Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving Dis-adventures

I saw some sad updates earlier from Leslie about how she’s sick today…and I thought about how horrible it would be to be sick over the Thanksgiving holidays…and then I was quickly reminded of some of my more adventurous Thanksgiving highlights of my past…and thought I’d share a few just for funsies… (fyi-these are some of the MOST major events that have happened in my entire life-and I find it bizarro that it all happens to be this time of year...the only one NOT over T-day was dislocating my knee...and that was actually over Christmas....weirdy!)

1993: Was spent pouting. I had just had reconstructive surgery on my jaw a few weeks before and my mouth was wired shut. My family attempted to make things better, with turkey soup, and REALLY soupy mashed potatoes and gravy that I could attempt to suck off a spoon. (course, only while sitting alone- I’d never do that in front of people!) I really thought I’d be ok with the whole thing until I got there, and saw all the amazingness on the table…and instead just cried and sat by myself cause I couldn’t partake of any of the scrumptousness.

1992: Was spent pretty much sleeping. I had just come down with Mono. So I pretty much didn’t care about anything except being curled up in my bed for weeks on end. Plus, having a hypochondriac-nurse for a mother can sometimes be a little much…because she was convinced I could rupture my spleen at any given moment if I was too active. And by too active, I mean sitting on a couch talking to friends on the phone…or walking to the kitchen to get a drink…or laughing…or sneezing…or…..

1990: Was spent in the hospital. Why? Because the excitement of being out of school for the T-day break on Wednesday was just too much too handle. My sister and I were skateboarding in the house…Yes, that’s And being the bratty little sister she was, ;-) she pushed me…and I flew back in a half twist triple loop double axle move…while hitting the doorway 2x…and then ending up in the next room…with a broken left ankle. The breaks went halfway through the growth plate and then another one came up in a spiral. (I have to do everything with flair) They needed to do surgery, but of course no one cared about me when it was the evening before Thanksgiving…and they CERTAINLY weren’t going to come in ON Turkey-day….so I just sat in the hospital in a sad little splint with my ankle not attached trying desperately not to move and begging for more drugs....turkey was DEFINITLY not on the brain...

Hmmmmm…so far so good for this year I think. Prayfully, no ambulances will need to be called....

(And I hope you are feeling better REALLY SOON Leslie!!!)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

What do you choose?

K, so here’s the deal…

In an attempt to make shorter posts…cause I’m always so worried I lose people with my blah blah blah...I left out *THE* most important point in my previous post about Truth. It hit me last night and it has consumed me ever since…so I had to come declare it now.

The absolute key in searching out the Truth…is that you must CHOOSE. TO. LOVE. IT.

2 Thessalonians 2:9-10 says “The coming of the lawless one is according to the working of Satan, with all power, signs, and lying wonders, and with all unrighteous deception among those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth, that they might be saved.”

You can search all the ding dang long day for Truth. But unless you choose to LOVE it…and thereby accepting it, it won’t matter.

Example: You can KNOW the truth that you are fearfully and wonderfully created in the image of God…but if you don’t LOVE that truth- then you’re going to struggle with self-esteem issues and “personality traits” that don’t line up with the Word of God. But if you CHOOSE to love the truth of that statement…then you’ll know and believe that the characteristics of God belong to you and are your characteristics. Therefore- if God is patient, then I am patient. If God is slow-to-anger, then I am slow-to anger. If God is creative, I am creative. If God cares about the details, then I care about the details. (ha! I have to choose to love the truth of that last statement a LOT-that’s why I threw it in!)

Sooooo, my dear friends…that’s all I needed to say for now. I just had to scream out the importance of choosing to love the Truth as you search for it.