Because of Grace

Hello Friends,

“As you get to know people more, you realize your need for grace.”  This was something one of my professors said in class this week that really stuck out to me.  The more you get to know someone the more you realize that they are a sinner.  But also, the more they get to know you, the more they realize that you are a sinner.

By rights, knowing this about one another, we should all despise each other.  Yet, God, in His grace, saw fit to give us a capacity to love.  And what a beautiful gift that it is.  It is because of grace that parents love their children, and children love their parents.  It is because of grace that husbands love their wives, and wives love their husbands.  And most important of all, it is because of grace that God loves us, and we love Him. 

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My own personal need for grace is never more apparent to me than when I have a friend who loves me well.  No one is perfect, and I am no exception.  There are times when I am sulky and rude and self-centered.  And more often than not, in those moments, I have friends who care enough about me to give me chocolate and coffee and the time of day.  Because they care for me, and they want to see me doing well.

It is so important to cherish loved ones and be kind to strangers, because every healthy human relationship is merely a result of God’s grace.  I’ll leave you with one last quote from another of my professors.

“It takes a lifetime to get how much people are worth.”

Thanks for Reading.

Until Next Time, Say Out if Trouble!

Does God Love the Human Body?

Hi friends,

So, we’re going to do something a little different this week. I have worked in customer service fore about 3 years now, and I thought it might be fun to share some of those stories with you from time to time.  This week is the tale of the Elderly man.

I’ve had a few awkward experiences with grandpa-aged men.  Now, you might think that when these men reach grandpa-age, life would have taught them something about wisdom and discretion, but that is not always the case.  Sometimes senility starts to set in and they forget everything they’ve ever learned about talking to people, particularly young ladies. person wearing floral shirt painting

I work as a hostess, so you might think that not much can happen in the short walk from the lobby to the table.  Again, I’m here to say, that’s not always the case.  I have had several old men pinch my cheeks, like I’m their granddaughter, or take hold of my arm as I walk them to the table, and other such things that cause mild discomfort, especially since I am someone that does not like to be touched.  But sometimes the things that these men say, are so much worse than them touching me.  There is one particular instance I will never forget.

There was a party of four, two couples, all grandparent-aged people. And as I walked them back to the table one of the men kept making uncomfortable comments about how small my waist was.  I merely ignored it, and tried to get them to their table as quickly as possible (which was difficult since they walked rather slowly).  Nonetheless, I finally got them to their table, when, as I am setting the menus down, this man turns to a woman, who I assume was his wife, and says to her, “Remember when you were as small as that?”  Regardless of whether or not this woman was his wife, what a terrible thing to say to her?!

People are so much more than the shape of their bodies.  Everyone is made differently, and everybody is made to look different (men and women a like).  God designed each human form uniquely, so that every person on this planet can reflect Him in a special way.  His desire is not to to have a world of tiny women, and buff men.  His desire is to have a world of healthy people, of all shapes and sizes, who steward their bodies well.  I believe we ought to encourage one another to care for our bodies well: to sleep enough and to eat our fruits and vegetables.

So I have a proposition: together, let’s practice viewing ourselves and all the people around as as beautiful parts of God’s creation, and in that let’s remember the call to be good stewards.

Thanks for Reading! Until Next Time, Stay Out of Trouble.

 

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Providence and Purple Pens

Hello Friends,

So I have a secret to share with you: I have a pretty serious obsession with office supplies.  This is something I got from my mother, who is an enabler.  Last year for Christmas she got me the greatest set of pens, the no-bleed sharpie pens.  This year for Christmas she got me a post-it note dispenser and 2 6-packs of post-it notes.  The list could go on, but the point is I LOVE office-supplies.

On my desk I have a bin for regular post-it notes and a post-it note dispenser, 3 buckets of multi-colored pens, mechanical pencils, paper clips, et cetera.  Now, you might think this is a problem and that I should get professional help, and that is where you would be wrong.  This week I was furthered enabled in my obsession, and I think it is a sign from God.silver iPhone 5s near Field Notes book

I never, ever go anywhere without my tool-kit: at least two writing utensils and a notepad.  But this week, somehow I left my pencil-case at home.  I found myself in class, with no writing utensil.  Thankfully a friend of mine loaned me a pen, but I realized later, there was a purple pen sitting on the table next to me the whole time.

At first I thought this belonged to my friend, so I told her not to forget it.  But the pen wasn’t hers, it had been abandoned.  So, I decided to rescue it, and now, it is my new favorite pen.  I truly do believe that this whole instance was providential.  Purple is my favorite color, I needed a writing utensil, and God so happened to leave a purple pen, on my desk, in my time of need.

The point of this little tale is, if you have a deep and abiding love of office-supplies, feed it.  And if you are the person from whom I stole this pen, you have great taste in office supplies.

Thanks for Reading! Until Next Time, Stay Out of Trouble.

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Shattered Reflections

When I was very little there was a red jay that used to come to our back porch every day, all summer long.  We had a glass sliding door that lead out onto the porch and a wood-railing that wrapped around the porch.  Every morning, like clock-work, that bird would perch upon the wood-railing, look at the glass, and then with all his might he would spread his wings and fly head-first into the glass door.  He would bounce off the door, then go back, sit on the railing, and do it all over again.  Over and over again we would hear the ping, ping, ping of his little beak hitting the glass. He would fly at that glass door from sun-up to sun-down every day until it was time for him to fly South, but we knew he would be back the next summer.  For 5 years we saw that bird, he chipped our glass door a few times.  For a while we could not understand what he was doing then we figured it out. That bird saw his reflection in the glass and he was trying to fly through the glass and get to himself.  A few years ago the red bird stopped coming to our house.  I don’t know what happened to him, maybe he died, maybe he finally broke through the glass.  I guess well never know, but I’ll never forget the bird who almost broke his neck trying to shatter the reflection he saw of himself.