tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86709799903402523732024-03-05T20:43:46.733-08:00Recklessly AbandonedThe Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-4574422037430873472015-08-13T12:31:00.002-07:002015-08-13T12:31:50.808-07:00It only took me a couple months...My brilliant plan to write more halted rather abruptly at prompt #2. (See post from the end of March) That's right. I got to #2.<br />
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Anyways, I may be slow but I'm persistent. At least I'm persistent in trying to be more persistent.<br />
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#3: A book you love.<br />
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So many books come to mind. So. Many. But this book came as quite the surprise. <br />
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THE NIGHT CIRCUS<br />
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I read this book in the winter of 2013-2014. I love an easy read that lets me escape without requiring too much brain power. I'm not a fan of the "smart" books that require me to reread a sentence multiple times to understand it. I had no idea that this silly fiction book loaned to me by my boss would be so marvelous!<br />
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The book is downright magical. It's about a circus in London that is only open from sunset to sunrise. <i>The Night Circus</i>. Outrageous, beautiful things happen there. The main plot being two young magicians that are pitted against one another in a rivalry that must end in death for one of them. A mysterious tale of magic, secrets, and unlikely love.<br />
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I dove so deep into this story I could barely come back to reality. I loved the strange happenings of this very <i>alive </i>circus and the quirky characters it housed. The main characters are intriguing and I can't help but enjoy a good love story. I'd like to read this one again. <br />
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Day Two: Something I feel Strongly About.<br />
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A couple years back I worked as a clerk at CVS/Pharmacy. It was a relatively boring job ringing people up and stocking shelves but it worked for me at that time in my life. While I was there I did my best to get to know my coworkers, a lot of which were between 40-60 years old. All of them rather hated the place. One day I was talking to one of the ladies about their career at CVS and I asked her if she liked it. She'd been doing it for 30+ years. She said, "It's just a job." So I asked her what she had wanted to be when she grew up or if she could do anything in the world now, what would she do.<br />
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She didn't know. <br />
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I remember not being able to comprehend her answer. She didn't know what she wanted to do? Not even an inkling of inspiration or a vague memory of a dream? I promised myself that day that I would never let that happen to me. I never want to stop dreaming and stop searching for the adventure. I never want to work a terrible job for 40 years and forget the things I dreamed about. <br />
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I know its hard. I know people have to do what they have to do - because of debt, or security, or benefits, or their children. But surely there must be a way to keep dreaming. A way that doesn't require settling for a slow death doing something you despise. <br />
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What I do right now is far from my dream job. It's what I have to do for now. But there are so many things I aspire to be and do. And I will do them. This is just a tool in my hand for the moment. My goal is to be debt-free in a year or so, and this job will help me reach that goal. Then...<br />
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The sky is the limit. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165199853261932992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-41032482630938799152015-03-25T08:26:00.003-07:002015-03-25T08:28:10.470-07:0030 Day Writing Challenge - 5 Ways To Win My Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Wednesday! My lovely Aunt Molly, whose hilarious <a href="http://www.mystatusisbaddest.com/" target="_blank">website</a> you should most definitely check out, pinned this 30 Day Challenge on Pinterest. I have been trying to discipline myself a little more in writing. They (whoever they are) say that writers should make time to write even when you are uninspired - good, bad, and ugly. So, as per the list to the right, today is #1: Five Ways To Win Your Heart.<br />
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1. <b>Buy me a cup of coffee.</b> No, really. Better yet - take me to a charming coffeehouse, buy me a cup of coffee, and sit and chat with me.<br />
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2. <b>Make me laugh.</b> I love to laugh. And most of the time, I desperately need to laugh. So tell me a joke, dance me jig, sing me a song - just don't tickle me. It will not be funny, it will be war.<br />
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3. <b>Ask me about my life.</b> I always try to be proactive with the people I meet and am trying to building relationship with - I want to know where they've been, what they've done, what's changed them and hurt them and inspired them. Their stories are interesting! Mine is too.<br />
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4. <b>Know and love Doctor Who.</b><br />
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5. <b>Do things with me.</b> I like to do things not collect things. Lets got to that new coffeehouse, or bowling, or to the movies, or late night swimming, or play a game. I even like to grocery shop. Lets just DO something together! Memories are my favorite.<br />
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That's all folks! More of the good, the bad, and the ugly tomorrow.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165199853261932992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-494689261053092352015-03-24T06:10:00.000-07:002015-03-24T06:12:05.352-07:00The Pursuit of Happiness<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's Tuesday morning, March 24th and I'm sitting at my desk drinking my cup of coffee deciding what I think about the snow on the ground outside. The sunshine and hints of spring have ruined me. I think the snow is harshing my mellow. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My mom sent me this quote this morning:</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It is the very pursuit of happiness that thwarts happiness." </span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm unsure of who said this, but whoever they are I think I agree with them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've heard it other ways...Life's about the journey, not the destination...Don't miss the forest for the trees... It's been said again and again because it's true. Truth is funny like that - Enduring. Unchanging. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've often been caught up in the chase. Sometimes it seems that happiness is just out of my reach. I'm always right behind it, but I can't quite catch up to it. And you know what? That makes me feel unhappy. Chasing things...people...success...is exhausting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do think happiness is in the journey, and that you can get so fixated on the trees that you forget you are in the forest. I try so desperately to attain happiness that I forget to be happy. And yes, I can just <i>be </i>happy. I get to decide. You get to decide. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The pursuit is a distraction fueled by discontentment. Follow your dreams, work towards goals, run your race - but <i>choose happiness</i> along the way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And yes, I have Kid Cudi stuck in my head. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165199853261932992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-44854864036674482232015-01-28T17:00:00.000-08:002015-01-28T17:00:00.322-08:00Teaching the Restless to Rest<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have categorized myself as restless for a long time. I struggle with discontentment daily, and I'm not proud of that. Recently I have been intentional about leaning in and listening for what God would say in this season of my life. And you know what I'm hearing? REST. Is there anything harder for a restless person to do? