May 29, 2013

24 weeks

Today, I am officially 25 weeks. But we all know these pictures are from 24 weeks, because who really has time to take bump pictures and upload, edit, and post them all in the same week? Not me, my friends.

24 weeks felt monumental in a sense. I had a doctor's appointment that morning {and my glucose test... I passed - hoorah! But I have low iron - boo!}, and my OB greeted me with "Happy Viability Day." This was just days after reading a premature birth story, which had me crying in a hipster coffee shop, and so week 24 felt especially sacred. Not that I want a preemie baby, but I am extremely thankful that modern American medicine and neonatal specialists can keep babies alive out of the womb at 24 weeks. One of my best friends lives in Ethiopia and she reminded me that this is an American privilege and God's grace. Babies don't survive at 24 weeks around the world. Just a humbling reminder...

Anyway, I love the way these pictures turned out. I got adventurous and took photos somewhere other than my own back yard. I should probably do that more often.

Less than four months until we meet this little babe...

Dress: Old Navy Maternity // Sandals: Jessica Simpson // Necklace: Boutique in Byron Bay, Australia

Linking up with: Because Shanna Said So, The Pleated Poppy, Dear Abby Leigh, My Thrifty Chic, & Style Elixir!  

May 23, 2013

Flowers Fade Friday: Slap it in the face

Today I'm supposed to write about my three worst traits.


My number one worst trait is that I am always late. To school, to work, to social events, to church. Even when just trying to run errands for myself, I am usually behind my intended schedule. It's horrible. It makes me anxious. It makes me impatient and unsafe when I drive. I know it's disrespectful toward those who have to wait for me when I'm tardy. It's unprofessional. It's sick really.

I don't know how or why I turned into the late person. I guess it's always been a part of my character {like I used to arrive late to school every day of senior year, because I could - even though it made my poor younger sister late to class}, but it's gotten worse in recent years. I think, at the heart of it, I feel entitled to run my schedule the way I want, often cramming in activities and tasks I didn't really make proper time for, and then justifying it when I run late and inconvenience other people's schedules. In my mind, I'm like "oh well... I'm like five minutes late but I sent that email and folded all the laundry and read my Bible..."  as if reading my Bible at the expense of someone else's time is really something to be proud of.

Okay, I am supposed to talk about three traits, but I am so annoyed with my late trait that I can't even think of others... I guess if I had to pick two others it would be my tendency to have a harsh, ungentle tongue with people I'm close to {i.e. my mom and Micah} and the idolizing of my own schedule {getting annoyed with interruptions to my day and unexpected tasks and events}.

I could just end it here and say "I suck. I hate these things about myself. I've tried to change, but I've failed many, many times."

Or I could slap my sin in the face with truth... and that is what I am going to do.

These sins are real. My schedule is my idol. I am late because "getting things done" is my god and interruptions wreck me because they interfere with my other god... my "to do list." My harsh speech is also sinful. The Bible says that "a gentle tongue is a tree of life" {Proverbs 15:4} and "the tongue is a fire, a world of unrighteousness" that can control the whole body {James 3:6}. My hasty words and my tardiness put Christ on the cross. They might seem like minor flaws, but they are simply visible symptoms of a whole mess of selfishness, pride, and entitlement in my heart.


But here is the thing. I can change. Not by my own will, of course, but with the power of the Holy Spirit in me, I can be on time. And I can accept unexpected changes to my schedule with joy and grace. And I can speak gentle, life-giving words.

Since I am in Christ, His Spirit dwells in me. This is the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead. A Spirit that can raise the dead can surely teach my heart to put other people's schedules ahead of my own.

I'm not saying I'm going to turn into a person who always shows up early just by clicking publish on this post. But I can and will change. It will take discipline and perseverance and probably some uncomfortable sacrifice. And I will probably mess up quite a few times as I travel this road of repentance. But I will succeed. Because Jesus has already gained victory over my sin, and I am going to watch that victory redeem my worst traits as I stumble through life on this earth and fall time and time again into the Arms of Grace.

May 22, 2013

Things I've Learned from Strangers...

