Thursday, June 30, 2011

Wal-Mart brings out a level of Pride and Prejudice in all of us...

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that if you dare take a trip to Wal-mart at night, you must be in want of an encounter with crazies.

And that's exactly what happened on my last trip there.

I was helping bff Holly get supplies for her job, and picking up some personal stuff too. We get what we need and walk to the front. And here’s something that I know will really shock you... the lines at the check out were INSANE because there wasn't enough open. (I know, utterly shocking!)

So Holly and I get in separate lines next to each other. No one was behind me yet, and I realized my purse was still in the basket with Holly. So I quickly step over to grab it and start to step back into my line. From the opposite direction comes this tall, 20-something boy who’s heading to my line. I wasn’t about to lose my place, and I was closer than him, so it only took a quick step to get there.

Ok. So he arrives maybe a step or so behind me. And what does he do? Tries to fight for that place! (or at least that's what I thought) And how does he do that? BY STANDING NEXT TO ME. Next. Not slightly in front. Not slightly behind (where he should have been) but beside. me. And not at a comfortable space between us…but RIGHT UP NEXT TO ME. Oh it was SO weird. I wouldn’t even look at him cause I was getting really creeped out. So I start to “casually” look at the magazines beside me and kinda subtly step forward. And what does he do? Steps up with me! And he’s still creepy close. In fact…he gets SO close he is LITERALLY touching me! Our shoulder’s kept knocking together! And did he jump away and say excuse me? NO! He leaned against me and stayed where he was! TOUCHING. ME. What is going on? I tried several times to get Holly’s attention but never could. (Although she had apparently been watching and kept thinking “Is he touching her?”)

So at some point I break free and put my stuff up on the conveyor belt and he then steps back behind me. Relief!! But then! Instead of using the little divider to divide our stuff…he puts his stuff NEXT TO MINE...like I'm going to buy his stuff for him because he had apparently confused me with his girlfriend. So of course I find a divider and push his stuff back and place it down between our stuff. I still have yet to look up at him.

AND THEN…he really starts acting weird. Eyeing all the candy and such REALLY close. Like, his face is inches from the candy. AND THEN…I see him grab some tic tacs AND PUT THEM IN HIS POCKET. He stole tic tacs. Right up there in front next to the cashier. At this point I do turn to look at him cause I’m just so shocked and can’t take it anymore. One glance and I suddenly understood…he was not in his right clear-headed mind...this guy was definitely on something. Definitely. I don’t know what, it wasn't alcohol…but he was hanging out and shopping around Wal-Mart in a drug induced state. (hmmm...I'm wondering how much more entertaining Wal-Mart would be if you were the one high...)

Then it’s my turn. So I was trying to figure out a price for a bathmat that didn’t have a price or didn't come up on those price-check things. It wouldn’t come up for the cashier either so she was calling her manager to find out what to do. (I was hoping it was on sale for $5) This guy suddenly gets annoyed WITH ME…and says “Ooohhhhh what? You gotta call someone? Can I just go ahead of her cause I only have like, 2 things and I'm in a hurry?” So at this point, I ever so slightly snap. I turn to him and said, “No. I only have 3 things, she’s already doing what she needs to do, and (in by best mom-voice) you’ll be JUST fine and can stand there and wait.”

The cashier almost laughed out loud. And then quickly scanned my other two things so that the transaction was in progress and Crazy couldn’t keep whining.

The whole 10 minute experience was a little entertainment and a little hell all wrapped up together. I *wanted* to ask him in front of the cashier if he was going to pay for those tic tacs in his pocket…but I chickened out.

Oh! And wanna know what 2 things Druggy McDruggerson was purchasing and in such a hurry about?

A box of fruit roll ups…and a pillow.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Blog Change!

Oohhh...look at me, 2 posts in one day!

Oh, actually, scratch that...I just realized we've reached the wee hours of the next day. Oops...nevermind.

BUT....guess what:

I am my own domain! The address for my blog is now:

www.girlseekstruth.com

No worries...jennpossible.blogspot.com is supposed to automatically redirect you. BUT...it would probably be wise to change the address in any automatic links you may have.

And my blog is currently "in transition"...so who know what or how it's going to look for the next day or so...so please bear with me.

AAAaaaanndd...it looks as if I did lose my blog rolls. (oh the agony!) I HOPE that they will come back...but uuuuuhhhhh...I'm not so sure. I will try to get that back up and going soon, if I can remember them all. The HELPFUL thing would be to leave me a comment to remind me you were on my list (or that you'd like to be on my list)...and the link to it for my easy finding. Just sayin.

Yippee! And now...I must sleep...