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I once heard Rest described by someone that I can't remember, but the definition they gave has always stuck with me:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-- Rest is not the act of doing nothing or being still - rather it is doing everything you do from a POSITION of rest. Choosing the position of rest in Christ, we can do all the things we must do without fatiguing (mentally/spiritually/emotionally). -- </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I always thought this was a great definition. Though sometimes I wish rest was an excuse to sit and do nothing! I'm grappling with this thing called rest where I am in my life. I sort of know what rest looks like. I'm not sure I've ever done "rest" well though. At least not that definition of it. In my exploring what rest would look like if I chose it, I'm dwelling on this scripture:<br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Matthew 11:28-30</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="reftext"></span><span class="red">“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.</span> <span class="reftext"></span><span class="red">Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.</span> <span class="reftext"></span><span class="red">For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><b>- I have to come to him.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">“<i><u>Come</u> to me, all you who weary..</i>" I can't go to other things looking for rest. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">I can't come to my husband looking for spiritual rest. My job does not provide me with His rest. Self-help books and deep breathing exercises will not bring me rest. I must come to Jesus and find rest in Him alone.</span></span> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>- I have to relinquish control. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="reftext"></span></span></b><i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">"Take my yoke upon you.." </span></span></i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">There's a submitting that has to happen when I put on his yoke. I no longer choose what I want - I follow his lead and walk with him. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">In my experience, control doesn't bring me rest. It brings me stress and anxiety. Control has to go. I find rest in letting Jesus take the lead. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><b>- I have to be teachable.</b></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">"and learn from me..." </span></span></i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">I have to stop living according to what I know.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">A lot of the time I try to live according to my thoughts, my ideas, and my plans. So far, that has not brought me any rest! I need something better...I need what HE
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span class="text Isa-55-9" id="en-NIV-18750">"As the heavens are higher than the earth,</span><span class="indent-1"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"></span><span class="text Isa-55-9">so are my ways higher than your ways</span></span><span class="indent-1"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"></span><span class="text Isa-55-9">and my thoughts than your thoughts."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">Jesus knew how to walk in rest, so I have to come to him, submit to him, and let him teach me about rest. And I know that when I do, He promises me this: </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red"><i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="red">"...you will find rest for your souls."</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Through our walk with God we forget how much we committed to him at the beginning (or maybe yesterday). How he was our everything. How we were “all-in” and needed nothing else but his spirit and his presence. Our walk gets CLUTTERED. We start making excuses and convincing ourselves that all we need is God...and money, and that’s all.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> All I need is God, money, and my car, and that’s all. All I need is God, money, my car and that chocolate cake, but that’s all I need. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And then we start wondering why we don’t hear God, see God, feel God… How can we when we’ve accumulated all this junk? We’re drowning out what we really need with all the things we don’t </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">really </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">need. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I want to invite you to take the next several minutes and do some self-searching. Is your walk cluttered? What junk have you picked up along the way? What things have you convinced yourself that you need? Have you lost track of God because of these things? He hasn’t lost track of you. Would you like to hear/see/feel Him again? Lets spend this time in worship and prayer. Allow the Holy Spirit to show you what needs to be removed. Let him show you the lies you’ve been telling yourself. </span></div>
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Yet again my life is changing drastically... Something I obviously crave, right? Within the next 6 weeks Clark and I will be transplanting our life into big-city, Pittsburgh, PA. It happened a little suddenly...but sometimes what we need most is a "suddenly".<br />
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All along we have known we would not stay in New Concord, Ohio forever. Moving was on the horizon but not planned until next fall. But the restless in me just. kept. growing. When you know something deep down in the core of you, you can't shake it or excuse it away. That's where this restlessness sat. It just took one particularly restless, emotional day for me to make the jump in my mind. "Why are we waiting?" I've observed that most of the people around me think that Clark and I do everything too big and too fast; I thought we'd keep the streak going. I started asking questions like, "Why next year?" "What's stopping us until then?" We prayed about it and made a decision within the week. When you know, you know.<br />
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So now we are here, weeks away from the transplant and it's been harder than I thought. I've seen unexpected anxiety find it's way to the surface. I thought I liked change? This time there has definitely been some "upheaval" in my soul. But God is faithful, and He is already bringing comfort to the lonely places in me.<br />
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This is what I feel is God's word for my next season of life:<br />
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"I'm bringing you into a season of brokenness. A season of greater dependency. A season of intimacy with me. I will surround you with people who will sow into you. Let me take you away for a season to know how to be a wife to your husband and to know Me as your bridegroom. I will not leave you as an orphan."<br />
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I am familiar with brokenness and part of me cringed when I understood that this was yet another broken season. But most of me became peaceful, knowing the beautiful intimacy that comes as I am broken before God. I trust His timing and His plans for me.<br />
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I'll be posting more often (I hope) in Pittsburgh to keep you all informed on my crazy life. Thanks for following my crazy adventure as I follow God! :)<br />
