tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49039367967591934642024-02-21T10:19:12.804-08:00Pages From The Chapters of My LifeIt is a crazy, awkward, amazing blessed thing, this subject called life. I'm flattered that you might be interested in coming along for my view on it.Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-9770823174768909922011-04-04T05:57:00.000-07:002011-04-04T05:57:05.897-07:00Better Day Coming<p$1><p$1>Reading in Hebrews 11 this morning, I have been filled with such a thorough hope!<br />
<p$1>Look at it with me: <br />
<p$1> "<strong><sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">13</span></sup></strong> <u>All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth.</u> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30187"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">14</span></strong></sup> People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30188"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">15</span></strong></sup> If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30189"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">16</span></strong></sup> <u>Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one</u>. <strong>Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them." <br />
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</strong>Oh my beloved brother, my beloved sister, we are not home yet! If you are among those throughout the ages and among this generation who have put their lives in the hand of Christ for salvation, this is not all there is. <br />
<p$1><p$1>Getting awakened by an alarm clock, hitting snooze three times, making coffee, working a nine hour day and paying bills is not it! And get this, if that's all you're getting out of life <em>now, </em>that's not it for this life either. God makes life on this terrestrial turf extraordinary for those who abandon their own glory for the chance to wash feet. Get involved in something that takes time you "don't have". <br />
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<strong>Volunteer</strong> in human trafficking ministry, <strong>go</strong> love on the kids at the juvenile detention center,<strong> sit</strong> in an uncomfortable chair at the nursing home and <em><strong>listen</strong></em> while an elderly woman tells her story. <strong>Pay</strong> for the single mom's groceries who is standing behind you in line at Wal-Mart. But even with the great adventure that lurks beneath the surface of a presumably ordinary life, we long insatiably for a place we have not yet seen.<br />
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Believer, Jesus Christ the Son of the living YHWH (God) <em>is</em> coming back. He will ignite the eastern skies with all the brilliance of His splendor. Every person from every background, religion, worldview, race and denomination will hit their knees and know He is the true God. At the blast of a trumpet, you and I will meet Him and our eyes shall be our faith; we will be regailed with the stories of God's faithfulness by those who died for the faith, and we ourselves will regail Paul and Stephen and Moses with the stories of our faith.. 1Peter gives us a hope to cling to until that day: "<em>Though you have not seen Him, you love Him. And though you do not now see Him, you rejoice with a joy inexpressible and filled with glory; obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls."</em></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-18097000022499133572011-03-17T07:50:00.000-07:002011-03-17T07:53:25.061-07:00"Arise...and go."<p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1>I'm so excited yall...and I need SOMEBODY to be excited with me on this. I'll try to keep it short and to the point if you PROMISE to jump up and down and say "Amen!" See, I called my dad this morning after my quiet time and told him what God's spoken to me, and dad in his infinite wisdom said, "yep, that's cool." Mr. Smarty Pants already was aware of the revelation that seemed brand new to me, so he wasn't as excited. I need you to (even if it's old news to you) to finish with me and say AMEN. :) <br />
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<span style="color: #f1c232;"><span style="background-color: black;"> "</span></span><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #f1c232;">And the word of the LORD came to Elijah: Depart from here and <br />
turn eastward and hide yourself by the brook Cherith, which is east <br />
of the Jordan. <u>You shall drink from the brook and I have commanded<br />
the ravens to feed you there."</u> -1Kings 17:2-4<br />
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</span></em><strong>First that just jumped out at me</strong> that when God sent Elijah, He'd already planned out how Elijah would be taken care of. So neat! And THEN...God sends RAVENS to carry "meat and bread in the morning and evening" (vs. 6). How creative of God is that?? Seriously. Ok, moving forward..<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966;"> "</span><em><span style="background-color: black; color: #ffd966;">Then <u>the brook dried up because there was no rain in the land</u>..."</span> <br />
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</em><strong>That same brook where God had commanded Elijah to go and where He had so creatively provided food and shelter DRIED UP because of a drought. So what does God do next with Elijah?</strong> <br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"> "<em>Then the word of the LORD came to Elijah: ARISE and go to Zarepath, which belongs to Sidon, and dwell there. Behold </em><u><em>I have commanded a widow there to feed you."<br />
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</em></u><span style="background-color: white; color: black;"> Recap: God sends Elijah away from home in the beginning and Scripture shows that God had a plan from the get-go to provide when Elijah arrived. THEN the brook dried up because of drought and God send Elijah packing again; and again, God included in His instructions to Elijah how he would be taken care of <em>(..."I have commanded a widow there to feed you.") </em><br />
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<strong>LIFE APPLICATION: </strong>How many of us as Christians (this includes you and me) when we are in a thriving ministry, church or relationship/friendship assume that when the "brook dries up" that God just stopped being faithful and isn't providing any more? A drought doesn't have to be a sign of God's unfaithfulness but rather a sign to "Arise and go" on to the <em>next</em> location of His provision!<br />
