On Being a Lady

If you know me at all, you know that I am obsessed with all things Grace Kelly, and all things from the 1950's. Women back then were so classy. They were ladies--something that we don't see much in our anything-goes-society nowadays. So, here is my list of what it takes to be a lady. Feel free to add your own requirements in the comments!

1. Encourage chivalry.

I once read an article entitled, "Chivalry is Dead--And You Killed it, Ladies." While I don't agree that chivalry is hopelessly lost, it certainly takes effort to find these days. As a lady, it's your job to encourage chivalry whenever/wherever you encounter it. If a guy takes the time to do something nice for you, take half a second of your life and thank him. This doesn't just apply to your boyfriend/husband/significant other. If any guy holds a door for you, carries something for you, etc., then look him in the eye, smile, and say, "Thank you." It doesn't matter who the guy is--old, young, smelly, scary, cute, annoying, whatever. Take the time to thank him.


2. Dress like a lady.
"Your dresses should be tight enough to show you're a woman, and loose enough to show that you're a lady."--Edith Head, Hitchcock's costume designer for Grace Kelly.

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Here is a fact about the world:  People are going to judge you by your appearance.  No, it's not fair.  No, it's not always accurate.  But that's the way the world works--and it's not going to make an exception for you.  If you dress like you're easy, the world is going to treat you as if you're easy.  So, dress like you respect yourself.  Dress as if you're priceless--because you are.
My absolute favorite book on this topic is Secret Keeper by Dannah Gresh.  It's a little bitty book that is to the point without being at all legalistic-- which is hard to do when the topic is modesty.  If you haven't read it, you need to.  It's well worth your time.

3.  Care about other people.

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I have a confession--I'm really bad at this one.  I'm usually not rude to other people--I just ignore them.  Ladies make time for other people. I've tried to adopt this mentality toward people that help me--cashiers, waiters, etc.  I try to smile at them and ask them how they're doing.  Just because they work at Wal-Mart doesn't mean they're not a real person!  I really need to apply this to my family as well--just because I live with them doesn't mean I don't need to care about how they're doing.

4. Speak like a lady.

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A true lady never stoops to being rude--but she gets her point across just the same.  Ladies never swear or use crude language (which means I have to stop saying "crap" all the time... hmmm.)  A lady is in no way a doormat--she commands respect in the way she speaks. This is where I have the most work to do.  I'm brutally honest.  I need to better learn how to speak truth without being harsh or ugly.

5.  Wear pearls.

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Ok, so wearing pearls doesn't automatically make you a lady.  But in my experience, it definitely helps. 

6. Carry yourself like a lady.

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If you act like you're confident, you will become confident.  If you walk like you're insecure, you will become more insecure.  So smile.  Walk with purpose.  Hold your head high.  Sit gracefully.  Walk--don't clomp, shuffle, or strut.  (However, skipping is allowed at appropriate times, as is dancing.)

7.  Smile.  Laugh.  Enjoy life.

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Being a lady does not mean you have no sense of humor!  In every situation, there is something to laugh at.  Look for it.

8. Love Jesus.  Recognize who you are in Him.

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Everything else flows out of this. And nothing else matters if this doesn't happen.

9.  Raise your standards.

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You are valuable.  But if you don't act like it, very few people will treat you like you are.  So raise your standards.  Don't date guys who treat you like anything less than a princess.  Don't do things that a lady wouldn't do.  Be nice to people when you feel like being rude.  Treat others as if they are ladies and gentlemen--no matter their age, appearance, smell, or status.  If you can do this, you will be a lady.

Many Arrows

As most of y'all know, I'm the oldest of 11 kids.  Yeah, yeah, I've heard all the jokes--multiple times.  "Don't your parents know what causes that?" "Did your parents never watch tv?" "Must be cold at your house during the winter."  They were funny at first, but now I just want to ask people, "Can you not come up with a more original response??"

I get it.  Having a family that big is weird.  Sometimes I will tell people that I'm from a big family and I can actually see them putting me in the box labeled "Crazy." At that point, I always say, very decidedly, "And I LOVE it." Then they move me from the "Crazy" box to the "Really Crazy" box.  Which is fine with me. Because those people aren't hurting my feelings.  I actually feel sorry for them.  Narrow minds.

Here's the deal. My mom and dad used to buy into that worldview too.  My mom had a very decided opinion about people with large families.  "Those children are nothing but a number.  There's no way their parents have enough time to get to know each one of them."  My parents were going to wait and time their children so that they could give them "the best life possible."  However, during their marriage counseling, their youth pastor, Jim Gibson, offered them a foreign--ok, let's just say crazy--point of view.  He encouraged them to go to the Bible and look at God's views on children.  How did He feel about them?  What if God wanted them to trust Him with the number and timing of their children?  After all, God is the Creator of life, the greatest blessing on earth.  But my parents weren't willing to listen. Yet.

