was incredible. An amazing vacation - mostly because it combined relaxation with great times of ministry and spiritual growth. We were challenged personally and as a couple, and I'm so thankful that we got to have this experience.

Much more I could write, but this is getting long. I'll leave you with this fun picture of us parasailing (gotta love the windblown look).

Monday, August 16, 2010

where i see God

Can you see it?

As Jordan and I were driving home from my two weeks at Castaway (one of the greatest places on earth), I couldn't help but stare at the sky. See those beams of light? I've never seen anything like it. So, naturally I forced Jordan to pull over so we could take pictures.

Now, I've seen beams of light coming from the sun sneaking behind clouds. But in this case, we were looking east as the sun was setting in the west. It was like God crafted our own little light show. And it was beautiful. Where these beams were coming from is beyond me... The only answer I have is the Creator.



"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands..."
-Psalm 19:1

Friday, July 23, 2010

Epiphany

I'm always inspired to write after my book club Wednesday nights. This week we discussed the chapters about vulnerability and forgiveness. They go together like cookies and milk. Nail polish and toe dividers. :-) So many incredible realizations last night, but one that really stands out for me. Regarding forgiveness, Paula Rinehart said (I'm paraphrazing)... that it starts with one big YES of forgiveness and is followed by lots of little yesses throughout the years.

Forgiveness would be so much easier if it really was the "forgive and forget" type of experience our culture seems stuck on. Forgetting just doesn't happen... but it doesn't have to turn into holding a grudge. It simply means continuing to say YES to forgiving. I've experienced this in so many ways in my life, and for a long time I couldn't figure out why I hadn't forgotten the "incident" I had already forgiven. We just don't work like that.

Forgiveness, vulnerability, and love are all choices we have to make... over and over again. Luckily, we have a great example of how to do that. His name is Jesus and He's a pretty cool guy. :-)

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Pray

After reading through this blog, my issues don't seem so important... Please take a few minutes to watch the video and pray for this family: http://prayfordaisy.com

Thursday, July 01, 2010

A Breath of Fresh Air

Wednesdays are quickly becoming my new favorite day. Most people hate this "hump day", but I have new reason to look forward to it... in two words...

Book. Club.

I don't really like reading. I've attempted other book clubs, but found myself bored with the book or not caring enough about it to read. This time is different.

I know I've talked about it before, but we're reading "Strong Women, Soft Hearts" by Paula Rinehart and it has quickly risen to the top of my list of favorite books. It's addressing all the right issues for me at this time in my life, and it's bonding our group of girls together so closely.

Last week, we had the incredible opportunity to spend the night with Vivian, Katie's spiritual mentor and a well-known spiritual leader in the Twin Cities. She and Katie spent time praying over each of us individually and shared some great promises and blessings God has for us. The timing was perfect and they spoke about things that I had literally journaled just hours before. It's so cool to see God working through people to bless others.

Last night, we had the chance to spend some time reflecting on Ephesians 3:14-21. Talking through the strength God can give us, the faith we need to have, and the love that He gives to us was so enriching. We spent time reflecting on the previous week and just talking about how we can give God glory through all the things we do. Every time I leave our book club on Wednesdays, I feel lighter and as though we just spent two hours with Jesus. Pretty cool. Book club ladies, if you're reading, thanks so much for the light you have brought and continue to bring into my life each week.

I'll leave you with some Ephesians. So much truth and so much beauty in these words. Thanks, Paul. :-)

For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Roots

I had a root canal on Tuesday. I can honestly say I haven't been that scared in a long time. Even despite my mom's and mother-in-law's best attempts to tell me that it won't be any big deal, I sat in the chair with shaking hands as the doctor pumped me full of Novacane. Four (or five... I lost count) shots later, and I was numb from my chin to my ear and felt much better about the procedure. Now, two days later, I'm sore, but it really is no worse than a filling... as long as I don't attempt to eat on it or open my mouth very wide (you were right, Mom... there, I said it.) :-)