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You see, if you're anything like me, you may want to sit by that dried up ol' brook where God once richly provided and then be soooo upset with Him because that brook won't flow. But actually, God has fore-ordained provision at the new destination you refuse to follow Him to. I love that God said to Elijah "ARISE and go..." Maybe you're sitting by that dryied up brook begging God to provide for ou right there again, but God is saying ARISE up off your butt and <em>go.....</em> <br />
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</span></span></span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-53413748483264653932011-03-12T18:06:00.000-08:002011-03-12T18:12:11.319-08:00Kitty Chaos<p$1>Well folks, I write to you tonight from a mental state of frazzled delirium. I have a 6" tall, furry, purring animal in my home now and let me tell you that she has NOT been the companion I'd anticipated. Not a <em>bad</em> pet, but just....well, how do i describe her? She's...<em>original.</em> Her favorite game has been "use Jordan as a jungle-gym". <br />
<p$1><p$1>People, I'm here to say that claws and human flesh were never intended to co-exist in the way that Missy has forced upon me. And I will also say that no other animal or human being for that matter has tested my sanctification like she has. I have screamed at her as she's dug her claws into my behind and hung freely. I have literally had to pray for forgiveness for losing my temper over this animal. I'm sleep deprived and scared constantly.<br />
<p$1><p$1>BUT HERE'S THE LATEST game she's invented. "Treasure Hunter". Today I walk into my kitchen and Missy is having one of usual hyper-active spells. In the midst of her big trouncing party she ran full-speed and skidded into her litter box like a toddler at the beach. She has decided that this green and gray box in the laundry room is not only a place to take a dump but it is a two-for-one sand box/treasure digging station. Missy was playing in her litter box when lo-and-behold she found a "treasure". A little nugget of fun. She scoops it up with her front paws, flings it out of the litter box and begins pushing it all over the kitchen like a mouse toy. I get her pooper-scooper and take it away from her, putting it in the trash. Didn't dampen her spirits. She hopped right back into the litter box and got herself another "treasure" and the game continued. Yall, I am one exhausted mama. Pray for me.<br />
<img height="300" id="il_fi" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwh8eQaGszb0ND9g2dCczabUd5jpiO9gWKFwQMYPDvHOTTCaFBeVc7ZOV85F_dvc7Hucr2pB6UwK1_hvR10HiulAaA-H-n0zozvAnTmGyBdq7tRI8gJI6S_8odGeeip99kWEKjawQfMtJ7/s400/5.22.08+010.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-2576670207553180432011-03-03T05:46:00.000-08:002011-03-03T05:50:10.917-08:00Fraudulent Identity?<p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1>Hey yall!! wanted to say howdy and offer a few snacks for thought. Now mind you, this is not a "handful of goldfish" type of snack. It's a little lengthier than I usually post. This is more like an appetizer of fried cheese sticks at TGI Fridays....big portion, but really good! Make a happy plate and read the whole blog. See you at the end!<br />
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<p$1><p$1>I'd like to invite you to read a verse of Scripture if you'd be so patient:<p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1> “And <strong>by this</strong> we knowthat we have come to know Him, <br />
<strong>if we keep His commandments</strong>. <br />
<p$1> Whoever says ‘I know him’ but does not keep his <br />
commandments is a liar and the truth is not in<p$1>him, but whoever <br />
keeps his word, in him truly the love of God is perfected. <br />
<p$1>By this we may know that we are in Him, whoever<br />
says he abides in Him ought to</p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1> walk in the same way in which He walked.” <em>-John 2:3-6</em></p$1></p$1> </p$1></p$1></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1>I don't know about you, but this verse intimidates me and reeeeally causes me to ask myself hard things about who I claim my identity to be. Christian. In our rawest, truest form, are we real or are we truly convinced that we are real but only putting on the front of a true Godfollower? <br />
<p$1>The text you just read with me says that whoever abides in Him ought to walk in the way in which He walked. Does that not just make your head spin? Man it does mine. walking as Jesus the God-man walked!</p$1></p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 63.75pt; text-indent: -18.75pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span style="font: 7pt normal normal normal normal normal normal normal normal normal normal normal "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: small;">Think about this with me now my blog friend: </span></span><b>It is our duty according to 2 Corinthians 13 to check the sincerity of our walks:</b></p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1> </p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 45pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><u>"But we pray to God<br />
that you may not do wrong, <b>not that we<br />
may appear to have met the test, </b>but that you may <br />
do what is right though we may seem to have failed."</u></p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><b><span style="font-size: 10.5pt;">Paul makes it clear in this text, he wants the people<br />
to do what is right, but not for the sake of “appearing to have met the test”.<br />
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In other words, so many people who have attended church all their lives<br />
have a tendency to believe they are Christians who have met the test but<br />
really only do what is right in appearance, and usually only<br />
when they are around other Christians who they think have<br />
certain expectations of them. </span></b></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1> </p$1></p$1></div></p$1></p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1>Honestly, how many of you if your pastor offered margaritas in <p$1>Sunday School would take and drink one? Not many. But how many of you would order one on a Friday <p$1>night at Chili's? I'm not about to get into a theological debate on the sin/not sin of drinking. My point is to be real EVERYWHERE you are. If you wouldn't <p$1><p$1>turn it down in a restaurant, but you would turn it down <p$1>from someone at church, you are putting on a front and “appearing to have met <p$1>the test” in front of the ones who have expectations of you. </p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><br />
