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August 29, 2014

come to me all who are weary


 
Weariness. It’s a word that vibrates through our being when we hear it. It makes us think of long dragging hours when we cannot find the strength to move, when our minds turn blank and our eyes close heavily. It describes our surrender to Life’s challenges and frustrations. 

Satan takes advantage of our tiredness. He knows that our walls of fortitude have fallen and we are too weak to resist. “When you were weary and worn out, they met you on your journey and attacked all who were lagging behind; they had no fear of God.” –Deuteronomy 25:18

God doesn’t want that to happen; He offers us a constant, unwavering invitation to find rest in Him. Do we accept his invitation? Or do we shrug it off and say ‘I can handle this. I’m not tired.’ We try so hard to do things on our own, but all we end up doing is getting angry and spinning in circles until something trips us up. It’s humiliating and exhausting. We hate it, yet we keep trying with a dogged determination.  God spoke to this people, to whom he said, “This is the resting place, let the weary rest”; and, “This is the place of repose”—but they would not listen.” Isaiah 28:11-12
 
What if we accepted God’s beckoning call? Would the inward battling go away? Would the burden of exhaustion be lifted from our shoulders? Yes! God remains faithful to his promise and gives us the quiet strengthening peace that we ask for. He protects us; He surrounds us with His favor as with a shield. Not even Satan can reach us and runs away defeated! Weariness no longer hinders our soul and we soar on wings like eagles.
“Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:30-31
 

August 27, 2014

spinach chips

      I have never liked spinach at all. One of my earliest memories was when Mom handed me stewed spinach on a plate and I stared at it in startled terror. It was nasty stuff—not even Popeye could beguile me to try it.

            Now that I am older and wiser, I am trying to reform my eating habits, which means spinach and other green things are necessities.
I get to be adventurous and try exotic things like yogurt covered fruit, feta with zucchini, and spinach chips.  

 
Spinach chips are the easiest things to make in the world. Just a little olive oil, some sea salt and herbs—bake them for 15 min. at 300 degrees and voila! You’ve got a healthy snack to last you till the next meal.  (You can find a more detailed recipe here.)
 
 
Note to self: take it easy on the sea salt the next time.

August 20, 2014

~happy list~

ahahahaha
finding that one special book at the library
 
seeing the big dipper every night when I go to walk the dogs
 
hundreds of little toads hopping about after a big rain
 
buying my first pair of elephant pants
 
spider webs. and running smack dab into them.
 
rediscovering things you forgot you had
 
curling up in a handmade quilt
 
the creaking of a western saddle when you ride
 
listening to music while I cook
 
smelling every single candle in the country store
 
chaotic family reunions with laughter and too much food
 
wildflowers along the highway
 
concocting a smoothie with random things you find in the freezer 

getting sticky hugs from my nieces and nephews
 
life.

August 11, 2014

mason jars and barnwood

      A couple of months ago, my sister Elissa got their old barn pulled down. I was greedy (as I sometimes am) and asked for some pieces of barn wood. Of course I asked with good intentions of doing something wonderful with it, but instead the wood sat in our garage for quite some time. Just recently I stumbled across this picture and spontaneously decided to try something like it. It was easy to figure out, and because Dad helped me with all the manly stuff (like drilling) my lovely project was finished quickly.

      Here is the end result-- with some summery yellow flowers from our garden.

 

August 9, 2014

city life

          I profess to be a country girl--but technically I'm not. This past spring, we moved to the 'city' and it's taken us a while to break ourselves in. I still love the country, (and would prefer it any day) but now I'm beginning to see the finer points of city life.

 
 

 



 



Catherine and I went to see 'Guys and Dolls'! Gaaa! Soo much fun!!!


 
The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

August 5, 2014

~being yourself~

          Just the other day, while I was wasting a few minutes on the internet, this ad popped up. (Thanks a lot, viruses for flooding my computer with useless tabs.)  It said something to this effect: “10 ways to become a new person and gain popularity.” My first reaction was to cringe with disbelief; then I simply gaped with revulsion at the horror of this advertisement. Who would ever want to change their personality merely to ‘get’ friends?  

            Slow down there Laurel. I’m pretty sure you’ve wanted to trade out your identity before. 
 
I am not an outgoing person. It’d be easier for me to cut a hole in the ceiling and fall through than to converse with a stranger or tell stories at a party. Instead, I am perfectly content to hang back and listen—maybe respond with some simple phrases like: “yeah! I know what you mean!” “really? That sound’s great!” etc.
Society doesn’t exactly deem this behavior as “attention-worthy.” That’s harsh—I know ‘cause I’ve been there. If you’re not the life of the party, then you feel like people are judging you for even showing up. If you can’t tell funny jokes or make people laugh, then you feel like a total failure. And you wish—that for once in your life—charisma was a tangible thing and you could steal it.
Yup. I’ve wanted to change my identity plenty of times. But (even if it were possible) would that be the logical thing to do?  
            I think not. God made us the way he intended us. He is a purposeful God—perfect in every way, so I don’t believe he made a mistake when he gave us our reserved and quiet natures. That doesn’t mean we will ever be popular by the world’s standards, but we won’t be ‘friendless’ either. In fact, our friends (no matter how few) will always be more true and loving towards us than hundreds of fans. 
            So have confidence in yourself! You’re not socially backwards—and you definitely don’t need some article on the internet telling you to ‘become a new person’ just to ‘gain popularity.’ Just be yourself.