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shialabeowulf:

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unkaglen:

Anonymous asked: I’m struggling with letting go and letting God. For instance, I can’t seem to let God handle my love life. I currently love a guy (with godly intentions), and I’m scared that if I give this area to God, He won’t give me the guy I love as my husband. I’ve tried SO hard to let God handle it, but I’m still holding on.

Unka Glen answered: Your question reminded me of an old sermon example that I’ve used before, but it bears repeating…

A father loves his little girl, so he gives her a plastic toy necklace made to look like a string of pearls. Just something cute, no biggie. But the girl freaks out, she puts on her plastic necklace and refuses to take it off. She wears it to bed, she bathes in it, it never leaves her neck. Soon it starts to get all gross and her neck is turning green, and things are getting out of hand.

So moved is the father, that he decides to give the daughter a real pearl necklace. So he finds his daughter, and he holds the real pearls in his hand behind his back, telling his daughter that he has a surprise for her, then he holds out his other hand, and he asks his daughter to take off her favorite necklace and give it to him.

The daughter runs away crying! How could my father ask me to give up this thing I love so much. If he knew me, and understood this situation, he would never ask me to surrender the one thing I care about most. But she knows she can’t hide forever, so she gathers up her courage, and with tears in her eyes, she hands the father the old cheap plastic necklace. Only then does she see what the father has in store.

On surrendering, it’s not about what you’re giving up, it’s about the real and authentic and much more valuable thing you’re receiving. It’s about asking God to take away something you want, to make room for the thing that He wants for you. This is a prayer He will honor, and that you won’t regret.

solideogloriaa:

Some of you have been lied to. You have been told that Jesus never said he was God. Some of you have been wrongly told that Jesus did not consider himself to be God, that this was a myth, a legend, a fable, a folklore that was uttered long after his departure from this earth, that over the course of generations, his followers built this mythical, fanciful story that Jesus Christ was God. Friends, that is not true. The reason we believe that Jesus Christ is the only God is because Jesus Christ repeatedly, emphatically, unapologetically, openly, publicly declared himself to be God. Jesus Christ is God! Jesus Christ is the only God! And by the grace of God, Jesus Christ is our God.

Buddha never said he was God. Krishna never said he was God. Confucius never said he was God. Muhammad never said he was God. No other major religious founder has ever made this claim. Jesus stands alone.

And friends, this statement, this truth claim, it is true or it is false. And if it is false, Jesus is the most damnable liar in the history of the world. He’s telling us to pray to him, to confess sin to him, to trust him, to follow him, to give our lives to him, to give our dollars to him, to give our deeds to him, to give our days to him. And if he is not God, then he is the most despicable, damnable man who has lived on the face of the earth.

But if he tells the truth, he is God. Jesus is Lord.

- Mark Driscoll, Mars Hill Easter Service at Qwest Field

(Source: hislivingpoetry)

Since I never keep these anyway I figured I would make a resolution I don’t expect to be kept, but hope would happen anyway.

To find a man I can marry.  :)

Yesterday’s weight was 234.  Started a 2 week juice fast (blogged about on my other blog) to help kick start the new year but lots of running and working ahead to lose the weight.  But I’m excited for 2012 and where it’s gonna take me. :)

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hbrewer:

I used to wish I could run away with the circus.  When I was younger, I remember being aware that I didn’t really fit in with anyone I knew – including my family.  I wanted so much to find a place I belonged… a place where I was special, and had ‘something’ I could do that was amazing – like flipping around on a trapeze or walking a tightrope.

But I lived in a small town.  And I had an ultraconservative family that went after anything they thought was ‘weird’ or ‘different’ with the same ferocity that sharks respond to blood in the water.  So it was clear: there were neither pink feather head-dresses nor spinning on a trapeze in my future.

No, instead, my life consisted of activities from a small, family-sanctioned list.  And I was expected to be hardcore about those activities.  What was on the list, you ask?  That would be martial arts (which I started at 8 years old – I’m a second degree black-belt today), studying hard (I speak four languages), intensive physical fitness training…  Heck, even ‘playing’ only applied to certain activities – 5-mile runs, water skiing, wakeboarding.  And while I had to be hardcore, I couldn’t be happy.   If you had too much fun, you were certain to be made fun of. Because displaying joy and happiness is weakness, right? (NOT!)

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