Love. I love it. I really truly do.
I've been thinking about unconditional love this week, and what that looks like in the different areas in my life: as I'm with my family, my friends, the children.
... and I came to a conclusion: unconditional love cries. Because sometimes it just has to.
Psalm 56:8,"You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book."
God knew I would cry. He created those tear ducts, after all! Sometimes there is SO much joy or sorrow in my life that without those tear ducts, I think I might explode.
He knew there would times of weeping, wailing even. He tells me so. Ecclesiastes 3:4.
He knew there would be days my soul would scratch with the emotional sackcloth of grief, confusion, and hurt. He said so. Psalm 30:11.
Sometimes, there's big things to cry about, like the death of a loved one or the horror of human trafficking. But today, I'm thinking about simply the living and growing things that lead to tears- encouraging thoughts from a mom, a skinned knee, kisses from a child, challenges with a friend or family member.
Sometimes, my friends and I cry over the same things. But sometimes it's the straw that breaks the camel's back that starts the torment of tears. I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about. That one.last.thing. that puts us over the edge. The straw that for me might leaving you incredulously asking, "Seriously? She's crying over THAT?!" The straw that breaks you might leave me questioning the exact same thing.
That realization humbles me. Different catalysts have the potential to cause the "breaking point" where the heart's angst moves those tears from inside out.
Growing, learning, maturing, refining... it's not always easy. It hurts. And while there's no over-the-counter medication to help with growing pains... there are those beautiful tear ducts that God knew all along we would need :) and man, oh man. I am thankful for them!
In the last few years, there has been something new mixed in with my tears. Prayer. Scripture. Whispers of faith, of hope. Instead of turning grief, hurt, over-whelmedness inside, I turn it out. My prayers are spoken in tandem with those tears.
"Jesus, you are GOOD."
"Greater is He that's in me than he that's in the world."
"The Lord is my Rock, my Fortress, my Deliverer."
"Deliver me."
"Be with me."
"I trust you."
"He will not forsake me."
I cry because there is a need. For more of Him, and less of me. It affects not only today, but tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. And inside my soul, perhaps it's the helplessness, the overwhelming weight of betrayal, the solution blindness, the hurt, the frustration, the exasperation... it bubbles up like a shaken soda... and overflows onto the messiness of a desperate soul evidences by these tears that slip through those ducts that God made just for such an outpouring of need. An outpouring of need for HIM. I am desperate for Him.
Psalm 126:5, "Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy."
One of my absolute favorite verses. I love the imagery. The tears I cry are not all about me, but also for the one I cry for. When I cry out of love, not selfishness, I love knowing that God blesses those tears. That love that was so filled to the brim that it overflows through the ducts.
I am sowing love through tears. Sowing prayer through tears. Sowing hope and faith through tears.
And my amazing, amazing God has collected those tears, recorded the story of each tear- and the prayer, the faith, the hope prayed with each tear.
Those tears will be reaped with songs of JOY! Songs in which I will dance and praise and laugh. Because He says so.
And I trust Him.
God was prepared for those tears. He was waiting to collect them.
So I'll keep loving deep. Because hurting deep just seems like a small price to pay in exchange for the blessing that comes from knowing that I am becoming more like my Father.
... and He loved the most deeply of all.
Excited for the plentiful harvest :)
You are loved,
Lyss :)
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Too much talk.
When I was in high school, we had to write personal belief papers each year. We got to choose from a list of topics, and explain our position on the subject. Dating, God's will, purity, entertainment, pride, and prayer were all up for grabs... along with many others.
As I am cleaning out my room this week, I have found so many interesting artifacts with such sweet memories attached to them. Notes passed secretly between desks that I've kept for YEARS, tests and quizzes, essays, little gifts. I even found a flash drive that had TONS of papers on it from the first few years of high school.
In 2007, for my personal belief paper, I wrote on speech... specifically gossip. It was such a prudent reminder for my heart, and made my heart burn that much more for TRUTH. I am posting what I wrote during my Sophomore year of high school, praying that the words that come out of my mouth will be pleasing to the Lord. What a huge privilege it is to speak His name and shout His praises. May His voice always be loudest voice we hear.
"An unknown author once said “Do not repeat anything you will not sign your name to.” Another said, “Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction compared to the tongue of a gossip.” Gossip is a destructive thing that I cannot say I’m never a part of, but that I truly detest. I want the words that come out of my mouth to be pleasing in God’s eyes. Gossip is a hurtful thing which all starts with the way I speak in general.
To me, gossip is defined as vicious, cruel words that can possibly hurt another’s reputation. Conversation can be a dangerous thing, and can lead to bad habits. Some make the mistake by thinking that gossip is no big deal, but nothing could be further from the truth. Gossip is addicting. We can’t wait to hear the scoop on someone else. However, I try to picture myself as the hot topic of conversation. Then, it’s not so exciting. Galatians 6:7 states, “Do not be deceived. God cannot be mocked: for whatever a man sows, he also will reap.” Basically, what goes around comes around.
I should be guarding myself against unwholesome talk. In Ephesians 4:28 says, “Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, so that it will give grace to those who hear.” A foul or rotten word in the form of gossip is totally out of character with my new life in Christ. My speech should be instructive, encouraging, uplifting, and suited for the moment. When it’s not, I need to put my tongue in check.
The tongue is one of the most destructive parts of my body. James 3:6 talks about how the tongue is like fire, possibly spreading and ruining everything in the surrounding premises. Gossip is a sin. The words stated permeate into the brain and can leave an emotional mark. The tongue’s evil can extend beyond the individual to affect everything in his sphere of influence. From personal experience, I have had to learn this the hard way. Instead of becoming part of the gossip, I have had to learn to walk away and not be a part of it. Character is a work in progress, though. It doesn’t happen overnight.
Sometimes my life feels like a reality TV show – alliances, gossip, intrigue, and lies. I often forget that gossip is a sin. In order to put Ephesians 4:29 into practice, I have had to start applying practical ways to keep myself from gossiping. Pausing before I speak is a big one. “Is what I’m going to say hurting someone?” If I feel any twinge of guilt, I have to learn not to say the words. It’s the Holy Spirit warning me not to gossip. Obeying him is the tough part. That’s when prayer comes in. I have been praying for discernment to know when to stay out of a situation, and when not to. Learning when to step in and stand firm for what I believe in, and when to let God handle people’s hearts without me can seem like a monumental goal. I have learned a lot in the process about how destructive the tongue can be, whether it is saying something hurtful to their face or behind someone’s back, it leaves bruises with that person that are hard to forgive. A verse that really struck me was Proverbs 26:22. It says, “The words of a gossip are like choice morsels; they go down to a man’s most inmost parts.” That explains how hurtful gossip can be. Even though gossip is something a lot of people struggle with, it is one character trait that I don’t want attached to my name."
As I am cleaning out my room this week, I have found so many interesting artifacts with such sweet memories attached to them. Notes passed secretly between desks that I've kept for YEARS, tests and quizzes, essays, little gifts. I even found a flash drive that had TONS of papers on it from the first few years of high school.
In 2007, for my personal belief paper, I wrote on speech... specifically gossip. It was such a prudent reminder for my heart, and made my heart burn that much more for TRUTH. I am posting what I wrote during my Sophomore year of high school, praying that the words that come out of my mouth will be pleasing to the Lord. What a huge privilege it is to speak His name and shout His praises. May His voice always be loudest voice we hear.
"An unknown author once said “Do not repeat anything you will not sign your name to.” Another said, “Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction compared to the tongue of a gossip.” Gossip is a destructive thing that I cannot say I’m never a part of, but that I truly detest. I want the words that come out of my mouth to be pleasing in God’s eyes. Gossip is a hurtful thing which all starts with the way I speak in general.
To me, gossip is defined as vicious, cruel words that can possibly hurt another’s reputation. Conversation can be a dangerous thing, and can lead to bad habits. Some make the mistake by thinking that gossip is no big deal, but nothing could be further from the truth. Gossip is addicting. We can’t wait to hear the scoop on someone else. However, I try to picture myself as the hot topic of conversation. Then, it’s not so exciting. Galatians 6:7 states, “Do not be deceived. God cannot be mocked: for whatever a man sows, he also will reap.” Basically, what goes around comes around.
I should be guarding myself against unwholesome talk. In Ephesians 4:28 says, “Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, so that it will give grace to those who hear.” A foul or rotten word in the form of gossip is totally out of character with my new life in Christ. My speech should be instructive, encouraging, uplifting, and suited for the moment. When it’s not, I need to put my tongue in check.
The tongue is one of the most destructive parts of my body. James 3:6 talks about how the tongue is like fire, possibly spreading and ruining everything in the surrounding premises. Gossip is a sin. The words stated permeate into the brain and can leave an emotional mark. The tongue’s evil can extend beyond the individual to affect everything in his sphere of influence. From personal experience, I have had to learn this the hard way. Instead of becoming part of the gossip, I have had to learn to walk away and not be a part of it. Character is a work in progress, though. It doesn’t happen overnight.
Sometimes my life feels like a reality TV show – alliances, gossip, intrigue, and lies. I often forget that gossip is a sin. In order to put Ephesians 4:29 into practice, I have had to start applying practical ways to keep myself from gossiping. Pausing before I speak is a big one. “Is what I’m going to say hurting someone?” If I feel any twinge of guilt, I have to learn not to say the words. It’s the Holy Spirit warning me not to gossip. Obeying him is the tough part. That’s when prayer comes in. I have been praying for discernment to know when to stay out of a situation, and when not to. Learning when to step in and stand firm for what I believe in, and when to let God handle people’s hearts without me can seem like a monumental goal. I have learned a lot in the process about how destructive the tongue can be, whether it is saying something hurtful to their face or behind someone’s back, it leaves bruises with that person that are hard to forgive. A verse that really struck me was Proverbs 26:22. It says, “The words of a gossip are like choice morsels; they go down to a man’s most inmost parts.” That explains how hurtful gossip can be. Even though gossip is something a lot of people struggle with, it is one character trait that I don’t want attached to my name."
Monday, December 19, 2011
HOPE in the Bittersweet.
My grandpa died this week. He lived thousands of miles away, and only saw him once every couple of years. My mom will miss him terribly.
A sweet man, husband, and father died this summer. I didn't even know him or the family, but I found myself praying for them, knowing that God's plan was bigger than such a tragedy. I will be babysitting for them starting in January :) Love how God works.
My dear friend's brother died seven years ago, and I've come to see the beauty in spending a death anniversary with family, praising God that he is safely home and no longer suffering.
I've been thinking about these families, and many more, this Christmas. How hollow the Santa-driven commercialism of Christmas must strike those who grieve without any gospel hope. However, for those who understand that Christmas is about the incarnation of hope, grief can be replaced with faith.
But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. For this we declare to you by a word from the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. Therefore encourage one another with these words.
~1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
Christmas is ultimately about the One who was born into our world to become the suffering servant who would pay for the sins of those He came to save. For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross and its suffering and shame. What makes absolutely no sense prior to life with God is the very emblem of hope in our trials, both great and small. So we must ground ourselves in that hope, believing that God's plan is always best.
When Henry didn't get his way, often he would say to me, "You don't love me." Was that true? Absolutely NOT! My love had not changed. My love was simply expressing itself differently that he wanted it to. In order to protect him. To keep him safe. To teach him.
My sophomore year of high school was AWFUL. I experienced heartache and fear, and was changed forever. I had the choice to face my experiences by blaming God and questioning His love for me. And while it was a season filled with pain and confusion and hurt... Did God still love me? YES. Had his love changed? NO. He still cared for me with an infinite, everlasting love.
When we face unlikely or uncomfortable circumstances, I believe that it's OKAY to ask God to explain what's happening. I asked Him what I should do, who I could turn to, if it would all turn out alright. I raised many, MANY questions... but never said, "Jesus, I guess you just don't love me."
For the past year, after God brought a sweet friend into my life that has played such a huge role, I have made a determination: no matter what my circumstances, I don't want to look at my situation except up against the backdrop of the cross. In the death and resurrection of Jesus, God forever displayed His love for me. I am daily striving to see my friends, my family, my future... with the cross of Christ ever so prominent behind them. I pray that my Father would ever let me look at my life and question His love for me. His love for me was settled on the cross. That has never changed and will never change.
No matter what your circumstances are, God's love never changes. It is steadfast. The cross, the death of Jesus Christ, and His resurrection, is beautiful expression that He loves you. I am praying that you will never allow your heart to question that love. Rather, that you would settle it on the front end of your desire to know Him and become more like Him. He loves you. You were created for a love relationship. He is pursuing. God will never love you with anything less than a perfect love.
Sin led to the fall of man and the trials of living in a corrupted world. But one day two thousand years ago, the promise of a Savior was fulfilled as a tiny baby boy burst into our world. We have a Savior who knows what it's like to walk in our shoes... and then triumph over death, the penalty for our sins. His triumph doesn't mean our trials are over in this life, but they are certainly heading towards a glorious conclusion- eternity with Jesus.
Fellow followers of Jesus, let us fix our eyes on that certainty, instead of the momentary tribulations of this life.
"My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus' blood and righteousness."
You are so so loved,
Lyss
A sweet man, husband, and father died this summer. I didn't even know him or the family, but I found myself praying for them, knowing that God's plan was bigger than such a tragedy. I will be babysitting for them starting in January :) Love how God works.
My dear friend's brother died seven years ago, and I've come to see the beauty in spending a death anniversary with family, praising God that he is safely home and no longer suffering.
I've been thinking about these families, and many more, this Christmas. How hollow the Santa-driven commercialism of Christmas must strike those who grieve without any gospel hope. However, for those who understand that Christmas is about the incarnation of hope, grief can be replaced with faith.
But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. For this we declare to you by a word from the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. Therefore encourage one another with these words.
~1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
Christmas is ultimately about the One who was born into our world to become the suffering servant who would pay for the sins of those He came to save. For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross and its suffering and shame. What makes absolutely no sense prior to life with God is the very emblem of hope in our trials, both great and small. So we must ground ourselves in that hope, believing that God's plan is always best.
When Henry didn't get his way, often he would say to me, "You don't love me." Was that true? Absolutely NOT! My love had not changed. My love was simply expressing itself differently that he wanted it to. In order to protect him. To keep him safe. To teach him.
My sophomore year of high school was AWFUL. I experienced heartache and fear, and was changed forever. I had the choice to face my experiences by blaming God and questioning His love for me. And while it was a season filled with pain and confusion and hurt... Did God still love me? YES. Had his love changed? NO. He still cared for me with an infinite, everlasting love.
When we face unlikely or uncomfortable circumstances, I believe that it's OKAY to ask God to explain what's happening. I asked Him what I should do, who I could turn to, if it would all turn out alright. I raised many, MANY questions... but never said, "Jesus, I guess you just don't love me."
For the past year, after God brought a sweet friend into my life that has played such a huge role, I have made a determination: no matter what my circumstances, I don't want to look at my situation except up against the backdrop of the cross. In the death and resurrection of Jesus, God forever displayed His love for me. I am daily striving to see my friends, my family, my future... with the cross of Christ ever so prominent behind them. I pray that my Father would ever let me look at my life and question His love for me. His love for me was settled on the cross. That has never changed and will never change.
No matter what your circumstances are, God's love never changes. It is steadfast. The cross, the death of Jesus Christ, and His resurrection, is beautiful expression that He loves you. I am praying that you will never allow your heart to question that love. Rather, that you would settle it on the front end of your desire to know Him and become more like Him. He loves you. You were created for a love relationship. He is pursuing. God will never love you with anything less than a perfect love.
Sin led to the fall of man and the trials of living in a corrupted world. But one day two thousand years ago, the promise of a Savior was fulfilled as a tiny baby boy burst into our world. We have a Savior who knows what it's like to walk in our shoes... and then triumph over death, the penalty for our sins. His triumph doesn't mean our trials are over in this life, but they are certainly heading towards a glorious conclusion- eternity with Jesus.
Fellow followers of Jesus, let us fix our eyes on that certainty, instead of the momentary tribulations of this life.
"My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus' blood and righteousness."
You are so so loved,
Lyss
Sunday, December 18, 2011
He'll be with me till the end.
Change is inevitable.
...but sometimes I don't handle change so well. Sometimes I resist it and do everything within my power to stop it.
Heart changes often hurt the most and take deep-rooted humility to place the need for change at the feet of Jesus. Sometimes I don't trust that everything will work out for my good, so I fight the changes taking place.
That's ridiculous. Because I can't stop change. I can attempt to convince myself that I can- but when I really get honest with myself and a situation- things are changing around me every second of every day.
I love the book of Ecclesiastes. For many reasons, one of which is that it reminds me that change is GOOD. Because there is a season for everything. Change happens four times a year- Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. I love watching God's creation go through life cycles and I love Jesus reveals truth through nature. I love knowing that in the fall the earth is being prepared for a long winter and everything is changing to get ready for sustaining many months of cold weather. I love knowing that in the winter when everything looks dead outside, it will soon be awakened by spring's warm sunshine and rain. I love knowing that new life can spring up from dry ground.
