There are a couple of reasons why I like this song.
First, I absolutely love the instrumentals and Francesca’s voice…so unique!!
Most importantly, I love the words…
I lost my keys in the great unknown
And call me please ‘Cuz I can’t find my phone
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I’m blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You’re doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use
45 in a 35
Sirens and fines while I’m running behind
Whoa
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I’m blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You’re doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use
So break me of impatience
Conquer my frustrations
I’ve got a new appreciation
It’s not the end of the world
Oh Oh Oh
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff
Someone save me
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I’m blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
And I’ve gotta trust You know exactly what You’re doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use
Oh Oh Oh Oh
This is the stuff You use
The message of this song is so simple and powerful.
God uses EVERYTHING in our lives to bring us closer to Him.
I find it incredibly reassuring to know that God weaves all of the “stuff” of my life into a beautiful work of art. All I have to do is trust Him.
We sang the following song at church this morning…
The words of this song really speak to me…especially because I teach at a school in which all of the students are Muslim (not that it is a requirement to be Muslim to attend, and several non-Muslim children have attended over the years).
When I first accepted the job, I got a lot of funny looks and comments when I told people where I would be working.
I’ll admit that my nerves were on edge. I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that my principal and the other gal who had interviewed me had seemed very open and accepting of my Christian faith.
Of course, if you’ve been reading my blog during the last few months, you have read about how much I have grown to love my students.
I teach English.
Sometimes we talk about religion. Sometimes we talk about politics.
That’s part of education.
You know what?
These kids are just like my principal.
They accept our differences.
My friend, Jane, has shared the same journey because we teach at the same school. She is a Christian as well, and she has grown to love the students and the staff as much as I have.
Jane is around 60 years old. She is a little spit-fire. Last week, she got a teensy bit miffed at a certain famous person who has a talk show.
Jane wrote a letter to the editor of Podunk, USA’s paper.
One of my students blogged about it, which is how I found out Jane had written it.
I went online to read the letter, and it was good.
It was real good.
But the comments that followed online were bad.
They were very bad.
They were written by people who simply have no clue about what God calls His children to do.
This brings me back to the song up above.
God calls us to follow Him.
God calls us to love others just as He loved us.
Jane and I are doing that.
God calls us all to do different things and to go different places. Who are we to refuse His call if it goes against the political correctness of where we live?
Jane and I are certainly not perfect. Sometimes, we lose our tempers. We apologize. Then, we screw up again. Then we apologize. Then we run to each others’ classrooms and vent and hug.
Then we go back and teach these wonderful children who may seem different on the outside but on the inside are just like the rest of the world’s population.
Valentine’s Day brings with it thoughts of chocolate, flowers, and hearts.
Oh yeah. There’s also the little thing called L-O-V-E.
I wonder how many people stop to consider what love really means.
Is it the person who gets you chocolate when you’re really stressed over a college paper? Been there and done that.
Is it the person who sends you flowers after you finish taking your last exam of your college career? Been there and done that too.
Sure, it is those things, but love is so much more.
True love was first exemplified through the sacrificial gift of Jesus on the cross.
Here was a man who did absolutely nothing wrong in his entire life. He could have died and been ushered into the presence of God (heck, He is God).
But still…Jesus knew that WE would never be able to stand before the throne of God without a payment being exacted for sins committed during our lives on earth.
Jesus demonstrated true love when He accepted the cup placed before Him and allowed himself to be tortured and executed for crimes He never committed.
I learned a new word this week in one of my certification classes:
EXEMPLAR
An exemplar is a model of an assignment that teachers provide to students. The model serves the purpose of helping students comprehend a teacher’s expectations.
You might remember being in school and watching as your teacher held up examples of what your work was supposed to look like.
In much the same way, Christ exemplifies how we are supposed to live our lives.
Jesus modeled faith — even through the horrible ordeal He went through when He suffered on the cross.
Jesus also modeled good works by loving those who followed after Him. He cared for them. He taught them. He took care of their physical and spiritual needs. He loved to the point of dying for sins He never even committed.
We are, in essence, students of the Great Teacher. Our assignments are to believe in Him and share the Good News with others.
It would be wrong to say that we don’t know how to do this.