Besides getting my teeth drilled, I've been feeling drawn back to my roots lately. After a great phone call with my mom on Sunday, it reminded me about how important family is. As we're (and by we I mean my parents) working on finding a good new place for my grandma, it brings up so many emotions. The one I was most struck by with my mom was compassion. When I asked her why she can't just go to school during the day and be with my grandma at night, she said something along the lines of "Because she's my mom and has been so good to me and taken such good care of me. Now it's my turn to do the same for her. I won't just leave her alone." Well said. What goes around comes around, and I can't imagine how hard it is to make some of the decisions they've had to make lately... especially when you care so much about your mother. Thankfully, they were able to find a good place about 15 minutes from their house that has 24-hour care and a lot of nice amenities. The bonus is that it shouldn't cost an arm and a leg to live there (just an arm...). It'll be nice to see Grandma get the care she needs and my parents able to sleep at night.

We were lucky enough to spend Memorial Day weekend with Jordan's extended family. We spent Sunday with his dad's side of the family (which boasts incredible closeness, faith, and humor) and Monday with his mom's family (which boasts great food, lots of fun, and pretty impressive softball skills). It's a lot of fun for me to spend time with a large family (ahem, I have no brothers, sisters, grandpas, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc...). The dynamics are so much different from what I grew up with, but it's so much fun. We got some much needed time in the sun and time to relax, plus a fun excuse to bust out my first baseman's softball glove from way back when.

Hoping to post some pictures from this last weekend. Jordan is still loving our Canon Rebel XS, so there were tons of pictures taken!

Friday, May 28, 2010

What Makes Me Happy...

Over on Kelly's Korner, she's sharing about things that make her happy. What a great idea, especially when one of the things that makes me so happy is a day like today (a beautiful, sunny Friday with an extended weekend!!!).
  • My incredible husband, Jordan
  • My family - the Hoods and Lindstedts
  • Learning something new
  • A great book with tons of new insight (also, relearning to love reading!)
  • Meeting new people and watching relationships form
  • Listening and helping someone
  • Peace and quiet!
  • A perfectly made bed - with hospital corners and everything!
  • Babies
  • Praying for someone
  • Playing piano and singing - especially leading worship
  • Giving people gifts
  • Trying a new recipe - and loving it!
  • Flowers - especially hydrangeas, ranunculus, and peonies
  • A deep conversation
  • Understanding the amazing truth that my Saviour died so that I may live
  • Sharing that truth with others!
Hope you have a great Memorial Day weekend!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

con·tent·ed

con·tent·ed (adj.): feeling or showing satisfaction with one's possessions, status, or situation

This word has been on my mind for the last few days. All my life, I've been looking ahead to the next stage or the next big event. When I was 5, I wished I was 10. When I was 10, I longed for 16. I dreamed about my wedding day since I started playing with Barbies (which was pretty young!). You get the point.

So, now that I've hit most of the milestones I always looked forward to, I find myself wondering "What next?". I got my driver's license. I graduated from high school. I turned 21. I graduated from college. I got married. We bought a house. It feels like the only thing left is to have babies, but that's not going to happen for a while (even though there are days I wish it would happen right now!).

I was recently telling Jordan that I'm feeling bored because I don't have "the next thing" to research on Google. First it was the wedding, then the house, then furniture for the house, and now... what? Even though I'm sure you could throw tons of ideas my way at this point, I find myself being reminded to be content where I am for a while. I can easily get consumed by the fun ideas of being a stay at home mom (which is my goal someday!), but for now, I work at a chiropractor's office and I have the freedom of a new marriage (a.k.a. no little ones to worry about!). I need to embrace this stage of life and stop dreaming ahead... which is very difficult for me to do.

I think ahead because I feel like I need to be prepared for what's to come. Worrying has been a part of my life for a while, but I'm starting to realize (thanks to the gentle prodding of my husband) that there's no point to it. There's already a plan that I don't know about... constructed by Someone who knows what I need a lot better than I do. Check this out:
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:25-34 (NIV)
What a relief. It's not up to me. I can be content today.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Beautiful Reminder

As summer approaches, I'm getting more and more excited about the beginning of our all-girls book club. I'll be leading it with one of my great friends, Katie, and the book we've chosen has me more than ready to get this thing started! What was supposed to be a "small" gathering of girls quickly expanded, and I'm excited to have around 14 of us who are going to grow together this summer!

