Tuesday, March 5
Wednesday, February 27
Chasing After the Wind and Sorts
Hello. For about a week I've been wanting to post something. I guess, I've thought about many things lately (that kind of happens in cycles to me). So, here I am!
Not only have I wanted to simply post something lately, but I've been wanting to post something good, something I'm proud to send out into the world. Something I would like to read if I was coming across this. But, I think that puts a lot of pressure on myself to write something that I consider good, and I don't want to do that.
On Saturday, my younger sister, my cousin, and I went to a movie in Newton. It was cheaper--student discounts, whoo-hoo! Initially, we were going to see "Safe Haven," a Nicholas Sparks-book-movie, you know, cheesy, semi-realistic, but not something that I would have watched on my own. However, my younger sister wanted to watch this zombie movie, "Warm Bodies." I thought that it would be twisted and gory and, again, not something that I would have watched on my own. But, with a series of events, my cousin and I were convinced of watching "Warm Bodies;" 78% of critics liked it, and only 13 % of critics like "Safe Haven." And, we arrived at the movie theater too late to see "Safe Haven." We watched "Warm Bodies."
It was GREAT! It made me feel grateful to be alive, with air in my lungs and a heart beat. I was amazed, so happily surprised, that the movie emphasized the power of love in changing people! Hallelujah! I really like watching the transformation of R with his speech, appearance, and how captivated the zombies were with love, a picture of a couple holding hands. Mmmmm; it was so nice.
I would also say that "Warm Bodies" is a hipster movie, with it's vinyl records, a Polaroid camera, functional clothing choices (with leather boots, of course), and a very dirty, red, zip-up hoody.
It is a great one, though. See it!
I'm confused about a lot of things. I think it may be easier for me to talk about some things instead of writing them down.
Not only have I wanted to simply post something lately, but I've been wanting to post something good, something I'm proud to send out into the world. Something I would like to read if I was coming across this. But, I think that puts a lot of pressure on myself to write something that I consider good, and I don't want to do that.
On Saturday, my younger sister, my cousin, and I went to a movie in Newton. It was cheaper--student discounts, whoo-hoo! Initially, we were going to see "Safe Haven," a Nicholas Sparks-book-movie, you know, cheesy, semi-realistic, but not something that I would have watched on my own. However, my younger sister wanted to watch this zombie movie, "Warm Bodies." I thought that it would be twisted and gory and, again, not something that I would have watched on my own. But, with a series of events, my cousin and I were convinced of watching "Warm Bodies;" 78% of critics liked it, and only 13 % of critics like "Safe Haven." And, we arrived at the movie theater too late to see "Safe Haven." We watched "Warm Bodies."
It was GREAT! It made me feel grateful to be alive, with air in my lungs and a heart beat. I was amazed, so happily surprised, that the movie emphasized the power of love in changing people! Hallelujah! I really like watching the transformation of R with his speech, appearance, and how captivated the zombies were with love, a picture of a couple holding hands. Mmmmm; it was so nice.
I would also say that "Warm Bodies" is a hipster movie, with it's vinyl records, a Polaroid camera, functional clothing choices (with leather boots, of course), and a very dirty, red, zip-up hoody.
It is a great one, though. See it!
I'm confused about a lot of things. I think it may be easier for me to talk about some things instead of writing them down.
Thursday, February 7
Joe
Right now, I'm suffering from a bad relationship with coffee. You'd think that I'm consuming too much of the stuff, a caffeine addiction. But, that's not the problem. I'm actually caught in between really wanting to drink coffee and not wanting to drink it because it'll dehydrate my body. !
It sounds really good, and I want the taste in my mouth, but not at the sake of sucking up all the water in my body. This predicament sounds really weird to me, like I shouldn't worry about it.
I really fear becoming addicted to coffee, but the idea is also kind of attractive to me. I'd be like a beatnik. But then, I wouldn't be able to function without coffee or Mountain Dew, with caffeine. I don't want that; it'd master me. I don't want anything to master me, but the Lord completely.
I'm also really confused about how Christians should behave. With smoking and drinking and swearing and joking and music choices. I want some clarity on this. I think I need to go to Jesus about this.
It sounds really good, and I want the taste in my mouth, but not at the sake of sucking up all the water in my body. This predicament sounds really weird to me, like I shouldn't worry about it.
I really fear becoming addicted to coffee, but the idea is also kind of attractive to me. I'd be like a beatnik. But then, I wouldn't be able to function without coffee or Mountain Dew, with caffeine. I don't want that; it'd master me. I don't want anything to master me, but the Lord completely.
I'm also really confused about how Christians should behave. With smoking and drinking and swearing and joking and music choices. I want some clarity on this. I think I need to go to Jesus about this.
Tuesday, February 5
I'm Currently Reading Romans
It's amazing to me that Paul shared the gospel to the Romans in a letter. Praise be to the Lord!
This will bring you to the letter.
This will bring you to the letter.
Wednesday, January 16
Yo, I gave myself a haircut. Praise the Lord it went well!
After doing a quick search online, I came across a great tutorial for cutting oneself's hair. I had been noticing scraggly ends, and I missed a hairdresser's appointment the week before Christmas, and I like doing things myself, and I feel dumb always asking my hairdresser, Johnna, for a trim. I figured, "I can trim my hair myself!" And, so I did. Once again, praise the Lord it went well!
The tutorial came from a blog/website called "And Then We Saved," about a woman's money-saving journey, complete with projects! I like it so much; I might continue reading it, going online only for her posts. But, this woman (let's call her Woman) found her tutorial on livejournal (http://feyeselftrim.livejournal.com/1827.html#cutid1).