My mom was on birth control for around a year after she married my dad.  But God began to change their hearts about having children.  Every time the Bible mentions having children, they are portrayed as a blessing.  In contrast, a barren womb was commonly believed to be a curse.  (Now, I know that this was in the days where the more children you had, the more food you could grow.  I also know that we don't live in those days anymore.  But I don't think God's changed His mind.)  So, my parents began to question.  God says children are a blessing.  Did they really believe that?  Did they really, honestly believe God would only give them children to bless them?  Kids are expensive these days!!!  But... Jesus  said, "Don't worry, saying, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear?' For the idolaters eagerly seek all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be provided for you" (Matthew 6:31-33).  Did my parents really believe that?  If God gave them a ton of children, would He provide the money to clothe, feed, and educate them all???  How would they have time to spend with each kid?  What if each kid wound up being "just a number"?  Is it even possible to be a good parent with lots of kids?


And all the while God was saying, "Don't worry.  Trust Me.  Believe my Word."


Belief is never just in your head.  What you believe is shown in your actions.  Who and what you trust is revealed in what you do.  My parents learned this.  So, what were they going to do about it? 


They responded in obedience.  And God blessed that.  He blessed my parents with a lot of things--friends, a house, vehicles, income, food, clothing--but I promise you, if you ask them what the biggest blessing in their life is, they will tell you that it is their children.  They love us.  They support us.  When I was in high school my dad came to almost every single basketball game, even though I "played bench" most of the time.  When I was 6 they carted me and 4 other siblings to soccer practice, and never missed any of our games.  They spend pretty much the whole month of December getting the perfect Christmas presents for every last one of us.  My mom taught all of us to read, write, and learn. My dad takes a different boy to breakfast each Saturday, and a girl to lunch on Mondays.  They are there for every single one of us.  We're all different; we each present a special set of challenges.  They're up to the task.


I've had people tell me, "You know, if there weren't so many of you, you could take a vacation every year.  Go to Disney World or something.  You could do a lot more."  Do you know what pops into my head when I hear that?  I hear, "You know, if Amy, or Caleb, or Michael, or Sarah, or John didn't exist, you could go on a lot more vacations.  You'd get more Christmas presents if Bethany, Jacob, Andrew, Jared, or Joshua weren't in your life."

Guess what? I went to Disney World once. I was 17 and it took my family over a year to save up for all of us to go.  It was absolutely fantastic. But I wouldn't trade a single one of my siblings for it.  And, in order to have a so-called "normal" family, I wouldn't have to trade one sibling. I'd have to trade 8 or 9.  No thanks.  I'll take the craziness please.

All of us with my Granny and Papa.

"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth.

Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!

He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate."  Psalm 127:3-5

Guys 101: What My Brothers Have Taught Me About the Male Species

Every girl should have at least one brother.  I'm lucky--I have 7.  They come in handy whenever you have something heavy that needs moving, or a lawn that needs mowing, or someone that needs beating up.  They're also very helpful when it comes to decoding the male mind.  Over the years I've learned a lot from my brothers about relating to guys. So, here are some of the things I've learned:

(Note: I realize this list is made up of generalizations and that not all guys are identical.  Nevertheless, I've found these things to be true for most of the guys I've interacted with.  Cut me some slack y'all.)

The males in my family, left to right:  Daddy, Joshua, John, Jacob, Jared, Andrew, Caleb, and Michael

*It's physically impossible for them to take a hint.  Girls are always reading into things, so we naturally expect guys to do the same.  But they don't.  It's not that they're stupid, or that they don't want to "get" what we're trying to tell them.  They just aren't mind readers.  If you want something, you have to be specific and straight up tell them. For some reason, a lot of girls seem to think this is "unromantic."  It's like they think, "If he loves me, he will KNOW what I want!"  Not only is this unfair to guys, it also won't get you what you want.  So, if you want that one thing for your birthday--TELL HIM.  Don't make the poor guy agonize over what in the world he's supposed to get for you.

*It's not that they're unemotional.  They just don't feel the need to broadcast their emotions to the world.  Girls relate by communicating and expressing how they feel.  Guys relate by... just hanging out. (As far as I can tell.)  So, when they do express emotion--pay attention.  It's important.

*Their taste in girls makes no sense to the female species.  It drives me crazy.  I will see a girl that I think is absolutely gorgeous, and my brothers will say, "Eh, she's all right."  And I'll think, "What hope is there for the rest of us?!?" I've basically given up on what makes a girl pretty--there's no rhyme or reason to it as far as I can tell.  Plus, it's different from guy to guy.  One thing I do know, though...