<p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1>How many of us have our bibles at a small group in <p$1>Sunday school in case we were called on, but<p$1>didn’t take them to work/school in case a conversation presented itself at the lunch <p$1>table to share Christ? If you fall into that category, it is because you are working <p$1>to meet the expectations of one group of people rather that working to fulfill <p$1>the big picture… the great commission. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’re not <p$1>a Christian, don’t misunderstand me, but it could be a challenge to<p$1>take your walk more seriously.</p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1>So, all this said, and having examined yourself, can you <p$1>really call yourself a Christian? I hope yes! There is nothing more awesome than the feeling of knowing that you are in a season of walking in rightstanding with Christ. But, you may be wondering now if up to this point you've been nothing<p$1>more than an imitator camouflaged into the scenery of the true believers. I'll leave you lastly with the words of a great man:<br />
"<em>Whatever you are, be a good one." -Abraham Lincoln</em></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-13306517769850406502011-01-28T18:01:00.000-08:002011-03-03T05:54:21.982-08:00Another Near-Death at The Pharmacy<p$1><p$1>Okay, even though I do often post spiritual revelations and thoughts here, I am fully aware that the REAL reason you come to this blog is for the pharmacy stories and similar topical humorous tales that often derive from my torture. So here's the latest.<br />
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<p$1><p$1>After a VERY rough morning at the pharmacy with customers bustling in and out, us running around like mad people trying to get prescriptions filled and sold, I finally get to my lunch break. I'm sitting there during my hour-long breather and just silently praying that God will give me what I need to get me through the rest of this day. WELLLL....true to His sympathetic nature, He catered to my sense of humor a bit for sure.<br />
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<p$1><p$1>It was fate, and the small dark-haired hispanic 5-year-old was bouncing playfully around his mama's waist while she picked up her medicine. But then, (and I could hear the theme from JAWS growing louder and louder) Grandma comes creeping up the aisle in her motorized cart. Grandma, obviously not well acquainted with this high-tech motor machine tries frantically to put on the breaks and even swerves, but poor Pueblo bounced right into the path of Grandma's death machine. The boy's Buzz-Lightyear shoes went flying up over his head and he tumbled to the ground with a *thud*. In horror, Grandma tries to get the cart away from the child but in her state of panic accidently puts the cart into reverse and hit the kid a SECOND time! I guess she figured any job worth doing is worthy doing thoroughly.<br />
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<p$1><p$1>In my efforts to apologize for bursting out into laughter, I did peek over the counter to see if Pueblo survived. No harm done. I just figure now he won't want to accompany mommy to the Pharmacy. :)</p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-73112025488465353412011-01-27T09:14:00.000-08:002011-01-27T09:14:01.259-08:00Guitar Center and Hip-Sticking Finger-Licking good Food.Gooood morning my now 14 followers! I see all your pretty little faces on the margin of my "followers" list and I am reminded of how blessed I am to know each of you. Which by the way, "followers" just sounds weird. I'm not Charlie Manson and I'm not Jesus, having followers is goofy. what do I call you guys? lol. This little blog community should have an identifiable name. lol. <br />
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So I am headed to the place I can most tangibly identify with Heaven.....Guitar Center. Wall-to-wall decked with shiny guitars begging to be cradled in my hands and to let their voices be heard for a few minutes. I may even take one of my less-needed guitars and "put it up for adoption"...i can't say the "T" word. It sounds so inhumane. I'm not <em>trading</em> it in like I don't want it any more, it's just that a $400 cat deposit will come at a less painful expense if I can get $200 out of a guitar I never use. <br />
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AND....THE GRAND FINALE....we are eating at Cheddar's most likely today. The home of the cookie-monster skillet sundae. Heaven on your tastebuds and cellulite on your hips. I can't wait. <br />
So how has this week been for you? Have anything this weekend you're looking forward to?Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-68748485679880581882011-01-24T18:10:00.000-08:002011-01-24T18:10:02.159-08:00Awaken The DawnThrough a series of events literally too extravagant for words, God has knocked me off me my feet this weekend. And now, via this blog, I'd like to pass the blessing forward to <em>you</em>. My 13 followers. :)<br />
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The past two years of my life I would categorize as a season of trial. It wasn't all bad, but there were two blatant issues that hung over me like a shadow almost constantly. I tried (like all of us have with one issue or another) to "give it to God". Isn't that what we good Christian folk always say to one another when we don't know what other counsel to give? "Just give it to God." Well I'd tried again and again to give my burdens over to Him, but somehow I kept obliging myself right back to the God role. Carrying them myself. <br />
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Well, LOOOOOOOONG story short, this past Saturday night God all-out drenched my apartment with His presence and in a moment of worship, just Him and I, I felt Him say into my heart,<br />
<em>"I promised in My Word that sorrow lasts for the night and joy comes in the morning. Jordan Shea, your<strong><u> night</u></strong>....<strong><u>is</u></strong>...<strong><u>over.</u></strong> Morning is here. Now Beloved... awaken the dawn with your praise."<br />
