When all else fails

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I've been trying to be still and listen, and it takes baby steps for God to deal with me, I think. This week I've heard the same verses and themes repeated, and they've started to stick:

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. [Romans 8:28]

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. [Romans 8:38-39]

Last night at Pathways Cindy talked about perseverance and to "Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." How true that when life gets you down or you can't see the finish line, you just have to persevere and keep going. I hope that I can look back and say "So that's what God was up to..." and see that He was holding me all along. But there's also the possibility that these events are happening and I won't have any knowledge of why. I haven't had much experience with that looking back thing, or else I've just been blind to the obvious so far.

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In other news...
I'm headed to Florida on Thursday for a long weekend with Erin & Kelli and the kiddos. Woohoo! We plan to dip our toes in the Atlantic, shop til we drop in IKEA, and maybe learn some Spanish. Or not.

We plan to re-create this picture from 2007, but on the East coast and not the West.

Tonight:
Cleaning the apartment. It's nice to not have to mess with cleaning along with unpacking. The last step is to change my sheets before I leave. It's so nice to sleep in a fresh bed the first night home. One of the small things that makes me happy. Mmmmm.

"She has done a good work for Me"

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1Now the Passover and the Feast of Unleavened Bread were only two days away, and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were looking for some sly way to arrest Jesus and kill him. 2"But not during the Feast," they said, "or the people may riot."

3While he was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of a man known as Simon the Leper, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard. She broke the jar and poured the perfume on his head.

4Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, "Why this waste of perfume? 5It could have been sold for more than a year's wages and the money given to the poor." And they rebuked her harshly.

6"Leave her alone," said Jesus. "Why are you bothering her? She has done a beautiful thing to me. 7The poor you will always have with you, and you can help them any time you want. But you will not always have me. 8She did what she could. She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial. 9I tell you the truth, wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her." [Mark 14:1-9]

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What would that have been like to be in the room with Jesus during Passover, to wash his feet?

I've been avoiding Ozzy for a couple of days, focusing on being quiet before God (That's a challenge! It seems like my mind never stops thinking of stuff: what needs to be done today, singing a song that's stuck in my head, remembering good times, thinking of which dust bunnies I'm going to obliterate first...I find it nearly impossible to just sit in silence and think of nothing) but opened up my Firefox bookmark today and found this (also below). I felt it appropriate and feel like maybe God is saying to me, "Be a little less selfish, ok? Don't take anything for granted, and serve others, not yourself. Don't be so focused on you, but focus on Me and everything will fall into place."

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My Utmost for His Highest
If what we call love doesn’t take us beyond ourselves, it is not really love. If we have the idea that love is characterized as cautious, wise, sensible, shrewd, and never taken to extremes, we have missed the true meaning. This may describe affection and it may bring us a warm feeling, but it is not a true and accurate description of love.

Have you ever been driven to do something for God not because you felt that it was useful or your duty to do so, or that there was anything in it for you, but simply because you love Him? Have you ever realized that you can give things to God that are of value to Him? Or are you just sitting around daydreaming about the greatness of His redemption, while neglecting all the things you could be doing for Him? I’m not referring to works which could be regarded as divine and miraculous, but ordinary, simple human things — things which would be evidence to God that you are totally surrendered to Him. Have you ever created what Mary of Bethany created in the heart of the Lord Jesus? "She has done a good work for Me."

There are times when it seems as if God watches to see if we will give Him even small gifts of surrender, just to show how genuine our love is for Him. To be surrendered to God is of more value than our personal holiness. Concern over our personal holiness causes us to focus our eyes on ourselves, and we become overly concerned about the way we walk and talk and look, out of fear of offending God. ". . . but perfect love casts out fear . . ." once we are surrendered to God (1 John 14:8). We should quit asking ourselves, "Am I of any use?" and accept the truth that we really are not of much use to Him. The issue is never of being of use, but of being of value to God Himself. Once we are totally surrendered to God, He will work through us all the time.

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...I always imagine myself writing like Kathleen Kelley, with the reader in mind, and that narrative voice in my head. I am so much like her when I write. My face changes, and my mind sometimes goes -- blank!

If life were like the movies, it would be so much easier. We wouldn't have so many questions about decisions that we make, life ends happily ever after on top of the Empire State Building or in some New York apartment, hearts can be broken and pieced back together in a mere 2 hours. The difference between life and the movies, though, is that Someone guiding us. God is in control of our steps. My steps. Your steps. I might question my steps and my motives, I might ask a million questions along the way, I might make mistakes, I might cause hurt for a dear friend, but I know that God is always there, always going to be there. He's the one constant in a bad situation. He'll deal with my faults in His own way and in His timing (not mine. Reminder!). He'll beautify my imperfections. He's the one I need to lean on when I'm not sure of where my life is headed or when I doubt my decisions.

I used to listen to KLOVE a lot. Then I went through this country music phase, and then I set one of my presets on my stereo to the rap music, just to get a break from the heartache and ballads. But within the last 2 months, I'm back to KLOVE. Perfect for what I need right now. I'm glad that I saw the light again b/c it's refocused my mind on where it needs to be. I'm not so entertained by hearing about booty calls, or love lost. But what I am entertained by is seeking God's face, and resting in his embrace, and hearing that I'm not alone.

During lunch today I took advantage of the gorgeous weather and parked by the river to enjoy my Subway 6-inch. Just to take some time to pray. When I got back to work I turned on pandora and heard "Everlasting God" by Chris Tomlin:
Our God, You reign forever
Our hope, our Strong Deliverer
You are the everlasting God
You do not faint
You won't grow weary

You're the defender of the weak
You comfort those in need
You lift us up on wings like eagles

He's the everlasting God, He's the defender of the weak. He comforts those in need. He lifts us up on wings like eagles.

Lifted on wings like eagles. That's where I want to be on this journey.

Discernment is what I need. To know what's God and what's me.

I'm praying for peace for you in the midst of pain. Time will heal us.

Okay, God. Somehow...

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If everything comes down to love
Then just what am I afraid of
When I call out Your name
Something inside awakes in my soul
How quickly I forget I'm Yours

I'm not my own
I've been carried by You
All my life

Everything rides on hope now
Everything rides on faith somehow
When the world has broken me down
Your love sets me free

When my life is like a storm
Rising waters all I want is the shore
You say I'll be ok and
Make it through the rain
You are my shelter from the storm

I'm not my own
I've been carried by You
All my life

Everything rides on hope now
Everything rides on faith somehow
When the world has broken me down
Your love sets me free
You've become my heart's desire
I will sing Your praises higher
Cause Your love sets me free

Doing everything but...

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The night is no longer young, and I am no closer to having wedding invitations for a friend done than I was 3 hours ago. Depressing. I have a problem. I can't design/work/do serious stuff in a messy house. Therefore, I must clean before I can start a big project. But the cleaning tonight involves defrosting the freezer (done. I have a ghetto freezer that demands an hour of my time every 4 weeks), sweeping the floor (This involved buying a broom at the local Dollar General tonight. I took care of only the dust bunnies in that corner over there), putting away my laundry (hmmm. well, the basket moved closer to the closet, and a few items made it onto the bed), and scrubbing the floor in my kitchen. It is due for an overhaul. Why is it that I'm only in the mood to clean at the most inconvenient times?

So now what? This mess is going to take 2 hours to fix, and I just don't have that kind of time.

Samantha would know what to do.

Dear Mel,

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I promise to update my blog for you. I have lots to talk about (and have a pic of my newest daisies)! I'll be back soon.

Love, DeMo
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