David

Once upon a time in college, I spent a great deal of time wrestling with the Breaking Free study by Beth Moore.  I literally carried the workbook around for over year and to multiple countries.  I got sand from the beach of the Baltic Sea in it.  I spilled coffee on it at my apartment.  I tore pages out of it in Guatemala.  I literally soaked it in water after a bottle broke in my backpack at Dayspring and then hung it out to dry until the pages were curled and yellow.  It’s a pathetic, well-loved little workbook now.  I look back on the study of Isaiah 61 with some blended sense of humility, accomplishment, and gushy-ness.  Gushy-ness = I love it so much I’d grab it and run if our house was on fire.  In seriousness the process of studying Isaiah 61 hurled me into a world of studying the scripture in a way I’d never experienced before.  I felt compelled by it.  It was the first time that I really dealt with the concept of freedom in Christ.  And by dealt, I mean wrestled, spilled, carried, tore, and soaked (see above).  I walked away from that study changed forever.  I realize that is a drastic thing to say, but its true.  I’ve never looked at my faith the same way I did before I read "He sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives."  

Right now, I’m smack in the middle of a study about the life of David.  I’ll be honest and say that I’ve been moving rather slowly through this study.  Some of that is due to laziness and some of it due to not wanting it to end.  A strange combination, I know.  So far in the study, David has gone from a poor shepherd boy, to an army leader, to a man desperately on the run for his life, to the King of Israel with a promise that his kingdom will endure forever.  

And it’s only half over.

Why I’m writing about this, I really don’t know.  I finished a lesson tonight and sat reveling in the parallels of this time in my life to the time in my life a few years ago when I was drudging through Breaking Free.  It was a time typified by me being desperate before God for clarity about where my life was headed and God slowly, painstakingly showing me how good He is.  In that particular season of my life, the goodness was most obvious in how He brought me to Dustin.  Now I’m finding myself in a similar place, but it’s different because I can never go back to not knowing the goodness of God.  Sure, I can always stand to learn more about it, but what I mean is I can walk through the journey of uncertainty with hopefully a tad more grace than before because I know the other side of this is better than what I could ever imagine for myself.  I know that God’s gifts put my best dreams to shame.  I also know that this season, while slow-moving or unexpected at times, will be marked in my mind the way my Breaking Free season is.  I’ll never be able to go back to the way I was before and that’s okay.  Beth talks a lot about how David was unwilling to turn from God, even when he felt negative emotions.  She notes he used these to seek more insight into the heart of God.  I want to be like that.  I want to be like that so much.  

"We often want to be called of God, then ushered painlessly into a position of service and honor, miraculously possessing the character our callings require.  God doesn’t work that way.  Our appointments are not about glamour.  They’re about glory.  God’s glory…Sometimes we stand to learn the most about God from the situations we understand the least."  - Beth Moore

Dad

I’m thankful every day for this man.  He is my loving and goofy father. He drinks coffee in his multi-colored robe while reading the Bible every morning, loves my Mom devotedly, and has friends in Tanzania because of his faithfulness to the gospel.

Being his daughter is one of the best and easiest things I do.  

entry way remodel

Behold our first attempt at home improvement.  Or at least the first attempt that involves more than me schlepping furniture around the living room while D is out of town.  We got the itch to do something a few months ago and I had always admired white-washed entry ways via Pinterest.  There are a lot of all-white things that I admire, but few that I think would go well with the beige vibe that came with our house.  Essentially, it was easier to convince D to let me paint the entry way white than to paint all our naturally stained kitchen cabinets.  

Also, let’s chat about how much I adore wainscoting.  Exhibit A. We spent some time perusing a few home improvement blogs and landed on a style that we both felt was sufficiently challenging, but not overly ambitious.  Not to sell ourselves short, but I think we were both a little surprised at how well it turned out.  It’s especially perfect if you squint slightly while standing at least six feet away…  

points-only NYC

A few months ago, D and I decided we wanted to use some of our Southwest points for a little weekend adventure.  We spent a few weeks trying to entice friends to go with us and thankfully John and Emily decided they could join us.  The icing on that cake is that John had enough hotel points from his auditing days for us to stay for free and D had enough leftover Southwest points for all four of us to fly for free.  It was the ultimate good deal.

We spent most of our whirlwind weekend wandering the city and eating good food.  My kind of trip.  Now that I’ve been to London and Paris, I think I can say with confidence that there really is no place like New York City.  It’s crowded, loud, dirty, but most of all it’s just impressive.  I think my favorite parts were the simple parts.   Wandering in the Flatiron District, stumbling onto FishsEddy, and then discovering Maysville, this southern-inspired restaurant/grill where we spent half the evening telling our waiter about our friend Russ from Alabama.  Apparently Russ is our only point of reference for the entire southern United States.  

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I’m so thankful we took this trip mostly because it meant spending the weekend with John and Emily.  I think we all felt a bit spontaneous about the whole thing and we did a lot of laughing.  I’ve added some of our instagrams.  It was just too difficult to carry around the big camera, but I will give D credit for the picture of the Rockefellar Christmas tree.  What can I say, the man has an eye for things.  

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#ardmore 2012

Last weekend we (with Russ & Amy Ann) continued the tradition of spending a weekend in the lovely town of Ardmore, Oklahoma to visit our friends, Chris & Amy.  Now that we’ve been doing this for a few years, we’ve perfected the art of invading their home, putting our feet on their tables, and making palettes on their floor to watch football in our sweats.  This time we even brought our sloppy dog along.  

It brings me a lot of joy to be in the same room with my two best friends from college.  Even more joy when our sweet husbands don’t bat an eye when we leave them at the house to get coffee and “talk about them.”  We talk about funny things and serious things, but mostly we get to encourage each other and be challenged by each other.  I can’t adequately express how thankful I am for these women.  They make me love Jesus more and that’s pretty much as good it gets.