I'm going to do a slight variation on today's post. Instead of "things I've learned that school can't teach you" I'm going to tell you about three things I've learned from strangers.

Well... not strangers exactly.

Just people who used to be close friends or good acquaintances of some sort, but are now completely removed from my life. And yet... I still follow some strange piece of advice they gave me long ago.

Example #1: One of my college roommates was named Kate. We lived together for one and a half years. Sadly, I never see her anymore. We still have mutual friends in Fort Worth and I stumbled across her blog last year and read through it to catch up on her life. But we just haven't really stayed in touch. I love her and miss her, but I don't even have her phone number or email address, so she's practically a stranger now.

However, Kate taught me something I have never forgotten that still impacts my life to this day... the necessity to buy ADA (American Dental Association) accepted toothpaste. One time when we were mere 19 year-olds, Kate pointed out that the majority of toothpastes sold in stores are not even approved or recommended by professional dentists. And she was right. If you go down the toothpaste aisle at your local Target, you will find that fewer than half of the pastes for sale have a logo that looks like this...

Does it really matter if a toothpaste is ADA accepted? I don't know. Probably not, in fact, considering most people probably use non-approved toothpastes for years. However, I still take Kate's advice to heart and I only buy toothpaste with the symbol above. My teeth and gums would like to thank her.

Example #2: During my freshman year of college, my friend Sheena and I worked at the TCU rec center. Actually, she worked there, as an assistant to Damien, the man who ran all the intramural sports at the university. I kinda worked for him too. For like a week. I somehow got myself hired to paint new lines on the intramural play fields. The only thing I remember about this job is that I had to paint chalk lines on the fields in the middle of a hot September Texas day and I pretty much wanted to die. Oh, and I got to drive a golf cart. The end. I think I ended up quitting that job because I got hired as an editor for the school paper a few weeks later. But I did paint that one stupid field before my resignation.

Except that's not really the end. Although I don't think I ever saw this Damien fellow again after my freshman year of college, he left one lasting piece of wisdom with me... never use the hip abduction and adduction machines at the gym. 

These are the machines I'm talking about... and yes, that's what I look like when I work out.

When he first hired Sheena and me, Damien gave us a tour of the rec center at TCU. As we walked past the hip abduction and adduction machines {which are side by side in almost every gym} he told us that they are actually bad for you and we should never use them. And sooo... I never have. I have no idea if Damien was telling the truth or if his claim was founded on any solid research. I simply believed him. And I still do to this day. I am a gym rat to the core. I love working out in an air-conditioned facility with machines and precise timers and strangers to compete against without them knowing. I run on the treadmill. I use the weight machines. But I never, ever use those stupid hip machines. Because Damien said not to, and over ten years later I'm still listening to him.

Example #3: My friend Alison has had more impact on my fashion sense and personal style than any other person I  know. We became good friends the last two years of college, around the time I started making enough money to buy high quality clothes and began developing my own style that wasn't just a reflection of what teenagers thought was cool. Mainly, I fell in love with Banana Republic, gold buttons, lace details, and pointy toed shoes. It was the start of the "granny chic" style that still defines me today.

And Alison had quite a bit to do with this. We didn't dress exactly alike by any means {she's a bit trendier than me}, but she was a great shopper and very conscious about wearing clothes that were high quality and flattering. She taught me so much about curating one's closet and one's style. She also taught me one specific fashion rule... never wear long skirts.

Now this was long before maxi skirts came into style, so if anyone wore long skirts at the time of her advice they were probably a hippie or home-schooled or something. But Alison was adamant. She insisted long skirts would come into style again. And that they should NEVER be worn. She believed they were horrible and unflattering on just about every body type.

So when long skirts and dresses started hitting the stores in 2009, I was resistant. No long skirts. Alison, whom I hadn't seen in at least two years, had warned me and I was going to hold strong. One of my best friends even bought a gorgeous long dress from Anthropologie that she wore to her engagement party, but I was sure I'd never do such a thing, even though the dress was stylish and flattering. 

It wasn't until the spring of 2011, after maxi dresses had been on trend for about two years, that I let Micah convince me to try on a long dress. To my utter surprise, I actually liked it and bought it. And since then I have bought a handful of long skirts and dresses.

