Oops.

So remember when I said that I would be a really good blogger?

I may have made bold promises about regular posting…

Yeah, about that…

I took a brief sabbatical from blogging. I don’t even really know what that word actually entails, but I always hear it thrown around amongst intellectuals. That means it must be a legitimate excuse.

Sabbaticals shmagatticals.

Here are some quick updates from my past few months:

1. I won a car. Then I didn’t. It’s a very long and sad story.

2. I went to Poland! Telling Polish people about Jesus was an absolute JOY!

3. Two words. Cheer Coach. That’s my current job title. You will hear more about this later.

4. I started a year-long Discipleship Training School with my church. Game changer right there. Woah.

5. Uganda in April! Literal dream come true. Last summer, I had a dream that I went to Uganda and now I am in real life. Neat.

6. I fell in love with San Diego, California.

7. I got a pet fox! Meet Hemingway.

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This is a BIG FAT LIE! I WISH this little guy was all mine. Someday…

8. I am now the queen of homemade salsa. Do yourself a favor and make this recipe.

THE BEST SALSA IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.

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Ingredients

  • 1- 14 oz can diced tomatoes
  • 1- 10 oz can Rotel
  • 1/2 small onion, roughly chopped
  • 1 clove garlic, peeled
  • 1/2-1 jalapeno, seeded or not (depends on how spicy you are)
  • 1 teaspoon honey
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cumin
  • small to medium size handful of cilantro, washed
  • juice of 1 lime

Directions

  1. Put all ingredients in food processor or magic bullet and pulse to combine for 30 seconds or so until all the ingredients are finely chopped and salsa is desired consistency. Don’t let it get too watery. No one likes that. Taste for seasoning and adjust to taste (aka add more salt). Serve with chips or any other wonderful Mexican creation. You’re welcome.

9. I went to Baton Rouge to visit an Antioch church plant this past fall. Geaux Tigers.

10. My next move in life is still TBD. Possibilities are endless and I’m dreaming big.

Okay, that’s all I’ve got for now. Hopefully it will be less than 10 months until I post my next musings and pondering thoughts.

No promises though.

xoxo

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home sweet waco.

Waco has a pretty unfortunate reputation. Google Image “Waco” and see what comes up. Go ahead and do it right now just for grins.

The first image is none other than the Branch Davidian siege. Yep, we are known for the crazies. My junior year of college I went on a trip to Europe for New Years. My roommate and I put on our big girl pants and decided to take on an adventure of a lifetime. When people asked where we were from, we would say Waco. The common response? Oh, that’s where the David Koresh thing happened. That is how most Germans know our city. Cool…

I haven’t always loved Waco. My freshman year at Baylor, I couldn’t wait to leave. But, as the years went by, the city began growing on me. I began to actively involve myself in the community and the city won me over.

I’ve been asked if I am called to Waco. My response? Today I am.

I want to live my life in the present. That doesn’t mean that I don’t learn from the past or dream for the future. That just means that I want to embrace what God has given me here and now.

I do love this city. That doesn’t mean that I will be here forever…who knows where God will call me next. But I am here for now, and I plan on investing in my city while I am here.

I’d like to challenge you to do the same. Wherever you call home, make it YOUR home.

P.S. This was taken on the European adventure I referenced. Don’t judge me for wearing Uggs. It was cold…

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cadbury mini eggs and other thoughts on easter.

Easter is coming! Do you know what that means?

Yes. That’s right. Cadbury Mini Eggs.

They are an addiction of mine. I just ate half a bag. I’m pretty positive the third ingredient listed on the label is crack. They call to me.

Maybe your struggle isn’t talking chocolate eggs. Maybe yours is something much deeper. Something much more painful. I know I have those too. Things we have turned to in times of pain when we don’t choose to turn to Jesus.

Easter. Resurrection Day. The day Christ defeated death itself.

John Piper writes, “If your life is flat, empty, without exhilaration, without significance, without a single and fulfilling orientation, it is because you do not see the risen Christ for who he really is…For if we could keep in view the risen Christ as he really is, our bottomless appetite for beauty and greatness and wonder would find satisfaction, and our lives would be unending worship and joyful obedience.”

