getting to know you

Have I ever mentioned that I love plays? Well, I do--& Kansas City gives me plenty of opportunities to enjoy the stage in the summertime. Mom & I have made attending plays together a summer tradition since I entered college four years ago. We've seen a plethora of theatre favorites at a variety of community theaters.

We attended Seven Brides for Seven Brothers & half of The Wizard of Oz (the show was called at intermission due to tornado warnings . . . & we were in Kansas, true story) at Shawnee Mission's Theatre in the Park. We've fallen in love with Kansas City's Shakespeare's festival where we've seen Othello & The Merry Wives of Windsor come to life on stage. 

So, why do I go to plays with Mom? It's our date time--our way of getting to know each other a little better. We share jokes, personal stories about the play, & interesting tidbits that we've picked up over the years. Our outings have allowed me to share some of the knowledge I've gained in studying dramatic productions in college. While we laugh, talk, and sing along we get to know things about each other that makes our relationship closer than ever.

We started this summer's theatrical experience with The King & I at Starlight Theatre (with Lou Diamond Phillips as the King of Siam--you know, the La Bamba guy). I have always loved The King & I -- I watched the video all the time growing up. During the prelude of nearly every song I would turn to Mom & say, "I love this part! This is my favorite part . . . really!" How can you not love "I Whistle a Happy Tune" & "There is a Happy Land"? Or what about the "March of the Siamese Children"?  

What is my absolute favorite part? Well, there are two. The first takes place in Act I as "Mrs. Anna" teaches the children. Do you know what it is? (Hint: look at the post title.) It's the song, "Getting to Know You". I love the setting, the characters, the words & the tune. The second scene, & probably my true favorite, is the  play that Tuptim writes: "The Small House of Uncle Thomas".  Even though the retelling of Stowe's story is rather inaccurate & praises the name of Buddha, Mom & I connected as we laughed at the creative movements of the actors across the stage. 

I can't wait to see what other plays Mom & I will be going to this summer. But I know one thing for sure, whatever play we are watching, we could be singing "Getting to Know You".

change

Raise your hand if you don't like change. . . . Ok, since I can't physically see you, I'm going to assume that everyone dislikes change a little. You may be one who revolts against any suggestion of change or you may be one that embraces change with open arms (& a slightly quivering heart). Me? I fall somewhere in between. Whenever change is upon me, I find myself both nervous & excited. Change means life is going to be different from here on out--I will never be able to return to "this" point in time. Change means a new direction--whether slight or drastic. But most importantly, change means allowing God to lead me away from my comfort zone & toward the glorious fulfillment of His will.

That sounds exciting, right?

Right, except when I let my selfish plans & desires get in the way. Except when I decide to hold on to everything in my life with white-knuckled clasped fists.

This summer is the beginning of a lot of change for me. While I'm excited about the opportunities that I know the Lord will bring my way in the future, I'm also terrified that life may not turn out like I've dreamt for so long.  

For the first time in four years I will not be leaving home in the fall for college. I won't share a room with 3-4 other girls in a dorm inhabited by 50-60 other Christian girls. I won't see the professors or walk the campus I've fallen in love with. I don't get to take any more speech classes & for the first time in four years, I will not be helping in a college production.

But, as sad as I am about leaving college & beginning the next chapter in my life, I'm excited about the new opportunities that lie ahead. I get to teach--not just practice teaching on other education majors. I get to minister at my home church in new ways. I get to keep in touch with friends from across the country.

Change hurts sometimes--I'm learning that this summer, too. Most of my close friends now live 500+ miles away. My older brother, his wife, & my nephew move 1300 miles away. I'm not doing what I wanted to do this summer. But you know what? God never promised that walking in His will was going to be easy. In fact, He promised that those who truly followed Him would suffer persecution. PERSECUTION. I'm pretty sure that throwing a pity-party because friends & family aren't close & that I'm not working the job I had in mind count as persecution.

So, what do I think about change? I think change is a great opportunity to learn more about myself as I conform to the image of Christ. Change is seeing that God's thoughts are more wonderful than mine & that His plans are more amazing than anything I could ever imagine.

