Sunday, September 12, 2010

Fall Into Autumn

Once upon a time, the leaves began to change. The old wind started to whistle again. Smells of burning wood and marshmallows filled the air. The sound of kids jumping in leaves and parents yelling, "Time to come in," rang throughout the surrounding neighborhoods. Everyone would sit down to dinner... hoping to save room for dessert. Desserts were usually pies, cobblers, or cookies (directly out of the oven). After desert, it was time to put on pajamas, wrap up in a blanket, listen to the fire crackle, and watch the seasonal Charlie Brown.

*If you've read my info, I am a CRAZED Charlie Brown fan! God bless Charles Schulz! If you do not know he is, do not fret! It's not to late! He is the author of Charlie Brown. And if you have never watched Charlie Brown, you should!

After Charlie Brown, it was time for bed... And the next morning, more leaves would cover the ground. Kids would go to school and await the final bell at the end of the day; that special "ding" that meant, school is over, time to play. From carving pumpkins, to carving the turkey at Thanksgiving, the trees grew bare. Coats, scarves, hats, and mittens were brought down out of the attic and placed in the closet, ready to be worn. More time was spent sitting in by a roaring fire than outside in the cool, crisp night air.

Have you ever thought about God as a season? Seasons change, but there is always Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring. God is God no matter how we see Him. He never changes. But how we depend on Him can change like Summer turns to Fall, and Winter turns to Spring.

When I was 5, I accepted Christ into my heart. That was the first year of my life I really understood how important it was to have God. I saw God as my protector. He was there to scare away the "monsters" and help me to sleep good at night.
When I entered middle school, I saw God as my daddy. He was there to hold me and comfort me. I felt as though He had pulled me up in His lap and reminded me that no matter what I went through those years, He was there... holding my hand... and even carrying me through at times.
When I entered high school, I saw God as more of an authority figure. I felt as though He was teaching me, and I had better obey in order to receive all the blessings He had coming my way.
Now, I am in college. I see God as my daddy again. I see Him as my protector. And I continue to see Him as my authority. But I will always find myself depending on Him to play one role more so than the other.
I think that these past few weeks, I've sought Him out more as my daddy. He's always there for me... and He's always listening. When I'm upset, He dries my tears. When I'm happy He rejoices with me. He was God, He is God, and He will always be God... but our relationship changes and grows with the passing of years.

With the coming of every season, my faith is made stronger than before. God is my EVERYTHING and MORE. How much does He mean to you? Where are you in your faith? Can you identify your relationship with God? What role is He playing in your life at this very moment (Protector, Authority Figure, Daddy, etc...)? Now then, after you've thought about these questions, give thanks to God. Praise Him for who He is. Thank Him for the precious life He has given you. And as you sit next to that cozy fire, all wrapped up in a blanket, watching Charlie Brown, remember to count your blessings. Remember who loves you... more than you can fathom.

The Bible says:

"We know there is only one God, the Father, who created everything, and we live for Him. And there is only one Lord, Jesus Christ, through whom God made everything and through whom we have been given life." -1 Corinthians 8:6

"Become complete. Be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you."
-2 Corinthians 13:11

Friday, September 3, 2010

Remembering Memories....

Once upon a time, a young girl named Sara grew up in a cozy little home with her mom, dad, and younger brother. Over the course of 18 years, they owned 5 dogs, 1 cat, 2 tree frogs (until her dad got sick of their late night mating calls), 2 goldfish, 1 aquatic frog, and 2 hamsters. Sara would go home after school, do her homework, and then run out the back door to play make believe games with her younger brother. Then they would come in for a snack... watch T.V and wait for their daddy to come home. Sara's family would all sit down at the table for dinner, and then finish out the night winding down spending time with each other. Most week nights were spent this way. You know that phrase, "Family Time?" And yet as children get older... those times become shortened... maybe not purposefully, but by the time your kids are teenagers, homework time is lengthened, friends are over more, plans are made, and yet it's expected. It's called growing up.

