Post 20: What is Love?

I have been thinking a lot about the idea of love lately (shocking, I know... it's not like it has been mentioned in more than a few posts or anything).

On Friday I was going through my old Bible and found the audio cd from our wedding.  I have been looking for this cd pretty well since it was put into our hands, so I was thrilled to have found it.  Since none of the pastors I follow have updated their podcasts (insert a "grrr") I decided I should listen to our wedding again.

Our pastor did an awesome job with our ceremony.  I loved our vows and I loved his message on the verse we chose.  The verse was Song of Songs 8:6-7:

Place me like a seal over your heart,

    like a seal on your arm;

for love is as strong as death,

    its jealousy unyielding as the grave.

It burns like blazing fire,

    like a mighty flame.

Many waters cannot quench love;

    rivers cannot sweep it away.

If one were to give

    all the wealth of one’s house for love,

    it would be utterly scorned.

Pastor Jeff talked about the role of a seal during this time period, how it symbolized a covenant.  He talked about passion.  About the rains that will come.  About remembering that day and the vows we spoke.

Two years ago I was given Tim Keller's book The Meaning of Marriage.  I read through it as a single person the year before that (borrowed it from my Dad) and was thoroughly challenged.  Since getting married, Jordan and I are slowly working our way through it as well.  I love our weekend mornings of breakfast with Tim Keller :)  And I love the discussion that we get to have after reading a section.

On Saturday I can't say as I wanted to discuss what we were reading.  See, it was one of those sections that applied beyond a husband and wife and to all of our relationships.  Keller talked all about making a decision to love.  He quotes CS Lewis who talked about how over the long haul we can change our hearts through our actions.

You see, last week wasn't a very good week for me with our tenants.  I found myself growing frustrated with them and the lack of respect that they seem to have for us and our belongings.  I had a run-in with one of them and where I think I handled it well, I know that attitude really wasn't what it should have been.

The whole time we were reading this section all I could feel was conviction over my actions and attitude.  I know God has been challenging me to love our tenants and I was choosing to ignore that.  When it came time to discuss what we had read I tried to blow it off a bit.  Instead of being able to that, Jordan looks at me and says, "This was a good section.  It reminds me a lot of what you have been writing about in your blog."

Yeah.  Couldn't really run or hide from my conviction after that :)  So with a great deal of prayer I am working on my attitude.

But this, among a few other things I have noticed lately, causes me to wonder: What is love?

I don't want to get into the debate, but I have seen a lot of action on my Facebook homepage with regards to two names: Mark Driscoll and Rob Bell.  I definitely have an opinion but don't really feel like this is the post to get into that.  What I do see is two different groups that tend to tear the men down.  One group does so in the name of truth, while the other does in the name of love.  What I find interesting is that in 1 Corinthians 13, in the infamous love passage, Paul says that "Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth" (verse 6).  

When Nicodemus comes to Jesus in John 3, Jesus tells him that the only way to see the kingdom of God and experience eternal life is through Him.  He tells him that He didn't come to condemn the world but to save it.  Yet He also says that if you do not believe you stand condemned.

Multiple times throughout the Gospels, Jesus heals the sick and broken.  He breaks the rules and heals on the Sabbath.  He reaches out to the undesirables and critiques those in positions of religious authority.  But do you know what He also tells those He heals?  Repeatedly Jesus says to "Go and sin no more."

Somehow Jesus exemplifies love and truth functioning together.  He speaks the harsh truth to the religious leaders (by the way, I'm pretty sure He still loves them even though what He says is hard.  If He didn't love them He probably wouldn't go to the extremes He did to try to get through to them).  He still spends time with those society has deemed as unclean and unwanted.  But those people also leave His presence changed.  He tells them to sin no more.

Does loving my tenants mean letting them do whatever they want?  Allowing them to walk all over us, threaten us, etc?  No.  But it also doesn't mean that I condemn them.  There is truth.  There is love.  How to combine both of those if what I am pondering.  How do I show love in a way that allows them to see the truth of Christ?

So these are my ponderings three days before Christmas.

If I don't write before husband and I take off for BC on the 24th, then I wish you all a Merry Christmas!