</em>Yall, I can't with my little blog words describe to you the <em>literal </em>feeling that came over me of breaking through and crossing a finish line. It's like I'd busted through a stained-glass window and it shattered into a million pieces. God TOOK that burden from me. I didn't give it, didn't have some giant moment of surrender, God did what I could not do my self.<br />
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<strong>Here's where the application for you comes in.</strong> If you are currently in a night of sorrow, mourning, or trial and you're weary, sleep-deprived, broken, hoping that God's Word comes to be true for you: Awaken the dawn with your <em>praise. </em> Here's what God showed me. I think I would still be in the dark night of sorrow had I not for the past two years deliberately praised Him. I would get phone calls late at night from a friend who was struggling, and even in my brokenness for them I would hang up that phone, grab my guitar and sing "blessed be Your name!" I truly believe that this dawn of morning in my life was awakened by my praise.<br />
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Wherever you are, "dawn" does not have to mean heaven. there can be a place of restoration here on this terrestrial turf. I believe it. It doesn't necessarily mean that everything you've lost will be given back, but every strand of joy the enemy has stolen can be reclaimed. Your night has lasted long enough. Awaken a new day in your life by choosing to bless God's name. Angels lean in and are intrigued with wonder when they see this being called man, the apple of God's eye, worship. We get to experience something that Scripture says angels long to look into: Grace. The created beings that have beheld the very countenance of God envy us! We know a part of God's heart that they can only imagine. Take hold of God's graces and worship Him for He is good. <br />
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Keep doin' the walk.<br />
JordanJordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-74327792999134177392011-01-21T18:59:00.000-08:002011-03-03T06:00:30.348-08:00One Can of Spam and No Pet.<p$1><p$1><p$1>Well Bloggers, we are now 11 strong! That's right, our little community here of us who enjoy a good laugh at my expense has reached the double digits. WOOP WOOP. Ya'll rock my socks. :)<br />
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<p$1><p$1>So here's the latest from the Pharmacy. I got screamed at by very passionate woman who was certain that I was the devil in diguise personally out on a mission to screw up her prescription. What this dear lady does not understand is that I am perfectly capable of screwing things up without it being on purpose. :) Secondly she lacks the understanding that the mistake IS NOT THE CASHIER'S FAULT. That's me. CASH-IER. The person who hands you your meds and takes your dough. That's it. End of story. Yet we brave soldiers on the frontlines are usually the only faces that people see when they visit the Pharmacy. So when a prescription is late or out of stock, despite our innocence, our very lives are jeopardized by the raging hormones and emotions of the unmedicated public. It's a hard job, but someone has to do it. :)<br />
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<p$1><p$1>I've been doing a ton of songwriting lately. I'm living on my own for the first time ever. yep. One bed-room, two boxes of pop-tarts, a lonely can of Spam and a two-liter of Pepsi. There's not a lot that can beat that when it's ALL YOURS. :) But be in prayer...I lack one thing. you see I am currently the ONLY LIVING THING in this apartment. I don't even have a plant. i desperately want a pet, but it's a $400 deposit. Pray that I can get a cat soon so I have somebody to pur and rub against my feet in the mornings while I'm brushing my teeth. Talking to a can of Spam is just not the same. <br />
<p$1>What about you all? What's new for you in 2011?</p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-47172378788649231262010-12-16T12:56:00.000-08:002010-12-16T12:56:04.736-08:00Continuing the Facebook fastWell, I know readers are sparse right now on this grand ol' blog. And that's okay. I'd sure like a shout-out from you that are reading though, feel free to comment and discuss whatever topics are at hand! <br />
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I'm about 5 days into my 40 day withdrawal from Facebook. You can read my previous post for the reason. :) But yes, I am experiencing a blessing already from the prioritizing of my time. And, I've been less distracted during my school-work time because I don't have the option of getting bored with my reading assignments and taking a "break" to update my status. lol. <br />
Trying to get all my gym time crammed in this week, because next week i'll be at my folk's house and there is no chance to burn off pesky holiday calories. <br />
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So for any and all my awesome friends that are reading right now, let me throw this out there: there is a blog community project on Beth Moore's blog where you go and buy a spiral of index cards and memorize two scriptures per month, for a yearly total of 24 verses. I'm choosing to participate. Are you interested in joining me in accountability? You can post your verses and updates on Beth's blog (google the address), and we can also keep each other up to date with out progress here on this blog. Interested? Post your feedback here and let me know. I'm starting January 1st. Haven't decided which verses to start with. But I'm excited!!! Scripture memory is one of my favorite past-times and disciplines of the faith. It is so empowering. Even if you don't want to participate here on my blog, i do very much encourage you to go to Beth's and join the community. It's going to be fun stuff.<br />
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Well hey, later taters. See you all on FB come January 21st.<br />