Every weekday morning, I drop Rooster off at his school and go straight from there to my own school.
I walk into my classroom, boot up my computer, and get Pandora going. If you’re not familiar with Pandora, it is a free, online web site. You can customize the virtual radio station to play your favorite songs or genres.
I have my account set to play Contemporary Christian music.
This morning, the first song I heard was this…
Although I have listened to this song before (in fact, I have most of the words memorized), I was moved to tears.
I went onto YouTube and listened to the song again…this time watching the video.
Oh my gosh. More tears.
During the Christmas season, we typically focus on the birth of Jesus; however, I am afraid that we sometimes get stuck worshiping the baby. It’s usually at Easter when we look at Jesus, the man.
Everything surrounding the birth of Christ foreshadowed His death, which would follow a mere thirty three years later.
I don’t know why this point is hitting home with me so much more this year. I suspect it is because I teach at a Muslim school, where Jesus is only thought of as a prophet.
It is almost as if my senses have been heightened. Some of the kids are curious about Christmas, and I fielded a few questions this week…especially about the commercialism of the holiday.
I read a few blogs, and several people have mentioned being stressed by the craziness of the season.
And there I sit, every single weekday, in my small green classroom…which functions as the center of my world right now.
In some ways, I feel detached from the festivities that surround the holiday.
I don’t have time to shop. I am scrambling…putting the finishing touches on this term’s lesson plans while, at the same time, doing my best to get ahead on next term’s.
As a result, I think that Christmas has been stripped down a bit.
Do I mind?
Not really.
I don’t think that I am lacking in Christmas cheer. I think that my focus is simply different.
I teach five classes that are comprised of children who do not understand that Christmas is so much more than pretty lights, trees, and ribbons.
Christmas is about the most precious gift that was ever bestowed on man…God in human form.
He humbled Himself and came to us in the form of a baby boy. This child would grow up and ultimately give up His life, of His own free will, for a world of sinful people.
This is what makes me cry when I hear the song above. God did not just create us and leave us alone, knowing that our sins would lead us to spend eternity in hell.
No.
He remembered us.
He planned our redemption from the very moment He created the world.
I don’t know about you, but when I attend church services on Sundays, one or two main points usually stick in my mind as I walk away.
Such was the morning.
My heart had been a little heavy.
If you’ve been reading my blog for very long, you know that I teach at a school that is geared primarily toward Muslim students.
You might also remember that I am a Christian.
For the most part, this has not been a big deal. I teach English, and though we sometimes mention religion, we do not have deep discussions about it.
The challenge for me is making sure my beliefs and faith are demonstrated through my actions.
I cannot preach to my students, but I can show them God’s love. I can show them that there are Christians who will not judge them.
I want so badly to share the Good News with them. I long to tell them that I worship THE God who lives among His people today through the presence of the Holy Spirit. I am forgiven, not by my works but through the redeeming blood of God’s Son, Jesus Christ.
The differences between my students’ religion and mine became even clearer this week when one of them paused while reading the song that she had selected to accompany the project we had just done in class. Although the lyrics were only being read out, this student stopped at one point because she did not feel comfortable reading the next lines.
I later read those lyrics, and I realized that they spoke of Jesus’ redemptive work on the cross.
I understood her point, and I respected her. Had I been in the same place, I would have done the same thing. I remember a contestant on Survivor (several seasons ago) who refused to enter a Buddhist temple to pray with the other contestants. She was the first person voted off.
I would have made the same decision.
So, when my pastor encouraged us to keep sharing our faith, whether it was by simply loving others or inviting them to church, or whatever, I sat up straighter.
All I can do is what I’ve been doing. I can do that and pray.
Actions speak louder than words. They can be the catalyst for questions that might lead to understanding.
We sang the song, “Jesus Paid It All,” and oh my word…it was a sermon all on its own.
Here are the beautiful words to this song:
I hear the Savior say
Thy strength indeed is small
Child of weakness watch and pray
Find in me thine all in all
Jesus paid it all
All to him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow
Lord now indeed I find
Thy power and thine alone
Can change the lepers spots
And melt the heart of stone
Jesus paid it all
All to him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow
It’s washed away! All my sin! And all my shame!
