I'll post more about my ponderings and thoughts about biblical living in regards to the family structure and girls coming home and boys coming home, etc etc... BUT!!!!
The Lord has made me the way I am and has given me the desire to live other places and discover other cultures and people groups and stand for causes. PRAISE THE LORD!!!!
People do NOT control me (but I will honor, respect, submit to those with authority).
Guess what I have decided I am going to be now?
a...SUBMISSIVE HIPPIE!!!
hahahahaha I am the submissive hippie.
What does this entail? I do not know.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Thunderstorms -- Non-metaphorical
No Surprise -- RAIN in Washington!
Wednesday night was the first rainstorm that has occurred since I arrived in the Evergreen State. I love thunder and lightning. The clouds hover so low in the atmosphere, they provide a thick encasing. Their silver hue sounds out the warning, "heavy raindrops are about to fall! I hold great amounts of electricity, watch out!"
The crash of the thunder jolted me from sleep. I wish I had pulled myself out of bed to watch the lightning flash across the night sky. Instead, I rolled over and was lulled back to sleep by the drumming of the raindrops and the rolling growls of thunder.
I have missed these storms. I have missed the thrill of waiting for the lightning to strike, illuminating the dark expanse and then, with eager anticipation, counting the seconds until the thunder responds.
It's been a long time since I have seen lightning come down in jagged-rod formation. When I was about eleven years old, my neighbor friend and I dashed outside of the house as we saw the large drops of rain fall and heard the thunder grumbling. We had to get our bikes from the street to the protection of the porch. As we were pushing our backs back to the house, lightning struck right in front of our path. I don't know if it was an optical illusion or not. Neither of us felt anything nor was a mark left on the ground, but it was a thrill as we dashed back across the grass and got back to the safety of home.
I do remember watching a thunderstorm from a plane. I was heading back with a group of twelve others from Santiago, Chile. We were flying across the middle section of the United States. The lightning rods were amazing as they would suddenly appear and flash within the cloud. I kept marveling at the greatness of the Lord.
I must be a true Washingtonian. I love the rain, the smell, the feel; it makes me want to sing...in the rain.
Wednesday night was the first rainstorm that has occurred since I arrived in the Evergreen State. I love thunder and lightning. The clouds hover so low in the atmosphere, they provide a thick encasing. Their silver hue sounds out the warning, "heavy raindrops are about to fall! I hold great amounts of electricity, watch out!"
The crash of the thunder jolted me from sleep. I wish I had pulled myself out of bed to watch the lightning flash across the night sky. Instead, I rolled over and was lulled back to sleep by the drumming of the raindrops and the rolling growls of thunder.
I have missed these storms. I have missed the thrill of waiting for the lightning to strike, illuminating the dark expanse and then, with eager anticipation, counting the seconds until the thunder responds.
It's been a long time since I have seen lightning come down in jagged-rod formation. When I was about eleven years old, my neighbor friend and I dashed outside of the house as we saw the large drops of rain fall and heard the thunder grumbling. We had to get our bikes from the street to the protection of the porch. As we were pushing our backs back to the house, lightning struck right in front of our path. I don't know if it was an optical illusion or not. Neither of us felt anything nor was a mark left on the ground, but it was a thrill as we dashed back across the grass and got back to the safety of home.
I do remember watching a thunderstorm from a plane. I was heading back with a group of twelve others from Santiago, Chile. We were flying across the middle section of the United States. The lightning rods were amazing as they would suddenly appear and flash within the cloud. I kept marveling at the greatness of the Lord.
I must be a true Washingtonian. I love the rain, the smell, the feel; it makes me want to sing...in the rain.
Chained
It has been a long time since I have been encased in such a heavy burden. (I speak of the debate about the role of family in society. To stay forever or to go out in the world. What do these things mean and what are their consequences?!!)
The Lord’s yolk is light and His burden is easy.
It seems that these rules and regulations that I “must follow” in order to be "truly godly" are just excess baggage. Follow the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and love your neighbor as yourself. Obey Him. Care for widows and orphans. There are no explicit instructions regarding how old you must be before you leave the home or to what degree one is always under the parental authority. I am allowing, but I cannot allow man’s understandings and rules to reign over me. Some will follow Sabbaths and New Moons, some will eat meat and some will not. I will honor and obey my parents. I will be under the authority of my father.
But I will no longer allow myself to be shackled by the rules of others.
They are dragging me down to the depths. Why? Because it takes away all I thought I was going to do and be. Am I then finding my identity and hope in Jesus, or am I finding it in my plans? Am I willing to let go of my plans for Him? I think so. I just watched Amazing Grace and I was re-reminded that I like to fight for causes. I like to protest (although I have never been in one,) but “am I allowed,” according to these new thoughts? Or is that not for a woman? Can I go overseas? Can I be a missionary? Why am I a teacher?
These are all legalistic rules!! I am now chained by them. How can I escape?
How did I so quickly come to be their prisoner?
Choose to Wait Hopefully
I used to think that the primary make-up of this life is held in waiting. Everyone waits. People wait for the next thrill, the next pleasurable event. Christians [should] wait expectantly for the Lord Jesus Christ’s return. We all wait for tomorrow, the next hour; we wait for the shift to come to its desired end. We wait to see what tomorrow brings, what our thirties are like, and the wait to see the truth of the weather forecast. Our attitudes are greatly affected by what we expect, and so, what we are waiting for.
I find, however; that I am half wrong.
I now see that choice is a great color in life’s make-up. Putting aside what “choice” means in regards to the Lord’s will and His predestination of our lives, we have a choice in all things. What we are hopefully waiting for will affect these choices. Sometimes, our choices change our perspective on our wait.
Suddenly I see that choice and hope are the main possessions of humankind.
Dauntingly enough, all mankind stakes their lives on these two elements.
For what have you chosen to wait?
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