Now, this young girl, Sara... well she's in college now. No more make believe games, snack times, or waiting for daddy to get home. Now her daddy gets to wait for her to come home! Hard to believe... huh? I mean... time... how it passes so quickly.

*If you are lost for some reason and do not realize who this "Sara" person is I am blogging about... well, it is me... Sara... the author of these posts you've been reading :)

Now... MY POINT for this story... LOL

I'd like to use this to recall memories... I love to think back and see what all my brain has stored over the years... don't you? Maybe some of these will trigger some past times you've forgotten about, some memories... some happy thoughts that'll make you smile.


1) When I was a little girl... living in Texas... I use to love spending time with my Mama Carol and Papa Woody! One day my daddy had to go over and fix something in their bathroom, and he took me along. Mama Carol made me some of the best Vegetable Soup in the whole world!

2) When we lived in Massachusetts, I remember many play dates with my best friend at the time, Zack. We usually played House where I was the mom, he was the dad, and Will was our baby lol.

3) When we moved to Georgia... My family and I would go to the retirement home and my dad would play the piano. I would pretend I was a ballerina while my brother would throw parachute guys off the second floor balcony. (Btw... that's also where we met my beloved godparents... who worked there, not lived there lol).

4) And lastly... spending time watching Little Bear, Blues Clues, Puzzle Place, and The Big Comfy Couch while eating Chicken and Stars soup! (Which I still love to do)!

So yay for the memories and the many more to come!

Now where's the Scripture??

"The Lord is good to all, and His mercy is over all that He has made."
-Psalm 145:9

"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands."
-Isaiah 55:12

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Reaching Out To The Lost

Once upon a time, I sat in my room wondering, "Why on earth do people have to be so mean?" It's ridiculous... people living where I am seem to have so much hate in their heart. I don't understand why. And then they take it out on others. But then, it makes sense.... these people don't have Jesus. (Not saying all non believers are haters lol) But as I've found living in the city... there's a lot more people walking around with fear, anger, sadness, guilt, and hate. So much so, that all I have to do is sit here alone, and wait for my door to open. I can almost guarantee that the person who walks in will do one of the following:

A) Begin cussing... (cussing me out... or just to themselves)
B) Start talking with a friend about having a "wonderful" time with the boy/girl friend
C) Taking out all their crap on me or whoever happens to be in this confined space.
D) Flaring his/her attitude

You know... it get's really old. But the thing I find amazing is, God deals with these people everyday. And while I'm sitting here upset and hurt... having trouble loving them, God reminds me that not only does He love each and every one of them, he hurts for them too. God has emotions, He's not some statue in the sky. When His children are hurting, sad, lost, angry, or upset... He cares. So while I sit here holding my blanket (yes I have a blanky... so what lol) wishing I was anywhere but here, God is listening. Not only is He caring for me, but also caring for the people who have hurt me. Whether I want to accept it or not, those who hurt me or my friends are hurting as well. And God is loving them... which seems so hard for us to do sometimes; love those who don't seem to love us back. You know that song Louis Armstrong sings, "What A Wonderful World?" Well, I love that song... only I think Heaven is more fitting to the world he refers too. Because this world surely isn't anything compared to the one he describes it as. Remember when I asked you to join me in praying for the lost? Well readers, this "Wonderful World" is only going to get worse until our Savior returns. And I certainly don't want Jesus to come back tomorrow if I haven't been a light for him today. I don't want to be selfish. I don't want to keep my faith to myself while others are in such need of our Savior. So no matter what these people say or do when they walk in my room, they will feel the presence of God, whether they realize it or not. And although I may feel weak and exhausted from this city mission... I am here with God as my strength, awaiting that "Wonderful World" Louis Armstrong sings about... no Heaven on Earth is not possible. But Heaven is... and with that... whenever you hear that song... think of Heaven... Not this world we're leaving behind.

And the Bible says......

"Then I will give them a heart to know Me, that I am the LORD; and they shall be My people, and I will be their God, for they shall return to Me with their whole heart." -Jeremiah 24:7

"Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there." -Matthew 19:14-15