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<br />The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-45576639708235292822013-01-03T06:42:00.002-08:002013-01-03T06:42:40.079-08:00Security<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Share, cursive; font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7e7e7e;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial;"><img height="400" id="imgQuote" src="http://img.quozio.com/img/5150591f/1000/There-are-people-who-can.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 550px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="288" /></span></span>My inspiration for the day. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Share, cursive; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"> This year has been one of the most wonderful and the most painful years of my life. A lot of the pain has come from people's part in my story ending. Some, all too soon. And some, though it felt all too soon, I now see was God's divine timing. Knowing it was God's timing doesn't make the pain any less real, but it certainly brings peace where before there was fear and anxiety. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Share, cursive; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"> Letting go has always been such a struggle for me. In nearly every season of my life, in various situations, my mother has said to me, "You must learn to hold on loosely." Not to crush this delicate thing called life/friendship/love/trust. And through the years I like to think I've gotten better at this. When I find myself clenching my fist tightly around the things and people I think I need, I'm reminded that it only brings more pain to me. If those people and things are meant to be in my life, I will not have to hold on so tightly. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Share, cursive; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"> What a year of learning it has been. I am thankful to God for being so patient with me through this slow learning process. I know that I'm being shaped into the image of His son and these trials are all a part of the transformation. </span></span><br />
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For the most part I have avoided/despised/cringed-at-the-thought of New Years Resolutions. I assume its because for most of my life I've had a *inadequacy complex* (my self-diagnosed term) and the thought of more pressure - or perceived pressure - being put me made me want to have a breakdown. However, seeing as how God has healed, is healing, and will heal that complex, NYRs don't daunt me anymore. There are many other more daunting things to be daunted by, I can't justify being daunted by these. Also, over the past year and a half my goal has been to continually live more intentionally in all areas of my life. I don't want to just happen. I want to be intended. I know God intended my life, surely it's reasonable to expect the same from myself.<br />
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So here's a few of maybe a rather long list of resolutions (I like the word Goals better than resolutions, maybe because "resolutions" just feels to resolved? ;) Commitment complex maybe?!) in no particular order, for Twenty-Thirteen:<br />
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- Record my 2nd album of original music.<br />
- Expand my writing (Ok... maybe this one is a little vague ;)) Blogging, Songwriting, and potential book material.<br />
- Teach at HCF's Practicum services.<br />
- Invest in my marriage - be a better, more engaged, more encouraging wife than I was in 2012.<br />
- Lead worship OFTEN (again, too vague.) Once a month perhaps.<br />
- Buy/Rent a new house - By September!<br />
- Go on a missions trip - big, small, with or without my church.<br />
- Pray for direction regarding schooling/ministry.<br />
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Thats most of it. I left out a few. All of these things are completely doable, though some of them I've been avoiding for years. Praise God, He has finally chipped away enough of me that I have the desire to embrace these goals. Now, more than ever, I feel equipped (emotionally & spiritually, more than anything) to carry out God's intentions for my life. Some of them still feel daunting, but my God is able. I was intended for a purpose from the beginning, and I will be intentional in these things in 2013!<br />
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"If you find yourself asking yourself, and your friends, "Am I really a writer? Am I really an artist?" Chances are you are. The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death." - Steven Pressfield, 'The War Of Art'<br />
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I found inspiration in this quote this morning. It speaks to the writer in me that, apparently, is perfectly normal. I like to write, I want to write...but I don't really like to write and rarely want to. Sometimes I think I want to, but not enough to actually start, much less finish something.<br />
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It is scary! I'm not entirely sure why. I think writing is a lot like baring your soul. Which is scary. Writing is also asking someone to approve of your thoughts; your ideas - of you. That's scary. Sometimes I think I'm not changed or affected by what people think... but obviously the writer in me is. The writer in me is learning.<br />
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The truth is, the writer in me is tired. It seems that there is nothing new to write about! But surely there is. Life is ever changing, ever expanding... I have no excuses. I must simply: begin.<br />
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<br />The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-53052744826655106632012-12-04T04:27:00.000-08:002012-12-04T04:27:48.843-08:00Dreaded Revelations God's really on a roll this week, speaking to me in the grimiest situations! Last night I spend hours dreading my husband's hair. Yes - my new husband now has dreadlocks. The dreading process is unbelievably long and messy. You tease the hair, then apply wax and twist, twist, twist. Wax gets everywhere. EVERYWHERE. The wax binds the dread to make it stay together.<br />
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It takes so much time to rub that wax way down deep into every dread. As I found out last night, it takes A LOT of wax to tame hair that's teased way beyond frizz. After you've gotten all your dreads twisted and waxed together as they can be, you blow dry them. This is a very important step! The heat melts the wax deep down into the dread and that is what will concrete the dread into place. It's all about the heat.<br />
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This morning during Women's Bible Study I was thinking of how sometimes it's like God just melts over you. He completely surrounds you and soaks every part of you. He covers you up and holds you together like wax does a dread. But that melting, that concreting holding-together process, only happens under heat. When the heat gets turned on in your life, and your scalp is on fire and you don't think you can take it anymore...God melts around you, concreting and securing His faithfulness to you - in you. He holds us together, like wax. And that security in Him becomes more and more real and tangible only after God sees you through times of intense heat. Like I said, this is a VERY important step in the process. Without the times of trial where we allow God to pull us through and mold us and shape us and show us His goodness, we will never truly know what is it to be held together by God.<br />
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He is the only thing that can hold us together - and He does it best when the heat is on.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> On slow days here at The Shop, I try to do something productive. I TRY. Today was lots of cleaning. I decided to tear apart my darling espresso machine and do some deep cleaning. When I took it apart I was appalled by what I found... so gross!! I thought, "Didn't I just clean this thing??" I thought back... Right, I cleaned it before the wedding. THAT WAS MONTHS AGO. *Ugh* Disgusted, I went to work. And it wasn't too far into the nauseating job that the Holy Spirit got chatty. I was reminded of what I've been told and what I have read about my beautiful machine many times before. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Meaning of course, the care of the machine is everything. The amount of work I put into cleaning it, in prepping it, in maintaining its efficiency, is the amount of great espresso I will get out of it. A novel idea right? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I know, it's not exactly profound, but it was how the Holy Spirit reminded me of some things today: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> The amount of time and energy and investment I put into my relationship with God is what I will get out of it. I can be as used by God as I want to be. I can be as filled with the Holy Spirit as I want to be. Is it sometimes dirty and nauseating and inconvenient to maintain the upkeep on the relationship? Yes. Are the results worth it? Always.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> So my machine looks beautiful and brand new, and so does my perspective on my relationship with God. It was in the grime of that machine that God reminded me of my responsibility to Him; to our relationship. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not sure what I'd do if He didn't speak in the midst of that kind of stuff... </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">because my life is mostly weird, simple, grimy, and ordinary. Here's to great espresso and a great God.</span></div>