I want that! Unending worship! Joyful obedience!

We were made for the joy of finding beauty in God alone. But instead of looking to him to find the beauty we were created for, we spend our time pursuing things of the world to feed our insatiable desire to admire greatness and beauty. I once heard the statement that, “God put us within sight of Mt. Everest, but we pull down the shades and show slides from a projector of a dirt hill.”

No one really wants the dirt hill. Yet, we choose to replay the slide over and over again. Nothing of this world can satisfy our heart’s deepest longings. Sure they make life bearable. They bring short-term happiness. But do they provide life-long joy? Do they compare to the moments you have scrapped the projector screen, torn down the blinds, and thrown open the window to really experience the magnificent glory of the RISEN Christ?

He is enough. He satisfies every longing of the heart. Even the longing for Cadbury Mini Eggs.

jesus loves you.

First off, I am a nerd. I can literally sit down and read books all day. Give me a rainy day and a good book and I am a happy happy girl.

Recently, I’ve been focused on reading books by authors who have spent their lives running rescue shops. Floyd McClung is definitely a rescue shop runner. I’m absolutely enthralled by his book, “Living on the Devil’s Doorstep.” The autobiography tells the exciting story of him and his wife’s journeys through Afghanistan, India, Amsterdam, and everywhere in between. Their mission? To love the lost and broken.

One statement he makes in the book is, “It is easier to say, ‘Jesus loves you,’ and move on swiftly than to say, ‘Jesus loves you, and I do, too…’ because the latter demands that you take time to demonstrate and live up to that claim.”

I share the love of Jesus with strippers. Women who have been told and shown their whole lives that they are worthless and will never amount to anything. Women who have truly suffered in ways I can’t even begin to understand.

It’s so easy to tell them that Jesus loves them. He does! He has a plan for their lives and He knows each of them by name. He knows each of their stories and longs for a relationship with them. But the moment I hugged a dancer friend goodbye one afternoon and said the words, “love ya”…I paused.

Do I really love her? Is this just what I say? Do I mean it? Would I die for her?

I have learned an awful lot about what it means to love others as I’ve worked with Jesus Said Love this year. I don’t have it figured out and I will spend the rest of my life learning how to love people the way Jesus does, but the Lord has spoken to my heart in this area in so many ways.

He is showing me that real love is loving freely. It is loving without expecting anything in return. Really loving someone involves patience and kindness, even when they don’t deserve it. It is loving someone regardless of what the relationship can do for you. Real love means forgiveness. Loving someone means believing the best in them instead of holding onto their failures. Real love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. Sound familiar? 1 Corinthians 13. That’s right, my little speech on love is straight up biblical and I take zero credit for it.

I continually pray that I would see God’s children the way He does. That I would see the Lord’s heart for the people around me. That what breaks His heart would break mine. That I would love relentlessly the way Jesus loves me. I don’t deserve the love of Christ. I never will. But He loves me anyway. That’s grace. That’s the gospel. That is something worth dying for.

I do love my dancer friend. It’s really hard sometimes. It takes time. It’s messy. But Paul says in Corinthians that love endures ALL things. Not some. Not the things that are easy to deal with. Real love endures all things. And I love her through it all because Christ loved me first. He set the ultimate example of love.

I’d say that’s a pretty good example to follow.

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welcome to my blog! take 318,947…

I’ve started this blog thing many times. I’m pretty sure I have at least 23 created out there somewhere. Each with 3.4 posts. But this time is different! I know these same words are written on 22 of my 23 blogs, but this time I really mean it.

To preface, this is not a themed blog. It is a hodge podge. Fancy free ponderings if you will. Sure, I may share a recipe or two. Maybe a random photo here or there. But overall, I just really want to write about how amazing God is.

This brings me to my next point, the title of my fancy free collective of writings. The rescue shop. C.T. Studd is a stud! And if you read the quote below my title, you will find one of my favorite quotes in the whole wide world. It’s actually more than a quote, it’s vision. Vision for how I want to live my life. This will be my outlet for sharing the sweet, incredible, bizarre, and sometimes terrifying stories and revelations that come my way as I choose to live a life based on loving the unloved and on bringing the light of Christ to the darkest places.

So ready or not…here I go.

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