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Worthship ........... (part 2)

We were created to worship. And our God is worthy of our worship. This truth doesn’t become any less true, or any more mundane, no matter how long we meditate on that concept, no matter how much we think we grasp it. It only becomes more real. More evident. And it’s a concept that we should let permeate and utterly consume our hearts and minds. 

I remember a phrase that was repeatedly declared during my YWAM Tyler days, “The entire expanse of the universe...fits into the hand of God”. I had heard this concept spoken many times in my life. But during my YWAM days, this truth began to really take root in my Spirit.

To think about this concept for even a second, can mess with your mind. But don’t think about it for just a second. Stop. Meditate on it. Contemplate it. Let it roll around in your mind and just try to grasp this overwhelming, truly awesome notion.

When my friends and I would lie in the field, looking up at the stars of that East Texas sky, I would try to let the concept seep deep into my mind. I would think, “if just the part of the sky I can see right now fits into the palm of God, then I serve a really big, really mighty God.” But that’s just it, what I saw was only the tiniest, of the tiniest, of fraction of sky. While staring up at the atmosphere, I would then try to slowly let it expand in my mind. I would try to imagine the sky over all of Texas. After I'd ponder that for a few moments, I'd then expand the vision in my mind and tried to envision the sky over the South…then over the entire US. I would let each new step settle in my mind and would then move to the next phase...trying to wrap my mind around outer space…around our Solar System…then the Milky Way. And then I would meditate on the fact there are hundreds and thousands of galaxies out there…billions and billions of light years away. The outer space that we've discovered is enough to blow your mind...but imagine what we have yet to discover. I would try to let it all sink in...and then I would try to fathom all that, in it's entirety, far beyond what we could possibly know...fits...into the palm...of the hand...of my Creator. The One who knows me intimately, knows everything about me. My thoughts, my feelings, how many cells make up my body, how many hairs are on my head. The entire universe fits in His hand, yet, He concerns Himself, with me. He thinks about me. He deeply and affectionately loves me.

THAT is an Almighty God. THAT is a God who deserves to be worshipped. He is worthy of us stopping our piddly little days and focusing on Him. Standing in awe of Him. Marveling at the uncreated Creator of the universe.

And I find its one thing to be sitting in church or in my home thinking about this concept…but it’s a whole other thing to walk out at night…gaze up at the sky…and try to wrap my mind around the magnitude of who my God is.

Try it.

I live in the Rocky Mountains, and I can’t go a single day without looking at Pikes Peak, and realizing I serve an amazing, awesome God. But there’s something about the night sky…away from the city lights…gazing at the stars…that arrests my spirit. I’ve stopped many times on my way back to my hometown in West Texas to just stare at the night sky, especially when I’m needing a reminder of just how big my God is, and how my problems or circumstances don’t remotely compare. And the West Texas sky is the greatest place for a refreshing revelation. The barrenness and extreme flatness of the land may not be much to look at during the day, but the vast night sky is absolutely breathtaking. It puts life in perspective, how magnificent God is, and how small I am in comparison. It reminds me where my focus really needs to be. Not on myself, my roller coaster feelings, my stress of whatever problem there may be, my endless set of questions in which I'm awaiting an answer…but on my Mighty, Faithful, Unique, Life-Giving, Awesome, Uncreated God.

And my Spirit rises in worship. Because the Creator is worthy.

He is worthy of my time.

He is worthy of my thoughts.

He is worthy of my focused worship.

Selah.





The heavens proclaim the glory of God.
The skies display his craftsmanship.
Day after day they continue to speak;
night after night they make him known.
They speak without a sound or word;
their voice is never heard.
Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,
and their words to all the world.
Psalm 19:1-4 (NLT)

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Recipe Obsession

Wanna know my newest obsession? It’s a meal I could eat literally morning, noon, and night. It’s completely the fault of my friend Renee’ who first made it for me a couple months ago. And now…now it’s all I want to eat…ever. 
Ok, that may be exaggerated...but it’s not exaggerating to say I could easily eat this 3x a week at least. I know…I’m insane. But I do love all varieties of Asian food and could easily forever live on the Eastern cuisine...so it's not really that much of a stretch.  

But what I telling you is...is that you need to make this. Today. Or, you know, tomorrow, after a quick trip to the grocery store.

 
It's Simple Sesame Noodles from the Pioneer Woman herself. 

