Saturday, March 27, 2010

the difference between a doormat and a doorway...

have you ever observed a situation and from the comfort of it not being you, you wax sagely on how you'd go about things...if it were???

it's often easy to fix others, huh? :)

Jesus said, ''i came that you may have life, and have it abundantly.''

he wants that for us.
but so often
our choices, our shackles, our guilt,
our whatever
holds us in this 'place'...

we don't think we can have...
or deserve ''life abundant''
so we don't allow it...

somehow we will pay our dues
and continue to swim around in a pool of mediocre
as if that will somehow
pay for us...being, um, us.

we are swimming around, showing God how sorry we are
that we aren't better
smarter
more godly
and all the while he is thinking
um
hey you
down there
FIND SOME HAPPY
FIND SOME JOY

i have this huge life of abundant JOY i have carved out for you
and yet
every time
I see you
you are swimming
in
all the mess you have created.

don't you think that saddens the heart of the God that dances over us?
that we'd settle
in an effort
to humble ourselves enough
to deserve him to cast his eye our way...

we deign to be a doormat
when we are one step from the Doorway.

think about it
you walk up to a home
and there in front of the door ...
the doormat
(it catches the stuff we don't want inside)
but
one little step
changes everything
because ONE STEP
and you are over the thresh hold...
you are in the Doorway...

you are in the house
what you had no ''right'' to as the doormat...
what you wouldn't claim as your own
while out on the porch...
now it's yours

have at it

go ahead
take that step
walk though the Door

He's been waiting for you.

:)

Friday, March 26, 2010

What we're all saying...

''I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.''
--julia roberts/knotting hill
...
don't we all have this deep need to be loved...
not speaking only to romantic love (even though the quote leans to that thought...)
among our friends
our family
and yes
our husbands/wives/significant others.
we all want to be loved.
completely.
...
we want to have a soft place to fall...
we want them to know us
the ugly parts,
the insecurities,
the failures,
the unlovable parts...
and we want them to say,
to affirm us...
...
anyway.
...
hollywood and books tend to build this up in a most unrealistic fashion...
because
real life
isn't hollywood
nor a book
...
and our expectations go unmet
because they aren't based on anything that is reachable...
...
have you noticed how when people are in love, feel loved, they walk with an air of confidence...a knowing...a security?
...
Christ says, "I have love you with an everlasting love..."
and yet, we walk around
unsure
...
we discredit the very woo-er of the universe
by not boldly
walking in the assurance
the confidence
that we are loved beyond measure.
He treasures us...
adores us...
dances over us...
he knows us
and I mean KNOWS us...
he knows our motives
our thoughts
our deepest secrets
and he looks at us
with a love so deep and strong
it should take our breath away...
...
cause he is standing there
just asking us
to love him.
[swoon]

Thursday, March 25, 2010

happy birthday to my Daddy...


my daddy
Originally uploaded by Kudzu and Koolaid
He is opinionated

He is funny

He has a strong work ethic

He has his doctorate degree

He butchers hogs in the winter

He is not impressed by titles or position

He reads biographies & history

He tells everyone he meets about Jesus.

He hunts & fishes

He does not put on airs or think highly of those who might

He loves completely

He gets mad and gets over it-before you are able to process what he said while he was mad :D

He's my daddy and while we butt heads and disagree and argue . I love him, so very much.

Daddy's Hands

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love .....
In Daddy´s hands.


[the reason I took a picture of the shirt? Well because I can pretty much guarentee you my daddy has NOT ONE CLUE who Donna Karan is and I washed this shirt while he was here and giggled thinking about my daddy wearing DK]

(pic and journaling from 2008)

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

THIS is the perfect planting outfit...

That was her proclamation before running out to work in the garden today.

That girl!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

it's never what it seems...

So this week, it broke that Jesse James has been having an affair with a tattooed lady...

Please know, going into this post I stand by my mantra, ''anyone is capable of anything...anyone...anything''

That he cheated on his wife, isn't so shocking. I mean people do it everyday.
That he cheated on Sandra Bullock.
um,
wow.

The flesh is so capable of falling.
Women are so able to lure, to use their bodies, their wits, their 'damsel in distress, weaknesses' against men.
Now, I am not giving men an out.

Ultimately, everyone is responsible for their choices and actions.

I think men have a hard time.
I think this world is designed to make it harder for men to be circumspect.
I think when you take visual creatures
and you take women that flaunt what they have visually...
well,
then you have a battle.

My heart breaks for Sandra Bullock.
How she must feel rejected.
hurt.
betrayed.
I so wish, so wish, Jesse James could have paused...
could have stopped
and thought
I wish he could have seen how his choice
his giving into
the temptation
would make his wife feel.
how it would effect her...
how she would carry that around...
so heavy.

The whole situation makes me wonder...what is enough?
I mean they have money...
houses...
looks...
perfect bodies...
and still not satisfied...

what fills that need
that longing
if all of those things don't...

(whispers...Jesus)