Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Rapturous Rose

Rose is the sibling closest to me in age.  She shares my love for Martial Arts, books, and writing, and makes my head hurt with her goings on about chess, quantum theories, and all things math and science.


Sherlock Holmes is her favorite book character—she constantly talks about him.  I was sort of turned off by the Banded Snake story and forsook any further readings in his exploits.  She, on the other hand, has continued reading and one day hopes to solve mysteries as well.  (If anyone could, she could!)

Rose and I have always had a good times reading and imagining about fairy worlds—everything from Middle Earth, to Narnia, to the Arcadians and beyond.  Sometimes, we used to dress up and play the parts... the crown of royalty becomes her.


As fun-loving as she is, she never forgets to make time for the things in life that really matter—she always has time to talk about a Sunday sermon or talk about a Bible passage.  She knows more about Old Testament trivia than anyone I know!  This is a picture of her at a park near our house.  She loves music—especially classical—and plays violin, a little piano, and has a beautiful voice.
We have played together for as long as either of us can remember—we have had many adventures, both real and made-up, together.  As we've grown up, though, our interests have differed—she likes Sherlock Holmes and chess, and I like Mary Slessor and making meals.  Even though we're different, we are still best friends.

Monday, November 28, 2011

The Strategy of Life


My sister (Rose) and my dad love to play chess together.  I try to play with them—when they're at a stalemate, I ask them to simply surrender to me.  But they're both of the mind that chess is a two person game, not a three person game.  A couple days ago when I was watching one of their games, I suddenly thought of something that was pretty cool.  I guess you can decide for yourself if you think it is or not.  My thought was this:  our lives are a game of chess.  Have I lost you yet?
You see, when I play a game of chess with either my dad or my sister, I inevitably lose.  It's not an understatement—I think that I've won two games in the last six or seven years.  It helps that I got tired of the game a couple years ago and haven't played much since, but the real reason is this:  I have no strategy.  At all.  And as my sister constantly telling me, chess is a game of strategy.  Which basically means that with no strategy, you don't stand a chance against my dad or my sister, both of which have a real gift for good strategy, as well as for winning.  Without strategy, chess becomes a long game of sadness.  Slowly, methodically, my pieces die.  And Rose's win.  And somehow, by the time I manage to capture one pawn, she has my king in checkmate.  See why I don't play chess? 
The game of life is like the game of chess.  Without strategy, without being able to see ahead and plan for what you deduct is going to happen, the game of life becomes a slow game of killing off your thoughts, hopes, dreams, and wishes until you lie bare and unprotected, and die alone, without the lowliest pawn to protect you.  But it doesn’t have to be like that. 

If I played chess with my dad "on my team" (aka, telling me what to do and where to put my pieces), I would play a lot differently.  I would win, or at least give Rose a challenging game.  But by myself, I'm not a good chess player.  I lack the strategy I need to play a good game.  It's the same in life—by ourselves, we'll lose.  But with God—the One who has the strategy—we will win.  The strategy God tells us is simple to understand, though hard to accept.  We need to admit that we are sinners, that we are people who don't do the right things in every circumstance.  God does.  And He can't associate with people who are the exact opposite of what and who he is; it's impossible for him to have a relationship with a person who hates Him.  And any sinner is someone who hates God, whether he knows it or not.  Because we are sinners, we are condemned to death.  It's the only righteous punishment for our sins; we can't win the game on our own, we lack the strategy to win.  That's why Jesus came.  He died for you, gave himself, a righteous being, up to Death for you, because He loved you so much.  Because He is the strategy, and therefore knows and understands the strategy, He was able to rise again.  He had beaten Death and won the game.  He knows all the devil's moves by heart, and he can navigate your way through the game of life for you.  All you need to do is ask Him.  Tell Him that you want to accept His gift of life, and that you want to give Him your game.  He can win it for you, but first, you need to ask Him.  He's waiting.  The devil's winning.  What will you do?

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Iowa Pictures

Now that Iowa is behind me, and the mountains in front, I thought it would be good to browse through the many pictures of the plains and hills.  These are some of my favorite pictures of the beautiful landscape of Eastern Iowa. 






Saturday, November 26, 2011

Christmas Music!

Thanksgiving is over and Christmas is in 4 weeks, so I am now announcing (drumroll please) Christmas music!  My favorite radio station, Air1, is now playing it, so I am as well!To kick things off, here's my favorite Christmas song of all time:


Seventeen

Today is my seventeenth birthday, and I was going to use today's post to write down my hopes and goals for the coming year.  When my fingers hit the keyboard, instead of hopes and goals, this is what came out.  I want to share it with you.

Dearest Jehovah,
Thank You for the adventures You have led me on, the growth that You have prepared for me.   I have passed through both the flames of Satan and the sun of the pleasant fields of beauty You have created with me in mind.  I have fallen from Your grasp of my own accord, left Your embrace for a life of my own, thinking foolishly that it would give me the freedom I wanted, the freedom I thought I deserved.  But time and time again, no matter how far I, in my inability and weakness, have fallen, You are always there to catch me, to hold me tight, and to love me the way that no one else could ever love me.  Though I am but a slave, a worthless waif, You guide me into the paths that the Prince once walked, the paths that I now walk in His name.  You have made me Your princess, loved me as Your daughter, and let me call You my Abba, my Father.  You have become the One I live for, and with my every move I pray that I may achieve my desire to become closer to You and learn more of Your ways. You are my life, for my own has died.  You are my mind, for my own has perished.  You are my heart, for my own has broken.  You are my spirit, for without You I would not have one.  You are my Father, my Brother, my Love.  I live for You, and one day I shall die for You.  Thank You for rescuing me and loving me as Your own, for taking me from the sinister paths of the Evil One and giving me a new direction in which to travel. You are my All-in-All, my Alpha and my Omega, my Beginning and my End.  You hear the cry of my very soul when I am in anguish and You come to my rescue, forgetting the reason that I became hurt, forgiving the fact that I have time and time again turned my back to You.  In this next year, let my life be lived with the sole purpose of giving my all to You.  I cannot leave Your presence, or flee from Your Spirit. You are always here with me, to comfort and protect me. And I love You, Yeshua.  I love You, my Lord, my Protector, my Provider. 
Love,
Grace

Friday, November 25, 2011

When is the Real Thanksgiving?

