Thursday, May 31, 2012
iLife
Iphone, Ipad, Itouch, Ipod, I.I.I.I.I.
The world in which I live in today tells me that everything should be all about me. The shirt on my very back today, in little writing by the tag says, "My Life. My World. My Decree." Everywhere I go I am bombarded by this thought that it's about me. Even this blog...well...it's about me and my life and my thoughts.
Technology has now provided us with plenty of forums to make things about us. Twitter, Blogs, Pinterest, Facebook, all allow the user to glamourize themselves. Facebook, for example, is a community where we can put up the pictures that we want people to see us as, the good ones. Not the ones where our gut is hanging over our jeans or our zit looks huge from that angle, but the ones that have been shaded over by photoshop or the one that was taken 1200 times before it finally looked right. We can 'Like' the statuses and photos of the people we want to be associated with or we can not 'Like' the statuses or photos of people we are jealous of, envious of, find annoying, appalling, whatever it may be, it's our world and we can document it however we want. Accepting the "friends" we want, blocking the ones we don't want, 'checking in' to whatever cool restaurant we are at with whatever cool people.
We live in a society where we have the ability to present to the world a flawless picture of our lives. We can talk about how amazing our friends and family are so everyone can ooh and aww, while in real life, we are constantly tearing them down, ignoring them, rejecting them. We are learning how to ride on the accolades of others by putting on a show, a false reality. While leaving little concern about our actions in the real world.
Don't get me wrong. There are plenty of great things Facebook and other social networking sites can do. I am friends with people now, that I would have never been friends with had it not been for Facebook. I can put up pictures of Jace so that my family over in India can see him growing day by day instead of developing and mailing pictures to the hundreds of people over there. I've found great recipes on Pinterest. Blogging is my own little outlet. I like writing. And it's cool to look back on and see lessons I've learned along the way or seasons of life I've passed through. But also, it's all just fun. Pictures are fun. Leaving comments for your friends is fun.
But if you stop to think about it, how else is this all being used? To bring glory to our own lives? To, in a way, manufacture ourselves as Facebook "celebrities", with the perfect kids, perfect jobs, perfect friends, perfect families, perfect bodies? We are looking to portray our own strengths. To keep things in our control so we can show the world what we want them to see. And what exactly are we showing the world? That we are living lives that are unattainable?
Romans 12: 2 in the Message says "Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. ... Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you."
How easy has it become to fall into our culture. To use social platforms for our own social gain? To get obsessed and fixate on ourselves rather than maybe using these social outlets for HIS glory. Whatever happened to Him being strong in our weakness? Or us being perfected by His blood...not by an Instagram filter.
Matthew 10:39 says, "If your first concern is to look after yourself, you'll never find yourself. But if you forget about yourself and look to me, you'll find both yourself and me."
If we want Him to be the leader in our lives we need to stop being so concerned with our own image. We are more apt to following the sneaky schemes some marketing executives thought up in some board room, instead of listening and following a Perfect, Holy, King who decided to walk in our dirt and speak Life into us. Life that is made perfect by His perfection. Not our own.
1st Mother's Day
My first REAL Mother's Day was so amazing. I still remember last year when I wrote this post, before I even knew Jace's name or gender. This year, he was mine. In my arms to love and cuddle and it was so perfect.
Jace was dedicated at church that morning and we were able to publicly express that we intend to raise Jace up to know the Lord. It gives me goosebumps all over. I was in a pool of thankfulness to have so many people there who supported him and us.
Owen also suprised me with this beautiful table that I love oh so much! I married the best of them. Really.
We then had our whole family over for a Mother's Day BBQ. The sun was shining, the company was wonderful, the food was delicious and said table was filled to capacity.
I'll never forget my first Mother's Day. I can never get enough of the boy who made me a mama.
Jace was dedicated at church that morning and we were able to publicly express that we intend to raise Jace up to know the Lord. It gives me goosebumps all over. I was in a pool of thankfulness to have so many people there who supported him and us.
Owen also suprised me with this beautiful table that I love oh so much! I married the best of them. Really.