I was once dead- bound by sin and enslaved. I was ruled by my flesh.
But now? I am a NEW creation, walking with Jesus. I am NO longer held in bondage to my sin. I have been set FREE.
I am a sinner. But my heart is being changed with each passing season of life. God continues to use each and every season to bring upon the changes needed for me to die more to self and become more like His Son. Through each season, God is weaving deep truths into my heart, making me stronger to withstand the next season He knows is coming. Just like the fall where all the plants are being prepared to withstand a cold winter- I, too, am being prepared for what's coming next. Only God knows the seasons I need to be prepared for. Maybe a long, hot, and dry summer is approaching and I will need to store up all the water He provided through the winter's rains and spring showers. If that's the case, then I will rejoice. For through the dry summer, more of me will wither away and be pruned to allow for new life in the seasons to come.
Pruning hurts sometimes. But it's so so good. For God uses every season for His glory.
I need to be fully surrendered to the work of my amazing God... allowing myself to be taught, strengthened and restored in Him.
Change is a good thing. Change is necessary. Change takes us from one thing to the next. Changes washes away the old and brings forth the new. Change in our bodies in a miracle~ God's creation at work 24/7, never taking a break, to heal and protect. Our bodies are changing every second of every day. Millions of cells die while just that many are brand new. New blood cells are made every day. Our skin dies off while new skin is coming alive. Our nails keep growing. Our hair continues to grow. The list goes on and on. Changes are happening this very second. Our bodies are a miracle. It amazes me every single day.
Change is a good thing. One baby being born- Jesus changed everything. Jesus being crucified on a cross- His blood shed for us changed everything. Jesus being put in the tomb, then being resurrected- He conquered death. and changed everything. Jesus coming back to speak to His disciples one last time- His glory changed everything. Jesus now siting at the right hand of His father in Heaven- It changes everything. for me. for you.
Change is a good thing. He is changing the way I see Him. He is changing the way I know Him. He is changing the way I love Him. He is changing me into the person He wants me to be. He is changing the direction I thought I might be headed. He is changing the people who I walk life with. He is changing the way I pray in order to align my desires with His. He is changing my need for control. He is changing the way I believe in His magnificent power. He is changing my need to cling to things I am afraid of- because perfect love casts out all fear. The only perfect love is HIS. He is changing my need to be praised and noticed- because He is the only one worthy of praise. All praise, honor, and glory belong to Jesus.
A change in heart attitude brings with it more humility. and more lessons. and more joy.
In a split second, my life was changed. I laid down my life and He gave me His. I have never been the same. That's change. and it's GOOD.
I am praying that you and I will never fight against the things He wants to change in us. I pray that each day there is less of me- I must decrease so that He may increase.
I know that nothing good dwells in me that is not of Him. I am beautiful in Christ. He has done miracles in my life. He has changed me from the inside out. He continues to change me more into the image of Himself- a process that will not be completed on earth. Many of those changes HURT- and they hurt BAD.
But I will not resist. Change comes from a life walking by faith in Him.
Change is a good thing. God has used everything that has taken place in my life to change another piece of my heart. Less of me, more of Him.
... and He will do that this time, too.
Change me, Jesus. Never stop working in me for Your glory.
It is so sweet to trust in Jesus, and to take Him at His Word. I am resting in His promises.
He'll be with me till the end.
~Lyss
...but sometimes I don't handle change so well. Sometimes I resist it and do everything within my power to stop it.
Heart changes often hurt the most and take deep-rooted humility to place the need for change at the feet of Jesus. Sometimes I don't trust that everything will work out for my good, so I fight the changes taking place.
That's ridiculous. Because I can't stop change. I can attempt to convince myself that I can- but when I really get honest with myself and a situation- things are changing around me every second of every day.
I love the book of Ecclesiastes. For many reasons, one of which is that it reminds me that change is GOOD. Because there is a season for everything. Change happens four times a year- Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. I love watching God's creation go through life cycles and I love Jesus reveals truth through nature. I love knowing that in the fall the earth is being prepared for a long winter and everything is changing to get ready for sustaining many months of cold weather. I love knowing that in the winter when everything looks dead outside, it will soon be awakened by spring's warm sunshine and rain. I love knowing that new life can spring up from dry ground.
I was once dead- bound by sin and enslaved. I was ruled by my flesh.
But now? I am a NEW creation, walking with Jesus. I am NO longer held in bondage to my sin. I have been set FREE.
I am a sinner. But my heart is being changed with each passing season of life. God continues to use each and every season to bring upon the changes needed for me to die more to self and become more like His Son. Through each season, God is weaving deep truths into my heart, making me stronger to withstand the next season He knows is coming. Just like the fall where all the plants are being prepared to withstand a cold winter- I, too, am being prepared for what's coming next. Only God knows the seasons I need to be prepared for. Maybe a long, hot, and dry summer is approaching and I will need to store up all the water He provided through the winter's rains and spring showers. If that's the case, then I will rejoice. For through the dry summer, more of me will wither away and be pruned to allow for new life in the seasons to come.
Pruning hurts sometimes. But it's so so good. For God uses every season for His glory.
I need to be fully surrendered to the work of my amazing God... allowing myself to be taught, strengthened and restored in Him.
Change is a good thing. Change is necessary. Change takes us from one thing to the next. Changes washes away the old and brings forth the new. Change in our bodies in a miracle~ God's creation at work 24/7, never taking a break, to heal and protect. Our bodies are changing every second of every day. Millions of cells die while just that many are brand new. New blood cells are made every day. Our skin dies off while new skin is coming alive. Our nails keep growing. Our hair continues to grow. The list goes on and on. Changes are happening this very second. Our bodies are a miracle. It amazes me every single day.
Change is a good thing. One baby being born- Jesus changed everything. Jesus being crucified on a cross- His blood shed for us changed everything. Jesus being put in the tomb, then being resurrected- He conquered death. and changed everything. Jesus coming back to speak to His disciples one last time- His glory changed everything. Jesus now siting at the right hand of His father in Heaven- It changes everything. for me. for you.
Change is a good thing. He is changing the way I see Him. He is changing the way I know Him. He is changing the way I love Him. He is changing me into the person He wants me to be. He is changing the direction I thought I might be headed. He is changing the people who I walk life with. He is changing the way I pray in order to align my desires with His. He is changing my need for control. He is changing the way I believe in His magnificent power. He is changing my need to cling to things I am afraid of- because perfect love casts out all fear. The only perfect love is HIS. He is changing my need to be praised and noticed- because He is the only one worthy of praise. All praise, honor, and glory belong to Jesus.
A change in heart attitude brings with it more humility. and more lessons. and more joy.
In a split second, my life was changed. I laid down my life and He gave me His. I have never been the same. That's change. and it's GOOD.
I am praying that you and I will never fight against the things He wants to change in us. I pray that each day there is less of me- I must decrease so that He may increase.
I know that nothing good dwells in me that is not of Him. I am beautiful in Christ. He has done miracles in my life. He has changed me from the inside out. He continues to change me more into the image of Himself- a process that will not be completed on earth. Many of those changes HURT- and they hurt BAD.
But I will not resist. Change comes from a life walking by faith in Him.
Change is a good thing. God has used everything that has taken place in my life to change another piece of my heart. Less of me, more of Him.
... and He will do that this time, too.
Change me, Jesus. Never stop working in me for Your glory.
It is so sweet to trust in Jesus, and to take Him at His Word. I am resting in His promises.
He'll be with me till the end.
~Lyss
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Chapstick, Adventure, and a Birthday Beauty.
Hey, birthday girl =]
It all started in chapel. Then there were a few texts. Then there was the bone test. Then there was the lab partner switch. Then there was the traffic cone. Then there was the aqua golf escapade. Then there was the day we were both so terribly sick. Then there was life story night. Then there was a trip to the top of the world. Then there was the day we decided to turn on the Wicked soundtrack. Then there was the day I found out you had magical mind-reading powers (Macy's sweatshirt). Then there was the Bieber impression. Then there were car rides. Countless car rides. Then there were tears and conviction. Then there was change. Then there was separation. Then were was restoration. Then there was thankfulness and love. Then there were big decisions. Then there was a move. Then there was game nights. Then there was phone calls. Then there was humor and unstoppable laughter. Then there were road trips. Then there was growth. Then there was a wedding proposal. Then there was joy and excitement. Then there was planning and disappointment. Then there were dreams. Then there were adventures. Always adventures.
and then. There was a birthday.
And here we are =]
What a blessing you have been this past year. It makes me a little sad that saying "this past year" is quickly fading. One year ago will become two years ago, then three, then four. But man oh man, I am SO thankful for you. and the year you spent being 20. I will never, ever forget your 20th year.
I am the person I am today because of several reasons, but a major MAJOR role was played by YOU. You lived out your passion, friend. You mentored, coming beneath an insecure, hurting girl to begin lifting her back onto her feet.
You are brave. and oh so strong. Your courage astounds me. Thank you for being so very true to yourself, not allowing compromises, standing firm and confidently in who God has made you to be.
I know that we are slowly coming to the end of a beautiful season. There is that looming inevitability of things changing greatly. And it's going to be so SO beautiful. Nursing school and a beautiful magnificent wedding. And so, my greatest hope and prayer in these next few months is that your love would abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight. That you would sink deep into the knowledge that you are so perfectly loved and the plan God has for your future is without flaw. Let's not hesitate to be adventurous these next few months, ok? Even if the definition of adventure is lazy afternoons, eating buttery popcorn and laughing while watching Lizzie McGuire.
This year, my beautiful friend, I wish you an endless supply of Chapstick, Sleeping Beauty dreams, sparkling surprises, flawless appointments, butterflies in your stomach, time to rest, sunshine on the tip of your nose, sour punch straws, and a breathtaking spread of color on your wings.
There is an episode of One Tree Hill where Peyton is making a video for her precious unborn baby.
"A best friend. OK this one is so important, choose wisely ok? I got really lucky with mine. My best friend is funny, intelligent, creative, beautiful, successful, and very kind. She's also impulsive, frustrating, complicated... but i would not have her any other way. And the best part about Brooke Davis is that she always puts her friends first. So, if you are ever in any kind of trouble now you know who to call."
Replace Brooke Davis with YOU, sweet girl... and you've got my sentiments exactly. What a treasure you are to me.
The birthday is yours, friend. But the gift is all mine :)
I LOVE you!
~Alyssa =]
It all started in chapel. Then there were a few texts. Then there was the bone test. Then there was the lab partner switch. Then there was the traffic cone. Then there was the aqua golf escapade. Then there was the day we were both so terribly sick. Then there was life story night. Then there was a trip to the top of the world. Then there was the day we decided to turn on the Wicked soundtrack. Then there was the day I found out you had magical mind-reading powers (Macy's sweatshirt). Then there was the Bieber impression. Then there were car rides. Countless car rides. Then there were tears and conviction. Then there was change. Then there was separation. Then were was restoration. Then there was thankfulness and love. Then there were big decisions. Then there was a move. Then there was game nights. Then there was phone calls. Then there was humor and unstoppable laughter. Then there were road trips. Then there was growth. Then there was a wedding proposal. Then there was joy and excitement. Then there was planning and disappointment. Then there were dreams. Then there were adventures. Always adventures.
and then. There was a birthday.
And here we are =]
What a blessing you have been this past year. It makes me a little sad that saying "this past year" is quickly fading. One year ago will become two years ago, then three, then four. But man oh man, I am SO thankful for you. and the year you spent being 20. I will never, ever forget your 20th year.
I am the person I am today because of several reasons, but a major MAJOR role was played by YOU. You lived out your passion, friend. You mentored, coming beneath an insecure, hurting girl to begin lifting her back onto her feet.
You are brave. and oh so strong. Your courage astounds me. Thank you for being so very true to yourself, not allowing compromises, standing firm and confidently in who God has made you to be.
I know that we are slowly coming to the end of a beautiful season. There is that looming inevitability of things changing greatly. And it's going to be so SO beautiful. Nursing school and a beautiful magnificent wedding. And so, my greatest hope and prayer in these next few months is that your love would abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight. That you would sink deep into the knowledge that you are so perfectly loved and the plan God has for your future is without flaw. Let's not hesitate to be adventurous these next few months, ok? Even if the definition of adventure is lazy afternoons, eating buttery popcorn and laughing while watching Lizzie McGuire.
This year, my beautiful friend, I wish you an endless supply of Chapstick, Sleeping Beauty dreams, sparkling surprises, flawless appointments, butterflies in your stomach, time to rest, sunshine on the tip of your nose, sour punch straws, and a breathtaking spread of color on your wings.
There is an episode of One Tree Hill where Peyton is making a video for her precious unborn baby.
"A best friend. OK this one is so important, choose wisely ok? I got really lucky with mine. My best friend is funny, intelligent, creative, beautiful, successful, and very kind. She's also impulsive, frustrating, complicated... but i would not have her any other way. And the best part about Brooke Davis is that she always puts her friends first. So, if you are ever in any kind of trouble now you know who to call."
Replace Brooke Davis with YOU, sweet girl... and you've got my sentiments exactly. What a treasure you are to me.
The birthday is yours, friend. But the gift is all mine :)
I LOVE you!
~Alyssa =]
Monday, December 12, 2011
Out of the mouth the heart speaks.
1 Timothy 4:12 says, “Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.”
I got a phone call the other day. From one of my favorite 10 year olds on the whole planet. I miss him. He makes my heart so happy, and fills my life with so much joy.
My sweet little friend told me he recently began taking time to read the Bible "very seriously." He wanted to really allow God to speak to Him. I told him to write down his thoughts as he studies. Well this afternoon, I got another call. and he read me his notes. I asked if I could share them on the blog and his response was "um. I don't even know what a blog is... so sure!" hahaha. So great. I think it would be wise for us to listen to Jesus speaking through this little man.
He was reading Isaiah 1, and these are his exact words from the journal.
"If you do not believe in Jesus, your whole head will hurt. That means your soul is not right with God, and so your whole heart is sick. That means your heart doesn't have Him inside. But if you believe in Him, then your heart has Him inside. The ox and the donkey know their owner. That means the ox knows man is its owner. The donkey knows man is its owner too. That means we have to know who is our owner. God is! So we have to follow God like the ox and the donkey follow their owner. We can follow good or evil. God says, "Come this way." and the devil says, "I will lead you down a really cool path." But God says, "I am going to lead you down a path of righteousness." God is calling, but so is Satan. So if Satan is bothering you, just say "I am GOD'S child, not YOUR'S!" You can go sing a worship song or pray. Life with God means living with Him forever and ever in Heaven."
Wisdom of a child whose heart is so beautifully in tune with the Holy Spirit. I can tell you this, Isaiah 1 is not the easiest passage in the world. But his gentle eager yearning to know God more allowed Him to glean truth. He teaches me so much.
It is that simple – daily we have to make a choice – to choose good or evil…from the words we say, to the things we do, to the books we read, the TV shows we watch, the music we listen to, how we treat our family and friends, strangers and anyone we meet, the little ways we compromise and believe we are not sinning against God or those we love.
And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, "Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me; but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around his neck, and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18:2-6
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew 19:14
I sure can't wait to keep learning from the children God has placed in my life. What a huge privilege it is to hear the heart of God exiting their lips.
You are loved,
Lyss
I got a phone call the other day. From one of my favorite 10 year olds on the whole planet. I miss him. He makes my heart so happy, and fills my life with so much joy.
My sweet little friend told me he recently began taking time to read the Bible "very seriously." He wanted to really allow God to speak to Him. I told him to write down his thoughts as he studies. Well this afternoon, I got another call. and he read me his notes. I asked if I could share them on the blog and his response was "um. I don't even know what a blog is... so sure!" hahaha. So great. I think it would be wise for us to listen to Jesus speaking through this little man.
He was reading Isaiah 1, and these are his exact words from the journal.
"If you do not believe in Jesus, your whole head will hurt. That means your soul is not right with God, and so your whole heart is sick. That means your heart doesn't have Him inside. But if you believe in Him, then your heart has Him inside. The ox and the donkey know their owner. That means the ox knows man is its owner. The donkey knows man is its owner too. That means we have to know who is our owner. God is! So we have to follow God like the ox and the donkey follow their owner. We can follow good or evil. God says, "Come this way." and the devil says, "I will lead you down a really cool path." But God says, "I am going to lead you down a path of righteousness." God is calling, but so is Satan. So if Satan is bothering you, just say "I am GOD'S child, not YOUR'S!" You can go sing a worship song or pray. Life with God means living with Him forever and ever in Heaven."
Wisdom of a child whose heart is so beautifully in tune with the Holy Spirit. I can tell you this, Isaiah 1 is not the easiest passage in the world. But his gentle eager yearning to know God more allowed Him to glean truth. He teaches me so much.
It is that simple – daily we have to make a choice – to choose good or evil…from the words we say, to the things we do, to the books we read, the TV shows we watch, the music we listen to, how we treat our family and friends, strangers and anyone we meet, the little ways we compromise and believe we are not sinning against God or those we love.