*They hate tons of makeup.  Now, they will TELL you that they hate all makeup.  This is untrue.  If you have no makeup on, they will comment on how tired you look.  If you have on natural makeup--foundation that matches your skin tone, mascara, and light lipstick--they will think you're not wearing makeup.  I've tested this theory on more than just my brothers, and it's never failed yet.  But if you're wearing dark eyeliner, lots of eyeshadow, and dark lipstick, they think you look fake.  (Or else, as Michael once told me, "You look like you've been punched in both eyes.")


*They actually have great fashion sense.  Seriously.  It all depends on how you ask them.  If you say, "How does this look?", they will reply with "Fine" about 98% of the time.  On the other hand, if you say, "Which shoes/skirt/earrings/top do you like better?", they will have a definite opinion--and in my experience, it's usually a good one!  Just last week I was at camp, trying to decide which pair of shoes to wear with a dress.  I ran down to ask John--I call him and Michael my "shoe gurus."  He was standing with a fairly large group of guys, and when I asked him, they all proceeded to give me their opinion:  My dress was more relaxed and "beachy", so I should stick with the strappy flat sandals instead of the heels.  I ask my brothers questions like this allll the time, so it was cool to find out that it's not just them.


*They have an opinion on everything.  But they've also figured out that when a girl asks for someone else's opinion, she's really just asking them to agree with her.  So they usually don't want to give their opinion, for fear that it's the wrong one.  Because of this, I try not to ask for an opinion from a guy unless I'm actually ok with him giving his OWN opinion and not mine.  If I want him to just agree with me, I'll usually say something like, "I need you to tell me that _______."  


*They hate drama.  If you have a problem, and you approach them with it in a dramatic way, they shut down.  This creates problems for both of you--you feel like he doesn't care, and he's irritated that you're making a big deal out of nothing.  I think girls feel like they have to make everything look like a big deal, so that they can feel justified in dealing with it.  After all, we'll feel like we're nagging if we point out a little problem right?  But this backfires pretty badly.  So, girls.... let's all just CALM DOWN PLEASE!!!!  Haha.


So, guys, are my brothers pretty normal, or have I picked up some screwball ideas about males from them?  Girls, do you have any amazing insight into the male mind?  Let me know!

The L-Word, part 2

Before reading this post, read part 1 here.

So, to love God, we have to obey Him.  Everything we have must belong to Him.  How does this translate into our everyday lives?

If you love someone, you begin to take an interest in what they enjoy.  You love what they love.  So... what does God love?  What commandment does He most desire that we obey?

"One of the scribes approached.  When he heard them debating and saw that Jesus answered them well, he asked Him, 'Which commandment is the most important of all?'
'This is the most important,' Jesus answered:  'Listen, Israel!  The Lord our God, the Lord is One.  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.  The second is: Love your neighbor as yourself.  There is no other commandment greater than these."  (Mark 12:28-31)

So, if we love God, we'll obey Him... and the two greatest commandments are to love God, and love people.  Ok, so the first part is a little redundant.  We love God by... loving God.  Duh Rachel.  Great insight, I know.  But what about the second part? How do we love people?

Galatians 5:13 tells us that we have been "called to freedom" in order to "serve one another through love."  Service is a form of giving--just as Jesus gave to us by serving, we're called to love others by serving them.  This means that their needs come above our own.  We are to "outdo one another in showing honor."  (Rom. 12:10b)  This can be applied in pretty obvious ways--letting someone go before us in line, helping to clean up a mess we didn't make, opening the door for someone when their hands are full.  But come on y'all.  Even unbelievers do that stuff.  Especially here in Oklahoma.  So how do we, as followers of the greatest Servant of all, take it to another level?

What if we tried to work out our problems with people instead of gossiping about them to our friends?  What if we actually "spoke the truth in love" instead of just coming and sitting in church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night? What if we set aside time to disciple younger believers?  What if we found a spot where we could work, not for us, but for the Kingdom of God?  What if we were patient with the people that irritate us most?  What if we stopped thinking about ourselves so much and started seeing others as God's favorite people?  God will use our simple, boring, everyday lives if we just give it to Him. Our only other option is to keep it and screw it up!

Like I said earlier, serving is a form of giving.  Love, at its core, is giving.  If there's no giving... it's not really love.  Take marriage for example.  If people get married to get the most happiness they can for themselves... the marriage fails.  On the other hand, if both people want what's best for the other person, then they are willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen.  They spend time, money, and energy--because they love that person.  So, if we want to love other people, the way God loves them, we have to give to them.