We then had our whole family over for a Mother's Day BBQ. The sun was shining, the company was wonderful, the food was delicious and said table was filled to capacity.
I'll never forget my first Mother's Day. I can never get enough of the boy who made me a mama.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Daydreaming
I woke up this morning with a sharp pain in my chest. I could hardly catch my breath. A heart attack at the ripe old age of 27?
Nope.
I have a lot of hearts. One morphed into a little ball of Jace. One I gave to Owen. One is still in my chest. But there is one that I buried. In a far off land. Somewhere over in Europe.
The heart of my youth stays contained over there. Not sure if I just left in London, or if I took it with me and scattered it around Spain, Italy, and France. Not Amsterdam though. That was a mess.
Before I got married I had the amazing opportunity to do an internship in London with my bestfriend. We then got to travel and it quickly became my favorite thing to do. Ever. I loved meeting new people, embracing new cultures, seeing how much more amazing life was outside of the 4 walls of the U.S. I loved how after work, people didn't just go home and huddle in their houses. Rain or shine the restaurants spilled over into sidwalks as coworkers, friends, and strangers carried on over drinks and food. The lifestyle was a constant party, them Europeans know how to celebrate a Monday.
It was magical. Those 4 months. Pure magic. Every corner I turned was the possibility of meeting my future husband, included with thick English (Posh) accent. Every night produced unforgettable memories and friends. Every site left me breathless and wanting to pause life for an eternity. And I knew that when my 4 months were over, I either needed to permanently move to Europe, find a job, settle down and make it home. OR, I was going to make it my life's goal to get out of America at least once a year.
Well, that happened. For like 4 years. Until the year I got married. And we went to Hawaii for our Honeymoon. Hawaii. The 50th state. Almost made it.
8 months later. I was pregnant.
And then. I watched my dreams turn into the faintest light. Until I could barely see them anymore. And 9 months later, all my dreams turned into one... Jace Michael. He is my dream. Every time I look at him I see hope and a future. He has been my dream since I was a little girl.
But today. I feel like I'm undergoing some type of heart surgery. That the Lord is doing CPR on my other dreams and giving them back to me. I might not know exactly what that looks like, and it certainly won't be turning corners hoping some thick accented English man will sweep me off my feet. But maybe it will include the amazing, adventurous man I was blessed with and our child who is the happiest, easiest going baby. Maybe God blessed me with these two to be my very own travelling companions, ready to eat up the world with me. To serve, to love, to explore, to learn.
I have no idea. These thoughts are as fresh as they were pounded out on the keyboard.
But I must say, today feels new. It feels refreshing.
Sometimes it's worth it.
To get lost in your daydreams.
Nope.
I have a lot of hearts. One morphed into a little ball of Jace. One I gave to Owen. One is still in my chest. But there is one that I buried. In a far off land. Somewhere over in Europe.
The heart of my youth stays contained over there. Not sure if I just left in London, or if I took it with me and scattered it around Spain, Italy, and France. Not Amsterdam though. That was a mess.
Before I got married I had the amazing opportunity to do an internship in London with my bestfriend. We then got to travel and it quickly became my favorite thing to do. Ever. I loved meeting new people, embracing new cultures, seeing how much more amazing life was outside of the 4 walls of the U.S. I loved how after work, people didn't just go home and huddle in their houses. Rain or shine the restaurants spilled over into sidwalks as coworkers, friends, and strangers carried on over drinks and food. The lifestyle was a constant party, them Europeans know how to celebrate a Monday.
It was magical. Those 4 months. Pure magic. Every corner I turned was the possibility of meeting my future husband, included with thick English (Posh) accent. Every night produced unforgettable memories and friends. Every site left me breathless and wanting to pause life for an eternity. And I knew that when my 4 months were over, I either needed to permanently move to Europe, find a job, settle down and make it home. OR, I was going to make it my life's goal to get out of America at least once a year.
Well, that happened. For like 4 years. Until the year I got married. And we went to Hawaii for our Honeymoon. Hawaii. The 50th state. Almost made it.
8 months later. I was pregnant.