And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, "Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me; but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around his neck, and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.” Matthew 18:2-6
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” Matthew 19:14
I sure can't wait to keep learning from the children God has placed in my life. What a huge privilege it is to hear the heart of God exiting their lips.
You are loved,
Lyss
Saturday, December 10, 2011
I am aware.
Almost a year ago, my eyes were opened to the horror of human trafficking.
I virtually stepped into a world with pain, suffering, loss, tragedy, sorrow, and anguish.
I will never be able to pretend that I don't know.
Little by little God ensures that I will never, ever forget.
I am aware.
I am aware of how short human time is on earth.
I am aware of how important it is to seek the Way, the Truth, the Life with every breath I take.
I am aware of the danger that young girls and boys are facing every single second.
I am aware that many will be taken advantage of today, tomorrow, and the next day.
I am aware that many will remain living on the streets and never feel the safety I do every single day within a home.
I am aware that millions of children in America are watching/reading/seeing things that are teaching them that it's cool and acceptable to focus on "self", to desire things they are not prepared to handle.
I am aware that the commercialized representation of love is skewed.
I am aware.
I am aware that many claim the name of Christ, yet are not truly walking in the ways of the Master.
I am aware that many are so broken they believe the lie that Jesus couldn't possibly love them.
I am aware that many are deceived by the falsehoods this world whispers into ears.
I am aware that I need to be the voice for the voiceless.
I am aware that I need to be a voice of truth in this lost and dying world.
I am aware.
I am aware that there is absolutely nothing I can do that is worthy of praise. All glory belongs to God.
I am aware that God is LOVE, and He desires to rescue and redeem.
I am aware that my days are numbered. Tomorrow is not promised. Yesterday is gone.
So what will I do with today?
Because I am aware, my eyes and my voice are daily lifted up to the God of the Universe on behalf of those living in slavery. I am reliant on the Word of God to bring peace to my soul. God is God, even when I don't understand the chaos and pain of this world. His control is perfect and without fault. I have seen His power move and shake in my life and in the lives of those I love. I've seen His love soften the hardest of hearts. I have seen His mercy and grace. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God is love. I know He desires to see His children come home. I know the gate is narrow, and few will enter it.
I am aware.
That all fall short of the glory of God. That without faith it is impossible to please Him. That through our trials and suffering, we are to pray without ceasing, and rejoice in Him and all that He has done for us.
I am aware.
That there is an ever-present magnificent HOPE for those living in bondage.
That with God anything is possible.
That my joy, peace, and hope of a future for these girls will remain full and steadfast because of Him.
That I will continue to seek after the heart of God on their behalf.
That I will place complete trust in Him no matter what.
That I will obey Him. Even when His calling seems to go against the grain and our cultural norms.
That I will do my best to lay down every care and every burden that I attempt to carry on my own.
I am aware.
That my life is a living testimony of the glory of God. That without Him my story would be completely without purpose. That my purpose is to shine His light so bright and fill this life with His love more and more each day. That I am accountable to a Holy and righteous God who is not asking me to change the world on my own- but to watch Him and glorify Him as He changes it through His Word and His children by His grace. I am aware that I am so desperate for Him. My need for Him grows more and more.
I am aware.
Are you?
You are deeply loved,
Alyssa
I virtually stepped into a world with pain, suffering, loss, tragedy, sorrow, and anguish.
I will never be able to pretend that I don't know.
Little by little God ensures that I will never, ever forget.
I am aware.
I am aware of how short human time is on earth.
I am aware of how important it is to seek the Way, the Truth, the Life with every breath I take.
I am aware of the danger that young girls and boys are facing every single second.
I am aware that many will be taken advantage of today, tomorrow, and the next day.
I am aware that many will remain living on the streets and never feel the safety I do every single day within a home.
I am aware that millions of children in America are watching/reading/seeing things that are teaching them that it's cool and acceptable to focus on "self", to desire things they are not prepared to handle.
I am aware that the commercialized representation of love is skewed.
I am aware.
I am aware that many claim the name of Christ, yet are not truly walking in the ways of the Master.
I am aware that many are so broken they believe the lie that Jesus couldn't possibly love them.
I am aware that many are deceived by the falsehoods this world whispers into ears.
I am aware that I need to be the voice for the voiceless.
I am aware that I need to be a voice of truth in this lost and dying world.
I am aware.
I am aware that there is absolutely nothing I can do that is worthy of praise. All glory belongs to God.
I am aware that God is LOVE, and He desires to rescue and redeem.
I am aware that my days are numbered. Tomorrow is not promised. Yesterday is gone.
So what will I do with today?
Because I am aware, my eyes and my voice are daily lifted up to the God of the Universe on behalf of those living in slavery. I am reliant on the Word of God to bring peace to my soul. God is God, even when I don't understand the chaos and pain of this world. His control is perfect and without fault. I have seen His power move and shake in my life and in the lives of those I love. I've seen His love soften the hardest of hearts. I have seen His mercy and grace. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God is love. I know He desires to see His children come home. I know the gate is narrow, and few will enter it.
I am aware.
That all fall short of the glory of God. That without faith it is impossible to please Him. That through our trials and suffering, we are to pray without ceasing, and rejoice in Him and all that He has done for us.
I am aware.
That there is an ever-present magnificent HOPE for those living in bondage.
That with God anything is possible.
That my joy, peace, and hope of a future for these girls will remain full and steadfast because of Him.
That I will continue to seek after the heart of God on their behalf.
That I will place complete trust in Him no matter what.
That I will obey Him. Even when His calling seems to go against the grain and our cultural norms.
That I will do my best to lay down every care and every burden that I attempt to carry on my own.
I am aware.
That my life is a living testimony of the glory of God. That without Him my story would be completely without purpose. That my purpose is to shine His light so bright and fill this life with His love more and more each day. That I am accountable to a Holy and righteous God who is not asking me to change the world on my own- but to watch Him and glorify Him as He changes it through His Word and His children by His grace. I am aware that I am so desperate for Him. My need for Him grows more and more.
I am aware.
Are you?
You are deeply loved,
Alyssa
Thursday, December 8, 2011
I Surrender.
There is generally always some type of music wafting through the speakers in the car. Sometimes it's VeggieTales, sometimes it's Toy Story, and sometimes it's Jesus Culture. More often than not, I find myself singing along with Chris Quilala or Kim Walker. And the general refrain from the boys is, "LYSSA!! STOP!!" or "WHY do we listen to the SAME song over and over again?!" And my answer is generally something like "Because I love praising Jesus."
SO. Today. Today was a really, really beautiful day. I sat in the car with the three handsome red heads and found myself singing along once again to some of my favorite lyrics. "All to You, I surrender. I yield my heart, my whole life. To You and You alone. All I am. All my love. Only You have all I need. Only You can satisfy." And as I sang along, my ears began to hear the most beautiful, precious sound. The boys. Singing.
Softly and sweetly, the four year old hummed through his closed lips, while the older two lifted up words of truth.
"There is no love sweeter than the love Your pour on me.
There is no song sweeter than the song You sing to me.
There is no place that I would rather be.
Than here at Your feet, laying down everything.
All to You, I surrender. Everything, every part of me.
All to you, I surrender. All of my dreams, all of me."
I have no idea if they even realized they were singing. But, I can tell you one thing for sure. It was one of the sweetest sounds in all the earth. Needless to say, my eyes welled up with tears and I found myself driving around in circles for fifteen minutes or so just so it didn't have to end. My voice melted with theirs, and it created a melody of praise and a chorus of hope. I finally realized it was time to go home, and we pulled in the driveway. Doors were unlocked, boys piled out, ready to tackle homework. I helped them in a kind of daze, just thankful. Oh so thankful. I found myself just wanting to just be before the Lord. I just wanted to soak in His presence, without hindrance or distraction.
So I did.
... and I sure do love how Jesus speaks in the quiet. He speaks in the crazy chaotic, too. But it's such a sweet, gentle sound in the stillness. and I love it.
The waves will come crashing in. The wind will howl and blow. The thunder will roll and the lightening will fill the sky. The fog will cover the land. The brisk air will usher in this new season, ready or not. Trees will become bare. Golden light will fill the morning, and dark skies will fill the night.
I watched and listened today, stopping to think upon His goodness and grace.
I was still. So very still.
... and Jesus was right there with me. What a HUGE comfort that is to my soul.
He cares for my every need. He sees me. He hears me. He knows me. He loves me.
I am grateful beyond words for who He is, and how much He desires to draw me closer to Himself. I am thankful that the storms come and go, but He never leaves my side. He carries me and lifts me up out of the storms- always in His right time, and in the perfect way.
Me heart cries out, and He answers. My mind races trying to make sense of it all, but He quiets my thoughts and brings them back to Him.
My body aches, and sleep escapes me, but He strengthens me by His grace and sustains me the next day.
I am holding tight to the promises of God, as He is always faithful to fulfill them. I wait on Him, knowing that when His plan is revealed it will be the most perfect timing. I seek Him, and He always shows me where to find Him. In places and ways I never thought to look. I seek His face, and He shows me His heart.
Stillness. Songs of praise are filling my mind, my soul, my heart.
No matter how big the trial, how hard this life may seem, I will praise Him. He is worthy of ALL praise and glory.
His peace overwhelms me, and joy overflows in me, and love overcomes me.
Stillness. Sitting in His presence. Peace is restored. Joy is restored.
I love having my soul washed and my mind renewed by the power of the God's Words of truth. All because He humbly took the nails in His hands and feet for me. A sinner, who fought against Him, walked my own way, looked for help in the wrong places, disobeyed Him, exhibited ugly pride... and the list goes on.
Yet, He chose to pour His grace out on my life. He granted mercy. Such a gift. Offered without any payment due. Hope restored.
He is my portion. All I need.
Father, I am listening, speak to me and show me all that You have for me to do and learn from this season ahead of me. Grant me wisdom to ensure You receive all the glory and honor and the grace to walk each step You set before me. Help me to speak words of life. Help me to shower those around me with Your mercy, grace, peace, joy, hope and love. Father, I trust in You alone. I believe in You alone. I humble myself before You knowing how desperately I need You. Be my all in all in every way and situation. Thank You Jesus. Thank You. Thank You for helping me to desire Your ways more and more each day. Thank You for helping me to seek things of eternal value. Thank You for keeping me on the path of righteousness. Thank You for choosing to restore my life and not allowing me to have what I wanted, my way. Thank You. Jesus, thank You! It is in Your most holy name I pray. I love you.
"Be still and know that I am God."
Psalm 46:10.
Hushed and humbled to be walking by faith in His amazing Grace.
You are loved,
Lyss
SO. Today. Today was a really, really beautiful day. I sat in the car with the three handsome red heads and found myself singing along once again to some of my favorite lyrics. "All to You, I surrender. I yield my heart, my whole life. To You and You alone. All I am. All my love. Only You have all I need. Only You can satisfy." And as I sang along, my ears began to hear the most beautiful, precious sound. The boys. Singing.
Softly and sweetly, the four year old hummed through his closed lips, while the older two lifted up words of truth.
"There is no love sweeter than the love Your pour on me.
There is no song sweeter than the song You sing to me.
There is no place that I would rather be.
Than here at Your feet, laying down everything.
All to You, I surrender. Everything, every part of me.
All to you, I surrender. All of my dreams, all of me."
I have no idea if they even realized they were singing. But, I can tell you one thing for sure. It was one of the sweetest sounds in all the earth. Needless to say, my eyes welled up with tears and I found myself driving around in circles for fifteen minutes or so just so it didn't have to end. My voice melted with theirs, and it created a melody of praise and a chorus of hope. I finally realized it was time to go home, and we pulled in the driveway. Doors were unlocked, boys piled out, ready to tackle homework. I helped them in a kind of daze, just thankful. Oh so thankful. I found myself just wanting to just be before the Lord. I just wanted to soak in His presence, without hindrance or distraction.
So I did.
... and I sure do love how Jesus speaks in the quiet. He speaks in the crazy chaotic, too. But it's such a sweet, gentle sound in the stillness. and I love it.
The waves will come crashing in. The wind will howl and blow. The thunder will roll and the lightening will fill the sky. The fog will cover the land. The brisk air will usher in this new season, ready or not. Trees will become bare. Golden light will fill the morning, and dark skies will fill the night.
I watched and listened today, stopping to think upon His goodness and grace.
I was still. So very still.
... and Jesus was right there with me. What a HUGE comfort that is to my soul.
He cares for my every need. He sees me. He hears me. He knows me. He loves me.
I am grateful beyond words for who He is, and how much He desires to draw me closer to Himself. I am thankful that the storms come and go, but He never leaves my side. He carries me and lifts me up out of the storms- always in His right time, and in the perfect way.
Me heart cries out, and He answers. My mind races trying to make sense of it all, but He quiets my thoughts and brings them back to Him.
My body aches, and sleep escapes me, but He strengthens me by His grace and sustains me the next day.
I am holding tight to the promises of God, as He is always faithful to fulfill them. I wait on Him, knowing that when His plan is revealed it will be the most perfect timing. I seek Him, and He always shows me where to find Him. In places and ways I never thought to look. I seek His face, and He shows me His heart.
Stillness. Songs of praise are filling my mind, my soul, my heart.
No matter how big the trial, how hard this life may seem, I will praise Him. He is worthy of ALL praise and glory.
His peace overwhelms me, and joy overflows in me, and love overcomes me.
Stillness. Sitting in His presence. Peace is restored. Joy is restored.
I love having my soul washed and my mind renewed by the power of the God's Words of truth. All because He humbly took the nails in His hands and feet for me. A sinner, who fought against Him, walked my own way, looked for help in the wrong places, disobeyed Him, exhibited ugly pride... and the list goes on.
Yet, He chose to pour His grace out on my life. He granted mercy. Such a gift. Offered without any payment due. Hope restored.
He is my portion. All I need.
Father, I am listening, speak to me and show me all that You have for me to do and learn from this season ahead of me. Grant me wisdom to ensure You receive all the glory and honor and the grace to walk each step You set before me. Help me to speak words of life. Help me to shower those around me with Your mercy, grace, peace, joy, hope and love. Father, I trust in You alone. I believe in You alone. I humble myself before You knowing how desperately I need You. Be my all in all in every way and situation. Thank You Jesus. Thank You. Thank You for helping me to desire Your ways more and more each day. Thank You for helping me to seek things of eternal value. Thank You for keeping me on the path of righteousness. Thank You for choosing to restore my life and not allowing me to have what I wanted, my way. Thank You. Jesus, thank You! It is in Your most holy name I pray. I love you.
"Be still and know that I am God."
Psalm 46:10.
Hushed and humbled to be walking by faith in His amazing Grace.
You are loved,
Lyss
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
We are not Forsaken.
I've decided that one of the most tempting aspects of being the creature and not the Creator is that the fact that I'm not omniscient. I can't see into the thoughts of my dearest friends and family. I don't know the end from the beginning. I don't know how the present trial will work together for my good. I just... don't know. All I can do is look back and, in the words of John Piper, "contemplate the growing reservoir of past grace that has flowed through our lives, something we can clearly contemplate as we struggle with believing more grace will come in the future."
The unknown can be a scary place. A really scary place. God, in His divine power, has chosen to expose me to a myriad of trials. They've come in many forms, yet in every single one my amazing God has ordained a way of escape. I will never EVER be able to point at anything in my life and say, "Here is evidence that the Lord will forsake me this time." The entire song of my life proves the exact opposite. Instead, I am able to fight from a place of humble victory... knowing that God has already won the battle. I will never justifiably be able to stand under a shadow of doubt wondering if God is good. He is always, always good. His lovingkindness is marvelous. My God has never left me. Ever. I have had dark nights, but His ever present beautiful light has shined upon the blackness. I have found myself in the middle of ruthless conflicts, but over my head He has held the shield of truth and hope. I have gone through many trials, but never to my detriment, always to my advantage. He has been with me in one trial, He will not forsake me in the second and third. What I have known of my faithful God proves that He will keep me, mold me, carry me to the end.
I watched this video today, and just cried through the whole thing. I echo her words... words of hope, and of truth. My heart is so at the exact same place. I've been listening to her song on repeat the last couple of days.
My desire is to emulate the the open dialogue that David kept with the Lord, especially through trials and tribulation.
We serve a mighty, gracious, miraculous God.
Because of the cross, I do know one thing: I am not forsaken.
and neither are you.
Hallelujah,
Lyss
The unknown can be a scary place. A really scary place. God, in His divine power, has chosen to expose me to a myriad of trials. They've come in many forms, yet in every single one my amazing God has ordained a way of escape. I will never EVER be able to point at anything in my life and say, "Here is evidence that the Lord will forsake me this time." The entire song of my life proves the exact opposite. Instead, I am able to fight from a place of humble victory... knowing that God has already won the battle. I will never justifiably be able to stand under a shadow of doubt wondering if God is good. He is always, always good. His lovingkindness is marvelous. My God has never left me. Ever. I have had dark nights, but His ever present beautiful light has shined upon the blackness. I have found myself in the middle of ruthless conflicts, but over my head He has held the shield of truth and hope. I have gone through many trials, but never to my detriment, always to my advantage. He has been with me in one trial, He will not forsake me in the second and third. What I have known of my faithful God proves that He will keep me, mold me, carry me to the end.