I'm what most people think of as a "broke college student."  By American standards, I'm not wealthy.  But if you take the average incomes of everyone in the world... I'm in the top 10%.  That's right.  A part-time bank teller makes more than 90% of the world.  I'm rich.  I don't have to worry about where my next meal is coming from.  I have WAY too many clothes. (God's been convicting me of this lately... I need to do something about that.)  I eat fast food way more than I should.  My point is this:  God has given me an abundance of good things.  I don't believe He intended these good things to stop with me.  I believe He wants me to use the good things He has given me to love others.  This isn't just a tithe.  About 5 years ago, I came to the conclusion that tithing 10% is only the very first step.  If I only let God have 10% of my check, that's all He can bless.  The more I give Him, the more He can use me.

The final way that we can love people is the toughest one for me.  If we love people, we will tell them about what Jesus has done in our lives.  Yes, if we're serving and giving, people will see that and wonder why.  They will see the glory of God in us.  But it's our job to follow up on that by telling them about the One who has completely changed us.  I don't know about you, but for some reason this thought makes me really uncomfortable.  Probably because I'm afraid that I will not say the right things, and people will reject Jesus, and I will feel like it's my fault, that I did something wrong.  But last week one of the speakers at Falls Creek told a story about a friend that really encouraged me.  This friend felt like God had called him to share the gospel with at least one person every day for a month.  He ended up witnessing to 30 people.  Guess how many people rejected the gospel?  My guess was about 24--I'm an optimist, I know.  Know what the answer was? Three.  That's right.  Ninety percent of the people the man shared with accepted Christ.  If we obey God, He will go before us.  So we have no excuse not to share God's love with the people around us!

Most of us would say "Of course I love God!'  But what if a random person watched everything we did for a week?  What would they say we loved?

There is a small church that brings in its deposit to my bank.  Sometimes I'm the teller that runs it.  There are probably between two and three hundred checks in this deposit.  I would be willing to bet that about 75% of those checks are for $25 or less.  Maybe 20% are $10.  So, if these people are tithing 10%... they are living off of no more than $250 a week--assuming they get paid on a weekly basis.  Somehow I just don't believe that.  And neither does the world.  Our selfishness is equivalent to looking at a burning building and spitting on it, when the fire hydrant is only a few feet away.  God deserves so much more than our leftovers y'all. He is worthy of everything that I have to give.

I've always said that I don't want a guy to say "the l-word" to me until he's ready to back it up with some commitment.  As I told my dad, if a guy tells me he loves me after he's known me for a month or two, "He doesn't love me.  He just thinks I'm really, really cute and he likes the way I make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside."  Love isn't about feelings.  It's about actions.  "But God proves His own love for us in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us!" (Rom. 5:8, emphasis added.)  Jesus doesn't just get the "warm fuzzies" for us.  He left unimaginable glory, came to a stable filled with straw and animal dung, healed the sick, fed the hungry, and reached out to the outcasts.  Then He allowed Himself to be brutally beaten, mocked, spit on, and finally had iron spikes nailed to His hands and feet... for us.  


That's love.

How dare we throw that word around so lightly.

Will you choose to love God?



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The L-Word, part 1

I was going to try to fit all of my thoughts in one post, but it turned out to be really long... So I will post part 2 tomorrow.

You know which word I mean.  Love.  We use it all the time. "I love ice cream."  "I love the Sooners."  "I love naps."  It's a common word.  People stress about who says it first in a relationship, and whether or not it's said too soon.  I know someone who said "I love you" to a guy after 1 week of dating.  Little bit ridiculous.  But anyway... what does the word "love" mean??  What does it look like to love our parents? Our siblings? Our coworkers? Our friends?

Today's culture would have us believe that love is what makes us feel good.  "Being in love" is desirable because it makes us happy.  Loving someone means that you want to bee with them all the time, that they make you feel good.  (This goes for friendships and family members, as well as for romantic relationships.) But, this version of love is shallow and deceptive.  What happens when a person you "love" has a habit that really grates on your nerves? Like biting their nails... or crunching on ice really loudly... or ALWAYS putting the toilet paper facing "the wrong way" on the roller?  Or what if they just really tick you off? What if they hurt you?  What if they betray you?  Obviously, none of these things make you feel good.  So, according to the world... you don't love them any more.  Because they aren't giving you that "warm fuzzy" feeling.  And that feeling is love... Isn't it?

Luckily for us poor screwed up humans, Jesus' view of love isn't nearly this shallow.  His version of love is selfless instead of selfish.  Jesus' version of love included a LOT of giving.  In fact, He ended up giving His life, the most precious possession humans have (John 15:13).  This concept of selflessness flies in the face of everything our culture tries to tell us about love. Josh Harris writes, "The world takes us to a silver screen on which flickering images of passion and romance play, and as we watch, the world says, 'This is love.'  God takes us to the foot of a tree on which a naked and bloodied man hangs and says, 'This is love.'"

Oh, how He loves us.  He gave us everything, and we deserved none of it.  So... How are we, as followers of Christ, supposed to respond to this love??

