Can I say something to young ladies here? I’m trying to pick my words carefully here. Your husband, whoever he is, single ladies, will have an unbelievable amount of influence over your sons and daughters in regards to spiritual things. If you want your children to love Jesus deeply, hold out for a man that is Godly. And let me tell you this: I am well aware that Godly men are rare. Lots of neat Christian boys, not a lot of Godly men. And we’re working our tails off for you to try to develop some into that. But don’t settle, because it’s better that you be lonely now than you be married and lonely later. Are you tracking with me? It is better that you be lonely now than for you to get married to a man that will teach your kids everything but the way of Jesus.
Take Out the Trash
My chore this week for the staff house is taking out the trash. It’s not hard, complicated, any of that. Just remember to take out the trash in the different rooms and put a clean trash bag back in it. I was sitting yesterday, when I was quickly reminded that I had failed to remember to take it out. I looked over and it was full, stuff almost falling out, but not quite, not nice looking in the least. I was struck for a moment by how that can be us. We fill our lives with so much stuff, stuff that doesn’t matter and doesn’t build our lives or others any closer to Christ. He takes out our trash and leaves it where it belongs: outside, in the dumpster to be dealt with. He dealt with our sin. He dealt with the cost. He cleaned us and made us new. What right do we have to go to the trash, dig through it, and bring it back to God, as if He has no idea what that piece of trash could be. Take out the trash and leave it there.
Ordinary life. Or lack thereof
- Me: Mel I've lost my life. Could you possibly have seen it? It used to be energetic, clean, organized, planned, and somewhat pretty. I can't say that it looks the same now, but if found on the side of the road it would still look somewhat clean.
- Mel: Yours looks much better than mine. Mine is streaking down the road somewhere, unbathed, most likely begging strangers for food.
best.movie.ever.
I am...Untitled.: If Grace Were a Place. →
If grace were a place
It’d be in your arms
If love had a face
It’d have your smile
My place of escape
A warm embrace
Right hereIf grace were a place
It’d be in your hands
If love had a face
It’d have your eyes
My place of rest
A redemptions breath
Right away
Contentmentis what I was…
I miss my friends. alot. Being home is hard. I’m up to season 6 of Grey’s Anatomy. T-Minus 13 days until I leave for Myrtle Beach for the Summer. That’s my life, in a nutshell right now.
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