Post 19: Navel-Gazing in the Ideal Neighborhood

On Sunday night Jordan and I went for a walk.  Almost every year my one sister and I would always go for after-dinner walks once Remembrance Day arrived.  Every night we would watch more and more houses put up decorations.  It also was a time when we just were able to connect with each other.  Every year when we go back to my parents' for Christmas, the same thing happens.  We all go for walks in the evenings and admire (or laugh at) the decorations.  I have mentioned this to my husband so on Sunday night he suggested we go out before dinner.

And within minutes of starting our walk we had found our perfect neighborhood.  It was full of heritage homes and large lots.  And they were beautifully decorated.  The next day I decided I would run through this area so that I could look at see what it looked like in daylight.

Well, I was so enamored with the area that I neglected to watch what my feet were doing.  This is a bad idea when you're running.  Before I knew I fallen flat on my face.  I jumped up and finished the rest of my run, adrenaline kicking in.  I got home, sat down, and noticed that my running tights had holes in both knees now.  After further inspection I discovered blood.  This was around the time when my adrenaline wore off :)

So I now grunt and groan whenever I have to move my legs, as the bruises, bumps, and abrasions like to remind me that they are present.  But I also feel a sense of pride in my war wounds.  They are evidence that I am still trying to stay motivated to exercise.  And they also remind me that when yours eyes aren't where they should be, trouble will usually ensue.

A while ago I believe I shared a Tim Keller point about navel-gazing.  About how when we always look at ourselves, we will only see failure.  We will be continually overwhelmed with how low we really are and how we don't deserve God's grace.  But when we keep our eyes on God, when we see ourselves in the light of His grace and goodness, when we realize our identity rests in Him, we become aware of how we have been saved.

I have been really trying hard to remember this.  Whenever I start to feel gross or down about myself, I have been trying to turn to God.  To ask Him to remind me of who I am in His eyes.  To thank Him for all He has blessed me with (skinned knees and all).

In church on Sunday (yes, I finally go to make it to church!), we sung the song "Before the Throne of God Above."  I want to share the words with you, because they really struck me and have stuck with me this week.

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea:A great High Priest, whose name is Love,Who ever lives and pleads for me.


My name is graven on His hands,My name is written on His heart;I know that while in heaven He standsNo tongue can bid me thence departNo tongue can bid me thence depart.


When Satan tempts me to despair,And tells me of the guilt within,Upward I look, and see Him thereWho made an end to all my sin.


Because the sinless Savior died,My sinful soul is counted free;For God the just is satisfiedTo look on Him and pardon meTo look on Him and pardon me

Behold Him there, the Risen LambMy perfect, spotless righteousness,The great unchangeable I am,The King of glory and of grace!
One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased by His bloodMy life is hid with Christ on high,With Christ, my Savior and my GodWith Christ, my Savior and my God


No matter what is going on, this song reminds me of the God I serve.  Of the God I love who also loves me.  The God who knit me together, who knows my innermost thoughts and feelings.  When I lost track of that, I need to remember who the One is that has my name written on His hands and His heart.

I love that third verse especially the last two lines, where it says "Upward I look, and see Him there Who made an end to all my sin."

Who am I?  I am forgiven.  I am loved.  I am redeemed.  I am set free.

I realize I haven't actually said all that much, but really I just wanted to share that song with all of you.  I'm hoping that as you read it you too are reminded of who you are.  That your identity is not wrapped up in your circumstances or determined by what you do or don't have.  It is wrapped up in your life being "hid with Christ on high."

And with that I must go and pay some attention to my cat who has spent the duration of this post trying to crawl onto my lap :)

Post 18: Waiting

Take a moment to use your imagination.

Imagine a newly married couple.  Across the room you can see a fire roaring while Christmas carols play in the background.  To their right is the tree they chopped down the previous day and decorated.  They are sitting close together as they get ready to play a game.

Now, using your powerful imagination, zoom in a little bit more.  You'll notice the couple is wrapped in blankets.  That there is an oil heater between them.  And that the roaring fire is really just the fireplace channel that they have put on in hopes of warming up.