I watched this video today, and just cried through the whole thing. I echo her words... words of hope, and of truth. My heart is so at the exact same place. I've been listening to her song on repeat the last couple of days.
My desire is to emulate the the open dialogue that David kept with the Lord, especially through trials and tribulation.
We serve a mighty, gracious, miraculous God.
Because of the cross, I do know one thing: I am not forsaken.
and neither are you.
Hallelujah,
Lyss
Monday, December 5, 2011
A Lesson from a Bummer Day.
It turned out to be a really bummer day. Gross head cold which left me only slightly thinking straight, I didn't get a job that I really REALLY was hoping for, and there has been an ever present nagging anxiety in my heart for a couple days that I haven't been able to shake.
YUCK.
It's been one of those days where I found myself berating the boys for berating each other. Such a saddening thing. In trying to teach them how to treat each other, I found myself modeling for them how not to treat each other. And for as much as I've been frustrated with their lack of tenderness for each other, I was so disappointed today when I realized my lack of tenderness towards them.
It was hard for me to swallow. I hate seeing my sin playing a part in someone else's actions. So what do I do about it??
I could continue to keep my eyes fixed on the sin and the struggle, continue to cling to the excuse that "I was just really tired" and "didn't feel good at all."
But nothing will ever change.
I serve the same God that Moses served. The same God that David and Daniel served.
Do I remember that??
If I keep my eyes fixed on the uncrossable sea, the giant in front of me, or the lions on my heels, I will never have victory.
I want to raise my hands like David and claim, "All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord's, and he will give all of you into our hands!" 1 Samuel 17:47.
But more than that, I want to believe it. trust it.
I am loved. I am blessed. and I can do all things through Christ.
I want to live this and breathe this into my family. my friends. the children.
Praying that every interaction would be God-breathed.
I believe that He has beautiful things in store. For His glory, and my good.
Love,
Lyss
"For you, O Lord, are my hope, my trust." ~Psalm 71:5
YUCK.
It's been one of those days where I found myself berating the boys for berating each other. Such a saddening thing. In trying to teach them how to treat each other, I found myself modeling for them how not to treat each other. And for as much as I've been frustrated with their lack of tenderness for each other, I was so disappointed today when I realized my lack of tenderness towards them.
It was hard for me to swallow. I hate seeing my sin playing a part in someone else's actions. So what do I do about it??
I could continue to keep my eyes fixed on the sin and the struggle, continue to cling to the excuse that "I was just really tired" and "didn't feel good at all."
But nothing will ever change.
I serve the same God that Moses served. The same God that David and Daniel served.
Do I remember that??
If I keep my eyes fixed on the uncrossable sea, the giant in front of me, or the lions on my heels, I will never have victory.
I want to raise my hands like David and claim, "All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord's, and he will give all of you into our hands!" 1 Samuel 17:47.
But more than that, I want to believe it. trust it.
I am loved. I am blessed. and I can do all things through Christ.
I want to live this and breathe this into my family. my friends. the children.
Praying that every interaction would be God-breathed.
I believe that He has beautiful things in store. For His glory, and my good.
Love,
Lyss
"For you, O Lord, are my hope, my trust." ~Psalm 71:5
Friday, December 2, 2011
A New Posture.
"Direct my footsteps according to your word.
Let no sin rule over me.
Redeem me…that I may obey your precepts.
Make your face shine upon your servant and teach me your decrees. "
~ Psalm 119:133-135
Let no sin rule over me. This has been the ever-present refrain in my heart the last few weeks. In so many ways, it's become the song of my life :) I love that God is so graciously calling me to a deep rooted place of humility. As I nanny. As I study. As I love my family and friends. As I prepare for a move, and an exciting new season. As I write. As I speak.
He is molding and changing my mindset. That everything I do would be a deep reflection of HIM and not me. That as I bake, write, and create, my mind would be constantly singing His praises for the abilities and talents He has bestowed on me.
How much more joy is stirred up within me when I write, create, or speak while praying that He would bless the work of my hands- that it would bring glory to Him alone!
I am thankful that God is developing a meekness in me. Not an inability to accept a compliment, but rather the ability and heart to give that compliment whole-heartedly right back to Him. To take that praise and lay it at the feet of Jesus.
For He alone is the One who saved my soul, and allows me to breathe a new breath each day, each second.
Oh, that my mind and heart would be become like the meek man that Tozer speaks of: one "who cares not at all who is greater than he, for he has decided that the esteem of the world isn't worth the effort."
You are loved,
Lyss
Let no sin rule over me.
Redeem me…that I may obey your precepts.
Make your face shine upon your servant and teach me your decrees. "
~ Psalm 119:133-135
Let no sin rule over me. This has been the ever-present refrain in my heart the last few weeks. In so many ways, it's become the song of my life :) I love that God is so graciously calling me to a deep rooted place of humility. As I nanny. As I study. As I love my family and friends. As I prepare for a move, and an exciting new season. As I write. As I speak.
He is molding and changing my mindset. That everything I do would be a deep reflection of HIM and not me. That as I bake, write, and create, my mind would be constantly singing His praises for the abilities and talents He has bestowed on me.
How much more joy is stirred up within me when I write, create, or speak while praying that He would bless the work of my hands- that it would bring glory to Him alone!
I am thankful that God is developing a meekness in me. Not an inability to accept a compliment, but rather the ability and heart to give that compliment whole-heartedly right back to Him. To take that praise and lay it at the feet of Jesus.
For He alone is the One who saved my soul, and allows me to breathe a new breath each day, each second.
Oh, that my mind and heart would be become like the meek man that Tozer speaks of: one "who cares not at all who is greater than he, for he has decided that the esteem of the world isn't worth the effort."
You are loved,
Lyss
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Notice Me.
Do you notice me? Do you see me?
This is a core question for so many people; especially women. I have been thinking about this SO much lately. I sit in four walls for 95% of my days and long for someone to recognize what I am doing. Whether it be attempting to comprehend a scientific process in school, wrangling three boys to the table for dinner, or studying in the confines of a bedroom... I so often find myself walking the halls of school or home and wondering if someone will see how I am balancing home and job and school and life. After nineteen years of living, why do I still strive for someone to notice me??
I've said it countless times on this blog, and if you've spent any amount of time with me lately, you've most likely heard me say it: God has allowed tremendous amounts of growth to take place in my heart over the past year and a half. He has (and continues to) strip me of pride and selfishness, replacing it with a profound love for His heart and His people.
But I am human. I am full of ugly sin, and daily fight for righteousness and the pursuit of holiness.
So here's a little raw piece of Alyssa:
As space has opened up in my life to read, study, write, and create... there are still days when I find myself not doing it for Jesus. I find that I'm doing it for you. Because I want you to notice me. I want my "stats" to rise. I want you to laugh at status updates, and leave comments of encouragement.
And on days when I realize this, I don't write. Because I want my words to be from a place of humility and the desire to bring Jesus glory. The striving for attention holds me back. It keeps me from who I am meant to be in Christ. It keeps me from completely surrendering control and wholly following Him. It keeps me from walking in freedom.
Freedom comes from intentionally following Jesus, pursuing His heart and loving His truth.
I've moved from the stronghold of fear to a place of recognition and desired abandonment of control. There are so many who know who I am intended to be, yet work hard to keep from becoming that. My eyes are so easily moved inward at SELF. How I pray that the Lord will continue to move, shove, and shake my vision upward.
So that I can read and remember. So that I can continue to write as an expression of worship and create as an expression of joy. I want every move I make to be intentional, purposeful, and to be made for Him.
Beautiful God,
You are moving and shaking in me. I so easily creep back into life, into fears, into fleshly desires. I neglect to sit, process, and thank You for what You are doing in my life. You created and cleared a space in my head and in my heart, yet I am so quick to attempt to fill it up with the flesh. Oh, the temptation to sit in other's lives and not mine. Clear these temptations, Father. Make space. Give me the discipline and focus to clear times and areas for me to sit with You... again and again. Bring clarity. Bring memory. Like glue on my brain, let Your Words stick. Wake me in the morning, pursue me in the afternoon.
Move in me, Jesus.
I love you.
This is a core question for so many people; especially women. I have been thinking about this SO much lately. I sit in four walls for 95% of my days and long for someone to recognize what I am doing. Whether it be attempting to comprehend a scientific process in school, wrangling three boys to the table for dinner, or studying in the confines of a bedroom... I so often find myself walking the halls of school or home and wondering if someone will see how I am balancing home and job and school and life. After nineteen years of living, why do I still strive for someone to notice me??
I've said it countless times on this blog, and if you've spent any amount of time with me lately, you've most likely heard me say it: God has allowed tremendous amounts of growth to take place in my heart over the past year and a half. He has (and continues to) strip me of pride and selfishness, replacing it with a profound love for His heart and His people.
But I am human. I am full of ugly sin, and daily fight for righteousness and the pursuit of holiness.
So here's a little raw piece of Alyssa:
As space has opened up in my life to read, study, write, and create... there are still days when I find myself not doing it for Jesus. I find that I'm doing it for you. Because I want you to notice me. I want my "stats" to rise. I want you to laugh at status updates, and leave comments of encouragement.
And on days when I realize this, I don't write. Because I want my words to be from a place of humility and the desire to bring Jesus glory. The striving for attention holds me back. It keeps me from who I am meant to be in Christ. It keeps me from completely surrendering control and wholly following Him. It keeps me from walking in freedom.
Freedom comes from intentionally following Jesus, pursuing His heart and loving His truth.
I've moved from the stronghold of fear to a place of recognition and desired abandonment of control. There are so many who know who I am intended to be, yet work hard to keep from becoming that. My eyes are so easily moved inward at SELF. How I pray that the Lord will continue to move, shove, and shake my vision upward.
So that I can read and remember. So that I can continue to write as an expression of worship and create as an expression of joy. I want every move I make to be intentional, purposeful, and to be made for Him.
Beautiful God,
You are moving and shaking in me. I so easily creep back into life, into fears, into fleshly desires. I neglect to sit, process, and thank You for what You are doing in my life. You created and cleared a space in my head and in my heart, yet I am so quick to attempt to fill it up with the flesh. Oh, the temptation to sit in other's lives and not mine. Clear these temptations, Father. Make space. Give me the discipline and focus to clear times and areas for me to sit with You... again and again. Bring clarity. Bring memory. Like glue on my brain, let Your Words stick. Wake me in the morning, pursue me in the afternoon.
Move in me, Jesus.
I love you.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Not Just any Branch.
Today, I was walking on campus, hurriedly going to my next class. There were throngs of people in every direction, and the air seemed to be extra cold. As I turned the corner, I saw a gigantic portion of a huge oak tree that had crashed down in one of the common areas... I saw it from far away, and even from my position, I could see that it must have been a massive crash.
After my theatre class, I walked over to check it out, and to be honest? It was amazing. The inside of the section of the tree that had fallen was basically completely hollow. The massive section of branches had fallen down because it had "separated" from the central part of the tree. (I did not gather this on my own. There was a geology major standing next to me, so I asked him how it happened!!)
For some reason, I have thought about that tree all afternoon. It was seriously one of the coolest things I've ever seen. I so wish I had taken a picture. If it is still there tomorrow, that is exactly what I will be doing!
I don't want to be like this portion of the tree. At all. Hollow in my faith, and beaten down by the world. The branches fell over because they were no longer being fed and strengthened by the roots. You could see all the lines and areas where water had seeped in over time and weakened the tree.
I don't know how many times I've walked right in the middle of that area this semester. How many times I've literally been sitting right UNDER that tree. How many times I've watched countless study sessions happening right under the section of branches that fell. Never in my wildest imagination did I think any part of this old oak tree might fall down. It looked solid... and safe.
How often am I like this? Putting on a good show? Trying hard to make it look like everything is good and together? When really, the rain is seeping in. Tunnels are being created that are weakening my connection to the main tree... to the vine. When I feel like I'm going to break off and crash.
A year ago the answer would been ALL.THE.TIME. My life was characterized by the "good show" I was putting on for the masses. But really? My life needed major help.
So God decided to strategically place some strong branches in my life to slowly feed and bring nourishment. Sometimes it was my favorite neighbor just down the street, a phone call from a mom, or a sweet facebook message from a friend. But most often it was the sweet words of Isaiah or Ruth, Daniel or David.
... and I'm so SO thankful He did.
Today, and every day, I want to be a branch. But not just any branch. I want to be a solid branch. But solidarity doesn't come from just a few feeble attempts at prayer or the study of His Word. I must keep asking, keep seeking, and keep knocking... with the full belief that He is there. He is listening, creating a strength that is unshakeable and unbreakable.
Oh, how I love the lessons that Jesus chooses to teach through something as simple as a fallen tree.
"Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me." ~Jesus, in John 15:4
Thankful for the Vine who gives me life, and the strong branches He chooses to place on my tree :)
~Lyss
After my theatre class, I walked over to check it out, and to be honest? It was amazing. The inside of the section of the tree that had fallen was basically completely hollow. The massive section of branches had fallen down because it had "separated" from the central part of the tree. (I did not gather this on my own. There was a geology major standing next to me, so I asked him how it happened!!)
For some reason, I have thought about that tree all afternoon. It was seriously one of the coolest things I've ever seen. I so wish I had taken a picture. If it is still there tomorrow, that is exactly what I will be doing!
I don't want to be like this portion of the tree. At all. Hollow in my faith, and beaten down by the world. The branches fell over because they were no longer being fed and strengthened by the roots. You could see all the lines and areas where water had seeped in over time and weakened the tree.
I don't know how many times I've walked right in the middle of that area this semester. How many times I've literally been sitting right UNDER that tree. How many times I've watched countless study sessions happening right under the section of branches that fell. Never in my wildest imagination did I think any part of this old oak tree might fall down. It looked solid... and safe.
How often am I like this? Putting on a good show? Trying hard to make it look like everything is good and together? When really, the rain is seeping in. Tunnels are being created that are weakening my connection to the main tree... to the vine. When I feel like I'm going to break off and crash.
A year ago the answer would been ALL.THE.TIME. My life was characterized by the "good show" I was putting on for the masses. But really? My life needed major help.
So God decided to strategically place some strong branches in my life to slowly feed and bring nourishment. Sometimes it was my favorite neighbor just down the street, a phone call from a mom, or a sweet facebook message from a friend. But most often it was the sweet words of Isaiah or Ruth, Daniel or David.
... and I'm so SO thankful He did.
Today, and every day, I want to be a branch. But not just any branch. I want to be a solid branch. But solidarity doesn't come from just a few feeble attempts at prayer or the study of His Word. I must keep asking, keep seeking, and keep knocking... with the full belief that He is there. He is listening, creating a strength that is unshakeable and unbreakable.
Oh, how I love the lessons that Jesus chooses to teach through something as simple as a fallen tree.
"Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me." ~Jesus, in John 15:4
Thankful for the Vine who gives me life, and the strong branches He chooses to place on my tree :)
~Lyss
Monday, November 21, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Twenty-One
I was watching I Love Lucy last night. Oh, how I love that show. I was watching one of the very first episodes where Lucy and Ethel are convinced their hubbies are about to be drafted... so they start knitting them going away presents. Hilarious... and so so sweet!
I sometimes get in "old movie" mode, where I just want to watch the classics. Most often they include I Love Lucy (or The Brady Bunch) re-runs and a pile of my favorite Hershey's kisses (the peppermint ones that come out at Christmas time. Oh YUM!). However, no I Love Lucy marathon would be complete without a nod to Ethel, the fictitious Lucy's closest friend, dearest confidant, and greatest accomplice.
That's what I'm thankful for today: Best Friends.
Lucy and Ethel, Scarlet and Melanie, Lorelai and Sookie, Peyton and Brooke, Thelma and Louise, Ruth and Naomi... and more recently, Aibileene and Minny. Women who were stronger, wiser, and loved deeply due to one common denominator~ her best friend. One of my favorite verses of devotion in the Old Testament isn't spoken between a man and woman in love, it's spoken between women. Ruth doesn't pledge to follow Boaz, make his people and God hers; she promises this to Naomi, her destitute mother-in-law who is throwing verbal rocks at her, trying to get Ruth to abandon her (Ruth 1:16). But Ruth stays.
Women stay, for the sake of each other. And I'm so thankful for that. Melanie opens her home and heart to Scarlett, despite her continually throwing herself at Melanie’s husband. Sookie is consistently patient with Lorelai's dramatic temperament and irrational thoughts. Brooke keeps coming back to sit and cry with Peyton, in spite of harsh words and gossip. Thelma and Louise have their fateful cliff. Aibileene and Minny together motivate an entire community of women to share their stories.