Kendi // Sydney

So, in a sense, I guess I haven't followed Alison's advice. But, then again, I think I have. Long dresses and skirts are dangerous territory. They don't look good on everyone and only some styles look good on me. I embrace the long skirt, but with caution. Alison taught me well.

So what about you? Is there any advice or wisdom you still follow from a long-lost friend?

May 21, 2013

To the Biking Buffoons

This is a follow-up to my jaywalker post. Just to clarify, I didn't really ever hit a jaywalker. But if I gave an idiot a gentle, non-harming bump in the road anywhere in Phoenix {where jaywalkers happen to be exceptionally stupid}, I don't know if I would feel that bad about it.

But my real issues are not with the jaywalkers. No. My problem is with cyclists. Entitled bike riders who want all the privileges of pedestrians and cars, yet yield to neither. They make me sick.


I am not an experienced cyclist by any means. I did my first sprint-tri this past fall and it was my first time using a road bike of any sort. I was super slow and cautious and uncomfortable on that wobbly two-wheeled contraption. But I know a few things about riding a bike in the road... namely, if you want to be in the road with the cars, you have to act like a car... meaning you need to follow driving rules. If you want to be up on the sidewalk with pedestrians, you have to act like a pedestrian. You can't have it both ways.

So this is my rant to every entitled cyclist everywhere... especially the ones around ASU. If you are cycling in the street, you have to follow the same rules the cars do. You have to stop at red lights and stop signs, use a turn signal {aka your arms}, and yield to pedestrians.

This is what you should not do... ride in the bike lane, cruising at 20+ mph alongside the cars on their morning commute down University Avenue. As you approach one of the busy main intersections in front of America's largest university, you notice the light turn yellow. As the cars to your left start to slow down, you speed up. Because, hey, you're a bike and you can do anything you want, right? The light turns red before you get to the intersection, but you have no intention of stopping. As thirty pedestrians - tired students on their way to classes, faculty headed to the administration building, maybe even a mom with a stroller out for a morning walk - step into the crosswalk at the beckoning of the little white man on the sign, they move forward step by step, believing in the illusion of safety. These are not jaywalkers. These are America's best and brightest - the kids who show up to 8am college classes and know to cross the street at a crosswalk. And here you come on your bike, with your pride and ignorance, barreling through like you own the street, the bike lane, the traffic signal and the WORLD.

It's not pretty, you biking buffoon, and I don't like you one bit.

May 20, 2013

My favorite posts ever...

Today's assignment, if you will, is to dig through our archives and share some of our favorite blog posts we've written. As I approach my three year anniversary of blogging this summer, it was fun to dig around and read some old gems. Here are a few of my favorites...

Funny ones... Yoga // The Cable Guy // What do you do when your plane goes on the roof? {written by Micah!}

On Anxiety

What My 20s Taught Me

Some favorite faith posts... You Don't Deserve It // Peace // Forgotten God // It Matters

On marriage... Hard Words // It is Good

Thoughts on blogging.... Lovely // Not Your Typical Blogging Advice

And my most viral posts ever... Pumpkin Dump Cake // What to Buy at Trader Joe's

Enjoy! Hope you'll stay awhile...

May 18, 2013

To the Mommy Bloggers: Baby Registry Essentials

Since I've already posted my favorite blogs before, today I want to give a huge shout-out to five bloggers who have helped me recently. Over the past few weeks, I have spent hours putting together our baby registry {technically, registries, since we have one at three different stores}. Any of you who have had a baby know that the registry for the first one is a daunting task... unlike a wedding registry where you just pick what you like, usually because it's aesthetically pleasing, there are so many more factors to take into account with a baby. Quality, safety, recalls, reviews... and then aesthetics too. And you are trying to buy products for a human that will actually have preferences and aversions that you cannot predict. Not a simple task.

Even though it took me hours to put our lists together, I can honestly say it would have taken twice as long if not for these lovely bloggers. Each of these women has put together awesome lists on their blogs to recommend the best and most helpful baby items. I am forever indebted to them!