keep doin' the walkJordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-87636834461248111782010-12-12T05:44:00.001-08:002010-12-12T05:44:04.972-08:00Doing The ThingGood day to you, my wonderful friends! God and I are about to go through a new thing together, and my anticipation is growing by the minute. Facebook has become a dear and near companion to me, and sadly I am all-too-quick to take my thoughts to people's Walls than to the throne of Grace. Prayer has been replaced by a more popular means of communication. The thing that is satisfying about facebook is the IMMEDIATE responses. Often prayer can seem discouraging because we don't seem to get that rapid notification when we have something to say. But I am willing to stake my life on the statement that if I take my every "status" to God's throne rather than my friend's Walls, my faith is going to sky-rocket and break the dependency for people to respond to what I had for lunch that day. <br />
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Spending a minimum of 30 minutes a day in prayer, spending time daily in the Word, and abstaining from social networking is going to force me to stretch my communication habits and turn them to a big God. Pray for me throughout this journey, and I will pray for you that God will beckon you to steal away with Him and fall in love all over again. I don't know about you, but in my Brideship with Christ, I could use some fresh romance. And what better way to improve this Heaven-instigated courtship than with exclusive time together? I agree with you, nothing. <br />
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Love you all. See you next blog.<br />
Keep doin' the walk.<br />
-JordanJordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-91765714636621269592010-11-26T05:19:00.000-08:002010-11-26T05:19:53.532-08:00I Shall Look Upon The Lord in the Land of the Living!<p$1><p$1><p$1>I've gone through about 4 drafts of this blog. Writing it out, then highlighting and deleting it. Every time I get out what I want to say, I chicken out and backspace, thinking it's just too personal. You see, it's just not enough for me to say to you, "<em>God is bringing me through and teaching me a lot". </em>I have this bursting compulsion to play story-teller and spill exactly <em>what</em> God is bringing through and to shout "Bless His name!! He is GOOD." I could paint you a thousand pictures with my words and take you through a vivid journey of certain seasons of life with me, but oh discerning the fine lines is so difficult. So I'm going to let Scripture take you there. Hang with me, it's as close as I can get to showing you what He's doing without crossing boundaries of confidence. Here we go.<br />
<p$1><p$1><p$1>A few weeks ago, I sat in the living room floor with journals, bibles, poster-board, sticky notes, all kinds of stuff and put on my favorite worship CD. I had felt God all day that day pulling my heart toward Him. It was overwhelming. So I waited until I was alone and I prepared myself to meet with Him. I knew what He was wanting too. There is an area of my life that I had not let Him have complete access to, and He was wanting to surface it and heal it. Knowing that I needed healing in the worst way, I finally just decided to sit down and let God work. I was excited to meet Him in the secret place. And as the worship music played, I waited. And waited. I tried to pray, but I felt so distant. Like my prayers weren't making it past the ceiling fan. I waited longer, just hoping God would begin showing me Scripture, speak to my heart, show me something. Nothing. I began to get frustrated.<br />
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I was truly heartbroken and angry. I really felt like He'd told me to seek His face, and when I did, I felt like He hid or didn't show. I was so angry that I had big hot tears lining my eyes and I was biting my lip. In my foolish ignorance I told Him, "<em>I'm done. If you're gonna be like every other friend that chooses not to show up when I need them, then I can manage without this nonsense." </em>Yes, yes, I know, foolish. I went to the grocery store a few minutes later to buy some dinner items. I was fighting everything in me not to break down into tears, I was that upset. After ten minutes of purusing, my phone buzzes with a text a message. It was a pastor at a church that I'm going to lead worship for soon. <br />
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It read: "Do you think you could sing <em>How He Loves Us</em> when you come?"<br />
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And right there, I lost it. And here is where Scripture comes in to tell in summary my roller-coaster.<br />
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<em>"You said, 'Seek My face,' and my heart says, 'Your face, Oh Lord, I do seek'. Do not hide your face from me! ... I believe that I shall look upon the Lord in the land of the living! Wait upon the Lord."<br />
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</em>He really does LOVE us. And there will be a day where we look upon His face in the land of the LIVING!! Not the land where everything disintegrates and dies like we know it here. Marriages die, family members and frienships die, we die. But oh, I will wait upon the Lord and I will see Him in all His glory in the land lush with everlasting living!! We are not home yet, and oh how thankful I am that we have not seen anything yet. He is going to come in the couds for His bride, and we are going to sit elbow to elbow with those we've longed to see whole again. No more cancer, no mental illnesses, no blindness, no depression, no death. The land of the living. I only have to wait upon the Lord.</p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-73628574148398440472010-11-15T08:49:00.000-08:002010-11-15T08:49:08.863-08:00Puzzle Pieces"Even when I don't see, I still believe"...-lyrics written by Jeremy Camp<br />
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I've had a few songs pretty much playing on loop on my itunes list the past few days. I am choosing not to go into a lot of detail about what God is doing right now, because He's not finished with this work in me, and I don't want to jump the gun telling you a piece of the story when in given time I can tell you the story top to bottom. But bottom line, I've discovered that songs are very much like journal pages of my life. By listening to a song I can remember <em>exactly </em>where I was in a given season, and am reminded of the emotion, thoughts, and revelations I've had with God in a particular journey. I am finding that by almost assembling a "playlist" of songs, I can tell you my story from beginning to present. It's like all these different songs from different seasons, different days, moments fit together as intricate puzzle pieces, forming a moziac that is my story of faith. <br />