And when before the throne
I stand in him complete
Jesus died my soul to save
My lips shall still repeat
Jesus paid it all
All to him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow
Oh praise the one who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead (x6)
Jesus paid it all
All to him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed it white as snow
My pastor dismissed us with a beautiful benediction. Tears filled my eyes as he prayed that we would be energized this week. That was exactly what I needed.
I am so thankful that God heard the unspoken mutterings of my heart. He is so good!
This title entered my vocabulary on Sunday morning.
At first, church goers might have thought they had entered a seminary class. However, this was not the case.
The newest pastor at my church, a young and very intelligent man, was standing in the pulpit (or on the stage, if I am going to be accurate) and sounding a bit like the Baptist preachers I had grown up listening to.
This phrase was coined by Christian Smith and Melinda Lundquist Denton, two sociologists who studied what, exactly, it is that teenagers call “religion.”
Please allow me to copy the basic points, which were posted on the screen at church and which I found on this site…
1. A God exists who created and ordered the world and watches over human life on earth.
2. God wants people to be good, nice, and fair to each other, as taught in the Bible and by most world religions.
3. The central goal of life is to be happy and to feel good about oneself.
4. God does not need to be particularly involved in one’s life except when God is needed to resolve a problem.
5. Good people go to heaven when they die.
Now, these things don’t sound particularly bad, do they?
Or do they?
That, my folks, is what I am going to call watered-down Christianity. It loosely resembles something religious, but its true heart is NOT Christ. How can it be?
Compare MTD to what Jesus says in Matthew 16:24-26…
24Then Jesus said to his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. 25For whoever wants to save his lifewill lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it. 26What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?
Do you notice any differences?
The MTD creed is “me” centered… that God exists solely to make sure “I” am happy and all of “my” problems are fixed.
Let me fill you in on a little secret.
God did not create us so that He could serve us.
It was the other way around.
He created us so we would glorify Him and serve Him.
SHOCKER! Especially in this world where there’s nothing better than to be waited upon hand and foot.
You know what’s even more shocking? The fact that He KNEW we would screw up the single task He gave us, and, thus, He provided a way back to Him through the sacrifice and resurrection of His blameless Son.
DOUBLE SHOCKER!
It’s no wonder, then, that Jesus’ direct words were for us to deny ourselves, take up our crosses, and follow Him. I mean, this man spoke these words with the full knowledge of what He was about to do, so He wasn’t asking anything that He wasn’t willing to do Himself.
Denying myself…now, that’s a novel thought, eh? This has the makings for a new “me” creed – one that is Christ-centered.
We live in a very self-centered world, where it’s every man/woman for himself/herself. You better look out for #1 because nobody else is going to.
Have you ever heard these words said? I’d venture to bet that you’ve probably spoken them too. I know that I have.
Jesus calls us to take up our crosses. What does this mean?
That cross represents suffering. He carried His own cross to the site where nails were driven into His hands and feet, and where He died for us.
He suffered for us.
He suffered for me.
He calls me to suffer for Him.
Jesus calls us to lose our lives so that we might save them.
This seems quite the paradox, doesn’t it? How on earth do you save something by losing it?
I wonder about this sometimes, but then I just had this thought.
What if we’re following Christ so completely that we completely lose ourselves in Him?
Imagine that you are walking behind someone outside on a sunny day. What if you step into that person’s shadow? Don’t you completely lose yourself in that moment?
To stay in the person’s shadow, you must follow that person step-for-step, never trying to run ahead, always allowing yourself to be led.
I think it must be the same way with Jesus.
To lose ourselves in Him means that you cannot separate one from the other.
Do you walk that closely with Him?
I am ashamed to say that I do not.
I am all about me most of the time.
I am not alone. The sociologists’ study revealed one very interesting fact.
The creed that the students were following was one passed down from their parents.
Gulp.
How convicting is that?
I’ve gotta tell you that I took the basic idea behind my pastor’s preaching and ran with it, adding my own twist and, what I believe, God spoke on my heart as I pondered my way though this post.
I will say that at the end of the sermon, when “T” gave the benediction, I could feel the Holy Spirit. The words that came out of his mouth were unplanned and unrehearsed. And yet, they spoke volumes.