I may not completely like change, but I know that God uses change to give me His best.

take note

I don't know when I started taking church notes, but I know it's been forever. Every Sunday, for as long as I can remember, I've been obsessed with filling in the blanks in the outline provided for the morning service. What started out as an obsession has turned into a reflective journal so I can continue to learn more about my God.

Of course, as a young child I just wanted to fill in the blanks. I would sit next to Mom or Grandmommy with my Bible & bulletin spread in my lap & my eyes glued on . . . Mom or Grandmommy's notes. While appeared to be an attentive listener, I was focused on one thing--the blanks. If the sermon got boring or if the preacher seemed to take too long one one point, he completely lost my attention. My bulletin became a sketch book & my blanks remained . . . well, blank. Once I returned to the reality of the sermon, I would lean over & eye Mom's bulletin & loudly whisper, "what's that word?" & "is this spelled right?"

As I grew up, my notes became less of an obsession & more of a listening tool. I began taking notes during school chapels & at summer camp to help me follow along. I can't say that I learned much from those sermons in elementary & junior high, but I was learning to listen. Which was an important step to applying the sermons personally.

I don't know when it clicked, but somewhere between seventh & ninth grade it hit me--those blanks I'd been filling out religiously since I could writer were no longer just words to fill out my page, nor were notes just to keep me from getting bored. Taking notes allowed me to return to the sermon as a reminder of truths so I could apply the message to my life. My notes are no longer just an outline of the sermon--they include personal thoughts, quotes that get me thinking, & even songs that relate to the message. My notes are personal reminders so I can continue to become more like Christ.

There is no right or wrong way to take notes. A friend at college only writes down a phrase or two because she finds writing distracting (something I, admittedly, don't quite understand) & another friend only writes down what he finds to be new or novel. Last Sunday, my attention was drawn to a junior high girl who was strictly taking down the sermon's outline.

My point? How you take notes does not matter.

So, what does matter? Well, as you sit under the preaching of God's Word, are you taking note? Are you allowing God to change your life through the preaching of His Word?

my life is not my own

Tonight was the Lord’s Supper at my extension church. I love celebrating the Lord’s Supper—and not just because I like the tart taste of Welch’s grape juice.

The Lord’s Supper calls me to break open my heart before Christ. To lay before Him my praise and thankfulness for what He has done in my life and to apologize and repent for sins I have harbored for too long. Truly, I don’t have to—and should not—wait for the Lord’s Supper to open my heart to my Savior, but I always enjoy the service, nonetheless.

So far this semester the Lord has been teaching me that my life is not my own. Every time I sit down in a church or chapel service—even in my personal, room, and dorm devotions—God challenges me to change. He pleads for me not to settle for mediocre Christianity, but to live a fulfilled, satisfied life of a servant.

I don’t want to sound like an angel—change is hard! I feel as though I meet failure at every turn—I am 14 years old in Christ and I have yet to read through my Bible outside of a requirement for a college course. That’s sad! But God has challenged me and, praise the Lord, I have been more consistent this year than any year of my Christian life. Then there’s the struggle of Bible memory—how pitiful that I can memorize an eight-minute speech in a few hours, but I struggle to commit God’s Word to memory.

As I sat in the pew tonight, surrounded by faithful believers, my heart broke in realization that, though I am growing, I have a long way to go. At the beginning of the semester, Evangelist Will Galkin said, “I’m not who I used to be, but I’m not who I want to be. I am what I am by the grace of God.” How true! The more I learn about and grow in my God, the more I realize I have to learn and grow.

Before communion tonight we sang “His Robes for Mine.” This song has been a wonderful encouragement in my life and has brought tears to my life. That my God gave his life, willingly, for me, a horrible sinner, is beyond my comprehension. Christ suffered for me so I could be justified before Christ—yet I struggle to obey Him in simple things and sometimes live in doubt that He will perform as He promises.

I encourage you to take a moment to read the words and pour them into your heart. God has given ALL for me, truly “my life is not my own.”