We chose to read the book Strong Women, Soft Hearts by Paula Rinehart. I must admit, I was slightly apprehensive to choose this book because I thought it might be for "old" ladies... but then I read part of Paula's blog and a synopsis of the book, and I was in. I immediately bought it off Amazon and started reading when it arrived in my mailbox.

So what has me so pumped about this? Let me share a little snippet from Chapter 2 (the chapter's about desire) that totally hit home:

"'When we are wholly His we will be more ourselves than ever.' What an incredible thought! The more completely we belong to Christ, the more of our real selves we become. Reclaiming my heart in the sense of owning my longings has been like entering a pantry and finally getting the labels on the right jars. To a greater extent, I have God's permission to live out the truth of who I am - to believe that my desires are not an accident, a mistake, or a nuisance. It is the definition of joy to be able to offer back to God the essence of what He's placed in you, be that creativity or a love of ideas or a compassionate heart or the gift of hospitality." (Strong Women, Soft Hearts by Paula Rinehart, p. 24)

Friends, my sweet husband has heard me reiterate this a million times already and I haven't even gotten to discuss it with our book club! This paragraph must have been written FOR ME. Don't you just love it when that happens... when it seems like an author was looking at your picture when she wrote?! It's hard for me to even find the right words to explain why this means so much to me. I think many of us feel like we have to fit a certain "perfect Christian" mold - but this defies that. We are called to be our true selves - and to give that over to God. That's the tricky part - because self-will has a way of creeping in.

I've been so good at putting on the pretty facade and trying to do everything the way I think it should be done, all the while forgetting that I should be first looking to God for direction. So much easier said than done! :-) I've been trying to do this for a couple years now, and sometimes I'll succeed and other times, not so much. I'm looking forward to starting a more intentional shift in life - God first, my plans second.

To those of you in our summer book club, I can't wait to share this book with you!
For a more in depth look at this book, check out the Bloom Book Club here. They're doing video discussion of each chapter - love it!

Friday, April 09, 2010

grate.ful

grate.ful - appreciative of benefits received



joy.ful - experiencing, causing, or showing joy
thank.ful - conscious of benefit received

Friday, April 02, 2010

Good Friday

The good parts about this day:
  • it's my brother-in-law, Colin's birthday!
  • it's our 6 month anniversary (I'm sure in a few years I'll look back on this and laugh at myself for feeling like it's been "so long"!)
  • it's the day Jesus died to save us from our sins.
I'm hoping to find time tonight to spend in reflection over today's events (thousands of years ago). I hope you can do the same. Maybe you could start by reading this:
 Matthew 27: 11-61 
Now Jesus was standing before Pilate, the Roman governor. “Are you the king of the Jews?” the governor asked him. 
Jesus replied, “You have said it.”
But when the leading priests and the elders made their accusations against him, Jesus remained silent. “Don’t you hear all these charges they are bringing against you?” Pilate demanded. But Jesus made no response to any of the charges, much to the governor’s surprise.
 Now it was the governor’s custom each year during the Passover celebration to release one prisoner to the crowd—anyone they wanted. This year there was a notorious prisoner, a man named Barabbas. As the crowds gathered before Pilate’s house that morning, he asked them, “Which one do you want me to release to you—Barabbas, or Jesus who is called the Messiah?” (He knew very well that the religious leaders had arrested Jesus out of envy.)
 Just then, as Pilate was sitting on the judgment seat, his wife sent him this message: “Leave that innocent man alone. I suffered through a terrible nightmare about him last night.”
 Meanwhile, the leading priests and the elders persuaded the crowd to ask for Barabbas to be released and for Jesus to be put to death. So the governor asked again, “Which of these two do you want me to release to you?”
   The crowd shouted back, “Barabbas!”
 Pilate responded, “Then what should I do with Jesus who is called the Messiah?”
   They shouted back, “Crucify him!”
  “Why?” Pilate demanded. “What crime has he committed?”
   But the mob roared even louder, “Crucify him!”
  Pilate saw that he wasn’t getting anywhere and that a riot was developing. So he sent for a bowl of water and washed his hands before the crowd, saying, “I am innocent of this man’s blood. The responsibility is yours!”
 And all the people yelled back, “We will take responsibility for his death—we and our children!”
 So Pilate released Barabbas to them. He ordered Jesus flogged with a lead-tipped whip, then turned him over to the Roman soldiers to be crucified.
 Some of the governor’s soldiers took Jesus into their headquarters and called out the entire regiment. They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him. They wove thorn branches into a crown and put it on his head, and they placed a reed stick in his right hand as a scepter. Then they knelt before him in mockery and taunted, “Hail! King of the Jews!” And they spit on him and grabbed the stick and struck him on the head with it. When they were finally tired of mocking him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him again. Then they led him away to be crucified.