As humans, we naturally express love for something by worshipping it--by giving it worth.  If you're a Sooner fan, this means you wear the crimson and cream, and you scream like crazy when OU gets a touchdown.  If you're a Josh Turner fan (or whoever your favorite band/music artist is), you buy their album the minute it comes out on iTunes.  If you're a COD fan, you stay up til 5 AM playing it.  You devote a lot of time and energy to what you love--you give it worth.  So how do we worship God?  Well... what gives God worth?  John 14:15:  "If you love me, you will keep my commandments."  So... WORSHIP IS OBEDIENCE.  And obedience is worship.  Nothing else counts as worship.  If we raise our hands and sing and get all emotional over the worship music on Sunday mornings, and then don't tithe... we're not worshipping.  If we only listen to Christian music but then refuse to admit we're wrong when we hurt someone... we're not worshipping.  If we read our Bibles 364 days out of the year and then talk negatively about people we don't like... Yep, you guessed it.  We're not worshipping.  I Samuel 15:22 says, "Then Samuel said: Does the Lord take pleasure in burnt offerings and sacrifices as much as in obeying the Lord?  Look: to obey is better than sacrifice, to pay attention is better than the fat of rams."  God feels loved when we obey Him.

Now, I'm an oldest child.  I've always struggled with obedience.  And God's version of obedience is especially hard for me. You see, God almost NEVER tells me WHY He wants me to do something.  He just says to do it.  I really, really don't like this.  I want to know why God tells me to do something, and I want to know exactly what's going to happen if I do it.  But that's not how God works.  We will never know why we are told to do something until we do it.  "It's in the obedience that we find the why." (Andy Harrison)  As followers of Christ, we are called to do "the next thing."  We don't get to know the whole story, at least not right now.  We're just called to obey him by taking the next step.


And here's the thing: if you love God, you want to obey him.  This doesn't mean it's easy--but the desire to do what God wants becomes the most important thing in your life.  Ed Newton says, "If you're trying to earn God's approval through obedience, [His commands] are burdensome.  It's when you obey God because of love that His commands are not a burden."  This makes sense.  If a friend calls you randomly and asks a favor, chances are you're more than willing to help them out.  If a random person walks up to you and says you owe them that same favor... you're not going to be as happy about doing it.  You'll probably hate every second of it, and do as little as you can possibly get away with.  If we see God as the big Rule-Maker in the sky, we're not exactly going to be looking for ways to show love to Him.  But if we see Him as the Lover of our souls... then we begin to pursue Him with everything that we are.


If I'm going to show love to God... That means He gets everything. No "buts" or "exceptions."  He gets my car, my friends, my clothes, my music, my computer, my Facebook, my relationships, my plans, and my paycheck.  And anything else you can think of.  God is worthy of everything that I have.  A few weeks ago my pastor said, "If there's anything in your life that you wouldn't be willing to give up if God asked for it--it needs to go."  Because if you're not willing to give something up for God--then what are you saying is most valuable to you?


"We love because He first loved us." 1 John 4:19

          

Random Stuff About Me

Hey y'all.  It's been awhile.  I have a few blog topics I'm semi-working on right now, but for today, I thought I'd do something a little different and post a few random facts about myself.  You know, sort of like the whole Facebook "25 Random things" craze a year or so ago.  Also, if you have any questions you'd like me to answer, or topics you think I should write about, let me know in the comments!! Please!!!

*My favorite flowers are daisies and roses.  I can't pick between the two.  But, I'm not a huge fan of colored daisies, only the white ones.  Also, red roses are the BEST.  Pink ones are ok, and any other color pretty much doesn't count.

*I love to drive.  If gas was free, I might just get in my car and drive all day.

*My favorite gems are pearls and sapphires.  Diamonds are so cliche. Haha.  Also, white gold is much classier than yellow gold.

*I LOVE my middle name.  Especially with my first name.  "Rachel Elizabeth" means "God's consecrated lamb."  How cool is that?? (This is one of my future blog topics.)

*My pet peeves: people who smell bad.  People who aren't real. Gray areas.  People who think they know everything.

*Things I wish I was better at:  dancing. Basketball.  Talking to people. Keeping my temper.

*One of my favorite things to do is walk around outside and just look around me.  At night, during the day, in the city, or in my neighborhood--I love it.

*I love singing, and I love to dance.  I'm only good at the first one though.

*My favorite Disney princesses are Ariel and Aurora.  (I'm really bad at picking just one favorite thing--not sure if you noticed that....)

*Favorite smells: cologne. (If you're a good smelling guy, you're automatically attractive.  Seriously.)  Bacon! haha.  Clean laundry.  Summer thunderstorms.  Cucumbers.

