Showing posts with label Stir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stir. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Looking Back

This blog post has also been published on my church's young professionals' blog


A clear vision of our histories is a gift of the Spirit.  One to be cherished and one more valuable than the one that we usually pray for – a vision of our futures. Being able to look into our stories, not from a window on the front porch, but from the darkest corners of the cellars of our hearts, allows us to see truths about who God actually is, not just who we want Him to be.
And when I look at my story there are two things that I always come back to:
He is always faithful.
He makes beauty from ashes every single time.
I get glimpses of how chapters connect. How struggles lead to stories. How temptations lead to trust. And how trials lead to testimony.
And knowing those two things leaves me with peace. With “I know that everything is going to be okay.” With “It will work out somehow.” With “He will use my story.” With “Why worry about tomorrow when today is all we have?” With “He will use this for good. He has done it before and He will do it over and over again.”
Because when we identify God at work in our histories, we have a confident faith that He will, of course, be at work in our futures as well.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” – Romans 15:13

Monday, February 4, 2013

Things I Never Meant to Say


Today's blog post has also published on my church's young professional blog: http://ocstir.wordpress.com/.
So this intern walked in to work last week with giant ear muffs on. I greeted him at the door and said “Hey! Sweet muffs!”.  He mumbled something like, “Oh. Um… okay.” and walked upstairs. About three hours later a coworker came down and said, “I hear you have a new name for our intern. He’s been telling everyone that you’ve been calling him ‘Sweet Muffs’.” So apparently when I said “Hey! Sweet muffs!” He heard, “Hey, sweet muffs.”
Awk... Ward...
This isn’t my first communication failure. It happens to me. A. Lot.
Another notorious blunder: When I was 14, I got really embarrassed in Spanish class – probably for something one of my classmates said to intentionally embarrass me. We were all laughing and I was having an “Oh My Gosh” moment when my Spanish teacher asked me what was going on. I wanted to tell him that I was embarrassed. I knew how to say "I am", but I didn't know the exact translation for "embarrassed". Doing what any 14 year old language learner would do, I took the English word and added some flare. I ended up exclaiming, “Estoy embarazada!” He was shocked. I said it again, but louder and more emphatically. “Estoy embarazada!!!”. To which he replied, “You’re pregnant????!!!?!?!?”.
Apparently, assuming that ‘embarrassed’ in Spanish is ‘embarazada’ would be an incorrect assumption. Also, the term ‘embarrassed’ could no longer cover what I was feeling at that point. Double whammy.
I say things I don’t mean. I mean things I don’t say. I misunderstand emails because I can’t understand the tone. Siri makes hilariously annoying mistakes when I try to text. You know what I’m talking about because the same things happen to you.
But here’s something that I never want to happen.
I never want my friends to forget that they are beautiful and treasured. I never want my sisters to question if I am thinking about them. I never want my parents to wonder when the last time was that I said that I loved them. I never want the 8th grade girls in my covenant group to forget that they are holy and dearly loved. I never want the people who have changed my life and my heart forever to not know how much I adore them. I never want a chance to go by where I don’t tell the lady in front of me at the grocery store that she is having an awesome hair day or the guy on the phone that I truly appreciate his customer service or – more importantly – the people who are in my heart every moment of every day that they are so loved and so treasured and so adored. I’m so grateful to know from experience how great it is to get a text or a call or an email from someone in my life just to tell me that I am loved. We all crave that. We all need that.
So speak up! And yeah, sometimes Siri might say “I loathe you” instead of “I love you”, but those are rare. Most of the time, it’s worth it.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Surrounded

As I mentioned last month, I am a contributing blogger to Stir (the blog for my young professional's group at Otter Creek). Head on over and view my latest posting!