Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Why Do We Not Get It?
Father. Abba. Holy One. Sustainer. Hero. Alpha. Omega. Daddy.
Lord I come to You with tears beconing and a broken heart because we have missed the point.
Father, why do we stumble through life "trying" to reach the lost and live a "christian" life but we miss the point.
You have told us to "Go and make disciples" but we all too often tend to go and make other frustrated and ill with our cruel words and belittling pointing of fingers. Lord, I know that this is not what You want from Your Church. I am convicted because I have done the things that I am speaking of all too often and my heart is aching because I have my fair share of trashing Your name.
Lord, what is it going to take for us to understand what christianity really looks like? A simple slap on the wrist obviously doesn't help. Our convictions are pushed to the side and Your Word put on the shelf as decoration. Its like we don't even care. Lord. And we don't.
I am so burdened by this that I am sick. Father I can't imagine what You are thinking when You see us picking and choosing who we think You want to love. Who we want to love. Thats foolish and rediculous. And I am so sorry.
Help us Daddy. Help us see your heart and break my heart for what breaks yours. Even if I am the cause, show me Lord where I am wrong.
With all my heart and soul and mistakes and sins I come to you Lord.
Whitney
Lord I come to You with tears beconing and a broken heart because we have missed the point.
Father, why do we stumble through life "trying" to reach the lost and live a "christian" life but we miss the point.
You have told us to "Go and make disciples" but we all too often tend to go and make other frustrated and ill with our cruel words and belittling pointing of fingers. Lord, I know that this is not what You want from Your Church. I am convicted because I have done the things that I am speaking of all too often and my heart is aching because I have my fair share of trashing Your name.
Lord, what is it going to take for us to understand what christianity really looks like? A simple slap on the wrist obviously doesn't help. Our convictions are pushed to the side and Your Word put on the shelf as decoration. Its like we don't even care. Lord. And we don't.
I am so burdened by this that I am sick. Father I can't imagine what You are thinking when You see us picking and choosing who we think You want to love. Who we want to love. Thats foolish and rediculous. And I am so sorry.
Help us Daddy. Help us see your heart and break my heart for what breaks yours. Even if I am the cause, show me Lord where I am wrong.
With all my heart and soul and mistakes and sins I come to you Lord.
Whitney
Saturday, February 14, 2009
V-day.
The V stands for VALIENT.
Thats right. This Valentines weekend we took the kids to Memphis (see that post down there) and it didn't go as planned. Our kids slept through service and just broke our hearts. They didn't care about what God was or could be doing.
But that didn't stop God from moving. He took a hold of my heart and refused to let go. And I certainly didn't want Him to.
As Francis Chan spoke, I was awe struck at how beautiful and glorious our God it. He spoke from Revelation 4 where God is described and for the first time ever I got a mental image that broke the mold.
Diamond and Rubys. Thumder and Lightning. Fire. 4 angels screaming His praises.
Thats now how I see my Lord.
And in the midst of all of that, I could really picture the sacrifice that was made just for me.
For Jesus to leave the throne in all this majesty to come and DIE for me. Words can't describe.
So valient is what the V stands for. Heroic. My savior is mighty to save and thats just what He did. What a love.
As couples go out tonight and focus on each other I just want to bask in the arms of the Prince who will never forsake me. May I be the bride that He longs for. He can have anyone but I want Him to want me.
And He does.
Thats what the V stands for. Valient. He is my hero today, tomorrow, forever.
Thats right. This Valentines weekend we took the kids to Memphis (see that post down there) and it didn't go as planned. Our kids slept through service and just broke our hearts. They didn't care about what God was or could be doing.
But that didn't stop God from moving. He took a hold of my heart and refused to let go. And I certainly didn't want Him to.
As Francis Chan spoke, I was awe struck at how beautiful and glorious our God it. He spoke from Revelation 4 where God is described and for the first time ever I got a mental image that broke the mold.
Diamond and Rubys. Thumder and Lightning. Fire. 4 angels screaming His praises.
Thats now how I see my Lord.
And in the midst of all of that, I could really picture the sacrifice that was made just for me.
For Jesus to leave the throne in all this majesty to come and DIE for me. Words can't describe.
So valient is what the V stands for. Heroic. My savior is mighty to save and thats just what He did. What a love.
As couples go out tonight and focus on each other I just want to bask in the arms of the Prince who will never forsake me. May I be the bride that He longs for. He can have anyone but I want Him to want me.
And He does.
Thats what the V stands for. Valient. He is my hero today, tomorrow, forever.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Asking For Prayers...
We are taking (and when I say we I mean me and Nate and about 5 other brave adult souls) the youth to Memphis for the student life tour.
As scary as that sounds in itself, thats not the center of the need for prayers.
We have been pouring our hearts and souls into these kiddos and we have seen hardly any growth.
I mean is it just us or do they not have that desire to grow.
