I went home this weekend . . . when asked why I went home this weekend, my response was not what people planned. I had laundry, and a lot of it.
It was quite a week up here. We had fall break last weekend and (the 16th-19th) and Jeffrey was here. So needless to say, I had more laundry (additional sheets and towels) and then our apartment had a cock roach in it . . . which meant that the floor with the roach relocated to the top floor aka my room and the other rooms on the top floor to crash for the night. So that was an ADDITIONAL set of sheets.
In going home, I went to a well-put sermon by none other than PK. Seriously though, when aren't his sermons well-put? : )
This particular sermon was drawn from Deuteronomy 1:22-46. He preached how those who have faith in God's promise for us, we will live a life full of adventure, joy, and without fear. He preached how Caleb and Joshua were promised a particular piece of land and they fought with all of their might and faith to get that land since they were promised this land by God, regardless that the enemy was predicted impossible to defeat. Because of their faith in God's promise, God's promise was fulfilled and they were given their land.
PK's message was that we should live as they did. That we should live our life like Teddy Roosevelt, who lived in an almost "reckless abandon" because his father believed in a Father who provided his son with a faithful and brilliant mind.
I feel that my synoposis of this sermon does not do it justice and highly recommend you listen to it here. But besides that, in the closing of the sermon outline, he enclosed this last thought that really hit home for me:
Worship point : Oh the worship, joy, and praise that weould result if we were to pursue life like we really believed God and His promises. Have you really thought about the promises of God and the implications in your lie? If you did, it would cause you to worship.
Spiritual Challenge : I would challenge you to realize that you honor and glorify God when you trust in His promises enough to forcefully, aggressively, and confidently pursue those things that God has promised. But, you dishonor God and rob God of His glory when (out of unbelief) you either do not pursue that which He has promised, or when you erroneously pursue that which He has NOT promised.
I think these are two great points that have been hit right on, once again, by PK and his genius sermons (even though he proclaims that 90% of his work is shared among pastors, he still delivers it so well that he makes it his own).
Listen to the sermon, check out the outline (also enclosed within the link), and soak it up. It's really empowering and uplifting to know what PK shared this week! : )
Monday, October 25, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
[♥]
"feels like home" - chantal kreviazuk
something in your eyes
makes me want to lose myself
makes me want to lose myself
in your arms
there's something in your voice
makes my heart beat fast
hope this feeling lasts
the rest of my life
if you knew how lonely my life has been
and how long i've felt so low
if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
and change my life the way you've done
feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like i'm all the way back where
i come from
feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like i'm all the way back where i belong
a window breaks down a long dark street
and a siren wails in the night
but i'm alright 'cause i have you here with me
and i can almost see through the dark there's light
if you knew how much this moment means to me
and how long i've waited for your touch
if you knew how happy you are making me
i've never thought i'd love anyone so much
feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like i'm all the way back where
i come from
feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like i'm all the way back where i belong
feels like I'm all the way back where i belong
something in your eyes
makes me want to lose myself
makes me want to lose myself
in your arms
there's something in your voice
makes my heart beat fast
hope this feeling lasts
the rest of my life
if you knew how lonely my life has been
and how long i've felt so low
if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
and change my life the way you've done
feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like i'm all the way back where
i come from
feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like i'm all the way back where i belong
a window breaks down a long dark street
and a siren wails in the night
but i'm alright 'cause i have you here with me
and i can almost see through the dark there's light
if you knew how much this moment means to me
and how long i've waited for your touch
if you knew how happy you are making me
i've never thought i'd love anyone so much
feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like i'm all the way back where
i come from
feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like i'm all the way back where i belong
feels like I'm all the way back where i belong
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Saturday, October 9, 2010
I often don't understand, nor can I fathom, just what my exact purpose is on this earth. I know that I was placed here for a very important reason, that I am meant to be here. After all, I'm no wasted space, no intricate arrangement of molecules that just happened to form. I have purpose, meaning, significance. and I can't wait to figure out just what that purpose is.
It just saddens me the wait that occurs until that time comes. I worry that maybe I won't fully understand when it does come. I worry that I won't know exactly when I realize that this is why I am meant to be here, why I am who I am, the very point of my existence.
It is so sad to look at our earthly bodies and see how each and every day, they decay more and more. That at the end of this race, it is my body that will finally give out, that it will fail me. Something that I have dwelled in for so long, something that I have relied upon, counted on, taken care of. To know that it will one day not live up to my expectations and standards is beyond heartwrenching.