If we profess to follow Christ, we must stop following the old “me” creed and adopt the “He” creed where Jesus is the center of everything we do…every thought, every decision, and every action. Honoring God by serving Him and following His commands must be our life mission.
My personal prayer is that I will follow Him ever so closely, keeping time with Him, and one day completely lose myself in Him, never to reemerge the same again.
Last week, the pastors at my church started a new series, titled “Mythbusters – Debunking Myths about Christianity.”
Because I was visiting Chicky, I missed the first sermon, but I plan on listening to it online.
I was eager for this week’s sermon: “All Good People Go to Heaven”
See, I run into people all the time who have many misleading ideas about who will be going to heaven.
Not that I profess to be the Know-it-All where it comes to theological ponderings, mind you.
But still…I’ve done my share of reading, and I’ve prayed about this.
My pastor began his sermon, and he admitted to following a very academic, analytical route as he studied, choosing to focus on statistics and whatnot.
Until he happened upon this picture…
And that’s when he paused.
Gone were the numbers he had been prepared to put forth.
Instead, what remained was a question.
Can someone as vile as Timothy McVeigh (not his exact words, but mine) be redeemed?
The Bible teaches that grace is available for all who call on the name of Jesus.
Even while hanging on the cross, unjustly accused of crimes He did not commit, Jesus meted out grace to the criminal hanging beside him.
Now, my pastor posited that people might have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that God can and does redeem all sinners…even those who commit the most heinous of crimes.
Call me naive, but I don’t struggle with this issue. Could it be that this is because I’ve never personally been affected by such horrendous acts? Think about it.
In this week’s issue of People Magazine, there is the story of Dr. William Petit, Jr., who was viciously beaten, left for dead, and whose wife and two daughters were brutally murdered. I don’t know what this man’s religious views are. However, it would be fair to expect him to shake his head vehemently at the thought of his family’s murderers, who are about to stand trial, being redeemed by God, should they ask for forgiveness.
Here’s the issue for me.
Who defines the word, “good?”
Do you consider “good” people those who give tons of money to help the poor?
Or what about people who never commit crimes and lead fairly uneventful lives?
Or better yet, what about the teacher who works 70 hours per week, always has a smile on her face in class, and volunteers with her children’s activities.
What’s wrong with this?
See, we’re measuring ourselves according to the world’s standards. The only problem with this is that everyone has their own standards, if you will. What I consider “good” might not be what you consider “good.”
No.
We need, instead, to measure ourselves against God’s standard…the ONLY TRUE standard…the ONE that NEVER changes.
According to God’s word, we all fall short.
In fact, which one of us has kept all Ten Commandments?
This is the standard that we are all held to.
Just because we might not have murdered anyone in cold blood, how many of us haven’t hated someone in our hearts?
According to 1 John 3:15, “Anyone who hates his brother is a murderer and you know that no murderer has eternal life in Him.”
Thus, there isn’t a whole lot of difference between a person who kills someone with a knife and a person who hates the person he works with, or the classmate the next seat over, or even second grade teacher who spewed coffee dragon breath in your face every day during reading time (oops…I digress).
We could go through all of the Commandments, and we’d find that all of us have broken most, if not all, of them.
Thus, we are not “good.”
Thus, we all need God’s redemptive grace, which He gave us when His Son died on the cross for us.
How incredibly horrible that this one, perfect person, who had never done anything wrong, died for our sins.
And yet, how incredibly and amazingly wonderful that He did.
Hence, I do not have a problem if a “Timothy McVeigh” was to make it to heaven, even in the moments before execution, because I know that said person will have missed the blessing of a life spent walking with his Maker and spreading that joy to others.
So, do all good people go to heaven?
I would say no.
But, all people who acknowledge that they are sinners, that Jesus, God’s Son, died for their sins, and that Jesus rose again and sits at the right hand of His Father – THESE are the people who, God has promised, will go to heaven.
We can’t earn it with “good” works. All we can do is accept the grace that God is waiting to bestow upon us.
Saturday, Day 2 of the Christian Concert Series, could not get here quick enough for Your’s Truly. After my horribly sweaty morning (see previous post), I looked forward to having the evening off.