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The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-73710849214014276012012-11-09T17:28:00.003-08:002012-11-09T17:31:45.019-08:00Satin In A Coffin<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;">"You were laying on the carpet <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />like you're satin in a coffin. <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?" <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Yeah right now, but not that often. <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Are you dead or are you sleepin'? <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Are you dead or are you sleepin'? <br style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Are you dead or are you sleepin'?"</span><br />
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The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-68078269967592788672012-08-09T03:53:00.000-07:002012-08-10T05:17:01.651-07:00Humility-Security-Synergy For a year now I have been apprenticing under my Senior Pastor, Burt Campbell (check out his blog here: <a href="http://pastorburt.lifewithchrist.org/index.html">http://pastorburt.lifewithchrist.org/index.html</a>). For the last 2 years I've felt a pull towards pastoral ministry in some aspect and last summer God asked me to take a proactive step towards learning and developing more of the skills that ministry requires. That step looked like the apprenticeship and allowing Burt to be mentor and teacher in my life. We are now drawing that time to a close and looking back over the year, I can't get my head around how much information we've absorbed, how many lessons I've learned - personally and ministerially - and how much growth God's worked in me since last summer. Having said that, I've much more growing to embrace!<br />
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The bulk of my time with Pastor Burt has been spent studying and discussing the book <a href="https://www.stephencovey.com/7habits/7habits.php/">The Seven Habits Of Highly Effective People</a>, which has so challenged my world. Author, Steven Covey, lays out 7 habits/principles that, if embraced and implemented, empower us to become effective in every aspect of our lives. The 6th Habit is <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/synergy">Synergy</a>. This Habit is my favorite so far. Very challenging but so exciting! I've come to realize that I've got some work to do in order to say I'm good at Synergizing with with the people around me. Here's a couple of the things I need to have to make this work:</div>
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<br /></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-67481823359647239402011-04-28T07:53:00.000-07:002011-04-28T08:25:52.894-07:00Dreams Really Do Come True.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's been ages since I've blogged! (That's how I start off every post, right?) </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My life has EXPLODED.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lets see. In the last 5 months, here's what's changed:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">1. I own a coffeehouse in New Concord.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">2. I moved into a gorgeous house in New Concord.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">3. My Best Friend lives with me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">4. I found out I have a nodule on my vocal chord and have been put on vocal rest for a month. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">There's more, but those are some big ones.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The coffeehouse is fabulous. A dream come true. And I can say the same about the house I'm renting. God has been too good! Business is going great, and I love what God is teaching me through it. He's also established relationships that are blowing my mind! Every time I turn around I realize that the coffeehouse wasn't only my dream come true, but another part of His plan. He astounds me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Though the last couple months have brought on a good bit of stress, I'm taking it day by day and learning to manage my life. My craziness doesn't change God's goodness. It's a time of tremendous growing. Spiritually, emotionally, mentally...A season to remember, for sure. The best season yet, actually. (:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The fact that I can't sing how I'd like to is driving me crazy! I go back to my specialist in 3 weeks to check in and see what the next step is. Praying for God's will to be done. I miss doing what I love, but God is faithful still!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Anyways, there's a very brief update for you. Or maybe more for me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Still loving God and everything He's doing. After everything He's given me, after all the dreams He's brought to life, He's still surprising me at every turn. Our God is truly brilliant!</span></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-21112184287015820162010-12-06T23:37:00.000-08:002010-12-06T23:59:39.850-08:00RestartingOnce again, blogging has slipped my mind. Given, my life has been crazy and blogging isn't at the top of my priority list. However, here I am, 2:39am on the morning of December 7th, 2010. Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd give this a go.<div><br /></div><div>I'm home! I arrived a week ago today and has it been a whirlwind of a first week back! It consisted of late nights, Youth Group, a concert, all night laser tag, shopping, church, and cleaning and reorganizing my room. I haven't had trouble sleeping all week. Maybe I'm up tonight because I didn't do much today, and the incessant activity is what forced my body to sleep earlier this week. Anyways, it's great to be home. Still hard to believe I'm actually here, but I've loved catching up with friends and my family. Life is good.</div><div><br /></div><div>Something I wasn't anticipating, it's been(and still is) an interesting emotional transition. My first night home I was a bit taken aback and unsettled at being here again. And I've had moments like that all week. Last night I think I had some tiny version of an anxiety attack. Really strange... I wasn't even thinking about being here and my life or anything! All of the sudden I got really restless and anxious, heart started beating fast, and had slight trouble breathing like normal. So I cleaned the kitchen, basically tore my room apart and started cleaning and sorting through everything. Really strange. Today's been good. I got a little melancholy a few hours ago, and that was a bit out of the blue as well. I suppose I'm still in that transition period. I'm really happy to be here though. I really am.</div><div><br /></div><div>My highlights of my first week back would be all the time I've spent with my Youth Group and being at church again. And seeing family and friends. I guess the whole week has been one big highlight. :) I love what God is up to in this place. And I'm stoked to be right in the middle of it all. There's still people to see, more cleaning/sorting to be done, and holiday festivities to get on with. This is only the beginning! I'm really excited. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have high expectations for this year, and I know it will be spectacular. God never fails me! Christmas will be wonderful, and all the little benefits of being home have made my life so much easier and full of joy. Who knows what's next, but this season is brilliant already!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-69402170585483659782010-10-22T03:12:00.000-07:002010-10-22T03:52:22.937-07:00Tear Down The WallsWelcome! Let's begin.<div><br /></div><div>In my last post I mentioned the beginning of something God was starting in me. I said the only thing I knew for sure what that He said, <i>"I'm broadening your vision."</i> That was almost a month ago. A couple weeks ago I spent some time praying, asking God to reveal more or clarify what that meant. I felt like He added to the previous statement and said, <i>"I'm broadening your vision so that you can be free..."</i> I thought, 'Okay. Freedom is good. Still a very broad statement.' So I accepted it and asked the Holy Spirit to continue to bring understanding.</div><div><br /></div><div>Over the last week, I've really had the youth group on my heart, and a couple kids in particular. And I've had the opportunities to encourage them, build them up and spur them on. I've been so content during the week, and I felt God say that I was content because I was learning to <b>'get my eyes off myself'.</b> That's a concept and principle that we hear a lot here, and seems easy enough, but I felt like I really understood it this week. It was good to feel like I'm getting it. This whole idea of <i>'getting my eyes off myself'</i> fit right in with <i>'broadening my vision'</i> and I immediately understood that God was adding depth to that statement.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday morning I sat down to do my devotions and God gave me complete closure and clarity. I was journalling about how my heart and mind was focused on youth and ministry over the last week, and I ended up flipping to 2 Corinthians 4. Paul talks about his ministry and the sacrifices he made for the sake of the people he would reach. I really related to his heart for the ministry, and wanted that same passion and commitment that Paul had. At the end of the chapter is one of my favorite sets of verses: </div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And again, I felt like 'fixing my eyes on the unseen' was part of broadening my vision. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The more I journaled and listened for more clarity, God finished the statement by releasing me into ministry in the next season of my life. He explained himself through one of my favorite Hillsong songs, "Tear Down The Walls". The song basically summarized every He was saying to me. And I felt like it defined what He had done in me over this year. He gave me this statement that tied my year together. He really gave me closure to this season and I really understand what His goal was for me this year.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i>"I'm broadening your vision, so that you can be free to tear down the walls."</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This made so much sense to me. During the first part of this year, God tore down so many walls inside of me. He went deep and dealt with walls that were put up a long time ago. The last part of this year, He's been preparing and equipping me to return to ministry; to help tear down walls in the people around me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I, in no way, have things figured out, but I have so much understanding of this year's significance in my life, and so much peace about the next season. Whatever 'tearing down the walls' looks like, I'm ready to embrace what God sends my way. This is only the beginning!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-54242317888612535842010-10-02T22:11:00.000-07:002010-10-05T02:08:06.185-07:00Wings Like Eagles<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It just keeps getting better! I am going to do my best to verbalize what I've experienced over this weekend, but I'm certain it will in no way come close to the real thing. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The weekend was Hillsong's youth conference called "Encounter". It's a weekend put together for all three youth ministries in the church: Fuel(jr.high), Wildlife(high school), and Powerhouse(college age). They have if here at the Hills campus in our main auditorium. They completely transform the place to a youth getaway, with everything from food, bumper cars, mechanical bulls, and live music. I'd been hearing about Encounter all month, but the advertisement didn't do a great job of explaining exactly what was going on, so I wasn't planning on going. However, God had other plans, as He often does. Through a series of unpredictable events, conversations, and decisions, I found myself at church at 9:00am for the first of the morning sessions. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We found seats and enjoyed the pre-service entertainment(some comedic improve done by 4 or 5 of the youth leaders.). I sat back and watched as approx. 1000 young people trickled into the auditorium for the first session. About 10 minutes before the service kicked off, the room when pitch black and a dance remix of "Thunderstuck" by ACDC screamed from the sound system. Strobe lights pulsed and illuminated the jumping, moshing, masses of youth that filled the floor. I was delighted and thought to myself, "THIS is how you do a youth conference!" And it was only the beginning...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">What happened over the next 3 days was completely surprising, overwhelming, and exhilarating. It's a bit of a blur now, but the things I walked away with are crystal clear.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I've felt a freedom this weekend that I haven't felt since I've been here. I've been freed in different areas, to various degrees throughout this year, but this weekend was a new level of freedom. The combination of the faith and expectancy in that place, God's thick, tangible presence, and my acute awareness of my limited time here, created the perfect storm - in the best way. Even now, just thinking and writing about it, I can't help but be moved by God's blessing in this season of my life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">There's so many little things that God did that I couldn't even begin to outline, but here's a couple big ones that God spoke clearly over the weekend:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">1. This season will be a season of New Things. </span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">'This season' meaning my return home, my new beginning, after this year in Australia. I've been praying and preparing my heart and mind to leave this place and return home. But I've known, without a doubt, that I won't be simply returning to my old life, but starting something new, somewhere familiar. God confirmed this at the conference and poured out even more faith and confidence in what He's going to do next. I believe that what we're seeing now in our church, our youth ministry,and our city, is only the beginning of God's plan.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">2. He's broadening my vision.</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">During one of the night sessions, he placed a couple different things on my heart. I found myself heavily burdened and praying about these things with a passion that wasn't there before. As I walked away that night, I felt two things in my spirit: (1) He's broadening my vision, (2) He's increasing my capacity. And I definitely see the areas that he's doing that it, and I'm excited to see that outworked in my life. I felt like I was getting just a glimpse of what He sees and being broken by what breaks His heart. That's exactly what I want!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So those are just a couple things that I have on my heart, and am praying about. I don't know exactly what all of it means or looks like yet, but I believe it's the start of something in me that's new and challenging, in the best way. I love doing life with Christ. How could it get any better than this? I can't imagine what Heaven is going to be like...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">"Then the Lord replied: 'Write down the revelation</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">and make it plain on tablets, </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">so that whoever reads it may run with it. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">For the revelation awaits an appointed time.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It speaks of the end and will not prove false. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Though it linger, wait for it; </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">it will certainly come and will not delay.' "</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">-Habakkuk 2</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">This scripture is one that has inspired me to record the things that God shows or speaks in my life. I realize the context of the Old Testament is where this verse fits, but God has used it in my life, encouraging me to write down what He's doing in me. I love how The Message version puts it: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And then God answered: "Write this.<br /> Write what you see.<br />Write it out in big block letters<br /> so that it can be read on the run.<br />This vision-message is a witness<br /> pointing to what's coming.<br />It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait!<br /> And it doesn't lie.<br />If it seems slow in coming, wait.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It's on its way. It will come right on time.</span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; ">Waiting is the hardest. But He renews my strength in the waiting! And soaring on wings like eagles sounds pretty good to me. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-62470818522835192582010-09-28T01:02:00.000-07:002010-09-28T01:15:03.812-07:00The Changing of SeasonsWe are most definitely well into spring here in Australia! It was beautiful and sunny today, but still a bit too warm for my liking. It is exciting, however, to know that we'll be swimming soon! <div><br /></div><div>In other news, school is still splendid and God is still teaching me things that are blowing my mind. I'm convinced that it wouldn't hurt every Christian to do Bible College! There's just so much to learn and so many of us don't know near enough! I'm so glad that I'm here learning everything I can, it's such a privilege. </div><div><br /></div><div>In regards to college family, things are going okay. Still loving these amazing people. However, there has been a bit of tension in the house this past week. Simple misunderstandings, miscommunications and mistaken motives, nothing too devastating at all. But when a group of people that are so close nit, even the little things cause tension. We did work through our problems, and learned from the experience, and hope handle the next situation more effectively. A good learning experience for all of us. It's good to have people in my life that are committed to relationships and growing together. Conflict is not near as painful when you have people like that. </div><div><br /></div><div>Today in Chapel I got emotional, realizing that my time here is very limited. I feel like one day I can't wait to get out of here, and the next I'm worried about leaving! It's a good process though. I do have such a peace about the changing of seasons in my life, and this fragile time of transition is quite precious. </div><div><br /></div><div>I shall update again later. College Break is coming up next week and I'll have 7 whole days to do whatever I please. I'm sure I'll find some space for a blog or two. :) All my love, as always!</div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-86451528381158223072010-09-08T03:16:00.000-07:002010-09-08T03:49:26.692-07:00His Mercy Is NewThese past 5-6 weeks have been so incredible, and spring has officially arrived. Let me tell you a little about it...<div><br /><div>School is really great. This semester has been much more enjoyable and I'm closer to my classmates than I was a couple months ago. We had our first performance of the semester, and it went really well! We've also written a song already. Each of us had to co-write a song with a classmate and I got to work with a girl named Mirang Jung from South Korea. It was such a fun experience! That was one of my first big assignments and it's completed and submitted, so I'm pretty happy. Out of all the co-writes, our trainers will pick the top 3 songs and the class will plan a 15 minute worship service using the original songs. I'm really looking forward to that. </div><div><br /></div><div> My college family is amazing. Our house of girls hangs out with a house of guys, and we all have way too much fun. We get together at our house every Sunday night for Family Night and Chelsea cooks us dinner. Most weeks we're over at the guys' house at least 2 nights of the week. We just can't seem to spend enough time together! We play card games by candlelight and laugh hysterically while trying to solved funny riddles. They're just the best crowd of people. </div><div>It's funny how people from all over the world can come together and bond so quickly. It's hard for me to think about doing life without them. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm already getting anxious about leaving. Some days seemed to crawl by, but looking back, these months have gone so incredibly fast. I just know that in no time at all I'll be home wondering where the time went. And for that reason, I've taken so many more opportunities these last couple months. I stay up late, and go out with the gang (even when I have assessments due) because I know I won't regret it in a couple months. It's been so fun, and I've got heaps of memories to carry with me for the rest of my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been sick these last couple of days, and I went to plug my nebulizer in to start treatments...and it blew up. So, now I don't have that, but I'm still believing for divine healing! I haven't had to use any treatments this whole year, and I think God can keep me well for the last 12 weeks! =)</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'm going to try to get to bed early tonight. I value sleep quite highly these days, and tomorrow is a full day. All of you back home should be waking up soon, so enjoy another beautiful day that our God has given us. His mercy is new, so let's not live for yesterday. </div><div><br /></div><div>All My Love,</div><div>Bri</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-64998038951640834092010-08-21T04:29:00.000-07:002010-08-21T05:30:43.531-07:00What's Happening In My Mind...It's Saturday night, the 21st of August, and I'm sitting here laughing hysterically! Chelsea, Liz, Stian and I are sitting around the table talking about Jim Carrey movies. Ahh, college life is good.<div><br /></div><div>Tonight I was rostered for Kids Creative (worship for our kids programs) and we had so much fun. Saturday night church is a whole other atmosphere compared to Sunday services. Everything is in The Hub and the setting is always very casual and relaxed. It's very comfortable and feels like home. Anyways, the kids are always great and our Saturday PM team is great... I love those people.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today was nice, I was able to relax and recharge. We got a new refrigerator and washing machine, thanks to my new housemate, Chelsea. Very excited about that. But this afternoon found me on edge for some reason... I got to Skype briefly with my parents, but the connection was terrible. I ended up extremely irritated after that and it kind of continued through the day. I prayed about it and tried to find an explanation but couldn't. Maybe it was just the series of events in my day, or something else. I'm still soul-searching and trying to figure out why I'm responding to people/events in this way. It's very unlike me... At this point, I'm feeling defensive (and I'm not sure why) and that makes me want to retreat back into myself. Isolation was always the answer for me, BUT I'm learning not to do that. So, because I'm changing the way I do life, my goal is to not completely pull away from everybody! Surely this is just a phase and all will return to normal soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>Life is so funny. Occasionally, my mood will change like the weather here in Syndey (completely unpredictable), and it surprises me, causes me to step back and question what's happening in my mind, and I usually come out understanding myself a little better. Something God uses to grow me, I suppose. Whatever this is, I'm prepared to be educated on my own motives, beliefs, and thought processes. <i>Good? Definitely. Fun? Not at all. </i> </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, before I start rambling about internalization and psychology, I'm going to go to bed. These kinds of crazy posts is the usual product of my late night blogging. Everything should be less dramatic after a good night's rest!