Friday evening husband and I returned home from work to discover our furnace had stopped working.  We got someone in that night.  But he couldn't fully fix it.  So we were told it would get fixed the next day.  After a lovely little fiasco on Saturday, someone did come, only to tell us what had been diagnosed the previous day as a problem wasn't the problem.  So they had to order a part but we were told we would have heat the next day.  The next day rolled around (this would be the wrapped in blankets with the fireplace channel on day), only no part and no technician showed up.  After three nights and going into what is now our fourth day without heat, I am patiently waiting for the technician to show up with the part and fix our furnace.  He should be here any minute.

This wasn't quite the weekend we had anticipated having.  My sister-in-law and her husband were up for the weekend, so it was supposed to be a time of getting and decorating trees, playing games, and just visiting.

Instead, husband and I spent most of the weekend waiting for furnace guys to show up.

It was still a good weekend.  On Saturday morning we went with my in-laws to go chop down Christmas trees.  I have only ever done this once before (two years ago with a friend), and have never actually had a real tree (can't decorate them as early as fake trees ;) ).  So this was pretty exciting for me.  After having coffee, husband and I returned home to wait for our technician.  We set up the tree and decorated it.  It is resting in our bay window and in my mind it looks perfect!

Saturday night we went back to Jordan's parents' place to have dinner and spend time with the family.  We then got a not-so-nice call from the tenants that resulted in our having to leave and return home.  I think I have done better this weekend with showing grace than I did the other week with the recycling bins.

Sunday was frustrating.  It wasn't that many posts ago that I shared my excitement for advent.  Between being sick one week and having to wait for a technician the next, I have thus far missed the first two advent services.

I have never enjoyed the waiting game.  Knowing there is nothing you can do to make something come faster.  Knowing your hands are tied and all you can do is wait.  But there is often a great deal to be learned through the process of waiting.

I know a lot of people who are waiting.  And they are waiting for a variety of things.  Some for guidance and direction for the future.  Others for a special someone.  Still others for children.  I have a picture that I moved with me across Canada that is hanging in our hallway.  It is of a bench in a park.

Almost ten years ago I felt like God gave me the word "waiting."  As such, benches have become symbolic to me.

Waiting is hard.  It hurts.  It usually means you are being strengthened and stretched and those are never fun things to go through.  I hate waiting.  Ask my sister what I get like if I have to wait too long for someone to get ready.

But now I think of that bench in the middle of a park.  Waiting is not fun and it is not easy.  It is horrible to not know what you are waiting for, or when what you are waiting for is going to come, or even if it will come.  It tears you up inside.  It leaves you feeling abandoned and alone and cold.  But there is something about that bench that brings peace.

There can be peace is the waiting.

Jordan and I have gotten pretty frustrated this weekend.  But we have also prayed.  And I think what has struck me the most is how every time we come to God we leave thankful for what we do have.  We don't have heat and we're freezing.  Our tenants don't have heat and they're freezing.  But we have a house.  We have the ability to get our furnace fixed.  We were still able to get our Christmas tree.  We could still spend time with our family.  Despite everything going on with the furnace, it is still cheaper than they originally thought it would be.  And we still have each other.

We have had to wait.  But we are learning to be thankful.  We are learning to see the ways that God has blessed us and is still blessing us even as we wrap ourselves in blankets and turn on the fireplace channel.

I realize no heat might seem little compared to what other people are waiting for.  And maybe you will read this and feel like I have no compassion for what you are going through and I don't really understand.  And in some cases you're right--I probably don't understand.  But I do believe there is peace in learning to give thanks in every circumstance.

And so, as I continue to wait on the technician to show up, I will continue to give thanks.  I will thank God that I had a house to clean this morning and the supplies to clean it with.  I will thank God that I could get up and have breakfast with my husband before he went to work.  I will thank Him for the grace He has given me in dealing with our tenants this weekend.  I will thank Him for reminding me to turn to Him during this time.

I will give thanks, and while I wait I will rest in the peace that He is Immanuel.

Post 17: Stumbling at the Start of Advent.