First off, a HUGE thanks to BP – not for the oil spill, thank you very much, but for the mucho-bucko’s that it gave to many local agencies to drum up travel to the beautiful beaches that line our coastline. My region of Florida relies heavily on tourism, and the oil spill made an already-hurting economy even more so.
I already told you about Point of Grace’s appearance on Friday night.
I had read estimates of 600 people showing up to hear them sing.
Saturday evening proved to be an entirely different ballgame.
By the time I arrived, perhaps an hour before showtime, the crowds were more than double from the previous night.
This time, I did not have to go alone as I sort-of invited myself to ride with another gal and her daughter.
Oops.
Heehee
We took our children, who are both in the band (her daughter is actually on the dance line), along with another young gent from the band, to the concert, where we saw a lot of other people from our church.
We were all there to hear one person sing.
Though the clouds were overcast, and the sky continued to sprinkle down small droplets of rain, people waited…
People lined the pier…
Finally, the wait was over, and I caught my first glimpse of…
CHRIS TOMLIN!!!!
Woo Hoo!!!!
Oh
My
Gosh.
This man can sing, let me tell you!
It did not take him long to get the crowd pumped up. At times, we were jumping like, in his words, “White boy pogo sticks.” Other times, people had their hands lifted in praise…
Most touching, to me, was the sight of so many young people. They often had their arms around each other or their hands raised…
I don’t know why, but the following young gentleman frequently caught my attention…perhaps it was his youth, or perhaps it was simply the sight of him letting his emotions go…
As the evening wore on, Chris continued to play his guitar and sing…
Even his band mate worshiped…
An amazing thing happened as Mr. Tomlin performed.
The dark clouds dispersed, revealing one of the most glorious sunsets I’ve ever seen…
The pictures convey but a snippet of the emotions that ran, unchecked, through the crowd.
I have never, ever seen experienced anything like this.
Every single song was sung for the glory of God.
I believe I caught a glimpse of what heaven will be like, where all believers will stand together and give praise to the One who provides the rain and the rainbows and painted the beautiful sunsets I am privileged to see each day.
You’ve probably seen one of the new McDonald’s commercials…
I kind of felt like that tonight, except my “me” time did not involve coffee because, as I might have mentioned a time or two, I have not grown up.
Anyhoo, you may be wondering why I am stuck on the commercial theme lately.
I have no idea. But, since it’s my blog, let’s just roll with it.
Anyhoo…
So, this weekend, my local tourism council is hosting a Christian concert series.
For FREE.
My new friend (and co-worker), Jane, told me about it last week, and I have been psyched ever since.
Different artists (famous, by the way) are scheduled to appear…three nights in a row!
Oh
My
Gosh.
You guys…things like this do not happen in Podunk, USA.
In fact, when I called Chicky to tell her about it, she said, “WHAT? Great. Just when I leave, my second-favorite singer comes to town. Thanks, Mama, for rubbing it in.”
heehee
I eagerly waited for Friday and tried, in vain, to talk Rooster into going to the first concert with me.
He politely, but firmly, declined.
The group that was set to perform was not quite up his alley.
Different strokes for different folks.
Because Jane did not have anyone to go with either, she and I exchanged numbers at school today…just in case.
After I got home from work, I spent another hour trying to bribe the boy into going with me.
No can do. He was wearing his Xbox headset and looked he was settled in for the afternoon.
Great.
I had no idea what I was going to do.
AuburnChick doesn’t do things on her own, you see. I’ve never been one to “need” “me-time.” I have always preferred to be with my children, doing “mom” things. In fact, as my children have gotten older and spent more time away from home, I have had to adjust.
It hasn’t been easy.
Plus, I am a homebody, which means I socialize from the comfort and safety of my own home.
Ugh.
I kept thinking about the group that was set to perform.
I wanted to go.
I did not want to go by myself.
I called Jane.
She didn’t answer.
I stalked her.
I looked up her number in the white pages.
She still did not answer.
“Jane, Jane, where are you?”
Finally, I grabbed my car keys, purse, and camera and told Rooster the defrosted chicken was in the refrigerator and to have fun cooking it.
Mama was headed out.