Along the way, they came across a man named Simon, who was from Cyrene,and the soldiers forced him to carry Jesus’ cross. And they went out to a place called Golgotha (which means “Place of the Skull”). The soldiers gave him wine mixed with bitter gall, but when he had tasted it, he refused to drink it.
 After they had nailed him to the cross, the soldiers gambled for his clothes by throwing dice. Then they sat around and kept guard as he hung there. A sign was fastened to the cross above Jesus’ head, announcing the charge against him. It read: “This is Jesus, the King of the Jews.” Two revolutionaries were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left.
 The people passing by shouted abuse, shaking their heads in mockery.  “Look at you now!” they yelled at him. “You said you were going to destroy the Temple and rebuild it in three days. Well then, if you are the Son of God, save yourself and come down from the cross!”
 The leading priests, the teachers of religious law, and the elders also mocked Jesus. “He saved others,” they scoffed, “but he can’t save himself! So he is the King of Israel, is he? Let him come down from the cross right now, and we will believe in him! He trusted God, so let God rescue him now if he wants him! For he said, ‘I am the Son of God.’” Even the revolutionaries who were crucified with him ridiculed him in the same way.

At noon, darkness fell across the whole land until three o’clock. At about three o’clock, Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” which means “My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?”
 Some of the bystanders misunderstood and thought he was calling for the prophet Elijah. One of them ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, holding it up to him on a reed stick so he could drink. But the rest said, “Wait! Let’s see whether Elijah comes to save him.”
 Then Jesus shouted out again, and he released his spirit. At that moment the curtain in the sanctuary of the Temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. The earth shook, rocks split apart, and tombs opened. The bodies of many godly men and women who had died were raised from the dead. They left the cemetery after Jesus’ resurrection, went into the holy city of Jerusalem, and appeared to many people.
 The Roman officer and the other soldiers at the crucifixion were terrified by the earthquake and all that had happened. They said, “This man truly was the Son of God!”
 And many women who had come from Galilee with Jesus to care for him were watching from a distance. Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary (the mother of James and Joseph), and the mother of James and John, the sons of Zebedee.

As evening approached, Joseph, a rich man from Arimathea who had become a follower of Jesus, went to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body. And Pilate issued an order to release it to him. Joseph took the body and wrapped it in a long sheet of clean linen cloth. He placed it in his own new tomb, which had been carved out of the rock. Then he rolled a great stone across the entrance and left. Both Mary Magdalene and the other Mary were sitting across from the tomb and watching.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Neglected

No, I haven't been neglected... but my blog has been.

Sorry for the hiatus, it just hasn't been at the top of my priority list these days. With Easter coming up, and all of the extra hours surrounding the campaign at church, and our new meal group, not to mention other random things, it's been a little crazy. I can't remember how many people I've told, "I'll get back to you after Easter...". Ah, the joys of being a pastor's wife!

