hello, hello, hello.
so, let me confess a little somethin somethin to my readers...
my little blog my quiet times idea--yeahhh....not happening.
this is NOT because of a lack of quiet times...but because of a lack of time for blogging
and i hear a resounding *gasp* from all the tortured poet coffee house bloggers.
yes...there is such a thing as no time for blogging. you should possibly find it.
bahha
different story completely-continuing on.
:)
But, i just wanted to fill yall in with what is currently controlling my thoughts-my time-my life.
rain.
umm--hellur?! doesnt everyone see the lake in their front yards...and back yards...roads...everywhere. i definitely understand that the rain is currently in a place where it is harming homes and lives--but, i still see the beauty in this rain.
Rain-to me-shows my God's love. Thunder shows His strength. And lightning shows his anger. All these qualities are my God.
My God's love--He sent His ONLY son for me. He didn't do it because He was obligated. No one was holding a gun to his head MAKING him do it. He did it because He wanted to. Even if i was the only person in the history of the world who would EVER come to know him... he would have still done it. THAT, my friends, is love!
My God's strength--He is MIGHTY! If you know me at all, you know that i refer to God as Papa. *as me why and i'll tell ya :) but as for right now--that story is slightly irrelevant.* I have such a relationship with God that i feel as though He is the perfect daddy. Ya know--the one that can kill the monsters and scare the storms away? Yup-thats him :) Well-when it thunders, it scares me. It makes me remember that he is always protecting me from whatever comes. I can crawl into his arms and shiver like a frightened child--He is always big enough to hold me close and His heart always beats in my ear...even though sometimes i run away and stop hearing it for a while.
My God's anger--His anger is righteous. He HATES what is evil. His lightning makes me remember that he can always smite me like the piece of crap that i am. I need to always be a God-fearing woman.
My God is alive!
Just to keep ya'll up to date--I'm currently doing 'Our Daily Bread' everyday as well as reading a chapter of Proverbs everyday *whichever correlates with the day of the month* I decided tonight to do an in depth study *on my own* of James. I have done kind of in depth studies of James before, and we did this semester at school--but i really feel like it is something that i need to do on my own...especially with my new Bib Interp knowledge :)
So, right now...i'm still learning how to breathe. I'm no longer gasping for something to soothe my aching lungs. God is here. He isn't ever leaving me--no matter now many times i leave him...He's always waiting for me with open arms.
the prodigal daughter has returned.
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