What is promising, though, is knowing that it isn't my soul that dies along with my body. My soul is what matters, my soul is personality, by actual state of being; it is not my dwelling, my home, my shelter, it is what makes me, well, me. My body is no more distinguishable from any other body out there. I look as everyone else, maybe a bit thinner, maybe bigger, maybe taller, maybe shoeter, but essentially, there is no thing that can differentiate between any other miserable formation of cells, any other pile of bones, any other inches and inches of flesh.
Fortunately, my God knows me and CAN distinguish me from all the rest. He has created his own and individual child within my soul, and he has every intention of returning me to Him. I may not be dwelling with Him right now, but He is dwelling in me, and in His dwelling in me, l am my own identity. I don't need clothing or a work out plan, or a diet to tell the difference from the rest. In His eyes, I am my own, I am independent, I am me.
It does make me sad to know that at some point, I will no longer be able to count upon my actual self, that my dependence will shift, but I know that through this shift, something much more beautiful will happen than I could ever imagine.
It just saddens me the wait that occurs until that time comes. I worry that maybe I won't fully understand when it does come. I worry that I won't know exactly when I realize that this is why I am meant to be here, why I am who I am, the very point of my existence.
It is so sad to look at our earthly bodies and see how each and every day, they decay more and more. That at the end of this race, it is my body that will finally give out, that it will fail me. Something that I have dwelled in for so long, something that I have relied upon, counted on, taken care of. To know that it will one day not live up to my expectations and standards is beyond heartwrenching.
What is promising, though, is knowing that it isn't my soul that dies along with my body. My soul is what matters, my soul is personality, by actual state of being; it is not my dwelling, my home, my shelter, it is what makes me, well, me. My body is no more distinguishable from any other body out there. I look as everyone else, maybe a bit thinner, maybe bigger, maybe taller, maybe shoeter, but essentially, there is no thing that can differentiate between any other miserable formation of cells, any other pile of bones, any other inches and inches of flesh.
Fortunately, my God knows me and CAN distinguish me from all the rest. He has created his own and individual child within my soul, and he has every intention of returning me to Him. I may not be dwelling with Him right now, but He is dwelling in me, and in His dwelling in me, l am my own identity. I don't need clothing or a work out plan, or a diet to tell the difference from the rest. In His eyes, I am my own, I am independent, I am me.
It does make me sad to know that at some point, I will no longer be able to count upon my actual self, that my dependence will shift, but I know that through this shift, something much more beautiful will happen than I could ever imagine.
Monday, October 4, 2010
typical.
i hate virginia.
i miss my boyfriend.
i hate orgo.
i miss summer.
i hate the guys living in the apartment below who listen to music loudly on monday nights?
i miss my boyfriend.
i hate winter.
i miss... you.
i miss my boyfriend.
i hate orgo.
i miss summer.
i hate the guys living in the apartment below who listen to music loudly on monday nights?
i miss my boyfriend.
i hate winter.
i miss... you.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
classic
goo goo dolls - "without you here"
your love's a gathered storm i chased across the sky
a moment in your arms became the reason why
and you're still the only light that fills the emptiness
the only one i need until my dying breath
and i would give you everything just to
feel your open arms
and i'm not sure I believe anything i feel
and now, now that you're near
there's nothing more without you
without you here
and I'm trying to believe
in things that i don't know
the turning of the world
the color of your soul
that love could kill the pain
truth is never vain
it turns strangers into lovers
and enemies to brothers
just say you understand
i never had this planned
and now, now that you're near
there's nothing more without you
without you here
without you here
there's nothing more without you
without you here
my head lies to my heart
and my heart it still believes
it seems the ones who love us are the ones
that we deceive
but you're changing everything
you're changing everything in me
and now, now that you're near
there's nothing more without you
without you here
your love's a gathered storm i chased across the sky
a moment in your arms became the reason why
and you're still the only light that fills the emptiness
the only one i need until my dying breath
and i would give you everything just to
feel your open arms
and i'm not sure I believe anything i feel
and now, now that you're near
there's nothing more without you
without you here
and I'm trying to believe
in things that i don't know
the turning of the world
the color of your soul
that love could kill the pain
truth is never vain
it turns strangers into lovers
and enemies to brothers
just say you understand
i never had this planned
and now, now that you're near
there's nothing more without you
without you here
without you here
there's nothing more without you
without you here
my head lies to my heart
and my heart it still believes
it seems the ones who love us are the ones
that we deceive
but you're changing everything
you're changing everything in me
and now, now that you're near
there's nothing more without you
without you here
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