Watched the Hobbit at 12am
Made paper snowflakes with small children
Went on a treasure hunt
Watched a documentary with BABY POLAR BEARS.
Ate homemade gluten free LEMBAS
Friday, December 14
I want you to be happy, yes.
I want you to experience fulfillment - but not always:
I want you to have just enough pain to keep you human.
Just enough hurt to keep you humble.
I want you have a hunger for ultimate satisfaction.
I want your heart to yearn for truth with a desire so great that it burns within your soul.
I want you to be consumed with One that is not of yourself.
oh love, I want so much more for you than merely a happy life.
I want you to experience fulfillment - but not always:
I want you to have just enough pain to keep you human.
Just enough hurt to keep you humble.
I want you have a hunger for ultimate satisfaction.
I want your heart to yearn for truth with a desire so great that it burns within your soul.
I want you to be consumed with One that is not of yourself.
oh love, I want so much more for you than merely a happy life.
Like Butter Scraped Across Too Much Bread
This, my precious, is the definition of epic:
My only complaint? It doesn't need to be split into three two and a half hour movies. Just no.
My only complaint? It doesn't need to be split into three two and a half hour movies. Just no.
Monday, December 3
Landing in a bucket. Or an umbrella. Or possibly a lampshade.
You know that "trust" game that we used to play as kids?
Or in Sunday school during youth group?
You fall back and you trust the person behind you to catch you. (or supposedly. That was the point, at least)
Faith...trust...it's not just that. Because when you're standing there trusting that person to catch you, you are also expecting them to. You know they're going to do it. (or at least try to. You get the idea.)
Faith isn't like that.
Faith is wild.
And God is not always going to catch you with his arms.
Earth shattering, I know. We like that picture to go with the song, oh, I'm happy in your arms or something mushy like that.
Sometimes he's going to let you fall for a long time before he catches you. Sometimes he's going to use a parachute and make you think you're falling and then you realize you're not. Sometimes he'll use something bizarre, like an upside down umbrella. Pokey. but it works, you know? Or maybe a blanket, or a swimming pool, or a tardis. Or a bucket. That would be painful.
The point is, he is going to catch you, you just don't know how.
Trust is not expectation.
Trust is placing your faith in the truth that God knows what you need, not what you think you need. It is knowing that it is not up to me to decide whether I get land on a fluffy mattress or a bed of pillows. Actually, it might be a bed of blackberry bushes for all I know.
The choice is not mine. The outcome is unknown. But the peace is transcendent.
Or in Sunday school during youth group?
You fall back and you trust the person behind you to catch you. (or supposedly. That was the point, at least)
Faith...trust...it's not just that. Because when you're standing there trusting that person to catch you, you are also expecting them to. You know they're going to do it. (or at least try to. You get the idea.)
Faith isn't like that.
Faith is wild.
And God is not always going to catch you with his arms.
Earth shattering, I know. We like that picture to go with the song, oh, I'm happy in your arms or something mushy like that.
Sometimes he's going to let you fall for a long time before he catches you. Sometimes he's going to use a parachute and make you think you're falling and then you realize you're not. Sometimes he'll use something bizarre, like an upside down umbrella. Pokey. but it works, you know? Or maybe a blanket, or a swimming pool, or a tardis. Or a bucket. That would be painful.
The point is, he is going to catch you, you just don't know how.
Trust is not expectation.
Trust is placing your faith in the truth that God knows what you need, not what you think you need. It is knowing that it is not up to me to decide whether I get land on a fluffy mattress or a bed of pillows. Actually, it might be a bed of blackberry bushes for all I know.
The choice is not mine. The outcome is unknown. But the peace is transcendent.
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