The following is all directly from her blog:


Recipe: Simple Sesame Noodles

 

Ingredients

  • 12 ounces, fluid Thin Noodles, Cooked And Drained
  • ¼ cups Soy Sauce
  • 2 Tablespoons Sugar
  • 4 cloves Garlic, Minced
  • 2 Tablespoons Rice Vinegar
  • 3 Tablespoons Pure Sesame Oil
  • ½ teaspoons Hot Chili Oil
  • 4 Tablespoons Canola Oil
  • 4 whole Green Onions, Sliced Thin

Preparation Instructions

Whisk all ingredients (except noodles and green onions) together in a bowl. Taste and adjust ingredients as needed.
Pour sauce over warm noodles and toss to coat.
Sprinkle with green onions and toss.
Serve in a bowl with chopsticks. Yummy!


Here's the direct link to her page if you wanna see her pretty pictures and such: Recipe

My tips: I double, even triple or quadruple sometimes, the chili oil measurements and it’s still barely spicy…in my opinion. 

I like to just use linguini noodles...cause it's easy.

I also do a quick stir fry of chicken and vegetables (broccoli, zucchini, carrots, etc) to add to it. 

Oh! And tonight I actually used olive oil instead of canola oil cause that’s all I had in my cupboards…and it was totally fab.

And I read in the comments over on her page that lots of people add peanut butter to the mix also...and I'm so gonna try that soon too!


EAT THIS! And then come back and thank me later.

Monday, June 6, 2011

I love lamp…and the adventures thereof…

I love all things artsy and most things crafty. I however, am not always the most creative person there is (although I’m intentionally working on this area of my life) but I can usually copy an idea pretty darn well.

So many many moons ago, I came across a super-fantastic-amazing-spectacular lamp that you could make yourself for under $15. It was gigantically fabulous. So I began the search for a paper lantern so I could make this light. I searched everywhere, but couldn’t find what I was looking for…without having to pay a ridiculous amount of money. The original article said she got hers at IKEA…for you know, a dollar or something. So I looked at their site- and found what I thought (mmmm foreshadowing…dun dun duuuuun) was the one…but also saw that they wouldn’t ship it. So a plan began to form in my head.

Thanks to facebook…and many friends traveling from my hometown to the DFW area all the dang time…(I miss taking those trips!) I asked if anyone would be willing to bring back a lantern for me, and then I’d pick it up on my next trip down to Tejas. (so much effort for a $5 light) I had several great friends volunteer…and after some back and forth…a semi-high maintenance plan was in place, with a relay lantern-passing event that should qualify for metals. HUGE shout-out to the spectacular White family. (that's their last name people, I'm not being racist) They were so extremely helpful...even though they probably thought I'd lost my ever-lovin mind.

So, Leslie (who really should start blogging again) was buying it...and at some point passing it to her mom Linda...who was then bringing it back to Lubbock. (I don't think it involved the rest of the family, but who knows)...and then I met up with Linda at church, to pick it up. When she gave it to me I was sooooo confused. Cause this was not, in fact, the gigantic lantern that was in my head. It was a cute, little, average sized one. I didn't let on to my confusion...because I thought maybe Leslie was the one that was crazy, not me...and I was trying to be nice. Plus, in the transport, it had gotten a tear in it. Which, honestly, for what I was planning to do with it wouldn't have been a big deal, I think...but the whole thing was just crazy. I had been SO excited that the plan had come together and I could finally make the lantern of my dreams...and the dream was deflating before my very eyes. (dramatic, much?)

So I went back and looked at the one on IKEA’s website. And realized my highly-anti-number mind struck again. I was the crazy one...not Leslie. It clearly stated it was 45 cm, but what did that translate in my head? 45 inches. Giant. What’s even crazier…is that if I had really thought THAT part through too…would have realized that was way too big...because the original one the project called for was about 23 inches. Oy the insanity of my crazy over-estimating-assumptions-no-concept-of-numbers mind. 


So…I decided I still needed a bigger lamp for my original project...and would maybe practice on this one. Then, while searching for something fun to do with my bar stools (do you see the multiple projects going on in my brain? Oy.)…I came across this picture and was instantly in love…and knew this is what I wanted to do with my highly traveled labor of love lantern.

From Parlour blog


And so…months later, with a free afternoon and high determination to stop putting it off any longer…I turned this small, torn lantern into a gorgeous masterpiece. It did make me slightly lament that I do not own the BBC Pride and Prejudice series to indulge in as I hot-glued away...because that would have been utter perfection....but I did clear out some much needed space on the dvr.

And voila-

The finished masterpiece.



I made my 'ruffles' slightly further apart than the ones I researched online. And the ones online trimmed theirs so that it was all even...but I liked the unevenness of it...I think it makes it look more...fluffy. Then after some slightly more drama in which I will spare you the details…weeks (aka months) later, it’s finally found its home in my now favorite corner of my living room. Along with a lamp I had found at an antique shop and spray painted. (The shade was found out Lowes.) And yes…I have plans for making over that table too…just waiting for the time, $$, and resources to pull it off. But it will also be spectacular.

