Friday, May 29, 2009
How do you love?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Wandering through an open field
Finally, he crept back to our arms. We lifted him up, patted him on the head, and carried him home where he decidedly sprawled out on the soft carpet and went to sleep.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Counting sand
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand.
When I awake,
I am still with you.
Joe and I went to the beach yesterday. Beautiful places restore me. I feel closer to God and have the oppourtunity to be still. Have you ever lifted a handful of sand and let it sift through your open fingers. Have you tried to count the small particles that drop from the palm of your hand to the sand below?
If you could count the grains of sand on all the beaches of the world, that number would not be enough to continue the sheer mass of thoughts that God has for you and for me.
I am often overwhelmed with my thoughts. They move so quickly, spinning and twirling through the dark recesses of my mind. They can often be confusing or conflicting. But you and I can seek peace in the fact that God's thoughts towards us are many and that to him you are precious, a unique, special creation of his hand. Ask him for clariy through the confusion. Ask him for the wisdom to make the right decisions even when your thoughts on the issue are confusing.
Yesterday, I let my mind wander through the events of the past few weeks. So many things have happened. Life is in a continual surge of change. Every day is different than the one before.
I remember hearing advice from a marriage book that said how important it was to grow and change WITH your partner because a month, or a year, or five years down the road neither of you will be the same person you were before. I know that Joe and I aren't the same people we were when we met over four years ago. We've been changed through our experiences, God, each other, friends, family, and more. We must learn how to grow and flex and change with each other. If we don't, one of us will be broken or isolated through the change.
I find that it is more difficult for me to adjust to the ways that I'm changing than the ways that Joe is. I find that I have more grace for others than I do for myself. I don't know if you've ever struggled with that. The bar that I set for myself is higher than the one I set for those I love.
Learn to be gracious to yourself as you change. Learn to be gracious with others as they change. And continue to pray and seek God through times of change so that the change will be honoring to him at all times.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Why Pray?
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Son of Hasam
We have had the opportunity to host two new friends from South Africa who are staying at Saddleback as part of a pastor's conference. The pastors have come from ALL over the world! What a testimony of God's faithfulness to bring all nations to himself.
We were speaking with our new friends last night, and they shared with us an interesting piece of news that we had never heard before. The son of the leader of an extremist Muslim group has become a Christian. He gave up everything in his country to turn to Christ. MANY want to kill him for forsaking Islam. He now lives in CA and is a powerful advocate of reaching Muslims for Christ. Please read the news story below and click on the link to watch an interview with him. It is very interesting. He is working on creating a website and a program that people can use when reaching Muslims. I will let you know what I find out!
Praise the Lord!
What better way to start the new year then to share with you a testimony of a son of a Hamas leader who has come to Christ and forsaken all to follow Him.
Today Fox News is reporting the story of Mosab Hassan Yousef, which also includes a video from August of 2008.
Yousef, 30, said he realized the true nature of Hamas and radical Islam during a stint in an Israeli prison. He renounced his Muslim faith, left his family behind in Ramallah and converted to Christianity.
"Islam is not the word of God," said Yousef. "If you want to be offended it's your problem. But you know something? Go study. Think for a second that I might be right. So wake up, look at your path, see where you're going. Are you really going to heaven with 72 virgins after you kill yourself and kill another 20 people?"
Yousef has sought asylum in the United States and now attends an evangelical Christian church on Barabbas Road in San Diego, Calif.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
The Story of Fabio Gaston
When Joe and I were dating, he proudly told me that while on a month long Mexico missions trip he had picked the name of his first son. I was thrilled until he told me what it was- Fabio Gaston.
He chose Fabio from the name of the male model who regularly poses on the front cover of trashy romance novels and also made his debut on "I can't believe it's not butter." Gaston for the prideful character from Beauty of the Beast.
Joe claimed that he couldn't think of a more manly name for his son. A hunky male model/town hero who eats three dozen eggs each morning.
Even though I wanted to marry Joe from the get-go, I brushed aside these comments as jokes, until they continued even after we had said, "I do."
He was still determined for our helpless newborn to bear this name with its many implications.
So I did what any helpless wife would do, I begged Joe to let us get a cat, and then I convinced him that the best thing we could do for his future was name him the heroic, strong name of Fabio Gaston.
Problem solved.
Now this sweet kitty is a heroic, egg eating, model, but our first son's reputation is still intact.
In the meantime, we continue to seek out good alternatives to our first son's name. We still can't find a name that we both like. Let us know if you have any suggestions. ;-)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Me...a turtle
Anywho, while we were traveling through the canyons of San Diego looking for the lake that bears my family's name, we found a rather large turtle walking across the road. Joe decided that it would be fun to take a picture with a turtle, and after kicking Joe ferociously, the turtle decided he better hide and hide he did for the remainder of his time with us.
How many times am I like that turtle? Missing out on the things that God has for me, the adventures, the opportunities, the blessings that have been laid out for me because I am too afraid to try, too afraid to stick my head out and go for it.
Today, remember our turtle, whom we decided to name Herman Tortuga, and live confidently, taking intelligent risks to love God, love others, and live for the Kingdom.
Blessings!
Monday, May 4, 2009
Be quiet, there is a victory in progress...
Give me a Revelation!
This time, I know that you are holding all the answers