Right now I can look back in time at when certain songs meant something to me, and I can see God's hand on me. I can see that He was holding me, even when at the time I couldn't see or feel Him. Which means, that even now as I type, in this moment He is holding me, is near me. And in time I will be able to look back at the moment I'm in now and be able to SEE clearly that which I had to choose first to believe. <br />
Keep the faith brother, sister. You are being held. Even now.Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-27785588468425799092010-11-12T08:08:00.000-08:002010-11-12T08:11:01.566-08:00He's after me!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqY5FQQw00Hx_rxHbjGe1jK3_tklaSwZsC9y1Kxg_ShyphenhyphenHFgPXPKH4ZPc2YOMmKyy7w16t_MVBzyLhszPNi070SCDCEeaYjs4ADrVR0flWhUI2HJ8_lg49ZAVB4-G5Obi-YNW3OYs7QWF0/s1600/running.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqY5FQQw00Hx_rxHbjGe1jK3_tklaSwZsC9y1Kxg_ShyphenhyphenHFgPXPKH4ZPc2YOMmKyy7w16t_MVBzyLhszPNi070SCDCEeaYjs4ADrVR0flWhUI2HJ8_lg49ZAVB4-G5Obi-YNW3OYs7QWF0/s320/running.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I'm sorry for the spurt of absence! In case anyone actually reads these blogs, I do actually try to stay faithful in posting. <br />
<em>I Love Lucy </em>is glowing on the TV above the fireplace, the hardwood floors are cold through my socks when I walk around the house. It's time for some reading and a cup of hot chocolate (I'm visiting my parents' house, and they are the only people on the planet who don't have a coffee maker). I feel like I've been in rehab this week, detoxing slowly and painfully off of caffeine. The whole family just left the house for the weekend, so I'm in a quiet house for a few day. And isn't that just like God? <br />
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You see, I've felt Him beckoning me to Himself for a few days now, and I just have not set time aside to meet with Him and find out what He's up to. I know, I know, that sounds awful. But the thing is, I feel Him beckoning me to Himself because there's work to do. There are things in my heart that I feel Him trying to bring to the surface and deal with, and when I feel that coming, it's easy to find oneself too busy to slow down. But now, oh alas, the family is gone, and I don't have neeeear enough homework to last me the whole weekend. I'll likely be done by noon today. So, what am I going to do? I'm going to let Him tackle me today. I've appointed time today to sit down and just let Him bring out the good, bad, and ugly, to heal me from the inside out. <br />
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Now, my friend, my reader, here's what I want to leave you with. is there something you know God has been wanting to surface and deal with in your life? Have you ever been through a time where you avoided God? has there ever been a time when you avoided Him and then it paid off to let Him catch you? Tell me about it. I'd love to hear your fugitive stories! They may just be what someone else needs to hear...or even, what yours truly needs to hear. :) Comment below my sisters and brothers. Have a great weekend!</div>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-61808934548589231722010-10-27T12:48:00.000-07:002010-10-27T12:52:42.492-07:00Time to have a little funOk, it's Audience Participation time!! We all need something to make us grin once in a while, and I figured that this topic might provide a few amusing answers.<br />
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What are three things you'd like to have answered about life's oddities? There are just some things in life that catch you off guard and it makes you ask, "Why?" For instance...<br />
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<strong>WHY</strong> does <span style="color: #741b47;">Wal-Mart</span> have this supernatural magnetic pull that attracts people who dress in clothes 4 sizes too small? I have seen more 300lb people at Wal-Mart in size medium tube tops than anywhere I've ever been! Not exaggerating. WHY? <br />
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Another example...<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Why </strong></span><span style="font-size: small;">do boys from the age of 5-12 not lift the lid when they pee? Us girls would have a much happier midnight-squat if we didn't sit in a puddle when nature called. WHY!!! <br />
So, give me your 3 why's of life. Go....</span>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-46179124603394956922010-10-25T10:43:00.000-07:002010-10-27T10:36:15.454-07:00The World Behind Me...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSebHJbHwKyLu-ewKxkbf3mPkc7KfBf98gAofrhjFs1eLcL89axBEjl9_bZWa-aQr4Vw2UwN6hqnFbWlzeqb6BHTKkFo4mX2Vlv90qv-wVfY7Kyfc3phHuNCh7xcOZ95FRG5inNc_P1A/s1600/ox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSebHJbHwKyLu-ewKxkbf3mPkc7KfBf98gAofrhjFs1eLcL89axBEjl9_bZWa-aQr4Vw2UwN6hqnFbWlzeqb6BHTKkFo4mX2Vlv90qv-wVfY7Kyfc3phHuNCh7xcOZ95FRG5inNc_P1A/s320/ox.jpg" width="202" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><strong>During the wee hours of the morning</strong> yesterday, I was prodded gently awake by an eruption of dog-barking. Why two bone-headed dogs decide to pick 6:03am to begin greeting the morning, I don't know. But I do know I was tempted to take them on a "road-trip" after that...ya know, the kind of road trip where you throw a chew toy, yell "fetch", and then drive away. But I didn't. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway. Not the point. So I'm up way early on a Sunday morning, unable to fall back asleep. I crack open my bible to the Psalms and I read this: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><em>"They have exchanged My glory for the image of an ox that eats grass..."</em><strong>Believe it or not,</strong> that little sentence throbbed in my brain like a thumb that had just been smashed with a hammer. God was talking about the Israelites making cast-iron fake idols to worship. To the Israelites, these statues were beautiful, glistening images of something praise-worthy. I'm sure the graven ox statues were sculpted in a way that exaggerated its muscles, symbolizing strength. I'm sure it looked pretty beastly with an appearance that caught the eye.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">But in God's eye-vision the idols are exposed for what they really are, "an image of an ox that eats grass". Oh, and then you put the first part of that sentence in there..."<em>They <strong>exchanged My GLORY...