Hello Hue :: My favorite baby products
Jordy Liz :: A few of my favorite baby things
Good Cheer :: Shopping for baby
Kayla Aimee :: Must-have baby registry recommendations
The Kubly Girl :: Baby Essentials {This is the MOTHER of all lists - pun intended. Read the whole series or check it out by category: eat, sleep, clean, travel.}

And if you want to check out my own registries - which were compiled from the lists above and a few extra {or like ten} hours of research - check them out here: Amazon // Target // Babies R Us

May 16, 2013

A Favorite Photo

This is my favorite portrait of myself in recent years. Classy bride standing in a meadow with really big hair on her wedding day. I kinda feel like a supermodel here...

Usually, I don't like myself in pictures when I'm making a serious face, but this one just works for some reason. And it works really well. Huge photo credit to my favorite photographer, Alex. Too bad you probably can't hire her, because she's so freaking brilliant and talented that she got into Parsons and is moving to NYC this summer. 

But, I must admit I am a huge freakazoid and most photos of me are incredibly goofy. My other favorite photo of myself is one from college. I have this crazy flipped out bob haircut right after chopping my hair for Locks of Love. I'm jumping on my bed, hugging on my best friend, and wearing my retainer with my big metal smile pushed into the camera lens.

Yes, I still wear a retainer. We've been going steady for 16 years. Sadly, I don't have a digital copy of this picture. You are missing out.

May 14, 2013

A Day in the Life

I actually decided to document a day in my life before I knew it was a prompt for the May blogging challenge. All these pictures were taken on a Tuesday, which happened to be the last day of classes at ASU before finals. Micah was out of town, which is why he does not make an appearance. I feel like this is my "old normal." I will be at home all summer and then the baby will arrive right after school starts in the fall. I will be teaching online, so I won't have to go to campus on a regular basis like I do now. I know I will figure out my "new normal" once the baby arrives, but it's fun to have these pictures to help me remember what life was like now...

*All photos were taken on my iPhone with no edits or filters.

Clean the sheets day // 7:40am

Donuts for my students on the last day of class // 8:35am

The sweetest thank you note ever written by a college student // 9:55am

Headed into the gym // 10:15am

Still somehow running at 20+ weeks pregnant // 10:25am

Car wash // 11:45am

Lunch at Rubios // 12:30pm

Working on a school project // 1:15pm

Stop by the public library // 2:00pm

Had to pick up my current laundry-folding show // 2:05pm

Stayed at the library to work  on school stuff for a bit // 3:20pm

Taking a survey in the library parking lot for some undergrads in a psych class // 4:05pm

Grocery shopping at Fry's // 4:15pm

Second stop at Target // 4:55pm

Putting away the groceries // 5:30pm

Headed to girls night // 7:00pm

Dressed up the bump // 7:15pm

When in doubt, order mac and cheese // 8:30pm

Ice cream stop on the way home // 9:50pm

Oh yes... that // 10:30pm

Good night // 11:05pm

May 13, 2013


Long, slow, quiet mornings that involve a big latte and reading my Bible at a leisurely pace

Coffee shop dates with girlfriends

Surprises from Micah {dates, gifts, notes... anything unexpected}

Birthdays {celebrating my own and everyone else's too}

Cute clothes on sale

Dairy Queen Blizzards

Getting out of town... 
{weekend getaways, camping, visiting girlfriends, going home to see family, traveling abroad... I love it all.}

Clean bathrooms

Monthly pedicures

The feeling after a successful workout

May 12, 2013

Dear Jaywalker, I'm Sorry I Hit You.

Dear Entitled Jaywalker,

I'm sorry I ran you over in my Mazda. I was in a hurry to get to class and I didn't see you wandering down the middle of the street. I didn't notice you as you walked diagonally across two lanes, with your back to oncoming traffic, at the slowest pace known man. I did notice the crosswalk thirty feet away from you, and I even noticed the pedestrians there, waiting to cross the street at the designated spot. In fact, I even stopped and patiently waited for them to cross with their right of way. I made eye contact with them and gave a smile and a wave as they looked both ways and stepped cautiously into the road.

