The Trinity is probably one of the hardest things for me to wrap my mind around. Three in one. Three individuals as one individual. Working together. A whole but separate.
I understand God. In my heart, soul and mind, I know His power in my life. I understand Him (as much as my small mind can!). I understand Christ, His sweet sacrifice, His love, His life, His sacrifice. I understand these two well enough, but not perfectly, because I read about them. I hear their voices in my heart. Their stories fill the pages of my Bible. But the Holy Spirit. That's a tough one for me. He seems so separate from the other two, but according to the Bible, He's not separate but very a whole and real part of the other God and Christ. Where does He fit? Why does He seem so apart for me? Why when I pray for God to fill my heart and soul with the things I need do I forget the one who fills my body?
That, my friends, is what I'll be studying in the next few months. I pray my mind can understand and really connect with the third (and equally important) part of the Trinity.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Switching up words
I'm not sure if this is new to you or not but for me, I've heard it either in therapy or running around in my head for the past 2 years...
I'm not a good wife/mom/daughter/girlfriend because I do this and this and this... Because I'm a good wife/mom/daughter/girlfriend, I do this, this, and this.
It's such a hard concept for me to grasp, it dissolves expectations which in turn minimizes disappointments. It also frees me from so many different pressures, pressures I inflict on myself. Pressures no one asks of me.
I'm not a good wife/mom/daughter/girlfriend because I do this and this and this... Because I'm a good wife/mom/daughter/girlfriend, I do this, this, and this.
It's such a hard concept for me to grasp, it dissolves expectations which in turn minimizes disappointments. It also frees me from so many different pressures, pressures I inflict on myself. Pressures no one asks of me.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
I wish I could...
I wish I could ease your heart.
I wish I could take away your fears.
I wish I could tame your anxiety.
I wish I could have the right words.
I wish I could make all the right choices.
I wish I could put him on my lap and rock his worries away.
I wish I could take away your fears.
I wish I could tame your anxiety.
I wish I could have the right words.
I wish I could make all the right choices.
I wish I could put him on my lap and rock his worries away.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
When there's a will...
You have to give me a break. I've had a lot on my mind lately... you know... wedding... moving... summer in general...
The top of my dryer has been loaded with various craft supplies because I've been using them often lately and I've been too lazy to put it all away. So... it was my own fault when I pulled out the lint trap and had a glue stick roll straight down the hole. I didn't panic. Oh no. Not me. I pulled the dryer out, unscrewed the 20 billion screws on the back of the dryer to find out there is NO WAY to get into the lint area from the back... or the front... or the top... Seriously. I couldn't leave the glue stick in there! What if it melted, or caused a fire?
I waited for B to come over later on that day with a metal hanger to try and pull it out. Nope. Not budging. It's the most irritating thing to be able to reach something but not be able to do anything about it! So I look at B with a very determined look on my face. "We're pulling out the dryer and we're going to flip it upside down and hopefully it will roll out." Now B and I have been together for over a year but I still seem to surprise him with my ideas (What? Isn't that the first thing you'd think of???). So I sat myself on the floor and we flipped the dryer on top of my knees. I banged that dryer so hard that all three children looked at me like I'd lost it. I had. I lost that stinkin' glue stick and I was going to get it OUT!
Ok. So the banging and flipping over didn't work. Did I give up? Uh, no. Never! After laying it down and finding various other "treasures", I decide to flip that dryer upside down one more time and... out rolled the glue stick! There were some cheering and hollering (all coming from me only) and a high five (with B who was still wondering what in the world he was getting himself into in just a few short days). Ah... victory was mine!
...there's always a way.
The top of my dryer has been loaded with various craft supplies because I've been using them often lately and I've been too lazy to put it all away. So... it was my own fault when I pulled out the lint trap and had a glue stick roll straight down the hole. I didn't panic. Oh no. Not me. I pulled the dryer out, unscrewed the 20 billion screws on the back of the dryer to find out there is NO WAY to get into the lint area from the back... or the front... or the top... Seriously. I couldn't leave the glue stick in there! What if it melted, or caused a fire?
I waited for B to come over later on that day with a metal hanger to try and pull it out. Nope. Not budging. It's the most irritating thing to be able to reach something but not be able to do anything about it! So I look at B with a very determined look on my face. "We're pulling out the dryer and we're going to flip it upside down and hopefully it will roll out." Now B and I have been together for over a year but I still seem to surprise him with my ideas (What? Isn't that the first thing you'd think of???). So I sat myself on the floor and we flipped the dryer on top of my knees. I banged that dryer so hard that all three children looked at me like I'd lost it. I had. I lost that stinkin' glue stick and I was going to get it OUT!
Ok. So the banging and flipping over didn't work. Did I give up? Uh, no. Never! After laying it down and finding various other "treasures", I decide to flip that dryer upside down one more time and... out rolled the glue stick! There were some cheering and hollering (all coming from me only) and a high five (with B who was still wondering what in the world he was getting himself into in just a few short days). Ah... victory was mine!
...there's always a way.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Your eyes
It would be awesome to see things through your eyes.
To see the world in a different way. To appreciate things differently. To love using a different part of myself. To hear what you hear when I speak. To get a different perspective on life, love and faith. To understand you in a more intimate way. To literally walk a day in your shoes.
Your eyes could open up a whole new world for me. It could open up possibilities. It could shut doors. It could help me love deeper. It could help me grow just as much as it could knock me down.
Things through your eyes could change the way I view you. But it could also change the way I view me.
To see the world in a different way. To appreciate things differently. To love using a different part of myself. To hear what you hear when I speak. To get a different perspective on life, love and faith. To understand you in a more intimate way. To literally walk a day in your shoes.
Your eyes could open up a whole new world for me. It could open up possibilities. It could shut doors. It could help me love deeper. It could help me grow just as much as it could knock me down.
Things through your eyes could change the way I view you. But it could also change the way I view me.
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