I apologize for not writing last week.  I ended up getting called in to supply teach fairly regularly and then by Thursday I was getting sick.  Husband and I spent the weekend trying to get better (while also going to Niagara Falls with my in-laws).  While the wind and cold water spray probably didn't help our being sick, I was pretty excited to finally get to see the falls.  And I definitely fell in love with Niagara-on-the-Lake.  I had never been to Niagara, so it was wonderful to get to go.  And the falls are gorgeous at night with the lights shining on them!  Eating dinner at the revolving restaurant was pretty spectacular too :)

After spending all day Sunday at home resting, we were feeling a little better come Monday.  Which is good since I ended up getting called in to work Monday and Tuesday.  Hence why I didn't write earlier.  Today I ran errands and tutored and then I'm working Thursday and Friday.  As sad as I am that people are getting sick, I really appreciate that it means I'm working four days this week!  Does that make me a horrible person?

There have been some decisions in the last week and a bit since I wrote that I'm proud of.  Others not so much.  Like bursting into tears when my GPS got me lost yesterday.  I was subbing at a school about 45km away.  And the school is close to Toronto, so traffic gets bad.  There was some snow so the highway was gridlocked.  My GPS was taking me on a route that was supposed to be quicker than taking the highway with that kind of traffic.  The problem was the road it wanted me to take was actually closed.  And my battery ended up dying on my phone.  And I didn't know where I was or how to get back to an area that I knew.  And it was dark and raining/snowing.  I believe the last text I sent my husband was I'm lost.  Battery is dead.  Poor guy.

I sobbed.  I was scared.  I ended up missing tutoring because of how late I was.  And I prayed.  As unhappy as I am with how I bawled my eyes out and how much I screamed at my GPS, at least I remembered to pray.  And at just the right moment I looked through my teary eyes and saw a small sign pointing me towards the 403.

I have never been so happy to make it onto a gridlocked highway in all of my life.  It took me two and a half hours to get home, but I made it home.  I was safe.

The moment I`m really not happy about happened last Wednesday.  After my previous post about advent, I felt challenged to look at my life.  What would it look like if I lived as if I actually believed God is with me.  And the way I felt the most challenged to put this into action was with our tenants (our house is a duplex--we live in the top unit and rent out the bottom unit).  For the most part they are really good tenants.  But, as happens when you interact with people, sometimes I get annoyed with them and they get annoyed with us.  Anyway, I felt like God was calling me to love them.  And I figured I could manage that.

So last Wednesday morning I woke up.  It was garbage day so as I put our garbage and recycling out, I noticed they had not put their recycling out yet.  Normally their bins are out before ours.  So I grabbed them and put them out too.

I have to be honest with you all--I felt pretty self-satisfied with myself for doing this.  I know--pretty sad.  Definitely Christ-like, right?  Or not.  Then I got home.  And I noticed that their bins were back on the porch.  Ours were not.  Ours were knocked over on the yard.

So I went inside and through a hissy-fit.  I am really not proud of myself.  In less than twelve hours I went from feeling like I could really try to love like Christ, that I could emulate Him, to stomping around my house and feeling abused.

Talk about an epic failure.

But there is something I have learned about God.  And it's that He bestows grace upon me.  I know I'm going to stumble.  And He knows this too.  But I do honestly want to live my life as one that glorifies Him.  I love Him and I want to show His love to others.  So by His grace I can try again.

So with those humbling thoughts in mind, I will now go cuddle with my cat who is very patiently waiting to get on my lap (he's not allowed to sit on me when I blog... he kind of gets in the way of my typing), and return to watching the Michael Buble Christmas special.

*This is him waiting to be allowed on my lap*

But I would like to challenge others to think about what it means to live believing that Jesus truly is Emmanuel.  At this time of year it is really easy to get caught up in ourselves or our immediate family and friends.  Or we can give money to the Salvation Army or donate food to the food bank.  And all of those are great, please don't get me wrong.  But I think of Jesus loving those who were deemed unloveable.  And I feel challenged.  Who is there for you to love right now?  What would it look like to love them as Jesus does?

