I have a “junk drawer” and if I can be honest, I have quite a few of them. They hide the stuff I don’t know what to do with, and don’t want people to see. Most of the time I can’t find anything I need in them, they just accumulate junk. But if I do find something I need in them, I feel justified in having these drawers full.
There are a few junk drawers in my life as well. Places where I hide my junk, things about me that I don’t others to see. Most of the stuff in those drawers are clutter, but some of them are really things I try to hide. I don’t look through them often, they make me cringe. I am also too lazy to clean them out. It takes too much work, and too much honesty. Continue reading The Junk Drawer
So many times the parable of the sower has been taught, in church and in Sunday school. It didn’t hit me until the other day, that it actually has some merit in my daily life as well. For most of my life I have had the soil that doesn’t really absorb much, and the weeds come and destroy what I do start growing. If I let my life get cluttered with things that don’t really matter…then the Word doesn’t have any place to grow.
“A farmer went out to sow his seed. Some of it fell on the road; it was tramped down and the birds ate it. Other seed fell in the gravel; it sprouted, but withered because it didn’t have good roots. Other seed fell in the weeds; the weeds grew with it and strangled it. Other seed fell in rich earth and produced a bumper crop.
“Are you listening to this? Really listening?” His disciples asked, “Why did you tell this story?” He said, “You’ve been given insight into God’s kingdom—you know how it works. There are others who need stories. But even with stories some of them aren’t going to get it: Their eyes are open but don’t see a thing, Their ears are open but don’t hear a thing. Continue reading The Sower
Do the words, “too late” cross your lips sometimes? You hear of someone doing something exciting…like going back to school, traveling somewhere interesting, or maybe even going on a short term volunteer trip? And you say to yourself, “too late for me”! It’s not too late. I have realized that many people around us are constantly doing new and exciting things. I was 45 when I changed direction in my life and moved to Africa. This was a lifelong dream, one that I never saw coming to fruition. But it did, and I look forward to many new experiences in the years to come. Continue reading “Too Late”
What, in your opinion, defines “grown up”? I think about this quite a bit, as there are many days when I don’t know if I have even grown up yet! Does it mean that we have evolved past high school issues, or is that even possible? So many times I find myself overwhelmed with grown up decisions that I need to make. I also have to live with the grown up choices that I made when I was really young. Dealing with the consequences of these choices is what I think being a grown up is. Seeing them, and the choices we have to make, define us…and make us grow as human beings. Continue reading Grown Up?
I am a stubborn and proud person. I pretend otherwise, and fail miserably at pretending. Because of this trait that I possess, it is hard to surrender to others’ ideas and plans. But the biggest issue that I have is surrendering to God. It is easy to say…”I surrender all”…and easy to say it in conversation, but the reality is totally different. We secretly think we know better than others, and even God at times. And we put our surrender on our terms. After all, it’s our life, we know how to live it ourselves. We know how things work for us!
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Today was a day when I had to face an ugly truth about myself. It is something that I have been aware of…but thought that it can be overcome. I get irritated easily, and often….and for the simplest things. As I get older I seem to be able to mask it a bit better…but, maybe not so well in front of the people who know me. It’s a sad truth, and I can’t say I like it. Self-awareness, and owning up to my motives, is starting to bite me in the behind. I was so pleased with the “work” that was going on inside me, that this feels like a setback and something I can’t deal with. Maybe getting it out there will be part of the catharsis. (Obviously, I am dealing with too much pride?) Continue reading Irritability!