There are so many things to update you on that I hardly know where to start.
  • I had my first of 6 dental appointments two weeks ago. I must say, I'm very impressed with this dentist. Good thing, since I'll be getting to know him pretty well over the next couple months!
  • Jordan and I had a wonderful getaway at his parents' cabin - a much needed time of rest, relaxation, and awesome conversations. So glad I married this guy.
  • My most favorite hair stylist, Tyler, moved back to MN from Texas. I went to see him last Saturday and he worked his magic. Check out Denny Kemp Salon if you live in the cities - oh, and ask for Tyler!
  • Our meal group is up and running. I've been loving forming this new community of 20-30 somethings. We've had some incredible times of prayer and discussion. Love it.
  • Jordan and I were blessed by a "donor" to cover my enormous dental bill. This person's reasoning? "This is what church should be." Wow. I've been going to church for 23 years and have never personally experienced such generosity and humility. Someone truly holding their finances with an open hand. This really IS what church should be. Amazing. We are blessed.
  • Jordan and I are also signed up for a week at CASTAWAY!!! We were invited to be adult guests at one of my favorite Young Life camps this summer (Castaway) and we immediately checked with our bosses and said YES! Jordan doesn't know much (if anything) about Young Life, and I'm so excited for him to experience it first hand. If you didn't know, YL was an incredibly formative part of my walk with Jesus, so it's so special that I get to share that with Jordan now. Yay!
That's about it for now. I can't get over all the ways God has been blessing us lately. He is so good.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

It's the little things

I woke up this morning to the sound of rain and thunder. This made me think about the little things in life that bring me such great joy. Here's my list:
  • thunderstorms
  • waking up next to my love
  • breakfast in bed
  • freshly painted nails
  • a really good massage
  • handwritten cards and letters
  • days with no agenda
  • finding a really great deal
  • my parents' puppy licking my toes
  • dark chocolate
  • sitting by the fireplace
  • staying up late with great conversations
  • Debussy
I could go on and on... that's a good start, though. What are the little things that bring you great joy?

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Reverting

*written on 2/18*

So I have one pair of black pants. I have been washing them more in the past months due to a new job that doesn't allow comfy, casual attire, and when I put them on today I noticed they seemed a bit shorter than they used to. I figured they'd stretch themselves out throughout the day, so I wore them anyway and kind of forgot about it... Until just a few minutes ago I noticed I've been pulling on my pants all day and having weird middle school memories.....

When I was about 10, I was taller than my third grade teacher and kids were beginning to notice that I was one of the tallest people in the class... and soon, the school. That's right - the school. I distinctly remember going to a high school basketball game with my parents and one of the cooler, much more stylish high school girls pointing and snickering to her girlfriends about the girl with the highwaters. As if that wasn't enough, she went out of her way to ask me if I thought a flood was coming - because I was wearing right pants if there was one! Mortified, I swore to myself that I would never again have short pants. This lead to scavenging through piles of jeans and pants at various stores looking for "long" or (even better) "EXTRA long" pants. Now I never buy a pair of jeans unless it says "35 inch inseam" on it.

Now, I have been walking around, all self-conscious today, all because of my stupid highwater experience. My initial reaction is that it's time to go shopping for some new pants (plus, it probably wouldn't hurt to have more than one pair of black pants). My secondary reaction is, "Kristen, get over yourself." I think that's what God's been screaming at me the past few weeks... I've just been ignoring Him. Until now.

I've found myself caught in this world of self-judging (is that a term?... well, it is now). I'm constantly thinking about how I can make myself better and how I should lose 25 pounds and get a new, cooler wardrobe, etc., etc. Somehow, I've only recently realized that maybe I should start focusing on how to make myself better, but in ways like reading the Bible more, praying more consistently and more meaningfully, bettering myself physically for the reason that my body is God's temple, not for all of the vain reasons I usually think of. And now you see my new path: Taking the focus off of me and starting to focus more on God. Doing things because they will glorify Him... not because my friends will tell me how great I look or how cool I am.

So, friends, let's see where this gets us. :-)