Post 16: Whatever Jingles your Bell

Thus far this week has been much better than last week.  No more wrong turns on one way streets and as a whole I have just felt better this week.  I picked up another student for tutoring, so I now tutor four high school kids. So I have that solid work 4-5 days a week which is fantastic.  And I'm still in schools about two to three days a week as well.  Yesterday I was only supposed to sub half the day at the high school and they called me in the morning to see if I was free for the whole day.  I'm only there for the last block of the day today, but the grade nines I will be hanging out with kept smiling and greeting me in the hall yesterday, telling me how excited they are that they get to have me (I believe one girl told me she was "Having a party in her head").

Several kids are starting to recognize me from church now (some had my husband as their youth leader is past years, and I do so love it when we walk into church and are greeted as "Jordan and Mrs. Visser").  As I was telling my husband about my day even he remarked "Those kids really seem to like you."

And it feels good.  I miss having my own classes, and I have found myself really missing my past students, especially with Christmas drawing close.  We started doing a little bit of decorating around the house this past week and as I opened one box I found all of my Christmas cards from last year.  I hadn't realized I had saved them what with moving and all, but I guess I had.  I read through them all, I saw each student's face pop before my eyes.  And it made me miss them so much.  All of their quirks.  Their smiles and laughs.

I love the challenge of supply teaching and trying to build relationships in a short period of time.  But boy do I miss having my own set of classes with students I get to see and touch base with everyday.

(Some of the little bits of decorating we have done).

But I got to do something this week that I didn't do last year and that I find very therapeutic.  I made Christmas cards.  And our cat decided to help me.

I'm not the most artistic person you will ever meet.  And my Christmas cards do not even come close to comparing with a lot of what I have seen people make.  But they are my chance to be a little creative in an artistic manner, and I am happy with how they look.  And I suppose Mortimer is too :)

So after a morning of cleaning, running, and organizing, I'm finally sitting down to rest for a bit before I have to head out to teach and then tutor afterwards.  Which means I'm drinking some chocolate chili chai (courtesy of David's Tea) in what to this day remains my all time favourite mug (thank you, Ashley.  You have such good taste).

Yup, that is an actual bell in my mug.  And it jingles every time I take a sip.  Seriously love this thing.  I can't wait for November to hit so that I feel I am justified in drinking from it.  Especially since we got snow this week, so I get to stare out our window and old homes dusted with white.

This feels like a strange post as I have shared a lot but nothing super deep.  I think today I just feel a little tired as I look over the last week or two.  Tired but very content.  And excited.  Christmas is coming and that always turns me into a little girl again.

One thing I'm really excited about is getting to be at the same church for most of Advent (I think we will only miss Christmas Eve).  Growing up we had Advent in the Anglican church (though I didn't really appreciate it at the time), and then in the Pentecostal church we attended it wasn't celebrated.  While going to a Mennonite church in Prince George and again in Williams Lake, I got to experience it, but the season was always broken up by visits or returning home for Christmas.

I love that idea of waiting in anticipation.  I keep thinking about the idea of Immanuel, and what it means for God to truly be with us.  I think of the changes of this year, gaining a husband but moving away from my immediate family, being close to my extended family but losing my Opa, forming relationships with my new family but also adjusting to difficulties of making close friends in a new place.  And God has been with me through each of the changes and adjustments.

We have a new associate pastor at our church, and when he preaches he likes to focus on the New Testament as fulfillment of the Old Testament.  Several weeks ago when he spoke he talked about the Ark of the Covenant and God's specific directions for making it.  About who was allowed to go near the Ark and who wasn't.  Who had access to God and who had to go through the High Priest.  About the lid of the Ark that had a cherubim on either side.

Then he took us to the Gospel of John where Peter and John come upon the empty tomb.  Where they come to the place where Jesus had been.  Where they see the stone his body had been set to rest.  And where two angels are sitting on either side.

Jesus' death and resurrection allowed us full access.  Because He became "God with us," we are now able to come before Him as we are.  He fulfilled the purpose of the Ark.