</strong>"</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><strong>With my imagination</strong> (which I actually pray on a regular basis that God will expand, so I can <em>see</em> Scripture when I read it) I just pictured the Israelites, who'd been led through the Red Sea and had seen wonders performed by God's own hand, standing in a single-file line and one by one handing over the glorious sonship with God and taking a statue of a cow instead. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><strong>Then, the life-application hit me.</strong> How many times have I made my life about the pursuit of a record deal? Or about buying a guitar? About people's oppinion of me? About making a real salary? All of those seem like pretty big things, really. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I pray that at the end of my life, the record won't show:</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><em>And she exchanged My glory for a piece of wood that makes sound....for a piece of paper that says she's an artist...for a currency that became as valuable as ashes."</em><strong>What is really important to you?</strong> What do you strive for? Does your glory come in the form of being percieved as a good parent? Or in the form of achieving a degree? Whatever you are wanting to glory in, are you exchanging the glory of God to get it? Because in the eyes of God, we see how little those things really amount to. The world's finest gold statue in man's eyes is only "an image of an ox that eats grass" in God's. Think about that.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><strong><span style="background-color: black;">SOOO, I defiled my guitar.</span></strong> Or at least that's what it would seem like in a guitar-enthusiast's eyes. I was so moved by this realization that I could trade God's glory for my own, that I made a permanent reminder to myself by doing the unthinkable. I took my new $2,000 Taylor guitar, and with a silver sharpie, wrote on the headstock, "<em>The World Behind Me, The Cross Before Me." </em>Anyone who knows ANYTHING about guitars would want to slap me. I thought about slapping myself. You just don't take a sharpie and write on a Taylor. But that's just it. In my eyes, it's a Taylor. In God's eyes, it's a piece of wood with strings. </span></span><br />
<strong><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">May we never forget Who is first</span>.</span></strong>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-78768572355793297252010-10-22T07:57:00.000-07:002010-10-22T08:03:38.145-07:00God rocked my morning with a pink piece of paper.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #b45f06;">I sat at my kitchen table early this morning</span></strong> before the sun had even thought about peeking his head above the horizon. Hazelnut coffee steaming invitingly, I sipped and folded my bible open. I read a verse or two, and just looked up and sighed. I felt such a gap between Him and myself. <br />
When it comes to God I'm kind of like a child. You know when a toddler is in that stage of being taught to sleep in his own bed instead of sleeping in between mom and dad in their room? Sometimes in the middle of the night the child reaches out his little arm to pat around, feeling to make sure that mom and dad are still there, and that he hasn't been carried into his own room after he'd fallen asleep. <br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">That's me.</span></strong> When I prepare myself to get into the Word or to begin praying, that's my spirit's way of patting around, making sure that God is within an arm's distance. When I can't feel Him near, I know it's time to sit up and start calling "<em>Daaaaddy...." </em>And this morning I just wasn't feeling Him. I can't take that for very long. I began asking Him specifically, "<em>God, I want to SEE You today. I want to know Your voice more surely, please invite me into an intimate circle with You. Enhance my imagination so I can picture You more clearly and I can go there with You in Scripture. Bottom line Lord, speeeak to me!"</em><strong><span style="color: red;">Reader, can I be honest with you for a second, and bear a little bit of my soul with you?</span></strong><em> </em>Last night I saw that I'm still being effected by wounds in my life that I thought I'd healed from. I mean, I really thought I was over the phase of that hurt effecting me deeply. I guess it's kind of like when you break your leg. Even over time when it seems to have mended and you haven't limped for years, something will hit you in just the right place and you find yourself on crutches for a week.<br />
Well my once-broken heart has been hit in just the right place over the last two weeks. God has done some significant mending and we've been making MUCH progress in the healing process together, but this minor jolt has torn some stitches. My "walking with a limp" is coming in the form of shutting off access to my heart. That natural response to hold people at an arm's distance to keep from getting hurt again is a doozie. <br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta;">I have a pink piece of paper in my bible.</span> </strong>It is a "love letter from God", with words written on it as if it were addressed to me from Him. I've had it for a long time, and every so often I take it out and read it. Remember that I told you today that I asked God to speak to me? You may or may not know that I'm recovering from an ugly broken engagement, and I have lost two good friends this year. My heart has been dragged through a considerable amount of crap. haha. I won't read you the whole letter, 'cause quite frankly, it's mine. And I don't want to throw out a very intimate piece of me and God's personal life out there for everyone to enjoy. I'm stingy with this letter. But there are a few lines that I feel I have to share, just so you can see how good He treats me. :) Look what my sweet Husband tells me:<br />
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<em>"I will awaken you in the still hours to speak to you. Meet Me there. I will trade your ashes in for beauty, and make you a display of My glory. Do not fear, for I am with you. I will make your crooked paths straight, and <strong>redeem your mistakes</strong>. Trust in Me and <strong>My</strong> <strong>hope will not disappoint.</strong>"<br />