*I love country music.  All you people that hate it are just wrong.  End of story.  Haha.

*If I'm in the car and I know the words to the song playing, I'm singing along.  Unless someone else is in the car with me.  Then I have to remind myself to be quiet.

*I love shoes.  But, my favorite pair is my black Old Navy flip flops.  Go figure.

*Someday I'm going to get an Australian terrier and name him Hemsworth.

*Boomer Sooner!!!  and Thunder up!!! Other than that, I don't really watch sports.

* I hate baseball. 

*I worked at Chick-fil-A for over 3 years.  When I quit, I swore I wouldn't eat there any more.  Now it's my favorite fast food restaurant.  Of course.

*I should've been born in the 50's.  People were so classy back then.  I want to be Grace Kelly.

Earning Approval

So, I haven't posted in over a month. I fail at life.  My excuse: for the past two weeks I've been enjoying my summer, and the two weeks before that I was taking finals and all that fun stuff.

You know, I’ve been doing the “Christian thing” my whole life. I grew up in church. While I’ve genuinely become a follower of Christ (You can read my story here), it’s been a struggle for me not to be a sort of modern-day Pharisee.  Paul says he was a “Hebrew born of Hebrews” (Phil. 3:5).  Well, I’ve always been a “Southern Baptist born of Southern Baptists.”  I was the kid who memorized the most Bible verses. I sang in the choir, went on mission trips, and when I got older I helped out in VBS and Awana.  Now, I can honestly say that most of the time, I wasn’t doing these things just so everyone would look at me and say, “Oh, she’s such a good Christian.” I also knew that I couldn’t earn my way into heaven or anything like that—only Jesus’ blood is sufficient to cover my sin.  But, at the same time, I never felt like God was satisfied with just me.  I felt like I had to be the best at whatever I did, or I was failing God.  I beat myself up if I was anything less than perfect—so, I beat myself up over everything.

I’m not sure why I did this.  Maybe it was because I had a false salvation experience  before I actually came to know Christ.  So, I felt a kind of need to “prove” that my second experience was real.  After all, when Jesus comes into your life he makes a change, right?  And I became a follower of Christ when I was 9.  It’s not like I had been on drugs, or sleeping around, or anything like that.  I didn’t have a “cool” testimony where Jesus had completely changed everything about me.  So, maybe I felt the need to do all these good things just to affirm that I was really a Christian.

As I got older, my love for Jesus grew.  I started singing in choir and helping out at church because I wanted to, not because I felt like I had to.  But at the same time, I never felt like I was good enough.  I just stopped trying so hard to be good, and just enjoyed myself. I did grow closer to God—I wasn’t backsliding or anything like that.  I just always had this part of me that felt like God was never quite satisfied with me.

In February 2010, I was a group leader at my church’s DiscipleNow weekend.  The speaker was A.T. Hargrave.  During one of the sessions, he said something that shifted my own little paradigm.  He was talking about how the Holy Spirit fills and guides us once we have chosen to follow Christ, and how our actions are supposed to reflect that.  Then he talked about our motivation for acting as Christ would.  Our motivation is supposed to be love, not obligation. We don’t need to earn God’s approval.

The way he put it was, “God doesn’t want your works—before OR after salvation.”

I thought, “Oh. I get it. That’s what I’ve been trying to do.”  I’d been thinking that if I did enough, gave enough, said enough, then God would be proud of me.  But He’s already proud of me. He loves me now, not after I’ve confessed every single sin I can think of.  Not after I’ve led someone to Christ.  Not after I’ve written a big check to my church.  He loves me now. He’s proud of me now.  And He approves of me now. 

While that was a “stepping stone” of sorts in my walk with Jesus, it’s come up again and again.  I’ve especially been dealing with it lately.  This morning in my quiet time I was reading John 16.  Jesus is headed to the Garden of Gethsemane , about to be arrested, tried, and crucified.  So He’s giving His disciples as much information as He possibly can about what’s coming.  He compares what’s about to happen to a woman in labor, saying “When a woman is in labor she has pain because her time has come.  But when she has given birth to a child, she no longer remembers the suffering because of the joy that a person has been born into the world. So you also have sorrow now.  But I will see you again.  Your hearts will rejoice, and no one will rob you of your joy.  In that day you will not ask Me anything.” (vv. 21-23a).

Then He tells them, “I assure you: Anything you ask the Father in My name, He will give you.  Until now you have asked for nothing in My name.  Ask and you will receive, that your joy may be complete.” (vv. 23b-24).

I paused after I read that.  “Anything you ask… He will give you.”  What did I want to ask for?  I started crying as I prayed, “God, I know you love me.  But I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel like I please you, or that I’m accepted by You.  Your word says that I’m covered by Your blood, that I’m holy, and that You love me.  Please just let me feel that God. I want to know it and not just keep telling myself it over and over. I’m asking this in Your Son’s name, God.”