By herself.
This was his last chance to change his mind.
He didn’t.
As I drove, I considered this new adventure I was embarking on.
What in the world was I doing?
I mean…this might not seem like such a big deal for most people, but for me, it really is.
I mean…I turned 40 in March, Rooster turned 16 in May, Chicky graduated in June, I took my first-born (i.e. Chicky, for those who are new to my blog) to college in August, and I started a new job/career.
It’s been a rather eventful six months.
And now I was headed to the beach to attend a concert by myself.
I snapped a photo as I crossed the bridge…
Oh you guys…I got emotional as I drove.
What is wrong with me?
Most women go out for “Girl’s Night.” Some even enjoy weekends out-of-town with their friends. Not me.
I called Super Sis to talk about my new adventure.
She had just entered a restaurant with her family, so we did not get to talk.
You guys…there was nobody I could call.
Do you know what that feels like?
I’ll tell you.
It is a lonely feeling.
Yeah, I shed some tears.
I tried calling Jane again.
Nada.
Ok, God. I think it’s pretty obvious that I am supposed to go on my own.
So I wiped my tears and continued to drive.
I was nervous, but God led me exactly where I needed to go, even after I thought I had taken a wrong turn.
Nice try, He seemed to be telling me.
Trust Me, He continued.
It didn’t take long to find a parking spot. Taking a deep breath, I put on my Fake Confident Smile and briskly walked to the beach.
I looked around for someone I knew.
Nada.
Lovely.
I did not have a chair, nor did I have a blanket.
I was wearing blue jeans.
I found a seat in the middle, spoke a moment to a lady sitting in a chair…just to be sure she wasn’t expecting anyone…and sat down, deciding to ignore the sand that was sure to find its way into every crevice of my pants.
I snapped a few photos while I waited for the concert to begin…
Ahhh…this is why I love living close to the beach!
I turned and stared at the stage…the first one I’ve ever seen in real life (I’ve never been to a concert before)…
I was excited!!!
I did see one person I knew – a student and her family. I ran over, gave her a hug, and reclaimed my seat.
And then it was time.
Who was tonight’s act?
Point of Grace!!!!!
Oh
My
Gosh!!!!
These ladies’ voices are melodious…what I imagine angels to sound like!!
They sang a couple of older songs. Here’s a snippet of one (I recorded it on my camera…please forgive the quality)…
I took more photos…
In between songs, they shared tidbits about their lives.
What sweethearts!!! These ladies spoke with the Southern drawl I grew up with in Alabama. It was like going home to Mary’s cooking (the Mr., Coupon Queen, and Grand Pooba will understand this).
During one of the songs, a group of birds flew over in a V-formation…
I continued to take more pictures…
He's married to the gal in the purple dress
And the drummer, of course…
The girls took a break while the former singer of Avalon, who is now the group’s keyboard player (and has a name that I cannot remember) played a few songs. You might recognize the bit I recorded…
This guy has an amazing voice, eh?
Meanwhile, I figured since I had my camera, I might as well capture other images from my evening…
Children playing…
Leaving behind empty chairs…
I watched the sun set…
The group sang a song about fathers and daughters, and I’ll admit that a few tears rolled down my face at the end. I never got to experience the things they sang about because my parents divorced when I was very young, and my mom kept me from seeing my dad for most of my life. I guess I cried for the memories I never had a chance to make, and for the ones I did make during the short time we were together after our reconciliation.
Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and the girls were singing the last song for the night…
What an enjoyable evening, even if I did have to spend it with my own thoughts.
It was great to get to know a group of ladies who sing songs that have positive messages for the young women of today. These ladies sing of faith during struggles…a theme I can identify with.
I am eager for Saturday’s concert, and I even have plans to attend with some friends from church.
But, if for some reason I wind up going by myself, I don’t think I will mind quite as much.
Tonight, God took me outside of myself and all of the emotions and insecurities that I carry deep inside of me.
He reminded me that though I feel alone, He is walking with me through this new phase of my life.
Though things change, He remains the same.
Maybe, instead of calling it “me” time, I should start calling it “our” time to refer to the time I spend with God…allowing Him to grow me and mature me into the person who will one day stand before Him.
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