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His robes for mine: O wonderful exchange!
Clothed in my sin, Christ suffered ‘neath God’s rage.
Draped in His righteousness, I’m justified.
In Christ I live, for in my place He died.

Chorus:

I cling to Christ, and marvel at the cost:
Jesus forsaken, God estranged from God.
Bought by such love, my life is not my own.
My praise—my all—shall be for Christ alone.

His robes for mine: what cause have I for dread?
God’s daunting Law Christ mastered in my stead.
Faultless I stand with righteous works not mine,
Saved by my Lord’s vicarious death and life.

His robes for mine: God’s justice is appeased.
Jesus is crushed, and thus the Father’s pleased.
Christ drank God’s wrath on sin, then cried “‘Tis done!”
Sin’s wage is paid; propitiation won.

His robes for mine: such anguish none can know.
Christ, God’s beloved, condemned as though His foe.
He, as though I, accursed and left alone;
I, as though He, embraced and welcomed home!

risks

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.

To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.

To reach out for another is to risk involvement.

To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self.

To place your ideas, your dreams, before a crowd is to risk their loss.

To love is to risk no being loved in return.

To live is to risk dying.

To hope is to risk despair.

To try is to risk failure.

But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

Persons who risk nothing do nothing, have nothing and are nothing.

They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, or live.

Chained by their attitudes, they are slaves, for they have forfeited their freedom.

Only a person who risks is free.

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Risks & gambles. A seemingly natural part of life. Now, some people believe risk and gambles are synonomous. They are not. Risks are calculated leaps of faith where the reward is sure; gambles are spontanious action with limited (& impractical) possibilty of reward.

I don't know about you, but my life isn't a gamble. But it's not a risk either. Risks merely offer freedom--freedom to expand my horizens & envision something more.

So, are you up to taking some risks?

perfect protection

Christ is my Perfect Protection

"The LORD is my Shepherd"

Before we begin studying the characteristics of the Good Shepherd, we must understand what that title means. John 10:11,14 (AMP) says, "I am the Good Shepherd. The Good Shepherd risks and lays down His [own] life for the sheep. I am the Good Shepherd; and I know and recognize My own, and My own know and recognize Me." Isn't that amazing? Christ laid down his life for me--but He doesn't stop with sacrifice, He has claimed me as His own & recognizes my voice when I cry out in the night.

What does that phrase, "The LORD is my Shepherd," mean?
(I'll give you a hint, look at the title)--that's right, God is our perfect protection. What words come to mind when I say 'protection'? The ones I immediately thought of were shelter, tower, shield, & defense (quite a list, huh?). The Psalms are filled with verses proclaiming God as our shelter, tower, shield, & defense--Psalm 89:18, 91:4, 119:14, just to list a few.

Man has an opposing, sinful characteristic to go with each of God's holy ones. If God is our protection, what is man's problem? Give up? FEAR. We are afraid of everything!--spiders, darkness, fire, paper cuts, failure, people, & death, just to name a few. But, & here's a wonderful thought, we don't have to be afraid anymore--God is our perfect protection!

the Good Shepherd

I must admit that I was a horrible room leader last semester. I allowed my schedule & my academics to reign--& missed out on getting to know the four amazing girls I shared my room with. At the end of the semester, Holly asked one of the girls to move to second floor & now I'mm regretting the time I wasted getting to know her.

This is my last semester and it's going to be different. No more complacency. No more (ok, so less) selfishness--I won't let ME reign.

In light of that, I made two commitments with the Lord:
1) read my Bible at least 20 days each month
2) prepare a devotional lesson every week for my room

I knew where I was going personally, but I had no idea what to do for my room. On Sunday, January 9, I headed to Sunday School for the last time before heading back to college for my final semester at Maranatha. I never expected the Lord to give me what I had asked for: a series to study with my roommates.

My Sunday School teacher pointed out 16 characteristics of the Good Shepherd from Psalm 23. I was stunned & challenged by the characteristics of my God in such a short Psalm. What a blessing!

So, over the next semester I will be sharing with you what the Lord teaching my roommates & me about Himself from Psalm 23. Enjoy!