And then, a few verses later, I read this:

“For the Father Himself loves you, because you have loved Me and have believed that I came from God.” (v. 27).

And a few verses later:

“Yet I [Jesus] am not alone, because the Father is with Me.  I have told you these things so that in Me you may have peace. You will have suffering in this world.  Be courageous! I have overcome the world.” (vv. 32b-33, emphasis added).

God is so good.  Did you catch that?? First, I got a word-for-word assurance that God loves me, not because of what I do, but because I have a relationship with His Son.  Next, God says that He wants me to have peace.  He doesn’t want me to live in doubt of Him and His love.  He told me exactly what I needed to hear. 

He is always faithful.  And He accepts me just as I am, because I’m His child. No works necessary.

Dialect Vlog

Ok, this is yet another idea I stole from meandmysoldierman... It's a really fun idea!  Here's the deal: you record yourself saying various words, and then answer questions.  The answers to the questions will differ depending on where you're from.  So... Enjoy!

Here's a list of the words and questions:

Aunt, Route, Wash, Oil, Theater, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, Sure, Data, Ruin, Crayon, Toilet, New Orleans,  Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Spitting image,  Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Syrup, Pajamas, Caught

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

What is the bug that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?

What is the bubbly carbonated drink called?

What do you call gym shoes?

What do you say to address a group of people?

What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?

What do you call your grandparents?

What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?

What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

What do you call the thing women carry all their stuff in?

Texting

Texting—isn’t it weird to think that our parents never had it? It’s such a fundamental part of our culture now. If you don’t have it, you’re outdated.  Texting is also controversial—people have all heard about texting during class, texting and driving, and even sexting.  I’m sure I could fill several posts talking about each of these topics, but for now I’m sticking with a different angle—how texting affects our relationships (and also our time).

I was a little late to the “texting party.”  I got texting the summer after I graduated from high school—about 2 years after most of my friends did.  I didn’t text much at first…

(This is a highly professional graph I made at work the other day.)

Then, I started talking to Boy, and the number of texts I sent/received looked like this:

(sorry, it's a little blurry.  The note says, "Started texting Boy! :D")

Boy and I started dating…

…and then we broke up.

Seriously, I didn't text anyone when we first broke up.  I didn't want to talk to anyone else, and I sure couldn't talk to him anymore.  It was ridiculous, but more on that later...

Not very long after the breakup, Boy and I talked about maybe, possibly getting back together, and my texts went up again...

...But it didn't work out. Back down to (almost) zero.

 This is roughly how much I text now.

 And here's the whole graph:

Ok, I know my graph is corny/dumb/whatever.  But it was my life, and I learned a few lessons from it..

First of all--and this might not apply to anyone but me--for awhile I let my worth be determined by how many texts I was getting, and from how many people.  When I first broke up with Boy, I wasn't getting any texts, and I felt like no one in the whole world cared about me.  Which is ridiculous.  But I totally bought into that lie because I let my value be defined by how many people wanted to talk to me.  According to Christ, my value lies in the fact that I have been created by God and redeemed by Christ's blood.  I have to remind myself this; not only when I'm not getting texts, but also on days when I mess up, don't feel pretty, say stupid things, and don't measure up to other people's expectations of me.  On days like that, I have to remind myself that not only am I a princess, but God Himself chose me!  So, the fact that I don't get a lot of texts means nothing at all...

Second, Boy and I texted about everything.  We rarely talked on the phone, and our face-to-face communication was even more limited.  Now, for the first part of our relationship, we were roughly 1500 miles apart because I was going to school in New York.  So, a lot of the communication had to be over text.  Plus, texting is just easier when you're busy.  Still, it got to where we were a lot more comfortable texting each other than we were talking to each other.  It was so bad, that whenever I was with him, I would think of something and then think, "Oh, I'll text him about that later."  How sad is that???  I would be willing to bet that over 85% of our fights happened over text.   This is one of my biggest regrets about that relationship.  I've made a rule that in my next relationship, and also when talking to my friends, anything important--good or bad--will be said face to face.  If that's not possible, I'll call them.  One of the flaws of texting is that it's black-and-white--there's no tone of voice, or facial expression/body language, so it's a lot easier for misunderstandings to occur.  This caused a lot of fights in the relationship.  Lesson very much learned.

So, that's my point of view on texting.  What's yours??