I absolutely believe that God places best friends in our lives for a beautiful purpose. Do we need friends? Perhaps not. After all, there are dozens and dozens of songs, poems, and verses about needing the love of Christ alone. He is all we truly need. However, He chooses to give us friends. Because He LOVES us. Pretty amazing.
I am so thankful for these friends. The friends that will literally force you to eat when you don't think you have the strength anymore. The friend that always, always comes back after a disagreement and tells you how much she loves you. The friend that knows the decision you'll make before you even make it. The friend that calls you forward into the person you were created to be, and speaks truth over the heart that God has so perfectly molded and formed.
In the first chapter of Luke, tucked neatly away into the nativity narrative, is a small passage I seemed to have overlooked each year when I read the Christmas story. Well, this year was different. (*side note* I realize it's November 21st. I get excited for Christmas in October. It's a miracle I waited this long to read it!) I was pouring over the miracle of Jesus' birth, there's a beautiful seven verses in which Mary leaves her home, supernaturally pregnant with Jesus, and visits her cousin, Elizabeth.
"At that time Mary got ready and hurried to a town in the hill country of Judea, where she entered Zechariah’s home and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. In a loud voice she exclaimed: “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!”
God's Word doesn't illuminate Mary's emotional state during this visit, but she is a teenage girl. Engaged yet unwed. Pregnant, yet still a virgin. Great though her faith must have been, I doubt that she was as carefree on the road to Elizabeth's as she likely was during visits prior to the angel's visit.
Mary's song, a few verses later, is, to me, one of the most beautiful in Scripture.
"And Mary said:
'My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God, my Savior,
for He has been mindful
of the humble state of His servant.
From ow on all generations will call me blessed,
for the Mighty One has done great things for me-
holy is His name.
His mercy extends to those who fear Him,
from generation to generation.
He has performed mighty deeds with His arm;
He has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty.
He has helped His servant Israel,
remembering to be merciful
to Abraham and his descendants forever,
just as He promises our ancestors.'"
Beautiful, right? However, I find it interesting that Mary does not break into song immediately after the angel's announcement that she is soon to be the mother of the Messiah. No. Instead, Mary, without Joseph or her parents, hurriedly travels to her cousin, Elizabeth. Elizabeth is also miraculously expecting a baby. And like Mary, Elizabeth is experiencing a type of isolation born from her pregnancy; her husband has been struck mute for his disbelief, and will not speak again until after the child is born.
The instant these women are in sight of each other, their very presence encourages the other. Elizabeth is filled with the Holy Spirit when Mary calls out to greet her, and the baby within Elizabeth's womb leaps. I LOVE that moment. Her delight with Mary pours forth in her greeting, as Elizabeth loudly proclaims truth over her, calling Mary "the mother of my Lord" and saying, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear" (Luke 1:42, 43). And it is when she ends with, "Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her," that Mary is able to praise her Lord for His promises to her. Perhaps up until that point, this promise seemed like a burden. I mean seriously, her fiance had intended to divorce her quietly and she was likely the recipient of public ridicule. But with Elizabeth's Holy Spirit driven words, Mary is able, in spite of and because of her circumstances, to "glorify the Lord" and "rejoice in [her] Savior."
God used another woman. Not her parents, not Joseph, not even another angel, to give the Messiah's mother a posture of praise. It is the relationship between these two women, grounded in their faith and infused with the Holy Spirit, that washes away loneliness and fear away with truth. This friendship takes each woman where she is, and points her ever closer to the Father, moves her to a place where she can see above her current circumstances to the perfect provision and abounding grace of God. This is the kind of friendship that illuminates God's fingerprints on our lives. It highlights His promises and awakens our hearts to His work within and around us. It is the model of friendship that we each so desperately need to follow; that we are called to.
Today, I am thankful for best friends that follow this model that God was so gracious to place before us.
Praying that you may have and delight in such a friend. and also that you and I would be this friend to others.
You are deeply loved,
Lyss :)
I sometimes get in "old movie" mode, where I just want to watch the classics. Most often they include I Love Lucy (or The Brady Bunch) re-runs and a pile of my favorite Hershey's kisses (the peppermint ones that come out at Christmas time. Oh YUM!). However, no I Love Lucy marathon would be complete without a nod to Ethel, the fictitious Lucy's closest friend, dearest confidant, and greatest accomplice.
That's what I'm thankful for today: Best Friends.
Lucy and Ethel, Scarlet and Melanie, Lorelai and Sookie, Peyton and Brooke, Thelma and Louise, Ruth and Naomi... and more recently, Aibileene and Minny. Women who were stronger, wiser, and loved deeply due to one common denominator~ her best friend. One of my favorite verses of devotion in the Old Testament isn't spoken between a man and woman in love, it's spoken between women. Ruth doesn't pledge to follow Boaz, make his people and God hers; she promises this to Naomi, her destitute mother-in-law who is throwing verbal rocks at her, trying to get Ruth to abandon her (Ruth 1:16). But Ruth stays.
Women stay, for the sake of each other. And I'm so thankful for that. Melanie opens her home and heart to Scarlett, despite her continually throwing herself at Melanie’s husband. Sookie is consistently patient with Lorelai's dramatic temperament and irrational thoughts. Brooke keeps coming back to sit and cry with Peyton, in spite of harsh words and gossip. Thelma and Louise have their fateful cliff. Aibileene and Minny together motivate an entire community of women to share their stories.
I absolutely believe that God places best friends in our lives for a beautiful purpose. Do we need friends? Perhaps not. After all, there are dozens and dozens of songs, poems, and verses about needing the love of Christ alone. He is all we truly need. However, He chooses to give us friends. Because He LOVES us. Pretty amazing.
I am so thankful for these friends. The friends that will literally force you to eat when you don't think you have the strength anymore. The friend that always, always comes back after a disagreement and tells you how much she loves you. The friend that knows the decision you'll make before you even make it. The friend that calls you forward into the person you were created to be, and speaks truth over the heart that God has so perfectly molded and formed.
In the first chapter of Luke, tucked neatly away into the nativity narrative, is a small passage I seemed to have overlooked each year when I read the Christmas story. Well, this year was different. (*side note* I realize it's November 21st. I get excited for Christmas in October. It's a miracle I waited this long to read it!) I was pouring over the miracle of Jesus' birth, there's a beautiful seven verses in which Mary leaves her home, supernaturally pregnant with Jesus, and visits her cousin, Elizabeth.
"At that time Mary got ready and hurried to a town in the hill country of Judea, where she entered Zechariah’s home and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. In a loud voice she exclaimed: “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!”
God's Word doesn't illuminate Mary's emotional state during this visit, but she is a teenage girl. Engaged yet unwed. Pregnant, yet still a virgin. Great though her faith must have been, I doubt that she was as carefree on the road to Elizabeth's as she likely was during visits prior to the angel's visit.
Mary's song, a few verses later, is, to me, one of the most beautiful in Scripture.
"And Mary said:
'My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God, my Savior,
for He has been mindful
of the humble state of His servant.
From ow on all generations will call me blessed,
for the Mighty One has done great things for me-
holy is His name.
His mercy extends to those who fear Him,
from generation to generation.
He has performed mighty deeds with His arm;
He has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty.
He has helped His servant Israel,
remembering to be merciful
to Abraham and his descendants forever,
just as He promises our ancestors.'"
Beautiful, right? However, I find it interesting that Mary does not break into song immediately after the angel's announcement that she is soon to be the mother of the Messiah. No. Instead, Mary, without Joseph or her parents, hurriedly travels to her cousin, Elizabeth. Elizabeth is also miraculously expecting a baby. And like Mary, Elizabeth is experiencing a type of isolation born from her pregnancy; her husband has been struck mute for his disbelief, and will not speak again until after the child is born.
The instant these women are in sight of each other, their very presence encourages the other. Elizabeth is filled with the Holy Spirit when Mary calls out to greet her, and the baby within Elizabeth's womb leaps. I LOVE that moment. Her delight with Mary pours forth in her greeting, as Elizabeth loudly proclaims truth over her, calling Mary "the mother of my Lord" and saying, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear" (Luke 1:42, 43). And it is when she ends with, "Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her," that Mary is able to praise her Lord for His promises to her. Perhaps up until that point, this promise seemed like a burden. I mean seriously, her fiance had intended to divorce her quietly and she was likely the recipient of public ridicule. But with Elizabeth's Holy Spirit driven words, Mary is able, in spite of and because of her circumstances, to "glorify the Lord" and "rejoice in [her] Savior."
God used another woman. Not her parents, not Joseph, not even another angel, to give the Messiah's mother a posture of praise. It is the relationship between these two women, grounded in their faith and infused with the Holy Spirit, that washes away loneliness and fear away with truth. This friendship takes each woman where she is, and points her ever closer to the Father, moves her to a place where she can see above her current circumstances to the perfect provision and abounding grace of God. This is the kind of friendship that illuminates God's fingerprints on our lives. It highlights His promises and awakens our hearts to His work within and around us. It is the model of friendship that we each so desperately need to follow; that we are called to.
Today, I am thankful for best friends that follow this model that God was so gracious to place before us.
Praying that you may have and delight in such a friend. and also that you and I would be this friend to others.
You are deeply loved,
Lyss :)
Friday, November 18, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Eighteen.
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1
Man, oh man. Where do I even begin today??? So much to be thankful for. So much change just around the bend.
I'm not sure how I'm going to effectively convey my thoughts and my heart... so I'm simply asking God to guide my hands as I type.
First, I'll give you the plan for right now :) Then I'll give you a peek as to the hearts that are behind it.
I'm finishing up a semester at Sac State right now. I'm currently a nursing major. In three and a half short weeks, I won't be at Sac State anymore, and I won't be a nursing major anymore. To take it a step further, I'm not going to school at all anymore. I'm moving back home to Redding, pursuing a full time job, and various other activities that I'm SO excited to have the time to do. They include: volunteering in the Stirring kids and speaking into the lives of His little children that He loves so so much, getting to know God's people (and I mean REALLY know them, not just names) more deeply and fully in an atmosphere of community, discipling and being discipled, learning to cook and sew, preparing for my sweet friend's wedding, and being able to love without boundaries and restraints. After my beautiful friend gets married in June, my heart's desire is to move to Southern California in late summer. Similar to the set up in Redding, I would love to pursue a full time job and be actively involved in Grace Community Church in Sun Valley. My heart is passionate about seeing His sons and daughters freed from captivity, specifically in the area of human trafficking. There are countless opportunities to serve in this area, and I'm so excited for what God might have.
However, other than the plan to move home to Redding in three weeks, none of this is set in stone :) I am so so open to the plan God has for me, and I am standing with arms high and heart abandoned... asking Him to have His will with me. In every area of my life.
NOW... to the hearts behind it :)
First up, my heart! But, before I share, I'd like you to know that I value your thoughts :) If you have concerns, express them. If you have encouragement, share it. If you have wisdom, I'd love to listen. I SO SO appreciate them. I don't take them lightly AT ALL. I sit with them, mull them over, take them to Jesus. So feel free. And know that I love you.
First of all, I have heard from the time I was very small that I WAS going to college, because it was important to have something to fall back on. It was a mantra I heard growing up. And here's the thing: I KNOW there is danger and opportunity for insecurity in not going to school. I did not make this decision based off of emotion, or what would be the most "fun." I didn't decide to cease going to school because it was "too hard." I absolutely could've pushed through, I could've continued to fight and struggle through... and I would've become a nurse. There's no doubt in my mind.
BUT. Friends. Honestly? My heart has never been in it. Ever. There were absolutely moments and days that I loved, like a beautiful trip to Mexico and hilarious lab times with sweet friends. But at the root of going to school was the desire to please man. From day one. And if I continue to live my life in an effort to please man, I will be miserable. My deepest desire is to please Jesus, and know that His plan for me will be perfect. I am a person that craves control. It was the ONE thing in my life that I felt I could grasp and work toward for praise and encouragement. As long as I could bring home an "A" or even a "B" on an exam, I had accomplished something worthy. It was the one thing I felt like I was doing right.
I am seeing more and more that this next season is truly a complete abandonment of all control, allowing God to work in and through the unknowns. Someone said to me once, "I think it's unbiblical for women to go to college." Ridiculous, in my opinion. However, I would say that it's just as ridiculous to say that it's unbiblical for women NOT to go to college. I completely believe that sometimes He calls His daughters to not be students. And I believe, after much prayer and counsel, that I'm one of them.
There were so many positives to going to college for a year and a half. SO SO many. I met one of my best friends my first year of college. She walked with me through so much healing and restoration and spoke hope and truth over my life in such a special, beautiful way. I met a family whose home is, in many ways, my second home. It's a place of complete safety and love. I connected deeply with a sweet friend who was searching for the heart of God, and simply needed someone to walk alongside. I learned valuable organizational and time management skills. I took a trip to Mexico that taught me lessons in humility, submission, and gratitude. I worked through disappointments and suffering, and lived with tremendous joy and passion. I put feet to my faith, and struggled with not being in a Christ-fearing home. I learned what it meant to have a posture of grace and humility. I was loved.
... No part about going to college these eighteen months has been a mistake. God's hand was in every single bit of it.
And His hand is in this next season, too. Being in school absolutely constricted and suffocated the desires in my heart to serve and connect and DO. I just couldn't do it. My heart is so filled with joy at the freedom that He has given me to go and do great things in His name apart from school. So many ideas and thoughts swirling around in my head as to what He might have for me these next few years... in order to prepare me to be a wife and a mom, one of my heart's most deep rooted desires. I am not being naive as to the probable difficulty in the desire to stay at home and be a mom. I'm SO not. I KNOW it will be difficult. I know it could be days, weeks, months, or years before He chooses to bless me with a man to love and walk life with. But I also know that He's placed those desires on my heart for a reason, and He's going to fulfill them in the best way possible. He's a faithful, faithful God. And I trust Him.
Now, the other heart that is so so involved in this decision: my sweet sweet Savior's heart.
Jesus has been teaching me some tough lessons about safety lately. Lessons that led to a decision to stop going to school!
I sat across the table of my dear, sweet friend a couple weeks ago. I heard myself saying, "I'm beginning to wonder if the idea of basing my whole life on safety means that I've been missing that beautiful adventure of what God has desired for my life all along."
Seriously it was like I was speaking French. She looked back at me with this blank look in her eye.
Then she began to slowly shake her head. "I have no idea what you mean, Lyss. Safety is GOOD, isn't it?"
I sat and mulled over those words in my head for a while. Isn't it, I thought?
Well, it is if you love the American Dream.
I grew up locking doors and windows. And this is in Redding, no less. Probably one of the safest cities in California. I lived in a clean suburban neighborhood that was a great place to live, and I loved it. But... a forgotten purse on the seat in the car overnight would still be replaced with a puddle of glass to be found on the street the next morning.
I remember going on vacation to Chicago one year (oh, I have SUCH great memories of that trip), and as we drove through the hard parts of town, my parents told my brother and I never to look anyone in the eye. So we hid in the back seats, dropping as far down below the window as we could. Homeless men talking to themselves, women who sat next to their life's shopping carts at bus stops, groups of children wandering the streets alone. We didn't dare stare at anything but the dark grey carpet of the rental car until we emerged into someplace brighter. Even then, at twelve years old, my heart ached to speak Jesus to them. To let each of them know that there was hope beyond the shopping cart and lack of food.
Even still, noises in the backyard scared me in the middle of the night. In my mind, I would create masked invaders with hidden guns from what were most definitely prowling cats or the occasional naughty skunk roaming through the shrubs.
In essence, I became accustomed to being fearful. Safety became my number one goal in life.
To marry a man who would provide and take care of me financially. To find a home in a neighborhood where I could leave my doors unlocked. To watch my children grow up knowing exactly where their futures would take them. To protect my family from harm, from illness, from change, from grief. To not only have enough, but to have more than enough food, money, experiences. To create some kind of nest egg so that I would never have to be worried.
I've lived most of teenage years with these things in mind. But Jesus so graciously chose to reveal to me that safety, at least the way we as Americans define "safety" is, at its core, dangerous.
Safety means I'm imprisoned in my own idea of what is best for me and my family, instead of what my perfect God thinks is best. Safety lulls me to sleep in my own warm bed of complacency and trust, relying on my own ability to provide security. Safety blinds and numbs me to the hurts and needs of others.
Safety is dangerous.
God has not asked me to live a "safe" life. He's asked me to worship Him, rather than safety and He's asked me to fully surrender my need for security. He's asked me to be focused on bringing Him glory and furthering His kingdom rather than my own stockpiling of gates and walls and locks that might keep me safe.
Right now, that means doing things that require risk: ending the pursuit of a college education, moving to a place that's unfamiliar, and taking steps into darkness with only Him to trust.
It means making choices based on GOD'S heart and who I know HE is rather than on what is safe.
I'm still going to lock my doors when I go to sleep at night, and hold the sweet boy's hands in a parking lot...
But I'm so so ready to begin trusting God in a way that requires COMPLETE dependence on Him.
... and that's the best danger of all.
So, what am I thankful for today?
