Friday, August 22, 2008

Photo Shoot




Gillie picked out a cute outfit today, so I got the camera out to snap a few shots. Little did I know that I'd get pictures THIS cute!

And because no photo shoot is complete without a person's true self coming out in the pics, here are a few uniquely Gillian shots.
(You'd think she was in pain if you hadn't been here. She's just cracking up, tossing that head back in a total fit of laughter!)

She WILL karate chop your face if you're not careful. This one knows how to take care of herself! :)

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

New Beginnings


Today, Miss Gillian started her very first day of school. She was so excited. Last Friday we had Open House and met her teacher. Her teacher seems very sweet and patient, so I know Gillie will like her. I think Josh is having a harder time than any of us. He's so used to following his big sister around. We're about to make chocolate chip cookies together. We've already hung out in the garage with popsicles and rode our bikes down the street. I'm trying to make it a fun time for him since he's feeling a bit left out.

This morning, before dropping her off, I had another doctor's appointment for the baby. Everything is moving along perfectly. I'm surprised how relaxed I've been throughout the whole pregnancy. Don't get me wrong, I've had my moments, but for the most part, I'm just cruising right through this. We scheduled the day Jack will be delivered - Oct. 14th. We are very excited.

This past Friday, my dad, stepmom and stepsister flew up for a visit. My dad had never been to Colorado, and I was extremely eager to show off our new beautiful scenery. But it decided to pour rain the whole time they were here. Oh well. We had planned on taking them hiking and to the Falls, but with everything muddy and slick, we knew we had to come up with a Plan B. And we would've needed another plan anyway because my sweet Alyssa fell on my stairs and got a pretty nasty sprained ankle! We did drive into Georgetown and had Colorado-style pizza at BeauJo's in Idaho Springs. Poor Alyssa just hobbled the whole way. It was really nice to see them, and I hope that next time they can stay longer, the weather will cooperate more and that no one gets injured! Here's a pic of me with the fam above Georgetown.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Opening Ceremonies

Did you guys see the Opening Ceremonies for the Olympics? They were pretty spectacular, right? Right now, the world seems focused on Beijing as we look forward to celebrating the physical achievements of the best athletes this world has to offer.

It made me wonder what Opening Ceremonies might look like in heaven. We could all watch as the one true Light of the World travels the globe and illuminates the hearts of man. We could all cheer to watch God recognize and acknowledge the ways in which we followed Him and served our neighbors in a way worth celebrating. We would be crowned with beauty, the oil of gladness and a garment of praise. (Isaiah 61:3)

We won’t see a spiritual Olympic Games here on earth. And frankly, we’re not in competition with anything besides our own sinful nature and the temptations of this fallen world. But just imagine, being in the presence of God, knowing that our closeness to Him is eternal…

Shinier than any gold metal, right?

1 Corinthians 9:25: Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.

Right.

Friday, August 08, 2008

Footholds

I've noticed this with each of my pregnancies: when I'm pregnant, I get bombarded with awful thoughts. Thoughts of my kids getting hurt in awful ways. Thoughts of me being hurt and my kids sitting around all day without someone to care for them. The fear that they would have if their mommy wouldn't 'wake up' becomes alive to me. It suffocates me. I can't sleep. I can't relax. I just panic a lot when I'm pregnant. Maybe it's just those protective mommy instincts kicking in.

Usually, these awful thoughts will affect me for a minute or two, but then they leave me alone. I can then think of other things, brighter, happier things. I can calm down fairly easily by myself. I can usually shake it out of my head, as if I'm kicking over a projector so that my big screen is nice and white again. But the other night that wasn't working. My head was flooded with this one awful thought and wouldn't go away. It was so upsetting that I started to cry. I must have been really boo-woo'ing because Ben comes running up the stairs wondering if I'm ok. I told him that it was just a thought that wouldn't go away. He suggested that I read Psalms. (That's been his go-to solution for each and every trial I've faced since we've been married. And it works. Every stinking time.) After about 20 minutes, I was calm again, strengthen by God. Not sure why it worked. I assume that God protected my head. I think when you start down that spiral, it can overwhelm you. As soon as you relax, reality is allowed to set back in, and you can recognize that there's no immediate threat or danger.

I remember praying a lot. I would say stuff like, "God, I know you can make this stop. You can help me calm down. You have the power to keep thoughts like this from tormenting me. Please don't allow this thought to torture me any further. Help me to not worry about things that aren't happening and likely never will. If Satan is the one wanting to put these thoughts in my head so that I will be fearful and cower, please stop him."

The next night something happened. I was tempted. Tempted to do something that I love to do, but that I know isn't what I'm supposed to do. I know better, but honestly, I give in way too much to it. God's been banging down my heart recently about it too, but the night after the awful thoughts and the desperate prayer, I was about to give in and just do it. Then the thought occured to me, "Last night I begged God to keep these awful thoughts out of my head. So why in the world am I considering giving in to this stupid temptation? It will only give Satan a foothold over me. Why would I tell God to hold Satan back and then turn around and invite him in?!"