Giving

So, God has been working on my heart about going on a foreign mission trip for awhile now.  I've loved mission trips ever since my first one in 7th grade, but I've never had the opportunity to go out of the country, to another culture.  It always seems like the money just doesn't work out.
I feel really blessed, because I've been taught from an early age that my money belongs to God.  When I got my first babysitting job in 7th grade, 10% went to the church.  My parents told me that's just what you do with your money, and surprisingly, I never had a problem with it.  They told me that God blesses faithfulness in giving, and I believed them.  Ten percent wasn't much anyway...
Then, when I was about 16, I got my first job.  Minimum wage was $5.15 then, and I worked maybe 8 hours a week.  I was going to play basketball at CHA, but since I was a homeschooler, it was going to cost me around $300.  Plus, I was going to get my license soon, which meant paying for insurance as well.  My parents wanted me to save about half of everything I earned (for college, a car, etc.), so I didn't have a lot of "extra" money.  Then, my junior year, I took economics with Coach Kufahl at CHA.  At the very beginning of the semester, we read a little book called The Treasure Principle by Randy Alcorn.  The book talked a lot about investing long-term--as in, eternally.  God will always provide enough for our needs today; we just need to trust Him  with our finances, and focus on the Kingdom of God rather than getting a pile of "stuff" for ourselves.
As I read, I felt God speaking to me.  I had really been stressing about how much basketball and my insurance was going to cost, and I had no idea where that was going to come from.  I knew God was telling me to trust Him with my hard-earned money.  I also knew that this trust couldn't just be words--I had to back it up with actions.  I felt like I needed to start giving an extra 5% along with my regular tithe.  Now, I know that doesn't sound like much, but to me it was a huge deal.  I prayed about it and asked God to confirm this if it was what He wanted.  (Funny how I have no problem rushing into something I want, but if it's something I think God wants--I'd better take my time and make sure!)  The next morning, my quiet time was about the rich young ruler (Matthew 19:16-30).  So, that was settled.
I gave 15% of my next paycheck.  That week, I found out that someone (I still don't know who) had completely paid for my basketball.  I also found out that my car insurance was going to be half of the original estimate.  I relearned an old lesson--If we are faithful, God meets our needs.
At the beginning of this year I read Crazy Love (Francis Chan) and Radical (David Platt) within two weeks of each other.  Now, both of these books are pretty challenging on their own, but together... whew!  My budget, and my life, got rearranged again.  Reading these, I decided that when I die, I want to be remembered for how I gave.  Not as far as big numbers go--God doesn't need my "millions" or my "thousands" or even my "dollars."  He wants my heart, my time, and my love.  Sure, that includes my money.  But it also includes my car, my phone, my computer, my education, my clothes--all my stuff.  He has given me each of these things in order that I may bring Him glory with them.  I want to be someone who gives out of everything I have been given.  And part of that means giving of myself and going out to love His people.  So, I'm probably going to be rearranging my budget again very soon, so that I can start saving for a mission trip.  God will provide--He always has and always will.  Could y'all pray that I will be completely obedient to everything He wants me to do?  Thanks :)

"No one can settle how much we ought to give.  I'm afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare."--C.S. Lewis

Stuff in My Purse

I stole this idea from meandmysoldierman, but I happen to know that she got it from someone else so I'm sure she won't care!  Basically, what you do is take EVERYTHING out of your purse and take a picture of it--you can't leave anything out and you can't add anything.  I'm one of those girls that carries everything in my purse--or if it won't fit, I carry it in my backpack (like, say, deoderant).  So...

This is my purse.  My wonderful brother got it for me for Christmas.  I told him I wanted it to be a color that went with a lot, and that it shouldn't, under ANY circumstances, be brown.  He did good :)

These are my "absolutely necessary no matter what" items.  Keys, cell phone, Burt's Bees, and sunglasses.  And, it HAS to be Burt's Bees--it's the best!

Glasses--I hate them but I need them. Cheap hand lotion--NOT scented--not sure why, but I've never liked the scented kind. Orbit--normally I like the sweet mint or the peach, but WalMart was out of both, so I got the whitening kind.  Wallet--crammed full of ids, my debit card, random business cards, and gift cards with like 37 cents left on them.  Notepad--I'm a list-maker.

Drugs--Advil and Tylenol, I keep them in 1 bottle because it saves space.  More Burt's Bees--I'm telling you, I'm an addict.  Checkbook--I'm like the only person I know that's under 30 and writes checks.  Calendar--I don't use it much, but you never know.  Camera case--usually the camera's in it, but obviously I had to take the picture with it.  Pens--Between my purse and my backpack, I could probably supply a good-sized classroom with these.

Nail file/case, mascara/eyeliner, a compact mirror, my flash drive, and yet another notepad.

Lip cream (it's like a cross between lipstick and lip gloss), makeup compact, case with random lip glosses and eyeliners that I never really use, a couple of emergency tampons, glasses cleaner, cuticle gel, and nail strengthener.  (I basically only use the last 2 things when I'm bored in class! haha)

Well there you go... everything in my purse!  Girls, what do you carry in yours that I don't?