And so  in the next 34 sleeps leading up to Christmas (not that I'm counting or anything), I want to remember the Jesus came to be God with us.  I want to emulate Him and be aware of His presence.  I don't want to forget about Him or keep Him in the background in my girlish excitement for seeing family and friends and decorating my new house and drinking out of Christmas mugs.  I want Advent to be a season where I remember who He is and that He is present.  Where I celebrate what He has done, and look forward with eager anticipation to what else He has is store.  I want to join with the angels announcing Christ's birth, and sing "Glory to God in the highest."  May my life truly worship and glorify Him.

Post #15: Wrong Way on the One Way

I have actually been meaning to write this post since Monday.  And then life kept on happening.  Like I woke up Monday morning to my first official call-in as a supply teacher (all of my other teaching has been scheduled).  So I drove 45 minutes to teach for the morning, returned home, showered (wasn't left much time for that by the time they called me in), and headed out for tutoring.  Tuesday I was called in again but since I couldn't work a full day I ended up not going in.  But boy did I clean the house!  Wednesday was another call in. Thursday was cleaning and errands and working out and tutoring.  I thought I would have time earlier today, but between more errands, tutoring, running, cleaning, and touching base with my Mom, sister, and sister-in-law, this is my first moment to really sit down.

If anything doesn't make sense, please blame it on the fact that I'm also watching The Walking Dead  while writing.  Husband and I just finished dinner and so this is our evening show (we are getting me caught up so that we can start watching season 5).

I had an interesting moment this morning.  We went to a dinner and silent auction for a local kids group called City Kidz.  We ended up winning some of the items we bid on, so I went to pick them up.  I typed the address into my GPS and set out.

My GPS told me to turn left.

So I did.

My GPS told me to turn left on a one way street.

It neglected to mention that by going left I would be going the wrong way on said one way street.

So after slamming on my breaks and briefly stopping traffic so I could get myself turned around, I pulled into a parking lot and cried.  Then I continued on my way.

I wish I could remember all of the sermon I heard on Sunday.  We had had a guest pastor, and I remember liking the sermon, but by today I could no longer remember it.  But he made one comment that I did remember.  He talked about learning this summer that if you want to understand a character in a story, you need to read the first words they say and the last words.  So he showed us the first words Jesus said that are recorded in the book of John.  They are "What do you want?"  Then he showed us the last ones.  "Follow me."

Those words have been ringing in my mind all week.  The idea that if we really want Jesus like so many of Christians say they do, then we need to lay down our lives and follow Him.

Yesterday on my run I started listening to a Matt Chandler podcast on women.  He was doing a series on men and women.  Before anyone gets their backs up about egalitarian versus complimentarian, know that I'm not going to get into that.  But that I want to share what he said in one of the podcasts I continued listening to today.  He was talking about the hurdles women face, and how they tend to fall into one of (or both of) two buckets: comparison and perfectionism.  I only got through most of the part on the comparison but it hit home way to close.  Chandler shared how women actually tend to check out other women more than they do men because they are constantly comparing how they measure up to others.

I'm going to share something that is really difficult to share on a blog that anyone can read.  But I believe my struggles are not unique to me, and I'm hoping that by sharing others might be encouraged.

I am a woman.  So it probably won't come as a shock to you to discover that I struggle with my self-image, specifically my body image.  Three to four years ago I weighed about twenty-five pounds more than what I do right now.  It took me until I was about 25, but I finally discovered a love of running and Jillian Michaels DVDs that led to shedding the weight and keeping it off.  I am in the best shape of my life.

But every morning I get on my scale.  And if my weight has gone even remotely up I berate myself.  If it doesn't go back down within a day or two, I begin to feel ugly.  I feel awkward and  frumpy.

And for the last three to four weeks I have continually felt worse and worse about myself.

Here's the thing: I have a husband who daily tells me he thinks I'm beautiful.

And when I feel awful about myself all I crave is him telling me this.

But my husband is not God (don't tell him this :P ).

Which means that I cannot look for my identity in him.

My identity can only be found in God.

I can't spend my time comparing myself to other women and feeling like I will never measure up.  And I also can't spend my time longing for others to affirm me.

If I truly want to follow God like I profess that I do, then I need to be willing to turn to Him.  I need to go to Him with my tears, my worries, my joys, my everything.  I need to strive to be the woman He has called me to be.