</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i>"</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i>The Lord bless you, and keep you;<br />The Lord make His face shine on you,<br />And be gracious to you;<br />The Lord lift up His countenance upon you,<br />And give you peace."</i></span></span></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-32932871169955414292010-08-13T02:47:00.000-07:002010-08-13T04:00:21.209-07:00It Is Well With My Soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie39Y5J5NsLVpENzBHZ_xce9l6-fxFOeaCeN7wUH5SSrLzBmuFb1yMhrVVgZjV_OpggmwQWu3wsbAN8gMKpFUqFf02fTjLvC-N-Qt16_5XcMe63TvSaeuQWeh-H54RFhShWyQURlkpO4jZ/s1600/2010-07-15+12.17.31.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie39Y5J5NsLVpENzBHZ_xce9l6-fxFOeaCeN7wUH5SSrLzBmuFb1yMhrVVgZjV_OpggmwQWu3wsbAN8gMKpFUqFf02fTjLvC-N-Qt16_5XcMe63TvSaeuQWeh-H54RFhShWyQURlkpO4jZ/s320/2010-07-15+12.17.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504847512937987234" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So...I <b>completely </b>forgot that I had a blog! I saw a friend’s blog and thought: ‘Oh my goodness!’ :) It’s been over 2 months since I posted anything, and so much happens in 2 months here at HILC. I’m not sure where to start, let’s see...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As of right now, I have less than <b>16 weeks</b> left here in Australia. Thats right folks, I’m homeward bound! After lots of praying and seeking, I’ve very sure that after my year here, I’m meant to be back in my home church. As excited as I am to be home, each day I’m realizing how much I’m going to miss this place. This has been the most incredible 7 months of my life! It’s been a wonderful season, but seasons must change. Life is so bitter-sweet!</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In other news, I’m 3 weeks into the 2nd semester, and it’s a whole new ballgame. It’s a bit more academically and musically demanding, but it’s going to stretch me spiritually, more than anything. And it’s wonderful! The classes have already been outstanding, and I get to write songs for my assessments, how much more wonderful can it get? This semester is already so different than the last. God did so much in me during the first 6 months, and my attitude and outlook are so much better. The peace that I have now is absolutely incredible. God just keeps blowing my mind! Anyways, I’m quite looking forward to what the next 14 weeks (end of the semester) brings. One of my subjects is Personal Evangelism, and that’s where the spiritual stretching comes in. It’s good though, I’m understanding that God likes to keep me uncomfortable... it’s necessary for growth. <i>And growing is what I’m here for!</i> </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I wish I could tell you everything that God’s doing in me and around me... it’s truly indescribable. But instead of writing it all down, I have faith that when we meet again, you’ll see the change for yourself! I’m definitely looking forward to the ‘homecoming’ season, but I’m very content to be in this season of training and growth. I’m getting better about living in my ‘now’... it’s definitely the way to live. Actually, there’s nothing quite as satisfying. Here’s a quote that inspired me regarding this thought:</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima; color:#330101;"><span style="font: 16.0px Optima; letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>“</i></span></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”</i> ~Mary Jean Iron</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima; color:#330101;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><i>Life is good</i></b>. My life, 10,000 miles away from home, is good. And I can finally say that and believe it without a shadow of a doubt. I can’t wait to see what God does next. This really is the adventure of a lifetime! Thanks for all the prayers and support. You guys are the best.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima; color:#330101;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>All My Lov</i><i>e,</i></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 16.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Optima; color:#330101;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Bri</i></span></span></p>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-31539796012763030822010-06-11T18:35:00.000-07:002010-06-11T18:43:58.879-07:00Happiness<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnQyL5-ZpQMaHsmD7V1yuUFmQKa_J7r_21GtMPIoCwTn1T1jZJKnXKwCNL5T7CatQ1ZwMExoOgHfG_MvSbzzf36hDKtMKNZNaIQZENwSeNUBWXTtn350C1-pxVk-ppAUvrtU9CJH79_LL/s1600/100_1655.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnQyL5-ZpQMaHsmD7V1yuUFmQKa_J7r_21GtMPIoCwTn1T1jZJKnXKwCNL5T7CatQ1ZwMExoOgHfG_MvSbzzf36hDKtMKNZNaIQZENwSeNUBWXTtn350C1-pxVk-ppAUvrtU9CJH79_LL/s320/100_1655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481696681018744450" /></a><br /><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>What is happiness?</i></b></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; min-height: 18.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is a rainy day. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is the windows down and the stereo up.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is an ocean shore in North Carolina.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...A sunrise and a cup of coffee...A convertible Mustang and Billy Joel.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is a good book & cup of tea.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is Denny’s at 3am.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is slow dancing on a frozen pond. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...A campfire, a guitar, and 30 friends singing at the top of their lungs.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is an authentic Italian restaurant and a Billy Joel & Elton John concert. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is new friends that seem like old ones...The Blue Mountains and road trips...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...An old pontoon boat and a muddy lake...A four-wheel drive truck and 3 feet of snow.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is laughing uncontrollably... Playing tag on horseback... Sleeping in.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is creating something no one’s ever heard...Singing harmony, and dashboard drumming.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is swimming in the dark, falling asleep in the boat, waking up and driving home at 6am.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...Corny musicals... a cappella duets... Diet Coke... Slippers.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is a homecoming football game...A high school dance... A teddy bear that smells like him.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is my great-grandmother’s piano... An old barn and a pool table.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is baking cookies and wrapping presents.... decorating the Christmas tree and a handmade nativity set. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...A can of deluxe mixed nuts... A scrapbook full of priceless memories.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is candlelight and a bubble bath... Sugar-free chocolate... </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is a pair of old cowboy boots and horse that’s your best friend...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It’s your brother’s arms around you when you’re crying... And thinking that it was worth all the years of fighting... It’s sitting on his bed and telling him you’ve got a crush on his best friend...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is an country dirt road and an old farmhouse... A chinese restaurant... A church family...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">...Watching Doctor Who and playing Quelf... Fourth of July & Superbowl...