Ministry can be so frustrating when we have racked out brains for the next cool thing to do for these kids and when we actually do it, and actually pull it off, they hate it.
So prayers is what we are asking. May God say something into these kids hearts that is life changing. We just want to se growth. We need to see growth...Not for us. But for the world that we are called to reach. Until growth takes place then everything else is pointless.
Pray please.
God bless.
As scary as that sounds in itself, thats not the center of the need for prayers.
We have been pouring our hearts and souls into these kiddos and we have seen hardly any growth.
I mean is it just us or do they not have that desire to grow.
Ministry can be so frustrating when we have racked out brains for the next cool thing to do for these kids and when we actually do it, and actually pull it off, they hate it.
So prayers is what we are asking. May God say something into these kids hearts that is life changing. We just want to se growth. We need to see growth...Not for us. But for the world that we are called to reach. Until growth takes place then everything else is pointless.
Pray please.
God bless.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Passed with flying colors!
Well I just checked the internet and my Praxis scores were posted! I waited anxiously while the page loaded nervous and wondering if I should just let someone else look at them and tell me if I failed or not.
Before I could prepare myself for the worst it was loaded and I couldnt resist. I scrolled down and there it was. PASSED. I screamed a little bit. WHoo Hoo.
Here are the scores:
Obtained Score: Possible Score:
English: 25 25
Math: 17 25
Social Studies: 17 25
Science: 16 24
Well we can all see that my only good subject is english in which I secured a perfect score. That in itself if a miracle...not to mention that I passed MATH...the subject from hell.
So now you know...I am officially highly qualified to teach any subject in special ed....bring it on baby!
Before I could prepare myself for the worst it was loaded and I couldnt resist. I scrolled down and there it was. PASSED. I screamed a little bit. WHoo Hoo.
Here are the scores:
Obtained Score: Possible Score:
English: 25 25
Math: 17 25
Social Studies: 17 25
Science: 16 24
Well we can all see that my only good subject is english in which I secured a perfect score. That in itself if a miracle...not to mention that I passed MATH...the subject from hell.
So now you know...I am officially highly qualified to teach any subject in special ed....bring it on baby!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Lacking...
I have been lacking in the area of interesting in my life so I have had absoutly nothing to post about but I will push through this dry spell and get back up and write a little something for all you readers. (That would probably just be Ashley!)
Things that have happened from then until now...
I am in big block in school which in otherwards is "satan in the schools." I work in two schools everyday from 8-12 and I work with about 3 different students...all of which I have to plan lessons for. I don't think that I have ever been through something so hard in my life. My kids change everyday (their personality that is) and more often than not I leave frustrated and give out. But I will make it. I can do this. I know I can...Come on say it with me...Whitney you can do this!
I have entered a new stage in my life and that is being the weekely D.D. for some friends. Now I was quite the partier in high school and I was the one who needed a D.D. but now as I sit back and watch 200+ people drink to get drunk and forget who and where they are I can't help but just sit back and wonder why. Why consume so much alcohol that you can't touch your nose or walk in a straight line...only to throw up and get sick the next day. It just doesnt make sense to me. Why have we let this drinking craze grow to be what it is?
The other day I saw a mexican teenage with a southern belle shirt on that said something about how southern belles know how to fry chicken and such...now is this ironic to everyone or just to me. Little mexican girl I hate to break it to you but just because you come into our country, attend our schools, breathe our air and eat our food does not make you a SOUTHERN BELLE! sorry.
OK so I am being rushed off of here becuase of that boy of mine...something about he is the youth minister and this is his computer but I just don't get it. He should get off that high horse of his.
Until next time.
Things that have happened from then until now...
I am in big block in school which in otherwards is "satan in the schools." I work in two schools everyday from 8-12 and I work with about 3 different students...all of which I have to plan lessons for. I don't think that I have ever been through something so hard in my life. My kids change everyday (their personality that is) and more often than not I leave frustrated and give out. But I will make it. I can do this. I know I can...Come on say it with me...Whitney you can do this!
I have entered a new stage in my life and that is being the weekely D.D. for some friends. Now I was quite the partier in high school and I was the one who needed a D.D. but now as I sit back and watch 200+ people drink to get drunk and forget who and where they are I can't help but just sit back and wonder why. Why consume so much alcohol that you can't touch your nose or walk in a straight line...only to throw up and get sick the next day. It just doesnt make sense to me. Why have we let this drinking craze grow to be what it is?
The other day I saw a mexican teenage with a southern belle shirt on that said something about how southern belles know how to fry chicken and such...now is this ironic to everyone or just to me. Little mexican girl I hate to break it to you but just because you come into our country, attend our schools, breathe our air and eat our food does not make you a SOUTHERN BELLE! sorry.
OK so I am being rushed off of here becuase of that boy of mine...something about he is the youth minister and this is his computer but I just don't get it. He should get off that high horse of his.
Until next time.
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