Tuesday, March 26, 2013

His Week > My week

My first month as a Christian was July 2007....nothing real Godly about July....The biggest change was well.....
I laid out by the pool while reading the Bible. That was HUGE to me.

I went through Christmas....in awe. Understanding really what happen. He was born so that HE could die for me.

Chills.

Christmas Eve service: child-like doesn't quite explain it but WOW I sat with my mouth open. Starring at all the people. Thinking of that day 2000 years. I was and still am like a kid. I look around a lot. Asking questions.

Then my first Easter came.
I should have bought a t-shirt with "Baby's 1st Easter" on it!!

Ya'll, I wept at the thought that Jesus didn't stay in that tomb. He was alive! He is alive! I remember after my first Easter service saying to someone (most likely an innocent stranger who HAPPEN to sit by this new baby Christian....) I said, "Oh my gosh...why don't we celebrate Easter in a bigger way??? I mean I know being born from a virgin is a big deal BUT COMING BACK TO LIFE....seriously THAT is something to put a tree up for...."

That person just smiled and walked away. I think I scared them.

I also remember a couple days AFTER Easter asking one of my Pastor friends, "So um if Jesus is Alive...where is He right now...?"

Let me just say, "THANK YOU JESUS FOR PUTTING SUCH AMAZING FRIENDS IN MY PATH TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS WITHOUT GIGGLING....."

I am paralyzed sometimes at the thoughts I have of this week.

I find myself thinking about Jesus and His week compared to mine.

I know I have off Friday.
He knew He was being crucified.

I prepare for for Easter, buying stuff.
He prepared for His Resurrection.

Matthew 28:1-10 
After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.

The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, "Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me." (NIV)

Lord, Thank you for making me very aware of you. I apologize that during this week I let the planning and busyness take away from what YOU were doing this week. I will continue to take a couple minutes, close my eyes and picture your sweet face going to the cross. Thank you Jesus. Thank you!









Tuesday, March 12, 2013

this was a dare.....

We all know that pain.
I call it the "Drive-by Shooting" pain...
No I have never been shot.
But I have watched plenty of movies and have seen the reaction of being shot.

You are standing one second and BAM the next second you are bent over....and holding whatever was shot. YES? Yes...I think that sounds about right.

Please note:
"Drive-by Shooting" pain and "Charlie Horse" pain can look very similar-don't be confused though. The "Charlie Horse" pain will make you sore the next mornin' and you will have no recollection of what had happened.

Some may call this a 'gas bubble' as if they don't want to just say, "I think I have gas..."
Instead if you say "GAS BUBBLE" it's worse kinda and does not automatically mean YOU HAVE GAS.

I have even over heard someone refer to it as a ..."oh my gosh I may have something wrong...." pain, as they dramatically grab one side of their stomach with one had and the other hand is paying their Mexican food bill.

The other day I was having a "Drive-by Shooting" pain and instead of just breathing through it I felt the need to let the person I was talking to know I was having it.

I stared at her.
Heard NOTHING she was saying. 

I am guessing I looked like I was dying because she asked...."are you having a drive-by shooting" pain? 
(she knew me-so she knew I called it that)

I just stared and said...."hold on one second...." with my pointer finger pointed at her.

Weird how I can't have anyone talking around me when this is happening.
Ask my daughter-she cannot talk in the car when I am dealing with such pain.

I guess it let's the pain know..."I am very aware of you and will make sure YOU take over this moment 100%"

*GIVE me a topic and I will write about it...I cannot promise it will be this riveting....but I will try and make you proud.