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is being independent...The Sydney Opera House... And saying ‘No Worries’... It’s finding out who you are... And making changes along the way...</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'; min-height: 18.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Happiness is a moment... No matter how close or far away... </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">When you realize that God is good... And every breath is reason enough to smile.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Handwriting - Dakota'"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>So tell me, what is happiness to you?</i></b></span></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Handwriting - Dakota', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-79570393062534466142010-05-27T01:04:00.001-07:002010-05-27T01:47:15.782-07:00I've figured out...I've figured out that I have this problem with blogging... Every time I go to post something new, I can't figure out where to start! It's only been a month since my last post but so much has happened - as it does here at Hillsong. How about we start shallow and work our way deeper?<div><br /></div><div>Life is good! School is still as wonderful as ever. I still love my classes (with the exception of one) and still look forward to every lecture. Brilliant people they have working here... Musically, I've got my performance this coming Monday! I was crazy stressed about it last week, but after God did the whole, "Brianna. Chill." thing... I'm good. See, I've recognized the pattern of my thinking, and I'm working on "renewing my mind" (Rom. 12:2). It's a process, but I'm getting better. When it comes to conflict - internal or external - in my life, I tend to worry way too much, emotionally wreck myself, and expect my little mind to work things out. Later, I realize that there's no need for that when God has things under control. I could be using all that wasted energy to fan into flame the gift of God that's in me! (2 Tim. 1:6) Which brings me to my next point...(too many lectures and sermons! haha)</div><div><br /></div><div>I've figured out that I'm not here for music. In a sense, I knew that when I came, but I'm finding more and more that music is just one of the benefits of being here. And I know as I continue to stretch and grow, I will know even more that I am here for something much bigger than music. (It's that whole, "We are saved, and we are being saved. We are healed, and we are being healed." thing. I knew, I know and I will know!) When I tell people that, some of them get a little confused and ask, "well what are you here for?" I laugh... I just say: "Open heart surgery. I came to Australia for open heart surgery." And that is so true. Oh, and brain surgery too! It's the most incredible experience. God did it as soon as I got here and He's doing it everyday... It's like, each day God breaks through another mindset, smashes another attitude, and destroys one more of those little boxes I try to put Him in. I told my housemate, "I'm wearing skinny jeans and converse, I stopped drinking coffee, and I say 'No Worries'...What's happened me?!" haha And that's the beauty of it - from mindsets to style: I'm recreating myself. Actually, I'm not recreating myself, I'm just learning how to be the woman God created me to be all along. </div><div><br /></div><div>There's actually heaps more to tell... (They say heaps here in Australia, did I tell you that? Heaps and Loads. And they say Ta, which is short for Thank You...I like that one.) I'll try to write more soon. Less TV, more blogging! </div><div>Oh and one more thing, it's COLD here! It's Australia, no I didn't bring a winter coat! I plan to buy one soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>So friends, rejoice in the Lord always!</div><div>:)</div><div><br /></div><div><i>~ Lord Jesus, you're brilliant. If only I could write something so powerful and unique as what you're doing in me. I love you. Help me to be the woman you've uncovered, the one you've always intended for me to be... I like her. All for you, and you alone. Ta Daddy. ~</i></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670979990340252373.post-19811042412541289512010-04-24T20:26:00.000-07:002010-04-24T21:34:40.262-07:00An Inheritance<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I'm in the middle of reading the book of Joshua in the Old testament, and after doing my devotions today, I thought I'd write a little about what I'm learning from Joshua.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;">So, first off, I just so admire Joshua. He's appointed to lead the Israelites after Moses passes on, and he steps right up into leadership, without question or hesitation. One thing we see God speak to Joshua several times is: "Be strong and courageous." Moses says this to him when he appoints him as leader, and then the Lord speaks it to him several times throughout his life. This is something that has always stood out to me. We don't see Joshua panicking or questioning God, but God is constantly telling him to be strong and courageous. God reminds him repeatedly that He is with him, and that He will never leave or forsake him. God promises those same things to us, only if we would walk in the same kind of faith and trust that Joshua did! It's something I'm learning to do... When we take God at His word, and live without fear, we will see God's promises come alive in our lives. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;">Another group of people I'm learning from is the Levites. The Levites were set apart in the tribes of Israel as an offering to the Lord; to do the work in the Tent of Meeting(the Tabernacle). It was very high calling. We see in Numbers 8 where the Lord has Moses dedicate the Levites. He presents them as an offering to the Lord--not a burnt offering--but a wave offering.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;">**A wave offering was something done to accompany the peace offering. If was the offering of the first fruits, that was to be presented("waved" before God) and viewed as holy unto God. It was done, almost as a gift unto God, because of His covenant and communion with the people.** </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;">So for the Levites to be presented as a wave offering to God, was to say - "These are our best men, set apart as holy, to serve Christ." What a honor! It was a high calling to work in the Tabernacle. I was thinking about this because personally I've felt called to ministry in the church, and it's what I'm learning and growing in while I'm here. As I was reading Joshua today, I was reading the sections where Joshua is dividing the land among the tribes, and this is what it say's about the tribe of Levi: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><i>Joshua 18:7 -- "The Levites, however, do not get a portion among you, because the <b>priestly service</b> of the Lord is their <b>inheritance</b>." </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">I posted a blog last year on </span>"Other's May; You Cannot."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "> and that verse reminded me of it. It talks about how those in ministry are held to a higher standard and, as we often do with God's word, we see it as law instead of freedom. We see the things we can't do and can't have, instead of realizing everything we get to do and have! What a wrong way of thinking! As I read this in Joshua today, I just repented before God for the times when I view ministry as a burden or duty. It's the high calling of God; it's our inheritance! </span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">I never want to get to the place where I feel like serving God is something I </span><b>have</b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> to do, but instead always seeing it as an honor; an inheritance. How amazing is God, that He would choose us-finite, imperfect, human beings-to join Him in His work. He calls us to be holy, as He is holy; to be set apart, as He is set apart. What an honor! I'll take that over anything the world has to offer, any day.</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;">So, those are just my thoughts. I'd love to hear yours! :)</span></div>The Coffee Shop Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16001559405163684674noreply@blogger.com0