It's not that I have anything against the occasional jaywalk. In fact, I do it all the time. But let me teach you a few lessons. If you are going to jaywalk, do so at your own risk. You do not have the right of way. You should look both ways and hustle across the street at the quickest pace possible. And if, while you are jaywalking, you happen to cut off an unsuspecting driver and cause them to slam on their brakes to avoid hitting you, please don't flip them off or stand in the middle of the street angry and baffled as to why their car almost collided with your body. I am not against jaywalking; I am against entitled jaywalkers who don't realize they are putting themselves in danger and then sneer at the cars that almost hit them.

So, I am sorry I hit you, you entitled wandering pedestrian.

Except, not really.


P.S. Don't think it's just you. I will address your friends, the entitled cyclists, as soon as I can.

May 11, 2013

College Days.

Lately, my mind has been drifting to memories of college quite often. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I've been watching ASU undergraduates as they wrap up spring semester. Maybe it's because I'm getting old and I need to reflect on what my life was like ten years ago. Maybe it's because I miss my college friends. Maybe it's because I went to the best college in the world...

Here is an example of one of my nostalgic thoughts recently. Yesterday, I was pondering the fact that I need more alone time than I used to. I'm still pretty extroverted and I love being around people, but I need days at home by myself to recharge. I don't remember ever needing so much alone time in the past to feel healthy. Then I thought: "Did I need alone time in college?" And then I thought: "When was was I ever alone in college?" Not only did I have lots of roommates during college, but I lived in the same room with my best friend for three years straight - three and a half if you count the fact that we often slept on my single bunk in my dorm room together all the time during our freshman year. And we did everything together. We ate together, worked out together, and studied {and didn't study} together. Our days were filled with antics, costumes, making friends at Starbucks, filling up our resumes with the strangest jobs {weird restaurants, camp counselors, nannies, car showroom receptionists, personal assistant to a real-life legally blond, filing paperwork for our old creepy landlord... what!?}, laughing, staying up too late, getting random piercings, scheming future tattoos, growing spiritually, serving at church, going to football games, driving around to buy carbohydrates for dinner, and the list goes on and on...

Gosh, those were good, crazy times.

I'm so thankful for them. 

I miss my friends.

Texas forever.

The end.


Today I'm supposed to "sell" myself in ten words. I really hate selling anything, but I happen to be really good at it for some reason. From top cookie sales in my Girl Scout troop to my time spent as a sales associate at Nordstrom, I have always been really good at getting people to buy {or buy into} things. I think it's because I hate selling, so I have a helpful, but no pressure attitude that puts people at ease.

Anyway, today I am supposed to talk about myself, which seems lame and arrogant. But then I think about how God has given me a unique personality and specific gifts to use for His glory, so here it goes...


Friends, do you agree? Would you add to or change any of the traits on this list? How would you describe yourself?

May 9, 2013

My Favorite Moment

Oops. On May 8th, I never found time to blog. Oh well! It just so happens I was very busy yesterday doing other things like... putting in offers on houses to buy {!!!} and building our baby registry. Funny story: Micah called and emailed me at 8:06am - six minutes after his work day started - to tell me he needed a link to our baby registry for his co-worker by 11am. Why the deadline? I have no idea. Our baby is not due for another four months, and my baby shower is six weeks away. Earlier this week I started a tentative registry on Amazon, but that was it. Suddenly I had this strange deadline, and I had a feeling I needed to send a list from a store you can actually walk inside of, so I frantically built Target and Babies R Us registries over the next two hours and sent the links to Micah's work before 11am. If you are interested, you can see the registries here {Amazon, Target, Babies 'R' Us}. They are still a work in progress and we haven't figured out which stroller we want yet, but I like the way they are turning out so far. They are basically a compilation of many different bloggers "top ten" baby item lists... because who would I trust for registry advice more than a mommy blogger, right? :)

Thankfully, I can easily combine yesterday's and today's posts into one...

My number one piece of advice is always the same... read the Bible {in the morning} every day.

Nothing will change your life more.

A snapshot of my favorite time of day...