I'm thankful for change, risk, and trust.
Excited, nervous, and completely at peace :)
You are loved,
Lyss :)
"Beholding Your beauty is all I long for
To worship You Jesus with my soul's desire
For this very heart You've shaped for Your pleasure
The purpose to lift Your name high.
Hear and surrender in pure adoration
I enter Your courts with an offering of praise
I am Your servant come to bring You glory
As is fit for the work of Your hands."
Man, oh man. Where do I even begin today??? So much to be thankful for. So much change just around the bend.
I'm not sure how I'm going to effectively convey my thoughts and my heart... so I'm simply asking God to guide my hands as I type.
First, I'll give you the plan for right now :) Then I'll give you a peek as to the hearts that are behind it.
I'm finishing up a semester at Sac State right now. I'm currently a nursing major. In three and a half short weeks, I won't be at Sac State anymore, and I won't be a nursing major anymore. To take it a step further, I'm not going to school at all anymore. I'm moving back home to Redding, pursuing a full time job, and various other activities that I'm SO excited to have the time to do. They include: volunteering in the Stirring kids and speaking into the lives of His little children that He loves so so much, getting to know God's people (and I mean REALLY know them, not just names) more deeply and fully in an atmosphere of community, discipling and being discipled, learning to cook and sew, preparing for my sweet friend's wedding, and being able to love without boundaries and restraints. After my beautiful friend gets married in June, my heart's desire is to move to Southern California in late summer. Similar to the set up in Redding, I would love to pursue a full time job and be actively involved in Grace Community Church in Sun Valley. My heart is passionate about seeing His sons and daughters freed from captivity, specifically in the area of human trafficking. There are countless opportunities to serve in this area, and I'm so excited for what God might have.
However, other than the plan to move home to Redding in three weeks, none of this is set in stone :) I am so so open to the plan God has for me, and I am standing with arms high and heart abandoned... asking Him to have His will with me. In every area of my life.
NOW... to the hearts behind it :)
First up, my heart! But, before I share, I'd like you to know that I value your thoughts :) If you have concerns, express them. If you have encouragement, share it. If you have wisdom, I'd love to listen. I SO SO appreciate them. I don't take them lightly AT ALL. I sit with them, mull them over, take them to Jesus. So feel free. And know that I love you.
First of all, I have heard from the time I was very small that I WAS going to college, because it was important to have something to fall back on. It was a mantra I heard growing up. And here's the thing: I KNOW there is danger and opportunity for insecurity in not going to school. I did not make this decision based off of emotion, or what would be the most "fun." I didn't decide to cease going to school because it was "too hard." I absolutely could've pushed through, I could've continued to fight and struggle through... and I would've become a nurse. There's no doubt in my mind.
BUT. Friends. Honestly? My heart has never been in it. Ever. There were absolutely moments and days that I loved, like a beautiful trip to Mexico and hilarious lab times with sweet friends. But at the root of going to school was the desire to please man. From day one. And if I continue to live my life in an effort to please man, I will be miserable. My deepest desire is to please Jesus, and know that His plan for me will be perfect. I am a person that craves control. It was the ONE thing in my life that I felt I could grasp and work toward for praise and encouragement. As long as I could bring home an "A" or even a "B" on an exam, I had accomplished something worthy. It was the one thing I felt like I was doing right.
I am seeing more and more that this next season is truly a complete abandonment of all control, allowing God to work in and through the unknowns. Someone said to me once, "I think it's unbiblical for women to go to college." Ridiculous, in my opinion. However, I would say that it's just as ridiculous to say that it's unbiblical for women NOT to go to college. I completely believe that sometimes He calls His daughters to not be students. And I believe, after much prayer and counsel, that I'm one of them.
There were so many positives to going to college for a year and a half. SO SO many. I met one of my best friends my first year of college. She walked with me through so much healing and restoration and spoke hope and truth over my life in such a special, beautiful way. I met a family whose home is, in many ways, my second home. It's a place of complete safety and love. I connected deeply with a sweet friend who was searching for the heart of God, and simply needed someone to walk alongside. I learned valuable organizational and time management skills. I took a trip to Mexico that taught me lessons in humility, submission, and gratitude. I worked through disappointments and suffering, and lived with tremendous joy and passion. I put feet to my faith, and struggled with not being in a Christ-fearing home. I learned what it meant to have a posture of grace and humility. I was loved.
... No part about going to college these eighteen months has been a mistake. God's hand was in every single bit of it.
And His hand is in this next season, too. Being in school absolutely constricted and suffocated the desires in my heart to serve and connect and DO. I just couldn't do it. My heart is so filled with joy at the freedom that He has given me to go and do great things in His name apart from school. So many ideas and thoughts swirling around in my head as to what He might have for me these next few years... in order to prepare me to be a wife and a mom, one of my heart's most deep rooted desires. I am not being naive as to the probable difficulty in the desire to stay at home and be a mom. I'm SO not. I KNOW it will be difficult. I know it could be days, weeks, months, or years before He chooses to bless me with a man to love and walk life with. But I also know that He's placed those desires on my heart for a reason, and He's going to fulfill them in the best way possible. He's a faithful, faithful God. And I trust Him.
Now, the other heart that is so so involved in this decision: my sweet sweet Savior's heart.
Jesus has been teaching me some tough lessons about safety lately. Lessons that led to a decision to stop going to school!
I sat across the table of my dear, sweet friend a couple weeks ago. I heard myself saying, "I'm beginning to wonder if the idea of basing my whole life on safety means that I've been missing that beautiful adventure of what God has desired for my life all along."
Seriously it was like I was speaking French. She looked back at me with this blank look in her eye.
Then she began to slowly shake her head. "I have no idea what you mean, Lyss. Safety is GOOD, isn't it?"
I sat and mulled over those words in my head for a while. Isn't it, I thought?
Well, it is if you love the American Dream.
I grew up locking doors and windows. And this is in Redding, no less. Probably one of the safest cities in California. I lived in a clean suburban neighborhood that was a great place to live, and I loved it. But... a forgotten purse on the seat in the car overnight would still be replaced with a puddle of glass to be found on the street the next morning.
I remember going on vacation to Chicago one year (oh, I have SUCH great memories of that trip), and as we drove through the hard parts of town, my parents told my brother and I never to look anyone in the eye. So we hid in the back seats, dropping as far down below the window as we could. Homeless men talking to themselves, women who sat next to their life's shopping carts at bus stops, groups of children wandering the streets alone. We didn't dare stare at anything but the dark grey carpet of the rental car until we emerged into someplace brighter. Even then, at twelve years old, my heart ached to speak Jesus to them. To let each of them know that there was hope beyond the shopping cart and lack of food.
Even still, noises in the backyard scared me in the middle of the night. In my mind, I would create masked invaders with hidden guns from what were most definitely prowling cats or the occasional naughty skunk roaming through the shrubs.
In essence, I became accustomed to being fearful. Safety became my number one goal in life.
To marry a man who would provide and take care of me financially. To find a home in a neighborhood where I could leave my doors unlocked. To watch my children grow up knowing exactly where their futures would take them. To protect my family from harm, from illness, from change, from grief. To not only have enough, but to have more than enough food, money, experiences. To create some kind of nest egg so that I would never have to be worried.
I've lived most of teenage years with these things in mind. But Jesus so graciously chose to reveal to me that safety, at least the way we as Americans define "safety" is, at its core, dangerous.
Safety means I'm imprisoned in my own idea of what is best for me and my family, instead of what my perfect God thinks is best. Safety lulls me to sleep in my own warm bed of complacency and trust, relying on my own ability to provide security. Safety blinds and numbs me to the hurts and needs of others.
Safety is dangerous.
God has not asked me to live a "safe" life. He's asked me to worship Him, rather than safety and He's asked me to fully surrender my need for security. He's asked me to be focused on bringing Him glory and furthering His kingdom rather than my own stockpiling of gates and walls and locks that might keep me safe.
Right now, that means doing things that require risk: ending the pursuit of a college education, moving to a place that's unfamiliar, and taking steps into darkness with only Him to trust.
It means making choices based on GOD'S heart and who I know HE is rather than on what is safe.
I'm still going to lock my doors when I go to sleep at night, and hold the sweet boy's hands in a parking lot...
But I'm so so ready to begin trusting God in a way that requires COMPLETE dependence on Him.
... and that's the best danger of all.
So, what am I thankful for today?
I'm thankful for change, risk, and trust.
Excited, nervous, and completely at peace :)
You are loved,
Lyss :)
"Beholding Your beauty is all I long for
To worship You Jesus with my soul's desire
For this very heart You've shaped for Your pleasure
The purpose to lift Your name high.
Hear and surrender in pure adoration
I enter Your courts with an offering of praise
I am Your servant come to bring You glory
As is fit for the work of Your hands."
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Seventeen
Today, I am thankful for the goodness of God.
While I could most definitely end the post HERE, and it would be sufficient... let me expand a little bit :)
I grew up believing that blessings and healing and victory belong to those who believe. Which is such a wonderful thought. But the flipside of that belief was that failure, sickness, and suffering were signs of not believing enough .
So while I was taught to instinctively respond to "God is good" with "All the time", it was silently understood in my little heart that God's goodness is only reflected in the goodness of my own life.
God's goodness could certainly not be present in the failure, in the sickness, or in the suffering. For those, clearly, were signs of a wayward heart, a faltering faith, an unexposed sin.
Basically anything but blessing, success, and victory boiled down to not being enough.
Not praying enough.
Not believing enough.
Not claiming victory enough.
Not speaking words of faith enough.
I completely believed that the difficult and painful circumstances were never God's will for me. And if I found myself in the midst of them, then obviously I needed to change/fix/do something to get back in "right-standing" with God, so things would turn around.
I think back NOW and wonder how I processed all the beautiful stories of suffering and hurt that I read in God's Word.
You know, stories like Stephen being killed because of His faith. (Acts 6:8-8:1). And Joseph's decades of wrongful imprisonment. (Genesis 39). There's also Paul's beatings, jail sentences, and never-abating thorn in the flesh. John the Baptist, Jesus' own cousin, was beheaded. and I only need to mention Job.
I don't know what I did with these stories (plus countless more) that clearly flew in the face of the you-will-never-have-issues-if-you-have-enough-faith breed of Christianity that I had embraced.
Because the truth of the matter is this: There are so many things in life that I simply cannot and will not believe my way out of.
The rain falls on the just and the unjust. "Bad" things happen to God-fearing people. Jesus allows suffering.
A faith that only acknowledges the goodness of the God when things are going great isn't faith at all. It's nothing but a sandcastle mirage of the real thing.
Faith is believing that God is good even when life seems to be anything but.
Faith is believing that God is good even when my world seems to be caving in.
Even when the sickness isn't healed.
Even when the pain gets worse.
Even when there seems to be sudden loss and uncertainty.
Even when lies are spreading.
Even when I'm scared.
Even when I don't know the next step.
Faith is looking at the world spinning out of control and choosing to believe that the God of the Universe is still in control. Perfect control.
God is good. and God is Sovereign. Faith is believing both those truths at the same time.
Life is hard. We all know this. It would be unrealistic to state the opposite.
BUT STILL. God is Sovereign, and God is good.
ALL the time.
No matter what.
This is what I'm thankful for today :)
Praying today that you revel in the goodness of our amazing God, finding comfort in the perfection of His Sovereignty... no matter your circumstances.
You are loved,
Lyss :)
While I could most definitely end the post HERE, and it would be sufficient... let me expand a little bit :)
I grew up believing that blessings and healing and victory belong to those who believe. Which is such a wonderful thought. But the flipside of that belief was that failure, sickness, and suffering were signs of not believing enough .
So while I was taught to instinctively respond to "God is good" with "All the time", it was silently understood in my little heart that God's goodness is only reflected in the goodness of my own life.
God's goodness could certainly not be present in the failure, in the sickness, or in the suffering. For those, clearly, were signs of a wayward heart, a faltering faith, an unexposed sin.
Basically anything but blessing, success, and victory boiled down to not being enough.
Not praying enough.
Not believing enough.
Not claiming victory enough.
Not speaking words of faith enough.
I completely believed that the difficult and painful circumstances were never God's will for me. And if I found myself in the midst of them, then obviously I needed to change/fix/do something to get back in "right-standing" with God, so things would turn around.
I think back NOW and wonder how I processed all the beautiful stories of suffering and hurt that I read in God's Word.
You know, stories like Stephen being killed because of His faith. (Acts 6:8-8:1). And Joseph's decades of wrongful imprisonment. (Genesis 39). There's also Paul's beatings, jail sentences, and never-abating thorn in the flesh. John the Baptist, Jesus' own cousin, was beheaded. and I only need to mention Job.
I don't know what I did with these stories (plus countless more) that clearly flew in the face of the you-will-never-have-issues-if-you-have-enough-faith breed of Christianity that I had embraced.
Because the truth of the matter is this: There are so many things in life that I simply cannot and will not believe my way out of.
The rain falls on the just and the unjust. "Bad" things happen to God-fearing people. Jesus allows suffering.
A faith that only acknowledges the goodness of the God when things are going great isn't faith at all. It's nothing but a sandcastle mirage of the real thing.
Faith is believing that God is good even when life seems to be anything but.
Faith is believing that God is good even when my world seems to be caving in.
Even when the sickness isn't healed.
Even when the pain gets worse.
Even when there seems to be sudden loss and uncertainty.
Even when lies are spreading.
Even when I'm scared.
Even when I don't know the next step.
Faith is looking at the world spinning out of control and choosing to believe that the God of the Universe is still in control. Perfect control.
God is good. and God is Sovereign. Faith is believing both those truths at the same time.
Life is hard. We all know this. It would be unrealistic to state the opposite.
BUT STILL. God is Sovereign, and God is good.
ALL the time.
No matter what.
This is what I'm thankful for today :)
Praying today that you revel in the goodness of our amazing God, finding comfort in the perfection of His Sovereignty... no matter your circumstances.
You are loved,
Lyss :)
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Sixteen
Today, I'm thankful for my deeper story.
The story that God has so perfectly crafted and deep rooted in Himself.
When I was in high school, the words "deeper story" would have scared and intimidated me. Deeper story? Your deeper stories might be scandalous, heartbreaking, dark and brooding. I couldn't relate with them, didn't understand them, and generally wanted to pretend they didn't exist. Back then, deeper stories highlighted the fact that I didn't think I had one.
My stories were never very deep. At least, that's what I used to think. I longed for shiny and happy, for Bible study conversation and movie nights and safe fun. When I stepped foot onto my college campus my freshman year, I ended up with a beautiful best friend who bled deep stories. I watched as hurting women seemed to flock to her to share their own. People were drawn to her brokenness. Strength is made perfect in weakness. Relationship is more compelling than admiration. I have seen the blessing that comes from bringing small cups of water to Jesus. He does miracle things with the offering, no matter how small.
Here is my deeper story, my small offering.
I have spent a lot of my life thinking it is not okay for me to have a deeper story. I thought I had to be whole, to be right, to hold myself together in order to be loved. I never thought that for each of you, however. YOUR stories of loss, heartache, insecurity, and pain just made me love you that much more. But not me. If my story sounded like your story, I would not be okay. And I spent a good portion of my school years making sure my story never sounded like your story.
I followed the rules.
I colored in the lines.
I waited on the bench.
I played it safe.
But not really. True safety only comes from a life hidden in the safe place of Christ. I was living hidden behind the shaky curtain of performance, and it was an exhausting, fake place to live.
I didn't understand that grace doesn't have corners. I didn't how that I had to ever present opportunity to rest deeply in the limitlessness of His love. The past year and a half has been spent exploring purposefully in the waters of beautiful grace given by amazing amazing God. He chose me to be a part of His kingdom. He chose me.
So today, I am thankful for my deeper story. I'm thankful that Jesus continues to give grace to the "good girl" who could never quite be good enough, the girl who knew she should be better, the girl who feared her deeper story.
The girl He loved. The girl He loves.
P.S. He loves you, too. A LOT.
Love,
Lyss :)
The story that God has so perfectly crafted and deep rooted in Himself.
When I was in high school, the words "deeper story" would have scared and intimidated me. Deeper story? Your deeper stories might be scandalous, heartbreaking, dark and brooding. I couldn't relate with them, didn't understand them, and generally wanted to pretend they didn't exist. Back then, deeper stories highlighted the fact that I didn't think I had one.
My stories were never very deep. At least, that's what I used to think. I longed for shiny and happy, for Bible study conversation and movie nights and safe fun. When I stepped foot onto my college campus my freshman year, I ended up with a beautiful best friend who bled deep stories. I watched as hurting women seemed to flock to her to share their own. People were drawn to her brokenness. Strength is made perfect in weakness. Relationship is more compelling than admiration. I have seen the blessing that comes from bringing small cups of water to Jesus. He does miracle things with the offering, no matter how small.
Here is my deeper story, my small offering.