Cutting my hair using this method was slightly difficult, seeing as my hair reaches my shoulders and not my mid-back. But, it was easy enough, and I feel pleased with the result.
Here's a picture of the aftermath:
The tutorial came from a blog/website called "And Then We Saved," about a woman's money-saving journey, complete with projects! I like it so much; I might continue reading it, going online only for her posts. But, this woman (let's call her Woman) found her tutorial on livejournal (http://feyeselftrim.livejournal.com/1827.html#cutid1).
Cutting my hair using this method was slightly difficult, seeing as my hair reaches my shoulders and not my mid-back. But, it was easy enough, and I feel pleased with the result.
Here's a picture of the aftermath:
Monday, January 14
Saturday, December 1
Lawdy
Today, I was thinking about something really interesting. Lately, in the past week or so, I've been feeling influenced on how to be a woman, from YouTube videos and friends from Christian Challenge and my younger sister. I've come to a conclusion, after thinking about all of these things, that being a woman does not mean wearing makeup, being obsessed with men, being ladylike, or even getting rid of leg hair. At the heart of the matter, being a woman isn't all about appearances, but about the heart, the inner self. And, I have heard before that you go to Christ if you want to be a true woman, that in Him you find out/are transformed.
And, honestly, I have some apprehension about that because I know that that means living for Christ, living with Him. I truly desire to live for Him, as a living sacrifice, and be with Him, but that thought scares me because it means giving up control and my will, and my comfort. I kept thinking about the long-term and how I feel now. I understand my desire for Him, and to be a woman completely in Him, but now, when I have to make a choice, my emotions--darn them--don't want this, they don't want to be uncomfortable. I feel frustrated because of my hesitation in this matter, that I think maybe Jesus isn't worth it somehow. But, I know I must make this decision. I have come to Him about this, and chosen to trust Him in this, relying on Him, which I think is a good thing. However, I still feel apprehensive.
Something that's been brought to my attention these past two weeks is that God is more powerful than my emotions and that He has more control than they do. He'll always be more powerful than them, but still, I listen to this sneaky, destructive voice whispering lies into my ear.
But, alas, God is more powerful than that voice, too! But, there's a difference between knowing something to be true and believing it to be true.
I was speaking with my friend last Saturday about Christianity in different cultures. She traveled to Scotland last summer and had gone to church there once. She told me that church in the UK isn't as emotionally-based as it is here in the States. There, the message is spoken ("There it is, that's the truth."), but here, pastors emphasize words and pace and evoke emotion.
While I think that emotion in spiritual matters is great--sometimes--I don't want to put all my eggs in Emotion's basket, of course. It's not practical. I think emotions serve a purpose, but that aren't all that rational and discerning. For example, I desire to make a choice to live in abandonment to God, but my emotions are telling me to do opposite despite the fact that I know Jesus' way is better and more meaningful and satisfying. How do I spin a 180, repent, from here?
I heard once that Jesus didn't let His emotions get the best of Him. Perhaps it's not that He had complete control over them Himself, but I heard that He gave them up to God, in order to glorify Him. Jesus wasn't a stoic guy, He expressed His emotions, but He didn't rely on them to make decisions. He relied on His Father, and was in constant communication with Him. I admire that.
So, now that my thoughts are laid on this page, I'm not quite sure what to do. I should do homework.
Father, lead me.
If you'd like to listen to a song, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCdusougp0o
And, honestly, I have some apprehension about that because I know that that means living for Christ, living with Him. I truly desire to live for Him, as a living sacrifice, and be with Him, but that thought scares me because it means giving up control and my will, and my comfort. I kept thinking about the long-term and how I feel now. I understand my desire for Him, and to be a woman completely in Him, but now, when I have to make a choice, my emotions--darn them--don't want this, they don't want to be uncomfortable. I feel frustrated because of my hesitation in this matter, that I think maybe Jesus isn't worth it somehow. But, I know I must make this decision. I have come to Him about this, and chosen to trust Him in this, relying on Him, which I think is a good thing. However, I still feel apprehensive.
Something that's been brought to my attention these past two weeks is that God is more powerful than my emotions and that He has more control than they do. He'll always be more powerful than them, but still, I listen to this sneaky, destructive voice whispering lies into my ear.
But, alas, God is more powerful than that voice, too! But, there's a difference between knowing something to be true and believing it to be true.
I was speaking with my friend last Saturday about Christianity in different cultures. She traveled to Scotland last summer and had gone to church there once. She told me that church in the UK isn't as emotionally-based as it is here in the States. There, the message is spoken ("There it is, that's the truth."), but here, pastors emphasize words and pace and evoke emotion.
While I think that emotion in spiritual matters is great--sometimes--I don't want to put all my eggs in Emotion's basket, of course. It's not practical. I think emotions serve a purpose, but that aren't all that rational and discerning. For example, I desire to make a choice to live in abandonment to God, but my emotions are telling me to do opposite despite the fact that I know Jesus' way is better and more meaningful and satisfying. How do I spin a 180, repent, from here?
I heard once that Jesus didn't let His emotions get the best of Him. Perhaps it's not that He had complete control over them Himself, but I heard that He gave them up to God, in order to glorify Him. Jesus wasn't a stoic guy, He expressed His emotions, but He didn't rely on them to make decisions. He relied on His Father, and was in constant communication with Him. I admire that.
So, now that my thoughts are laid on this page, I'm not quite sure what to do. I should do homework.
Father, lead me.
If you'd like to listen to a song, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCdusougp0o
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