If you are a believer, but you don't read the Word of God daily, you are missing out on so much. You are neglecting a gift wrapped and waiting for you. God has promised us that His Word is active, powerful, and good {Hebrews 4:12}. He has so much to teach us and so much encouragement for us... if we will only open up those pages and read.

If you read your Bible every now and then, I urge you to try reading every day, even if it's just for five minutes {or even two minutes if that's all you can manage}. You will start to yearn for more, I promise.

And if you can, read in the morning. No matter how tired you are or how much you have to adjust your schedule to make it work, you will never regret rising early to be in the Word. There is no sweeter start to the day, and you will find God's Spirit dwells with you more richly throughout the day, long after you are done reading. The Spirit will make you more sensitive to the needs of others, give you hope when you are discouraged, give you the strength to deny temptation, and tell you when to speak boldly and when to be silent obediently.

And if  you aren't a believer, but are wondering about God... Who is He? Is He real? Is He trustworthy? Is He worth your time? I urge you, also, to read the Word. Pick up a Bible and turn to the book of Matthew, John, or Philippians and start reading. Read for a minute or five or ten each day, and take a good long look at who Jesus is and what He has done for mankind. And if you have questions about what you read, find a Christian friend to talk to. And, if in doubt, you can always email me. I love talking about the Bible, in case you haven't noticed...

A quick disclaimer: Please don't think I'm just some freak-of-nature righteous person who came out of the womb reading the Bible {although if my own child does that, I wouldn't be mad about it}. My own journey with reading the Word is messy too. I used to read inconsistently and when I did it was usually in bed at night as I was {literally} falling asleep. When we were dating, Micah challenged me to start reading the Bible in the morning, and I responded with, "I can't." I had a list of excuses about being a teacher and having to get up before dawn, and being a night owl who reads, writes, and thinks better in the PM, etc. etc. But I finally I buckled and said I would try it... and I promised to read the Bible for a minute each morning before work {I literally agreed to one minute... as in sixty seconds}. But I was faithful to that minute and before I knew it a minute turned into five and now I get sad if I don't have a full 20-30 minutes to sit down and be in the Word  each morning. If you are interested, you can read more about my journey in learning to LOVE God's Word here.

Or you can just start the journey yourself...

May 6, 2013

Life and Death

Apparently, Blog Every Day in May means I share my thoughts on God every single day...

And I'm okay with that. In fact, I really like it.

Today I am supposed to talk about my greatest fear, but I honestly cannot think of anything that I am seriously afraid of. I have my normal, quirky fears... spiders, bees, and most bugs, eye and neck injuries, getting my blood drawn {but I'm getting really good at it thanks to pregnancy}, and probably my weirdest fear.... the feel of polyester... but only the wispy semi-transparent kind that about 75% of today's trendy clothing for women is made out of. Ick! It makes me cringe.

I guess I should admit that I have a tiny bit of anxiety over pregnancy and caring for a newborn - you know... those fleeting thoughts about stillbirth, birth defects and SIDS.... or even the pain of breastfeeding. But, honestly, they are really fleeting thoughts. Mostly, I trust the Lord and thank Him for an amazing pregnancy thus far.

But I used to be afraid of something. I used to be afraid of death... even after I became a Christian and believed I was going to heaven. My brain knew, "You believe in Jesus. You will live with Him in heaven forever. Heaven is better than earth, so you have nothing to fear." But my heart didn't really, really believe it. Death seemed scary and unknown and eternity with God seemed uncertain.

But about five years ago something happened that removed my fear of death forever. And that something was the GOSPEL. Up until age 25, I always considered myself a Christian, and, in fact, I think I was. I had faith in Christ. I believed only He could save me from my sin. And I tried, though often failed, to obey God.

That's what my life looked like on paper at least, but my heart was a big mess of trampling on God's grace while not really understanding His endless love for me or the true beauty of His Son's sacrifice on my behalf. The result was constantly working to earn God's favor {which is impossible, by the way}, sweeping my ugliest sins under the rug, and feeling so much confusion over life and death and God's love.