LOVE love love love LOVE






Lamp before
Lamp after


Lit up! Ah-mazing!!





















It’s only been hanging for a week…but it makes my heart so happy to be able to sit and stare at it…


Also…I have in fact found the lantern needed for my bedroom one…and will let you know as soon as that project is finally finished…or you know…gets started

Also also...Praise GOD Denver's IKEA is opening next month! (July) OoooOOoooOOoohhhh Praise the Lord oh my soul! Who wants to come sleep out with me for the grand opening??????

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Canyon Revelations


I started praying one of those dangerous prayers this week. I asked God to increase the concept of ‘the fear of the Lord’ in my life.

Last time I did that, was in 2001, during my School of Intercession, Worship, and Spiritual Warfare, with YWAM. I was getting ready for the day, innocently blow drying my hair…and began to pray that prayer. An hour later (with many details and concepts leading up to this moment, it wasn’t just my prayer, just creepy coincidental timing)…the entire school was on our face in the classroom…and the presence of God was so strong, and so...ominous…that for the first time I truly understood why that when the Lord, or a Messenger, appeared before the characters in the Bible, they immediately fell to their face and cried out for mercy in fear and trembling. It was an intense moment, (week) to put it mildly. But I was so thankful for the new revelations it brought to my walk.

This week, for many reasons, I felt that same need to ask for another increase. Proverbs says that the beginning of wisdom, and the beginning of knowledge is the Fear of the Lord. And I’m in definite need of more wisdom and knowledge. And I'm in definite need to know God more...in new ways...new intensity...new depths. I've coasted on my current depth for far too long.

As I was praying about this, God reminded me of the first night we arrived at the Grand Canyon.  
(it’s taken me forever to write this, cause I’m pretty sure everyone’s gonna think I’ve lost my ever lovin mind with this correlation)

We first arrived late at night…driving in from Colorado. None of us had any idea what to expect. The fastest way to get to where we were going was driving through the park, itself. So we entered…and started driving the narrow, winding road. Of course, there wasn’t a single light, no street lights, not even moonlight. It was pitch. black. Overwhelmingly so. And not knowing what to expect, it started to kind of freak me out. The concept of the ‘unknown’ started to get to me. I didn’t know how close to the edge we were driving…if it was half a mile, or mere feet. (the pull-over look out points really freaked me out) All I could think about was the massive canyon just beyond our sight and the incredible cliff drop-offs that I had seen in countless pictures. I let my imagination take over for a bit too long. I started thinking…What if I lost control of the car? What if I accidentally swung off the road? What if we dared pulled over to get out and see if we could see anything, and fell off the cliffs into the vast darkness? What if, at any moment, we were suddenly sucked in by some crazy gravitational pull of the Canyon floor? (well aware of my extensive craziness)

I knew my imagination was being ever so slightly dramatic. But even after I pushed away the ludicrous thoughts, and began to enjoy the peaceful darkness around us, this immense fear swept over me. But it wasn’t the normal fear that I'm far to accustomed to...it was a deeply respectful fear. At that moment, even without having yet seen the Canyon in person, I suddenly had a profound respect for it's existence. This feeling was intense and engaging....and......awesome. Knowing that we were safe and secure, within the boundaries we were supposed to be in....but also respecting the fact that craziness on our part, recklessness or neglect, crossing over the boundaries, could in fact lead to our demise.

I actually started thinking...this is what the fear of the Lord should feel like. That intense, overpowering feeling of a respectful, healthy fear of our God. Knowing He created me, knows my inmost being, and loves me with Agape love...but also knowing my life is in His hands, and He could in fact strike me dead for the slightest disobedience. (just ask Ananias and Saphira from Acts 5...a passage we like to quickly skim over)

I wanted to remember that tangible feeling forever as I looked out into the vast darkness around me. 



And now....the rest of my Canyon story...


Raining over the Canyon

Daylight came and I was in absolute awe of the majesty of my God. To look out at the breathtaking views, and think, "He created this. With His hand...or with just His spoken word....for no real reason other than just because, He could.
To sit and realize that He knows every detail of this canyon. He even knows the logistics of how it was formed, when we're only left with guesses and assumptions. Whether it was billions of years, or just a few thousands. Whether it was formed during the beginning of Creation, or during The Flood. Whether it was a result of Pangea...or The Fall...or just because He was in the mood to create it that day.

