Tara & Joy Love to Ramble

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer. Barbara Kingsolver

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

One More Day! Yay!

Excitement is building, as I am one day away from visiting my sister! It seems as though it has been ages since we last saw one another, and I cannot wait to spend time with her! To share in her life and see what she has been up to all this time we have been apart. I still remember the days when she would ask me to fix her hair and when we'd play "house" together. I remember seperating for the first time in kindergarten. We used to do EVERYTHING together . . . and now, as we "grow-up" we go our won ways, which is good, but I miss her terribly! So again I say, ONE MORE DAY!!!!

Sunday, October 21, 2007

I wait . . .

Today, driving home . . . I missed you. I missed the sound of your voice and the scent of your cologne. I missed the way you look at me when I am being ridiculous. I missed the your hair feels when I run my hands through it. I have missed you my entire life. I think of you often and dream of you daily. The hope of you feels my heart and compels my senses.

And so I wait . . .

I wait until the day that we meet. I wait for the reassuring look in your eyes that tells me you have waited for me as well. I wait for you. My love, my best friend. I wait for the day that we will join our lives as one to serve our God.

The God that has given you to me. The God that loves us both and whom we love first and fore most. The God who is love that enables us to love one another.

And so I wait . . .

I wait with purpose. I wait with patience. I wait with a serving heart. I wait for you . . .

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Awkward. How It Should Be.

. . . even the word itself appears on the screen as "awkward"
the spelling never looks quite right, and to say it requires an odd effort.

So what does this word have to do with following Jesus?

This past weekend a group that I am involved in at school went on a retreat to the mountains to escape the stress of daily life and focus our attention on God and one another; however, God had something else in store. While the weekend definitely provided much needed rest and time away from what has become "real life", it also provided many more challenges than I was anticipating.

We recieved several talks over the weekend from Pastor John Stone and he began to open our eyes to the life that we should be receiving in death. Death to ourselves provides life in Christ. All the while I am simply mulling over the fact that I have heard this before. Although the phrase has become common- my practice of this phrase is far from common. Furthermore, in order to truly exiplify Christ not only are we going to have to choose to allow Him to thrust us out of our comfort zones- We are going to be awkward.

How? you might ask. I began to think about the life of Christ and as I did so, it became rather evident how awkward Christ was in his life here. He was born in a barn to begin with (a birth he chose for us). Then, his parents were looked down upon because of his birth. And there are more and more examples that appear the more we learn about him. But, of course, the ultimate example of his awkwardness comes in his death. A man that has existed before the world began, possessing power that the human brain cannot fathom, allows himself to be humiliated, taunted, beaten, bloodied, broken, and crucified . . . that is awkward. His death made people uncomfortable. His death makes people uncomfortable.

So why do i assume that to profess my faith in him and in his life and his death and his resurrection and his love . . . why would i not think this to be an awkward profession to make in a world that does not understand nor seem to care?

Jesus came to a place that was not is home. He was a foreigner and it was awkward. i am also in a place that is not my home and it is awkward, not only for me, but, hopefully, for those around me.

The gospel, the life of Jesus should make people uncomfortable. And I should not be afraid to admit that and believe it and life it. But sometimes- i am.

"That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." - 2 Cor.12:10