And then. I watched my dreams turn into the faintest light. Until I could barely see them anymore. And 9 months later, all my dreams turned into one... Jace Michael. He is my dream. Every time I look at him I see hope and a future. He has been my dream since I was a little girl.
But today. I feel like I'm undergoing some type of heart surgery. That the Lord is doing CPR on my other dreams and giving them back to me. I might not know exactly what that looks like, and it certainly won't be turning corners hoping some thick accented English man will sweep me off my feet. But maybe it will include the amazing, adventurous man I was blessed with and our child who is the happiest, easiest going baby. Maybe God blessed me with these two to be my very own travelling companions, ready to eat up the world with me. To serve, to love, to explore, to learn.
I have no idea. These thoughts are as fresh as they were pounded out on the keyboard.
But I must say, today feels new. It feels refreshing.
Sometimes it's worth it.
To get lost in your daydreams.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Little Life Lessons
Matthew 7:9-11 “Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10 Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11 If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!"
When you hang around an infant all day, the Lord finds creative ways to speak to you. It's been interesting around our house lately, ever since Jace's acid reflux went away, he no longer cries when we try to feed him, but he now cries right before we feed him. The second he sees his bottle he is a HOT MESS because he absolutely has to have it RIGHT. NOW.
The walk from the kitchen, where the bottle is warmed, to the bedroom where he drinks his bottle, is probably about a 20 second walk. But for Jace, it's an eternity. There is always a mini freak out session involved.
I've never withheld his bottle from him. Every time I've warmed up his bottle I have ALWAYS given it to him. 10 out of 10 times he has been given his bottle to drink after it has been warmed up, and yet still, something in him panics...does he REALLY think I won't give it to him? Have I ever done anything to make him not trust me?
I was thinking about this the other day when Matthew 7:9 came to me. I love Jace so much I would never withhold good from him. I will never let him go hungry. I will never warm up the bottle and not give it to him. The ESV commentary on Matthew 7:9-11 says "Earthly parents have an innate impulse to do what is best for their children, yet they are flawed...and the quality of their parenting does not match God's."
How many times have i panicked? Have I really truly believed that God didn't have my best interest at heart. That He wasn't going to give me His absolute best? Even when He has never, not once let me down.
If God loves me more than I love Jace, then I can trust Him. There is no reason to panic. He has never warmed up the bottle only to keep it from me. The walk from the kitchen to the bedroom might sometimes feel like an eternity, but He has always pulled through with His very best. 10 out of 10 times.
When you hang around an infant all day, the Lord finds creative ways to speak to you. It's been interesting around our house lately, ever since Jace's acid reflux went away, he no longer cries when we try to feed him, but he now cries right before we feed him. The second he sees his bottle he is a HOT MESS because he absolutely has to have it RIGHT. NOW.
The walk from the kitchen, where the bottle is warmed, to the bedroom where he drinks his bottle, is probably about a 20 second walk. But for Jace, it's an eternity. There is always a mini freak out session involved.
I've never withheld his bottle from him. Every time I've warmed up his bottle I have ALWAYS given it to him. 10 out of 10 times he has been given his bottle to drink after it has been warmed up, and yet still, something in him panics...does he REALLY think I won't give it to him? Have I ever done anything to make him not trust me?
I was thinking about this the other day when Matthew 7:9 came to me. I love Jace so much I would never withhold good from him. I will never let him go hungry. I will never warm up the bottle and not give it to him. The ESV commentary on Matthew 7:9-11 says "Earthly parents have an innate impulse to do what is best for their children, yet they are flawed...and the quality of their parenting does not match God's."
How many times have i panicked? Have I really truly believed that God didn't have my best interest at heart. That He wasn't going to give me His absolute best? Even when He has never, not once let me down.
If God loves me more than I love Jace, then I can trust Him. There is no reason to panic. He has never warmed up the bottle only to keep it from me. The walk from the kitchen to the bedroom might sometimes feel like an eternity, but He has always pulled through with His very best. 10 out of 10 times.
Pre-bottle face |
Post-bottle face |
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