</em><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">God woke me in the still hours this morning</span>, and He lead me to a place where He spoke words of comfort. Beloved brother or sister reading this, HEAR ME CLEARLY: Your heart is safe in His hand. You can let others in, and EVEN BE HURT BY THEM and God will meet you there. We are beckoned out to partake in such an exhilarating adventure of fatih, trust, hope, hurt and redemption. We'd be fools to miss it just because we were afraid of the risks. We aren't wimps are we? The joy of loving and being loved is worth the risk. It's okay. Let God show you right this very second where you still need healing. THEN, let Him go there. Let Him see it, and be willing to go on an intentional voyage of restoration. <br />
This is a beautiful thing:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcOKCXhRi_6khKMvYJrkJAhvCvvz2TU3emoMhyzhbsoZMIlj8Mqi73JXMuLjbTjnsJisNRGvaXmN56IGnmNSz2tNr-_PsNu8tS4GpO_tsiqLm5CmhNZ21BPD41guW-avs00OvOLyI9LQ/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="294" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcOKCXhRi_6khKMvYJrkJAhvCvvz2TU3emoMhyzhbsoZMIlj8Mqi73JXMuLjbTjnsJisNRGvaXmN56IGnmNSz2tNr-_PsNu8tS4GpO_tsiqLm5CmhNZ21BPD41guW-avs00OvOLyI9LQ/s320/heart.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-64302370417135720632010-10-20T07:29:00.000-07:002010-10-20T12:50:42.521-07:00Living In A Snowglobe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There is something mesmerizing to a child (and to yours truly, who is as easily as amused as a child) about a snow globe. Now, I don't know if it was just a thing in my house, or if it's like a universal thing, but at Christmas time when the snow globe was placed in the decoration of the house, ours always ended up on the piano. Don't know why. But I distinctly remember my mom putting the snow globe on the piano. Was anyone else's mom particular about that, or just mine? ;)</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em>Anyway </em>sorry. So what is the first thing you instinctively do when you walk by a snow globe? You grab it and shake the heck out of it of course. And for those of us who get bored with the rookie move of shaking it up and down, we get fancy with it and wave it in circles, so that all the flakes and glitter particles encompass Mr. Snowman in a cyclone of dazzling wintry wonder. We wait until the last little flake hits the bottom, and then we go again. There really is a world of enchantment trapped inside that glass sphere, isn't there? </div><br />
However, being me, I had the random thought go through my brain today: "I wonder if that snowman inside of there ever thinks to himself<em>, I wish those darned people would quit shaking my house every stinkin' time they walk by</em>!" 'Cause from inside the snow globe, I bet it's absolute chaos. First, there's something that feels like an earthquake, then you get blinded by all this white stuff, and you hear laughter going on outside, followed by another earthquake. haha. I bet it's terrifying to be a snowman. But to the person holding the snow globe, the perspective is so different. The person holding the snow globe sees how beautiful it is to turn it upside down and watch it glisten.<br />
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Okay. Here's the WHOOOOLE point here. We are snowmen. Yep, I bet you were way ahead of me weren't you? You saw it coming probably. But it's so true. <br />
Man, I've gotten in a routine the last 7 months of getting up before dawn, driving to work and having an amazing time watching God raise the sun up and paint brilliant colors upon the sleepy clouds. He's become so real to me just by my getting to SEE His creativity. I have gotten used to my alarm going off at 5:25am, hitting snooze once or twice, getting up, dragging my sleep-drunk self to the Wellspring of Life (coffee maker) and then opening up the bread of Life (the Word) and just having the first 3 hours of my day predictably wonderful with God. But now here I stand, and my job is going to end in 3 weeks. I've gotten no leads on a new job. My routine of "work 5 days and get a paycheck on friday" is about to be history. Things are changing rapidly and my only option is to adjust. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">How about you? I bet that like me you have felt earthquakes going on around you, only to be blinded by the unexpected. And just when you breathe a sigh of relief as the snow settles and you can see again, the earth quakes again. To us, the snowmen, it can seem cruel of God to keep turning our world upside down. It's like a sick game. But to God, the one holding our entire world in His hand, the perspective is totally different. He gets to stand on the outside and see the wonder that unravels at the flick of His wrists. What seems like chaos is actually a brilliant demonstration of beauty. Will we choose to believe today that when our world takes an unexpected spin, that there is something miraculous going on around us that everyone on the outside beholds in amazement? I choose to believe it. God, you are the Author of order and peace. You are completely creative but never spontaneously careless. You can be so artistic with the story You write in my life and not one page or chapter is in vain. I cannot wait to stand on eternity's side and read the book start to finish, and for the first time ever, look at my snow globe of a life from Your eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WlgTX7pr6E0MW96IbMKuUwyXW5OE1Sy3seiB7Q7u2s3yeKapEVUeu2DLBTdVWr8dxaou8xokLgHvSErGYqqTnWMibOQgrEDY5EVtzFuTnwxcaMNN7AC7EPSrq8vYkh_ZEAI_r3vOzGU/s1600/n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 269px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 268px;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1WlgTX7pr6E0MW96IbMKuUwyXW5OE1Sy3seiB7Q7u2s3yeKapEVUeu2DLBTdVWr8dxaou8xokLgHvSErGYqqTnWMibOQgrEDY5EVtzFuTnwxcaMNN7AC7EPSrq8vYkh_ZEAI_r3vOzGU/s320/n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903936796759193464.post-22830065518601337082010-10-19T11:43:00.001-07:002010-10-19T11:47:28.109-07:00Welcome my Blogging Homies!Hello, hello, hello. So glad you stopped by. So yep, get this. You are now part of a community of people that I pray God will use to edify one another, to build up, encourage, cry with, laugh with (and at times, even laugh <em>at</em>) each other. Come along with me and allow me to carry you in my pocket as I bounce from adventure to adventure. I will be faithful with this blog, and I hope you will too! may God bless you on this fine Tuesday.<br /><br />keep doin' the walk,<br />JordanJordan Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00655803424256907162noreply@blogger.com0