I could have spent several more days there because I truly wanted to see it from every angle possible. Which, if you know me, is kinda crazy since the Grand Canyon, is in fact outside…and all nature-y and stuff. And you know, I usually do my best to avoid any such moments. 
But suddenly I was hopping up and down rocks and trails…figuring out how to get as close to the edge as possible…crossing broken barrier tapes for better views…standing out in the freezing cold and rain, just because I couldn't stop staring at the formations...
I was a little bit of a maniac.

This was at the bookstore and it made me laugh
because of my *momentary* new-found
love for the outdoors
 


a sign at one of the stops
 I wanted to shout out in worship at the top of my lungs. I wanted to lay on my face at the edge of the Canyon in reverence to the Uncreated Creator. I wanted to spin and dance and sing out loud. I restrained myself from these outward expressions (for better or worse) but my Spirit was alive and loud with feelings of worship. I loved this natural expression of the hand of God...this gorgeous piece of creation that effortlessly points to the Ancient of Days.


I definitely hope to make it back...and see the other sides of this vast Canyon. (especially the part we passed in the dark!)
And I desperately hope God answers the cry of my heart for more of Him.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Twitter + Coffee = Very, very blessed

Tell me you don’t just love the fabulousness of social media? Course…this probably has to do with my extroverted-social lovin-relationship oriented-self…but still. It’s better than pen-pals, I swear. Remember those? Actually- random pre-story: I had a pen-pal when I was in 1st grade with another girl named Jennifer in a nearby town. A year later, we moved to that town…and the summer after 2nd grade while at the local swimming pool…I met a girl named Jennifer. After weeks of hanging out…we finally realized it- WE were each other’s pen pals! My life could be a movie I tell you...this was just the beginning of my crazy interchanging reconnecting world of relationships. I have countless of those stories.

Ok...but now the point of THIS post:


So several weeks ago, while still getting up ridiculously early because I was teaching at church, I was in the midst of my normal morning routine. First things first- making the coffee! The whole day hinges on this important moment. So I made it…and curled up on the couch, looking over my notes and praying for the service. A few minutes later, I noticed the aroma of coffee was NOT filling my home. I was annoyed at myself because I assumed I forgot to turn on the coffee maker. So I got up and made my way to the kitchen…when a horrifying discovery was made. The light was on…but nothing was a-brewing! I clicked the switch back and forth, plugged and unplugged, prayed, and begged God for a resurrection miracle.

Nothing.

Now, I’m not as addicted to coffee as I am addicted to the routine of coffee…especially when something important is happening that day. I like cozying up with a warm cup and a blanket. I love clutching the mug, slowly sipping it as I sort out my thoughts for the day, in the stillness and quietness of the morning.

And as far as I was concerned, this was full on tragedy. I was trying not to let it push me over the edge. (since the stress of the leading the series at church was keeping me pretty close to it) I kept telling myself that silly routines and ‘moments’ didn’t matter. That there were FAR greater issues happening that day that deserved my attention…and that I just needed to let go and move on with the day.

Of course, this wasn’t before screaming out my meltdown on Twitter about what had happened.


Many days pass, and here I was, without a coffee maker…trying to figure out a plan about how to get one. I’m still, highly unfortunately, unemployed…and unemployment barely, but not really, covers my necessary bills…with nothing left over for the frivolousness of new coffee makers. I was trying to figure out what to do…where I could rearrange money options…or debating with myself whether I could justify putting it on a credit card that I’m desperately trying to pay off.

While out and about one day, I was checking Twitter via my cell phone…and accidentally hit the message button. And there it was. A message that had been there for over a week but I hadn’t seen it, an instant reply to my coffee meltdown. (stupid ‘new’ Twitter and their lack of message notification!) It was from a friend of a friend…someone I haven't met yet…but we tweet each other regularly. She told me that she would love to send me her coffee maker- because someone had bought this piece of fabulousness for her as a gift, but she couldn’t make a pot of coffee to save her life!

Long story short…after lots of back and forth and such…this morning the UPS guy knocked on my door…and within 20 minutes I had coffee brewing. Amazing, yummy, fabulous coffee.

*blissful sigh*  Life is good again. I am very blessed. And I can settle back into my comforting routine anytime I feel like it with this crazy amazing, fancy, fabulous gift.


Cheers to the precious giving heart of my Twitter friend! 

And to the amazing thoughtfulness of her friend that was the first to give the gift of this maker...And to our mutual friend that we're connected through...And to the creators of Twitter, who made all this possible.

May the blessing be returned to you, Rhonda, a hundred fold, and hopefully, maybe someday, we can share a cup in person!