Things that I love:
Buying and eating fresh East Texas peaches from the pic-n-pac on my way into town. There is no way to eat them without juice running all over your face and strings getting stuck in your teeth, but that’s what I love about it. You have to get a little messy. But the taste is so worth it.
Writing in books. Doggy-earing pages and underlining perfect sentences and folding back the cover as if to show dominance. You are MY book.
Talking to campers’ parents on the phone at camp. Some of these moms are CRAZY. But its only because they love their kids SO much, and that’s a really fun thing to be a part of. IF I ever have kids, I want to be that kind of unashamed mother…you just want good things for your kids so badly that you don’t care how stupid you sound or ridiculous you look. That’s true love.
Sitting in coffee shops. You see the most interesting people, learn about new drink combinations that other people made up, talk to random strangers, and get to spend time alone, but be in this little coffee shop community all at the same time. I think there will be coffee shops in heaven. And I’m looking forward to spending a significant amount of my time there.
Working for an organization that I totally believe in and support. It’s one of the most comforting feelings to be able to truly trust your leadership at all levels and know that there is purpose in the way things are run. It also makes it much more fulfilling to be able to use the specific gifts and talents that the Lord has given me in order to contribute, even if in very small ways, to this type of ministry. Not because I need to find significance for myself, but because I know that this ministry is significantly impacting the lives of God’s children and I am so blessed to be a part of it.
Good music. It just makes life better.
Friendships. And relationships. And marriages. And families. And all the different types of entities that the Lord has blessed us with in order to know Him and His love better.
We are so blessed.
This afternoon, my sweet mom reminded me of the story in Luke 17 when Jesus heals the ten men with leprosy. They ran to show themselves to the priests as proof of their healing but only one turned around.
“One of them, when he saw he was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. He threw himself at Jesus’ feet and thanked him.” (v. 15-16).
I want to be like the one. I want to run and yell and praise God in a loud voice and throw myself at Jesus’ feet because of the ways he has healed me and blessed me. But so often, I am consumed with whats “wrong” or what I think I am lacking and forget to turn back.
“Were not all ten cleansed? Where are the other nine? Was no one found to return and give praise to God except this foreigner?” (v. 17-18).
Man, I just don’t want to be like that.
How is it possible to wake up every morning with the knowledge of what the Lord has done for us and not live our lives in unceasing praise?
Let’s just take delight in Him and let that be what sets us apart.