But then I was freed from all of it. The futile striving to earn God's love, the need to hide my sin, and the fear of death. It was all gone. Because on one beautiful July day {actually it was cloudy and rainy and gross, but it was the most beautiful day of my life for sure}, Christ made his love so abundantly clear to me. The truth of the Gospel penetrated me so deeply that my mind and my heart could understand in unison who God is and how much He loves me in Christ. Although the moment itself was instantaneous,  it actually occurred at the end of one of the hardest years of my life - a year spent in loneliness and confusion and humility while I wrestled with God and cried a lot and spent time in His Word before dawn every day, not having any idea what He was trying to teach me.

But in July, the lesson was finally learned. Christ loves me. Unconditionally. Always. And my whole life is a response to that love. I don't obey because I have to; I obey because I love Christ {because He loved me first}. I don't share my faith because I have to; I share because I know how good Jesus is and I want everybody to know Him like I do. My sins, while horrendous {horrendous enough for someone to have to die on my behalf}, are gone. They are taken away and I am washed clean. I can draw near to a holy God every single day without punishing myself or groveling beforehand. He loves me. I am His daughter.

And because of this I am no longer afraid to die. Not at all. Sometimes I even imagine getting in a car accident or having an aneurysmand I don't even flinch. Not one bit. Don't get me wrong... I don't want either of those things to happen. I would like to live a long life on earth for God's glory, but if my time is cut short, I know it's God's perfect will for me. And heaven awaits whether I die tomorrow or when I'm 90. And that's when the most beautiful part of my life will begin.

And this is what I want for everyone - for my family, for my friends, for my blog readers...

Faith in Christ. Certainty in God's goodness. Trust in His plan. Assurance of His promises. No fear in death.

Since therefore the children share in flesh and blood, he himself likewise partook of the same things, that through death he might destroy the one who has the power of death, that is, the devil, and deliver all those 
who through fear of death were subject to lifelong slavery.
-Hebrews 2:14-15-

In Christ Alone by Passion on Grooveshark

May 5, 2013

A Simple Life

During college I used to go to a worship service at my church every Wednesday night. I remember one time at the beginning of the school year, the speaker that evening asked us to turn around and introduce ourselves to someone and describe ourselves in one sentence. After the hustle and bustle of the greetings, the speaker asked us a question.... "How many of you introduced yourselves as a child of God?"

Of course, almost no one had considered their identity in Christ when giving their brief introduction. We linked ourselves to the cultural norms of college and young adult life. I'm a sophomore. This is my major. This is my job. I'm from this city.

Few were wise or bold enough to say "My name is ___________ and I am in God's family." Or "I belong to Jesus."

Although I said something superficial during that introduction years ago,  the most important thing about me is that I am a Child of God. I am chosen by Him and loved by Him, and He should shape all I do and say day in and day out. Because I am not my own; I belong to God {I Corinthians 6:19-20} and anything I do in the day, big or small, significant or not, should be done for God's glory {I Corinthians 10:31}.

I think in adult life, most people associate their identity with their job. I'm a lawyer/doctor/nurse/teacher is the first thing we hear from people's lips when meeting them for the first time.

But for some reason I don't relate myself very closely with my job these days. Maybe it's because I'm in grad school, so I feel like part-student, part-teacher, and part-crazy person with a lot of books to read.... which isn't so easy to explain when introducing myself.

So when asked to articulate what I do, that answer seems muddled as well. I take grad classes; I teach undergraduate writing courses; I substitute teach on the side, but only if I have the time. Oh, and I cook dinner and manage a home and hang out with my husband and try to make time for girlfriends. And I go to church, and I exercise, and I make a lot of phone calls because I live far away from my family and all my best friends.

But when it comes down to it, who I am is really simple... I am a child of God. And, therefore, what I do is also straightforward... I live a simple life for God's glory {I Timothy 2:2-3}. At any given time this might mean mounds of essays to grade and books to read, date night with my husband, doctor's appointments for the baby growing inside my womb, singing karaoke with girlfriends, or sitting on the couch reading my Bible in the morning. In fact, it probably looks a little bit like this...







...that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way.  
This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior...
|I Timothy 2:2-3|
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