I have spent a lot of my life thinking it is not okay for me to have a deeper story. I thought I had to be whole, to be right, to hold myself together in order to be loved. I never thought that for each of you, however. YOUR stories of loss, heartache, insecurity, and pain just made me love you that much more. But not me. If my story sounded like your story, I would not be okay. And I spent a good portion of my school years making sure my story never sounded like your story.
I followed the rules.
I colored in the lines.
I waited on the bench.
I played it safe.
But not really. True safety only comes from a life hidden in the safe place of Christ. I was living hidden behind the shaky curtain of performance, and it was an exhausting, fake place to live.
I didn't understand that grace doesn't have corners. I didn't how that I had to ever present opportunity to rest deeply in the limitlessness of His love. The past year and a half has been spent exploring purposefully in the waters of beautiful grace given by amazing amazing God. He chose me to be a part of His kingdom. He chose me.
So today, I am thankful for my deeper story. I'm thankful that Jesus continues to give grace to the "good girl" who could never quite be good enough, the girl who knew she should be better, the girl who feared her deeper story.
The girl He loved. The girl He loves.
P.S. He loves you, too. A LOT.
Love,
Lyss :)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Fifteen
Today, I'm thankful for the following things~
1. blogging. It's SUCH a release for me.
2. yogurt and jello.
3. autism.
4. faith.
5. unexpected outcomes and new beginnings.
6. excitement.
7. rosemary scented candles.
8. parents! Both biological and surrogate :)
9. LOVE.
10. the Stirring.
What are you thankful for today? :)
The Creator of the Universe loves you... and so do I!
XOXO,
Lyss
1. blogging. It's SUCH a release for me.
2. yogurt and jello.
3. autism.
4. faith.
5. unexpected outcomes and new beginnings.
6. excitement.
7. rosemary scented candles.
8. parents! Both biological and surrogate :)
9. LOVE.
10. the Stirring.
What are you thankful for today? :)
The Creator of the Universe loves you... and so do I!
XOXO,
Lyss
Monday, November 14, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Fourteen
It was a life-changing week in Southern California this week... and I don't use those words lightly. It really, truly was. Sometime, if we go out to coffee... we'll swap stories and I'll tell you why :)
But, for now, I'd like to highlight one more person in this gratitude challenge of mine. We grew up together. and we've been through a lot. A LOT. We've walked together through confusion, grief, joy, awkwardness, separation, excitement, fulfillment, growth, suffering, and LIFE. We've walked a whole lot of life together. and it's been beautiful. seriously seriously beautiful. Sit back for a while, and let me tell you about my bold friend, Kaylin Rae.
Sweet girl,
I'm remembering tonight, as I often do when I think about our friendship. I'm remembering the laughter, the tears, the anger, the disappointments, the love. Remember when we were really little, before our lives had crossed paths... and we didn't notice the grass stains on our jeans or the scuffs on our shoes? Remember when words exited the mouth so honest, so pure- we simply spoke from the goodness we saw in the world. We spoke from heart and soul, and never gave a thought to how it actually came out. Not one thought to whether or not what we said was offensive... we just lived life, protected by our parents, shielded from breakups, and enveloped in love.
Flash forward 12 or so years, and you have our little fourteen year old selves. Then flash forward five more years, and you have us now. Nineteen year old college students attempting to walk with Jesus and live out His perfect plan for our lives.
I am staring at the computer screen. I am staring at this half filled page. I am staring at my open Bible. I'm staring imaginatively at your beautiful face.
... and I'm realizing how much the years have steadied my hand. How much the years have attempted to quench my careless passion, and peel layers from my heart. I am boggled daily by the effort to not offend, to be politically correct, to say the right thing and speak love and truth over everyone.
Yet with you... our beautiful friendship has never been silent. In a world where love is so often translated into silence, ours has always been vocal. And it's such a gift.
The fact of the matter is, no matter how hard we tried, people get offended. WE got offended. Our little fourteen year old selves loved to argue and sinfully place blame and guilt.
It didn't matter if the undercurrent of what we said was grace rather than anger and we thought the difference should've been felt.
It didn't matter if we had carefully crafted my sentences and stance.
It didn't matter that we knew we didn't do confrontation well.
It didn't matter that we knew we loved each other so deeply.
Too often, some five or so years ago, offense was the new black, and I chose (sinfully) to wear it proudly. Seeking out wrongs where there weren't any, looking for a debate and a win.
I look back now, and see the time we wasted. Don't get me wrong, 87.452% of my memories with you are AMAZING ones, some of my most favorite in the whole world.
Yet I feel like this week was such a beautiful week of silent restoration, allowing Jesus to move and breathe life back into a friendship that He created and loves.
I want you to know that as we continue to grow together as friends and sisters, I am begging and praying for the heart of Christ. That His Words will be ours. That we'll have the gentle strength and grace that results in true relationship. Relationship. I love that word. The ability to share our hearts. We can share when we are led, and be silent when the leading isn't there. I'm praying that there will be a base line of love underneath every word, action, and thought... because THAT is Jesus.
Maybe, as always, the point isn't always to push and pull into a common-ness of thought or a mutual agreement in everything... but just to remember to seek His heart and sing His praises.
Our amazing God has knitted and formed our friendship in such a beautiful way, friend. He has created you to be bold and passionate. Our hearts are connected. Forever :) I love this season. I love the last season, too. and even the season before that.
I'm so thankful that you were in each one of the seasons these past six years... no matter how different each one might've looked.
Thank you for striving to be who God has called you to be. I am so proud of you. So overwhelmed that God chose us to be a part of His kingdom together.
I love you so much, Kaylin Rae.
Hugs,
Lyss :)
But, for now, I'd like to highlight one more person in this gratitude challenge of mine. We grew up together. and we've been through a lot. A LOT. We've walked together through confusion, grief, joy, awkwardness, separation, excitement, fulfillment, growth, suffering, and LIFE. We've walked a whole lot of life together. and it's been beautiful. seriously seriously beautiful. Sit back for a while, and let me tell you about my bold friend, Kaylin Rae.
Sweet girl,
I'm remembering tonight, as I often do when I think about our friendship. I'm remembering the laughter, the tears, the anger, the disappointments, the love. Remember when we were really little, before our lives had crossed paths... and we didn't notice the grass stains on our jeans or the scuffs on our shoes? Remember when words exited the mouth so honest, so pure- we simply spoke from the goodness we saw in the world. We spoke from heart and soul, and never gave a thought to how it actually came out. Not one thought to whether or not what we said was offensive... we just lived life, protected by our parents, shielded from breakups, and enveloped in love.
Flash forward 12 or so years, and you have our little fourteen year old selves. Then flash forward five more years, and you have us now. Nineteen year old college students attempting to walk with Jesus and live out His perfect plan for our lives.
I am staring at the computer screen. I am staring at this half filled page. I am staring at my open Bible. I'm staring imaginatively at your beautiful face.
... and I'm realizing how much the years have steadied my hand. How much the years have attempted to quench my careless passion, and peel layers from my heart. I am boggled daily by the effort to not offend, to be politically correct, to say the right thing and speak love and truth over everyone.
Yet with you... our beautiful friendship has never been silent. In a world where love is so often translated into silence, ours has always been vocal. And it's such a gift.
The fact of the matter is, no matter how hard we tried, people get offended. WE got offended. Our little fourteen year old selves loved to argue and sinfully place blame and guilt.
It didn't matter if the undercurrent of what we said was grace rather than anger and we thought the difference should've been felt.
It didn't matter if we had carefully crafted my sentences and stance.
It didn't matter that we knew we didn't do confrontation well.
It didn't matter that we knew we loved each other so deeply.
Too often, some five or so years ago, offense was the new black, and I chose (sinfully) to wear it proudly. Seeking out wrongs where there weren't any, looking for a debate and a win.
I look back now, and see the time we wasted. Don't get me wrong, 87.452% of my memories with you are AMAZING ones, some of my most favorite in the whole world.
Yet I feel like this week was such a beautiful week of silent restoration, allowing Jesus to move and breathe life back into a friendship that He created and loves.
I want you to know that as we continue to grow together as friends and sisters, I am begging and praying for the heart of Christ. That His Words will be ours. That we'll have the gentle strength and grace that results in true relationship. Relationship. I love that word. The ability to share our hearts. We can share when we are led, and be silent when the leading isn't there. I'm praying that there will be a base line of love underneath every word, action, and thought... because THAT is Jesus.
Maybe, as always, the point isn't always to push and pull into a common-ness of thought or a mutual agreement in everything... but just to remember to seek His heart and sing His praises.
Our amazing God has knitted and formed our friendship in such a beautiful way, friend. He has created you to be bold and passionate. Our hearts are connected. Forever :) I love this season. I love the last season, too. and even the season before that.
I'm so thankful that you were in each one of the seasons these past six years... no matter how different each one might've looked.
Thank you for striving to be who God has called you to be. I am so proud of you. So overwhelmed that God chose us to be a part of His kingdom together.
I love you so much, Kaylin Rae.
Hugs,
Lyss :)
Friday, November 11, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Eleven
Discouraged days aren't really my favorite. They include lots of tugging, pulling, struggling, and fighting for what I know is true. A very wise woman who I respect so so much said to me once, "A discouraged heart can't hang with gratitude for long." So today, I'd like to express my deep deep gratitude for my best friend. My sister.
Emma,
There have been so many times this week where I have to look over and see if you’re still sitting next to me, walking next to me, eating next to me... because I wonder how on earth I could be your friend. Beauty and grace emanate from deep within your soul, and each and every word you say makes me fall in love with Jesus just a little bit more. You could hand pick your friends, yet God knew that a sinful, rebellious, discontented girl from Redding needed her world rocked by a relationship that a breathtaking sweetie from LA had with Jesus. Jesus captured my heart again through Your obedience and faithfulness. He blessed me with your mom as a beautiful example of being a godly wife and shepherding a child's heart in the way he should go. He blessed me with your innocence and daily pursuit of holiness. He blessed me with moments and conversations where all I can do is praise Jesus for your life. He blessed me with sweet time to pray with you.
I'm thinking this morning about risk. For many people their lives are framed by experiences or pictures that they take and freeze in their minds. And while this is most definitely me sometimes ("hi, nice to meet you. I'm Temple."), for the most part my life is framed with words. Words that Jesus so graciously whispers to me in sweet time spent at His feet, words spoken from friends, a phrase repeated over and over again in a letter, a prayer breathed over me by the Holy Spirit. I feel like there are many words that have framed the last few years of our lives. So many different seasons, lessons, and growth.
But in this season, for both of us... there's risk. and it's beautiful. I am so so proud of you, Em. As you begin to prepare for the plans God has for you, both here and in lands far far away, I am praying for you. Praying that you will let go of your expectations and trust His. Seriously, fully, and completely trust His. I am praying that you will refuse to hibernate in fear and doubt. I am praying that you will view vulnerability and uncertainty as a gift from the Father. I am praying that you will fully receive the invitation to move to a new global posture and frame for Jesus. I am praying that you will know that you have nothing to give but what He gives you.
"Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise--the fruit of lips that confess his name." Hebrews 13:15.
A sacrifice is giving something up. A death to something.
A sacrifice of praise??
I read these words this morning, and immediately began to ponder how one sacrifices through praise. It seems wrong to put those words right next to each other.
But Em, this is you. You are daily offering up sacrifices of praise. I see it. I watch it. Praise is sacrifice. It is a daily death to our will. To our sinful tendencies to focus all my thoughts on my wants and my desires or to focus on the negative. To grumble and complain and demand fairness. I am so blessed to watch this in you, sister. You are such a beautiful example to me.
Praying that you would continue to be more consumed by Him.
That everything you touch...
dishes
beds
children
textbooks
steering wheels
bills
keyboards
family
camera
... would be nothing more than a reflection of Him.
I pray that you and I would become increasingly focused, increasingly centered, increasingly synoptic with an ease and serenity that only a sacrifice of praise to Jesus can bring.
The pursuit of God is total conformity to Him. It's not a pious idealism, but an integral part of opening up every act of our lives. It's a willing surrender, an aggressive faith, and a worshipping heart. It's living out His undying, abundant love for us. It's pushing through into the depths of His presence, and cultivating a heart where Jesus reigns unchallenged. It's surrender, seeking, and finding. It's a constant pursuit. You are modeling this, friend. Every day. In the life you are living for our sweet Savior.
It's so simple, but our God loves you so much. He molded you with His own hands, and He loves what He formed. He loves you with a love that has no limits. He knows all your thoughts, hears all your words, and sees all your actions. He loves you because you are beautiful, made in His image, an expression of His most intimate love. Let His love touch the deepest, most hidden corners of your heart, and reveal to you your beauty that is found in Him. A beauty visible by His mercy and grace.
And finally... while the waiting is incredibly hard some days, and I am confused and weary, and I’m ready to throw in the towel... yada yada yada... I am rejoicing with you. I am rejoicing and celebrating that through you, I get to see what true love looks like. I get to see what perseverance, faithfulness, loyalty, and passion looks like. I get to see a deep deep fervency for Jesus and who He is. I know without a doubt that God knew what He was doing when a small little youth group headed to your house almost two years ago. He had a plan. Still has a plan. I’m excited for December, January, and hopefully February, March, and April, too. I'm excited for wedding days and baby excitement. He has given me such a gift in you. A gift that I never want to take for granted or take advantage of... but, as always, if it’s meant for only a season, know NOW that I am treasuring it. Always. I am thanking God for it. I am thanking God for YOU. I love you so so much.
Here’s to lots more adventure, growth, and beauty,
Lyss
Emma,
There have been so many times this week where I have to look over and see if you’re still sitting next to me, walking next to me, eating next to me... because I wonder how on earth I could be your friend. Beauty and grace emanate from deep within your soul, and each and every word you say makes me fall in love with Jesus just a little bit more. You could hand pick your friends, yet God knew that a sinful, rebellious, discontented girl from Redding needed her world rocked by a relationship that a breathtaking sweetie from LA had with Jesus. Jesus captured my heart again through Your obedience and faithfulness. He blessed me with your mom as a beautiful example of being a godly wife and shepherding a child's heart in the way he should go. He blessed me with your innocence and daily pursuit of holiness. He blessed me with moments and conversations where all I can do is praise Jesus for your life. He blessed me with sweet time to pray with you.
I'm thinking this morning about risk. For many people their lives are framed by experiences or pictures that they take and freeze in their minds. And while this is most definitely me sometimes ("hi, nice to meet you. I'm Temple."), for the most part my life is framed with words. Words that Jesus so graciously whispers to me in sweet time spent at His feet, words spoken from friends, a phrase repeated over and over again in a letter, a prayer breathed over me by the Holy Spirit. I feel like there are many words that have framed the last few years of our lives. So many different seasons, lessons, and growth.
But in this season, for both of us... there's risk. and it's beautiful. I am so so proud of you, Em. As you begin to prepare for the plans God has for you, both here and in lands far far away, I am praying for you. Praying that you will let go of your expectations and trust His. Seriously, fully, and completely trust His. I am praying that you will refuse to hibernate in fear and doubt. I am praying that you will view vulnerability and uncertainty as a gift from the Father. I am praying that you will fully receive the invitation to move to a new global posture and frame for Jesus. I am praying that you will know that you have nothing to give but what He gives you.
"Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise--the fruit of lips that confess his name." Hebrews 13:15.
A sacrifice is giving something up. A death to something.
A sacrifice of praise??
I read these words this morning, and immediately began to ponder how one sacrifices through praise. It seems wrong to put those words right next to each other.
But Em, this is you. You are daily offering up sacrifices of praise. I see it. I watch it. Praise is sacrifice. It is a daily death to our will. To our sinful tendencies to focus all my thoughts on my wants and my desires or to focus on the negative. To grumble and complain and demand fairness. I am so blessed to watch this in you, sister. You are such a beautiful example to me.
Praying that you would continue to be more consumed by Him.
That everything you touch...
dishes
beds
children
textbooks
steering wheels
bills
keyboards
family
camera
... would be nothing more than a reflection of Him.
I pray that you and I would become increasingly focused, increasingly centered, increasingly synoptic with an ease and serenity that only a sacrifice of praise to Jesus can bring.
The pursuit of God is total conformity to Him. It's not a pious idealism, but an integral part of opening up every act of our lives. It's a willing surrender, an aggressive faith, and a worshipping heart. It's living out His undying, abundant love for us. It's pushing through into the depths of His presence, and cultivating a heart where Jesus reigns unchallenged. It's surrender, seeking, and finding. It's a constant pursuit. You are modeling this, friend. Every day. In the life you are living for our sweet Savior.
It's so simple, but our God loves you so much. He molded you with His own hands, and He loves what He formed. He loves you with a love that has no limits. He knows all your thoughts, hears all your words, and sees all your actions. He loves you because you are beautiful, made in His image, an expression of His most intimate love. Let His love touch the deepest, most hidden corners of your heart, and reveal to you your beauty that is found in Him. A beauty visible by His mercy and grace.