I need to remember that above all else I am His child.  I'm made in His image.  He loves me enough that He sent His Son.  He formed me and created me and in His eyes I am a work of art (I'm biting my metaphorical tongue to keep from making a self-deprecating joke about side art).

There is something very humbling about realizing that you are going the wrong way on a road. About knowing that the thing you have become so dependent on, your GPS, can lead you so wrong. But sometimes God gives me those moments as a picture for what is going on in my life.

So here's to remember Who my identity is based in.

Post #14: Truth, Love, and Sacrifice

It is Friday.  I know, you're probably thanking me for stating the obvious right now.  Oh well, I shall ignore sarcasm and accept such thanks :)

This week has felt like a different one than usual.  I worked and tutored, but Husband was out of town for three days and two nights doing sales, so it was definitely strange adjusting to having him gone.  I feel like a wimp for hating the absence.  After all, we did two years of long distance so two nights should be nothing, right?

Wrong.  I'm apparently the world's biggest suck!

Thanks to how my supply work worked out this week, I got to return to running four days a week, which feels fantastic.  Add to that a slightly more energetic two hours of volleyball on Wednesday night and my body is telling me it is happy.  But also a tad bit on the tired side.

This morning when I went for my run I actually had to stop and take in the view.  The street I was on was littered with leaves, the trees lining said street still had some leaves, and the sun was casting its early morning, golden hue on the world.  It was stunning.  I returned home to look at the pictures I had taken of it with my phone and all I could think was, "Well done, Lord."  I can't help but have my breath taken away by the artistry of His hands.

Now if only He had gifted me with a little more of that artistry :)

This has been a week full of all kinds of thoughts and I'm not sure which one to touch on.  So maybe I will mention them all and you can take from that what you will.

On Sunday, Husband and I were reading out of Tim Keller's The Meaning of Marriage book.  I read it a few years ago as a single person and it is an incredible read, no matter what stage of life you are in.  My blog at that time, "Annals of a Christian Single" is full of posts centered around what he had to say.  But the portion we read about over the weekend really got me thinking.  It had to do with the idea of selfishness.  With us wanting our way no matter the expense.  With not thinking about what your partner needs because you are only looking out for yourself.

I know I am guilty of this, but what really struck me is how this applies to more than just our marriage relationships.  Think of our friendships.  Of parents and children.  Of co-workers.

We live in a culture that tells us to only look out for ourselves.  That no one else is looking out for you, so take care of your wants and needs above all else.

Contrast this with the image of Jesus laying down His life.  With the idea of denying ourselves if we want to follow Him.

All of this is swirling around in my head when we get to church and our assistant pastor speaks about love.  Several weeks back we heard another sermon about choosing to love.

I'm married and have only been married for not quite four months.  I'm going to be honest--it is really easy to love my husband.  He's incredible.  

But what about those students that really get on your nerves?  Or when you're out for a run and a guy decides he doesn't want to stop at the stop sign but wants to keep on driving, hoping you'll avoid him?

What about my compassion for others?  

I have been really disappointed in myself lately.  I've noticed that my patience seems to be slipping at times, specifically when I'm driving.  I know this sounds silly, and some of you may brush this off and roll your eyes at me, but it is true.  I get really frustrated with other vehicles (whether I'm driving or running or walking).  My first reaction to call out what they are doing that is annoying me (either to myself, to God, or to Husband).

And I don't like myself when I get like that.  I honestly don't believe that that is me modelling Christ's love.

In a podcast this week, Keller was talking about Truth and Love, and how God possesses both and gives us the right amount of each when we need it.  When I was younger, I was all love.  You could walk all over me and I would smile (and then go home, lock myself in my bedroom, and cry).  If someone was crying, I would start crying.  If someone needed a hug, I was there to hug them.  One of my best friends was all truth and we used to joke that together we made the perfect person.

At times I feel like I have completely jumped to the other side now.

I want to love others.  I want to show God's truth, but I also want to show His love.  I want to be what is needed when it is needed.

So there are my thoughts from this weekend.  Now I'm going to go curl my hair and continue to ponder them.