Square

These past two weeks I have discovered that I am very naive and have apparently lived a very sheltered life. Some of my assignments for school have left me......well, speechless. Let's start with Physical Science Chapter 1. Before they could get into all the important stuff like the Scientific Method, the Laws of Motion, etc., etc. they devoted 2 whole pages to letting me know just how stupid I am for believing that creationism is the way the world began. The authors of this book do not think that astrology is accurate, but they say, "It does not seem very gracious for contemporary science to dismiss astrology in view of the great debt astronomy owes its practitioners of long ago." But they say, "putting evolution and Intelligent Design on the same footing is absurd because it suggests that they have the same intellectual status." (apparently Charles Darwin was way smarter than God. Who knew? *note sarcasm*) I have just never been exposed to that. In high school (and yes, I went to public school) we learned all about evolution, the big bang theory, etc. but all my teachers included that however it all came to be it was God who made it happen........Then last night I was assigned Aristophanes' Lysistrata. O MY! If you have never read this, DON'T! It is nothing more than a testament that perversion and porn are not new ideas.....they had all that in 400 B.C. too. I admit that I have watched (and enjoyed) far to many movies that I probably wouldn't have watched with my grandmother, much less Jesus, and I have sat through a couple of movies that I KNEW I should have just walked out of no matter how much I had paid for the ticket and popcorn. But Lysistrata was just plain vulgar and I have a hard time believing they actually talked like that during that time period, but maybe they did. I don't really care. Anyway........I know all this is supposed to be making me a well-rounded person, but honestly, I am pretty content just being square.

Identity

We have been searching. Searching for the place where we fit, where we belong. It has been a very, VERY long journey. A journey made by two people......one uncomfortable with change and one slow to change......VERY slow to change. We have searched everywhere, the internet, books, the Bible, the minds of those wiser than ourselves......but most importantly, we have searched our hearts. And we are finding answers to our questions. One of the most important questions we have asked is, "How do we want to be identified?" So I ask myself, how DO I identify myself and just what exactly do I believe to be true? What I found is not just something I believe, it is something I KNOW.....something that will never change no matter what I read, watch, or hear........I am a baptized believer of Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ who was placed in the womb of a virgin by God's own hand, Jesus Christ who spent his life living and teaching who God is and showing us that God is love. God is joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Jesus Christ who died a miserable death that he did not deserve, because he knew that I would deserve it. Jesus Christ that defeated death and sits on the right hand of God today. Alive. Moving. Working. Jesus Christ that is not only my salvation, but my hope and my joy, because with little between he and I, it takes very little to make me happy, but with a lot between he and I, almost nothing can make me happy. Jesus Christ who somedays is proud of me, somedays is frustrated with me, and somedays is dissapointed in me......but ALWAYS loves me. Jesus Christ who is sitting on the edge of his throne waiting for God to say, "GO!" so he can come back to take me home.
That is my identity.......that is what I believe and what I know. Nothing else matters.

The Funk

I am in a funk. I don't know a better word to describe it. It is really nothing new that is happening, just a lot of decisions that have to be made and no answers to make them with. I am hesitant to make a decision because I am afraid I will make the wrong one. I am not big on change.......at all. I am one of those rare people who could vacation in the same place every year and be content. It's not that I can't handle any sort of change......life is constantly changing.....it's just the big stuff that gets to me. And here lately every time I think I have found an answer, the door shuts in my face. So, I am trying to wait patiently for God to open the  door (or window) for me. But, patience is not my greatest virtue either......so for now I will just have to sit impatiently in my funk because what else can I do? While waiting in line at Wal-Greens the other day, I was looking at bracelets they had on display. Each one had a positive message or scripture.....half printed on one side, half on the other. One in particular caught my eye. One side said, "Give your problems to God." The flip side......"and leave them there." O, I see the problem now! I've been giving them to Him daily, that's not the problem.......The problem is that I've just been packing them back up afterwards. I think I am going to have to splurge a little and get that bracelet.

Out with the Old

The new year is definetly one of my favorite times of the year. A time of reflection, examination......and PURGING! O how I love to organize! Really, it just makes me happy to take a huge mess and turn it into a controlled mess....ha. Well, at least that is what I think I have been doing in the past......just moving messes around, making them more compact and contained, but still TO MUCH STUFF! I read an article in the December issue of Good Housekeeping where they interviewed a lady that took a year-long pursuit of organization and wrote a book about the journey (why can't I think of this stuff?). She said something that has changed my perspective on my organizing adventure....."If you make everything special, then nothing is special." Now I am no hoarder by any stretch of the imagination, but I do tend to be a bit sentimental when it comes to the kids art projects and such. But, not this time.....I plan to go through each piece and find the "special". And while I'm at it, I believe I will look around at other parts of my life and do the same. Find those extra special people in my life, and instead of packing them away for another day, I will find a way to let them know just how special they are to me......sooner than later.

A New Year

Well, here I go. I have decided to try my hand at the whole "blog thing." The hardest part so far.....trying to think of a name for my blog. I had several.....some corny, some profound, some simple, but at last I settled for this one. Why? I don't really know except that the song from VBS way back when kept popping into my head...."I'm a promise, I'm a possibility, I'm a promise. With a capital P. I'm just a great big bundle of potenuality. And I'm listening to hear God's word and I'm trying to make the right choice. I'm a promise to be, anything God want's me to be." I looked up potentuality in the dictionary to make sure I was spelling it correctly.....I don't think it is a real word but I did notice the definition of potential. "Possible, but not yet actual; having the capacity to be developed." I think that is pretty much my daily walk in a nut shell. I am possible but not yet actual, but I am being developed daily by the Creator of me, you and the universe! I'm a Promise.....with a capital P.