I didn't give in. The temptation died down. And I had zero disturbing thoughts that night. I was able to rest. God is so good at that. He recognizes when we're trying. He doesn't miss it. He always notices. He knew that I had heard His message loud and clear and seemed to reward me for chosing the right path. I'm not saying that everytime you obey God, you get what you want. The Christian life doesn't necessarily look like that. But for that one night, my faith was increased. My thoughts were protected, and I received rest. I'm so grateful that that still, quiet voice will poke and prod me when my thinking gets out of whack.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Dilemma

I’ve got a bit of a dilemma going on in my head.

The other day I read one of the e-devotions that I have signed up to receive in my inbox. This one talked about a lady who wanted to get one of those ‘fish’ symbols put on her family’s cars but wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do since she can be a frustrated driver. She wasn’t sure the image of a Christian swinging her fist at someone who had just cut her off would represent Christ well.

We aren’t marked or branded outwardly when we become followers of Christ. People don’t usually know unless you tell them. Perhaps this is why some of us feel it’s alright to go off the deep end every once in a while. I doubt we’d be willing to chastise our kids in public if we had the words, “Jesus Loves Me” tattooed on our foreheads. I doubt we’d be reckless drivers or fail to watch our tongues if a giant beam of light from heaven poured down on us day and night. We would have this constant awareness that we’re being watched and that our God is being judged by the world in the process.

As Christians, we want to represent Christ in a way that draws people closer to Him. We don’t want our actions or words to interfere in someone trusting that God is good. On Sunday mornings, we do our hair, plaster on some face paint, get all dolled up and then roll into the church parking lot as if we haven’t a care in the world. We are respectful and willing to help out if a need arises. We are surrounded by Christians who know how we are supposed to act, and so we play that role with the best of them. Perhaps by lunch on Sunday afternoon, we’ve tired of playing the role and have reverted back into our normal routine of being easily frustrated and short with our family members. Perhaps we are a bit too eager to get home so that we can get out of our ‘Sunday Best’ and into some stained sweats and a ripped up t-shirt to watch the big game in, and so we speed down the road, annoyed with anyone who may be in our way. Perhaps we’re a bit better than that, and our façade doesn’t fade until the Monday morning traffic crunch or during that first big meeting of the week.

It’s exhausting wearing a mask. So instead of doing that, how about changing our lives to better represent our faith and the One who saves us? Wouldn’t it be better if following God’s commands and loving each other as He loves us happened so often in our lives that it became a natural reaction instead of a forced, once-a-week act?

Ok, onto my dilemma. In trying to represent Christ, do we inadvertently keep others at a distance? I know that before I was a believer, I would see Christians wearing their ‘masks’ and looking perfectly loving, and then I’d see them in a different venue, revealing their true colors. I thought they were hypocrites, and I didn’t want anything to do with that dual lifestyle. Then there were some Christians who were always ‘on,’ always representing Christ well. Because they were so much better behaved than I, they didn’t feel approachable or real. They almost seemed too good to be true. I even half expected them to snap at any moment because people just aren’t that well put together. I couldn’t compete, that was for sure. I didn’t feel like I was good enough. If I had to be THAT well behaved and refined, I wasn’t so sure I could be a Christian. And so I avoided even trying for a long time.

So which is better? To put on the mask when we feel others are watching so that we can appear “changed?” Or should we throw away the masks altogether and allow others to see that we struggle with our lives too? Obviously, I won’t be able to advocate being fake and wearing a mask, but can we represent God well while we’re still so wretched? I know that it would’ve made it easier for me to approach someone who seemed to also be having a hard time with life circumstances, but I don’t know if I would’ve been able to see that faith in their God was worth it. If they had faith and were struggling still, well, what exactly was their faith doing for them? Where was the payoff? They call Him their Savior, so why didn’t it seem like they were saved? I’ve now learned that becoming a believer doesn’t mean we will automatically be spared of pain in this life. We are saved from the eternal consequences of our sins, not necessarily the present ones. I know this now, but before I really knew what the Christian life was about, I wouldn’t have been able to tell.

What message are we projecting about God when we sometimes act graceful, but not all the time? And what are we showing people about God when we’re too well put together and un-reachable? And what do our actions and words say about God when we are visibly struggling with our lives? I know that if we remain faithful during our trials, that it speaks volumes to non-believers. I know that when we act like a human being and not a plastic superhero, fellow humans will be more likely to trust us and ask us questions. I know that if we act like a hypocrite, others won’t trust our word or our God.

Our goal is to become holy like God is holy. That means set apart from the rest of the world. People need to notice that there’s something different about us, something that they are lacking, that they need. If we blend in too well, people won’t be able to see God’s hand in our lives. But if we become too detached, too high and mighty for our own britches, people won’t feel comfortable around us. As it is, we all have a hard time just accepting grace from our Creator without earning it first. After all, we KNOW what we are capable of; we KNOW the sins we’ve committed. We don’t need to make it harder for non-believers by suggesting that they need to be packaged ‘just-so’ in order to approach God. People need to know that we Christians are still living on the same planet as they are, with the same struggles with which they are dealing. They just need to also see that our faith helps us when life gets tough, that there isn’t a problem that God can’t help us through. That we are able to face whatever life throws at us because we believe God is who He says He is and that He has a plan for our lives on earth and in eternity.