And finally... while the waiting is incredibly hard some days, and I am confused and weary, and I’m ready to throw in the towel... yada yada yada... I am rejoicing with you. I am rejoicing and celebrating that through you, I get to see what true love looks like. I get to see what perseverance, faithfulness, loyalty, and passion looks like. I get to see a deep deep fervency for Jesus and who He is. I know without a doubt that God knew what He was doing when a small little youth group headed to your house almost two years ago. He had a plan. Still has a plan. I’m excited for December, January, and hopefully February, March, and April, too. I'm excited for wedding days and baby excitement. He has given me such a gift in you. A gift that I never want to take for granted or take advantage of... but, as always, if it’s meant for only a season, know NOW that I am treasuring it. Always. I am thanking God for it. I am thanking God for YOU. I love you so so much.
Here’s to lots more adventure, growth, and beauty,
Lyss
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Ten
Yep. I know I'm behind. It's been a whirlwind of a couple days filled with so much activity and beauty. Blogging just takes a backseat to best friends, pedicures, and a panini... what can I say?? For the next few days of the gratitude challenge, I'd like to highlight some people in my life that I am grateful for. People whose lives are impacting my life, my heart, my world... simply by following Jesus and being attentive to the plans that He is so graciously setting before them. I'd like to highlight some heart friends. I could spend all thirty one days doing this, then keep going for months upon months. I am thankful for each and every one of you in my life. You've ALL played roles that only YOU can fill. These next three or four days are simply women that I would love to affirm and bless just as they have done with me.
This one is for a beautiful, breathtaking, strong woman, wife, mother, sister, daughter, and friend. Her name is Brandi. and I love her just a whole whole lot. My heart is overwhelmed with thankfulness for her sweet heart. I've been thinking lots lately about mountains. We all have them in our lives. Every single one of us. It could be the loss of a loved one, or school, or work, or divorce, or addiction, or heartache, or abuse, or the challenge of parenthood, or finances, or feelings of uncertainty and unworthiness, or forgiving those who have hurt you. We.all.have.mountains.
But some people climb them with incredible strength and grace, begging Jesus to mold and refine through hurt and pain.
Brandi is one of those people.
She climbs and fights and sweats to reach the top of mountains in her life.
So often, I find myself thinking that my mountains are too big. Too high. Too dangerous and impossible.
But our God is BIGGER. Bigger than any mountain I could ever face. Ever. In my whole life. Brandi's life shouts this. Brandi's life shouts that His love is bigger. His strength is bigger. His peace is bigger. His power is bigger. His hope is bigger. His joy is bigger. It doesn't matter mountains are placed before us. Our God is greater. He won't leave our side. Our God will see though our journey to the top of the mountain. He will carry us, strengthen us, embolden us.
Brandi, your voice in my life is a voice of perseverance and great anticipation that rests deeply in the heart of God. He makes beautiful things out of dust, out of us.
... and what a beautiful, beautiful woman He has made you to be.
So proud of your climb. But you know what the cool thing is?? You're not just climbing mountains.
You're moving them.
Thanks for letting me be a part of your life. I am so so thankful for you :)
Love you,
Lyssa
"Higher than the mountains that I face, stronger than the power of the grace, constant through the trial and the change... one thing remains. Your love never fails, it never gives up, it never runs out on me."
This one is for a beautiful, breathtaking, strong woman, wife, mother, sister, daughter, and friend. Her name is Brandi. and I love her just a whole whole lot. My heart is overwhelmed with thankfulness for her sweet heart. I've been thinking lots lately about mountains. We all have them in our lives. Every single one of us. It could be the loss of a loved one, or school, or work, or divorce, or addiction, or heartache, or abuse, or the challenge of parenthood, or finances, or feelings of uncertainty and unworthiness, or forgiving those who have hurt you. We.all.have.mountains.
But some people climb them with incredible strength and grace, begging Jesus to mold and refine through hurt and pain.
Brandi is one of those people.
She climbs and fights and sweats to reach the top of mountains in her life.
So often, I find myself thinking that my mountains are too big. Too high. Too dangerous and impossible.
But our God is BIGGER. Bigger than any mountain I could ever face. Ever. In my whole life. Brandi's life shouts this. Brandi's life shouts that His love is bigger. His strength is bigger. His peace is bigger. His power is bigger. His hope is bigger. His joy is bigger. It doesn't matter mountains are placed before us. Our God is greater. He won't leave our side. Our God will see though our journey to the top of the mountain. He will carry us, strengthen us, embolden us.
Brandi, your voice in my life is a voice of perseverance and great anticipation that rests deeply in the heart of God. He makes beautiful things out of dust, out of us.
... and what a beautiful, beautiful woman He has made you to be.
So proud of your climb. But you know what the cool thing is?? You're not just climbing mountains.
You're moving them.
Thanks for letting me be a part of your life. I am so so thankful for you :)
Love you,
Lyssa
"Higher than the mountains that I face, stronger than the power of the grace, constant through the trial and the change... one thing remains. Your love never fails, it never gives up, it never runs out on me."
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Seven
Today,
1. I am thankful for sweet airplane staff.
2. I am thankful for neon notecards and bright sharpies.
3. I am thankful for Pinterest and creativity.
4. I'm thankful for other blogs that just shout wisdom, joy, and hope.
5. I'm thankful for friends. Best friends that I can't imagine living life without.
1. I am thankful for sweet airplane staff.
2. I am thankful for neon notecards and bright sharpies.
3. I am thankful for Pinterest and creativity.
4. I'm thankful for other blogs that just shout wisdom, joy, and hope.
5. I'm thankful for friends. Best friends that I can't imagine living life without.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Six
Today's post is rather simple.
I am thankful for airplanes!! They allow connection between beautiful friends and family thousands of miles apart... without driving for days on end! Oh, what a privilege.
With that said, I am also thankful for pilots and stewardesses that spend their time going from place to place to insure that my time on a vehicle moving through the air is an enjoyable one.
Yep. I'm thankful for airplanes today :)
I am thankful for airplanes!! They allow connection between beautiful friends and family thousands of miles apart... without driving for days on end! Oh, what a privilege.
With that said, I am also thankful for pilots and stewardesses that spend their time going from place to place to insure that my time on a vehicle moving through the air is an enjoyable one.
Yep. I'm thankful for airplanes today :)
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Five
Today,
1. I am thankful for invitations. Even though it's impossible to accept 100% of the time, I always feel loved when I'm invited to something. To what? Well, to just about anything, I guess. I'm thankful for them all!
2. I am thankful for the crock-pot. Sounds silly maybe, but, boy, does it come in handy. Throw food in there, turn it on, go to bed or to school or to get the kids, get up or come home, and voila! Breakfast, lunch and/or dinner's ready! Brilliant invention.
3. I am thankful for birds. Their sounds make me happy and so does watching them fly and flit about. I don't know the names of most, but I sure do appreciate them.
4. I am thankful for the kindness of strangers. I really LOVE it when someone I don't know simply smiles at me. Just because.
5. I'm thankful for the friends I've yet to meet. I so look forward to meeting new people, hearing their stories, investing in their lives. hmmm, I wonder who they'll be?? Well, whoever you are, I pray for you :) and I'm thankful for you.
1. I am thankful for invitations. Even though it's impossible to accept 100% of the time, I always feel loved when I'm invited to something. To what? Well, to just about anything, I guess. I'm thankful for them all!
2. I am thankful for the crock-pot. Sounds silly maybe, but, boy, does it come in handy. Throw food in there, turn it on, go to bed or to school or to get the kids, get up or come home, and voila! Breakfast, lunch and/or dinner's ready! Brilliant invention.
3. I am thankful for birds. Their sounds make me happy and so does watching them fly and flit about. I don't know the names of most, but I sure do appreciate them.
4. I am thankful for the kindness of strangers. I really LOVE it when someone I don't know simply smiles at me. Just because.
5. I'm thankful for the friends I've yet to meet. I so look forward to meeting new people, hearing their stories, investing in their lives. hmmm, I wonder who they'll be?? Well, whoever you are, I pray for you :) and I'm thankful for you.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Four
Today,
1. I am thankful for the seasons. I love them all. Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. There are so many fabulous, wonderful, special things about each season. I would be crazy not to seek them out. Even if I don't LOVE torrential downpours for weeks at a time, and though the pollen causes crazy allergies... God created rain, and He also created pollen. And they both serve beautiful purposes, too!! Therefore, I'm thankful for them :) Love that I serve a creative God.
2. I am thankful for sunshine. Doesn't it just feel soooo good? I know too much isn't a good thing, but oooh, just to soak it up for a while, whether outside or in a sunny window, it's one of my favorite things.
3. I am thankful for fleece. My favorite thing to pull over, up, and on. Fleece tops, fleece jackets, fleece pants, fleece pj's, and sometimes fleece socks, too! Oh, and fleece blankets too!!
4. I am thankful for hot showers. Enough said :)
5. I am thankful for entertainers. I've been to so many fabulous shows- concerts, plays, Broadway and off-Broadway productions, school musicals, circuses, ice skating shows, symphonies, movies... and I even enjoy some tv shows now and then :) I so appreciate the people who make me sing, dance, laugh, and cry. These people tell a story, and they tell it soooo well.
What are YOU thankful for today??
1. I am thankful for the seasons. I love them all. Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. There are so many fabulous, wonderful, special things about each season. I would be crazy not to seek them out. Even if I don't LOVE torrential downpours for weeks at a time, and though the pollen causes crazy allergies... God created rain, and He also created pollen. And they both serve beautiful purposes, too!! Therefore, I'm thankful for them :) Love that I serve a creative God.
2. I am thankful for sunshine. Doesn't it just feel soooo good? I know too much isn't a good thing, but oooh, just to soak it up for a while, whether outside or in a sunny window, it's one of my favorite things.
3. I am thankful for fleece. My favorite thing to pull over, up, and on. Fleece tops, fleece jackets, fleece pants, fleece pj's, and sometimes fleece socks, too! Oh, and fleece blankets too!!
4. I am thankful for hot showers. Enough said :)
5. I am thankful for entertainers. I've been to so many fabulous shows- concerts, plays, Broadway and off-Broadway productions, school musicals, circuses, ice skating shows, symphonies, movies... and I even enjoy some tv shows now and then :) I so appreciate the people who make me sing, dance, laugh, and cry. These people tell a story, and they tell it soooo well.
What are YOU thankful for today??
Friday, November 4, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Three
It's Friday. and I'm so so so happy about this fact. After a very, verrrrry long week where the end seemed impossible to reach, it's finally here. and that's what I'm thankful for today. Weekends.
Time to rest. Time to play with the children. Time to study. Time to make delicious meals. I'm thankful for the extra time that weekends hold away from school. Even when the weekends are busy, they still seem to have a beautiful ability to rejuvenate.
This weekend holds laundry, studying for a Monday exam, packing, cleaning, and lots of quiet.
And honestly?
I can't wait.
Thank you Jesus for weekends :)
Time to rest. Time to play with the children. Time to study. Time to make delicious meals. I'm thankful for the extra time that weekends hold away from school. Even when the weekends are busy, they still seem to have a beautiful ability to rejuvenate.
This weekend holds laundry, studying for a Monday exam, packing, cleaning, and lots of quiet.
And honestly?
I can't wait.
Thank you Jesus for weekends :)
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day Two
Today,
~I'm thankful for encouraging words and the ability they have to calm and reassure.
~I'm thankful for chick-fil-a. It's saved me so many times from having to rush home and make lunch for the boys. Happy boys, happy nanny, and a veggietales CD from the kid's meal. Win.
~I'm thankful for staples and staplers. I use this stuff SO many times every day. there is nothing else that gets the job done like staples.
~I'm thankful for rain. and all that rain symbolizes, too. New life, rebirth, washing away the old, refreshing.
~I'm thankful for rest.
~I'm thankful for encouraging words and the ability they have to calm and reassure.
~I'm thankful for chick-fil-a. It's saved me so many times from having to rush home and make lunch for the boys. Happy boys, happy nanny, and a veggietales CD from the kid's meal. Win.
~I'm thankful for staples and staplers. I use this stuff SO many times every day. there is nothing else that gets the job done like staples.
~I'm thankful for rain. and all that rain symbolizes, too. New life, rebirth, washing away the old, refreshing.
~I'm thankful for rest.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Gratitude Challenge: Day One
There is a blog that changed my life. This beautiful woman of God speaks so much truth, wisdom, and HOPE. Jesus is so evident in her words, her passion, her life. It was through this blog that I began to realize who Jesus has called me to be, and healing began to take place. It was through this blog that I would be consistently encouraged and challenged that God is molding me through pain and suffering. And it was also through this blog that I saw the everlasting hope and love that pours forth from the heart of God. I got to meet Emily a couple months ago. It was such a privilege. an honor. I have immeasurable amounts of respect for sweet Emily. Her life is marked by hope, perseverance, and grace. Last year, beautiful Emily over at www.sothankful4.blogspot.com began a gratitude challenge~ a daily documentation through the entire month of November detailing the things she was grateful for each day. This year, she's doing it again! and I'm joining her! I encourage you to do the same, and really allow gratitude to become a lifestyle, letting thankfulness seep into who you are and who you are becoming.
SO.
Today,
~ I am thankful for the smiles of the children, for the feel of their arms strangling my neck, for the trust I see in their eyes... for the peace I see in their faces when they sleep, for the joy in their faces when you tell them you're proud of them, for the simple fact that they are alive.
~I am thankful for cleaning and washing and tidying and and making it all just simple and quiet.
~I am thankful for Advil, hot tea, and rosemary candles.
~I am thankful for days where you can't imagine it getting any better... and then it does.
~I am thankful for for insulin, needles, and the ability to check blood sugar levels. Seriously. It keeps so many sweet children and adults breathing and functioning and living life. In the words of the precious little boy I babysit, "without this needle, I could have to say goodbye to mommy and daddy and sissy and mimi and papa forever. but instead I get to be alive!" Whoa.
Thank you, Jesus. You.Are.So.Good.
SO.
Today,
~ I am thankful for the smiles of the children, for the feel of their arms strangling my neck, for the trust I see in their eyes... for the peace I see in their faces when they sleep, for the joy in their faces when you tell them you're proud of them, for the simple fact that they are alive.
~I am thankful for cleaning and washing and tidying and and making it all just simple and quiet.
~I am thankful for Advil, hot tea, and rosemary candles.
~I am thankful for days where you can't imagine it getting any better... and then it does.
~I am thankful for for insulin, needles, and the ability to check blood sugar levels. Seriously. It keeps so many sweet children and adults breathing and functioning and living life. In the words of the precious little boy I babysit, "without this needle, I could have to say goodbye to mommy and daddy and sissy and mimi and papa forever. but instead I get to be alive!" Whoa.
Thank you, Jesus. You.Are.So.Good.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Valuable.
It is a process, this becoming. Becoming what. Becoming who. Becoming all I was intended to be. Becoming whole. Shedding layers of falsehood in order to become who Jesus has called me to be.
I need to just be myself as I was always intended to be. No worldly bells and whistles. Just me and Jesus.
You see, I don’t need bells and whistles. Oh, I try them on from time to time, sometimes daily, trying to convince myself that they will make me more, make me better. But they are cumbersome. They are loud. And they distract from who I am in Jesus.
The world says that I, on my own, am not enough.
I've been thinking so often lately about who I am. Struggling with what is spoken over me and what I know to be true. It's about my value and where that value comes from.
It is not rooted in my bank account.
It is not found in what my friends think of me.
It is not because I'm single.
It is not based on my blog followers, facebook wall posts, or daily text message count.
It is so simple.
My value comes from and is rooted in LOVE. The love of a Father who, because of His great love for me, chose to come down and live as one of us, chose to die for me, chose to defeat death for me.
You are valuable because God loves you. I am valuable because God loves me. We are valuable because we are loved so deeply by an infinite and eternal God who, for the joy and glory set before him, endured the cross, so that we might be reconciled to Him, so that we might fully live in the love of the Lord.
I am deeply resting in this knowledge today.
Praying you always know how loved you are,
Alyssa
I need to just be myself as I was always intended to be. No worldly bells and whistles. Just me and Jesus.
You see, I don’t need bells and whistles. Oh, I try them on from time to time, sometimes daily, trying to convince myself that they will make me more, make me better. But they are cumbersome. They are loud. And they distract from who I am in Jesus.
The world says that I, on my own, am not enough.
I've been thinking so often lately about who I am. Struggling with what is spoken over me and what I know to be true. It's about my value and where that value comes from.
It is not rooted in my bank account.
It is not found in what my friends think of me.
It is not because I'm single.
It is not based on my blog followers, facebook wall posts, or daily text message count.
It is so simple.
My value comes from and is rooted in LOVE. The love of a Father who, because of His great love for me, chose to come down and live as one of us, chose to die for me, chose to defeat death for me.
You are valuable because God loves you. I am valuable because God loves me. We are valuable because we are loved so deeply by an infinite and eternal God who, for the joy and glory set before him, endured the cross, so that we might be reconciled to Him, so that we might fully live in the love of the Lord.
I am deeply resting in this knowledge today.
Praying you always know how loved you are,
Alyssa
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