Here we are, the day after Thanksgiving.  This morning some of you most likely got up at 3 AM to storm the doors of shops and freeze to death in the cold November air.   Others most likely slept until nine o'clock, glad to finally have sleep-in day after weeks of work with no breaks and yesterday's confrontation with the relatives.  Maybe today is your housecleaning day—the Friday after Thanksgiving has been officially your "fall cleaning" day ever since the first grandchild was born.

But in all of your business, your everyday lives, will you remember to give thanks?  The Pilgrims actually celebrated Thanksgiving for three days, and I think that the whole "give thanks" thing was pretty well remembered afterward.  But for us, it's a reason to get together with friends, watch TV, and eat a huge meal that leaves everyone sitting around complaining about how tired they are afterward.  Where have we put God in all this "giving thanks"?  My plea is that we will remember Thanksgiving not just one day, two days, or three days out of the year—but all year.  During the hard times and the easy times, when you feel like disappearing into a book and when you feel like shouting for joy in the middle of the mall.  So give thanks through it all, and make every day Thanksgiving.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

100 Things I'm Thankful For

      1.       A Lord who loves me
2.       A father and mother who take care of me
3.       The sun
4.       My cat
5.       My dog
6.       Being able to cry
7.       Being able to laugh
8.       Love
9.       Life
10.   Books
11.   The Bible
12.   School (yes, even algebra and geometry...)
13.   Paper
14.   Pens
15.   Smiles
16.   The smell of a new baby
17.   The smell of a clean dog
18.   Music
19.   Joy
20.   Faith
21.   My journal
22.   Missions
23.   Orphans laughing
24.   Slaves set free
25.   Food
26.   The knowledge of how to prepare that food
27.   Blessings
28.   Prayer
29.   Poetry
30.   Imperfect people
31.   A perfect God
32.   Salvation
33.   Sacrifice
34.   Homemade bread
35.   buying yeast from a Mennonite store
36.   corn swaying in the wind
37.   the color of soy beans at harvest
38.   crinkly leaves
39.   the smell of rain
40.   the sound of thunder
41.   a whispering tree
42.   mountains
43.   baby calves with big brown  eyes
44.   homemade yogurt
45.   raw milk
46.   little children
47.   younger siblings
48.   the colors of a rainbow
49.   the eyes of a person with hope
50.   tears of happiness
51.   picking blueberries
52.   cooking garden-fresh pumpkins
53.   weeding a garden
54.   canning apple butter
55.   the smell of my mom's favorite candle
56.   friends I can trust
57.   letters
58.   patience
59.   petals of a dried rose
60.   hard times of testing
61.   good times of growth
62.   our Compassion children
63.   watching movies late at night
64.   reading my Bible in the quiet of morning
65.   the sunrise
66.   the sunset
67.   my favorite crocheting needle
68.   a bed
69.   being close with my siblings
70.   that the church isn't a building
71.   forgiveness
72.   windows that I can see through
73.   those days when you wake up and the world is perfect
74.   being able to serve people
75.   hugs
76.   that turkeys don't weigh much more than twenty pounds
77.   birds
78.   flight—and the miracle of humans flying
79.   pencils
80.   art
81.   faces
82.   beauty
83.   being homeschooled
84.   phase ten (my very favorite card game)
85.   adults who invest in the lives of kids
86.   dictionaries
87.   tulips
88.   sandals
89.   coats
90.   coffee
91.   spell check
92.   blogging
93.   martial arts
94.   running
95.   my camera
96.   hot chocolate on a cold day
97.   -30 wind chills to make life exciting
98.   Vitamins
99.   Two feet
100.      thanksgiving





Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Cranberry Salad

This is recipe we make every year for thanksgiving, one of my favorites!



1 large box of strawberry jello
2 cups hot water
1 ½ cups cold water
1 can of whole berry cranberry sauce
1 can of mandarin oranges, drained
1 can of pineapple tidbits, drained
¼ cup walnuts, chopped

 In a 9 by 13, dissolve the jello package with the hot water, and add cold water.  Mix in all other ingredients into the jello and put a lid on the container.  Place in the fridge for two hours, or until firm.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Book of the Week: God's Smuggler, by Brother Andrew




When two people who don't know each other tell you about one book within a matter of a couple months, you know that you should read it. For me God's Smuggler was one of those books, and if you're looking for anything pertaining to adventure, suspense, faith, and/or modern miracles, I would definitely refer you to this book. 
Brother Andrew was born in 1928 and grew up in a world that was governed by war.  He and his friends' favorite games were spies and soldiers, and he had high hopes of going into the army.  He followed that dream as a young man, but God had different plans and sent him away from the action with a "permanent" ankle injury.  Andrew became a devout follower of God after his army adventure and searching for meaning in the life around him.  Later in life, he began visiting Communist countries, especially those in the Soviet Union.  His many hair-raising stories of how God provided for him during even the hardest scrapes are amazing!  He has inspired many people through this simple retelling of his life—including me.  I have learned, through God's Smuggler, to keep on believing in God even when a situation doesn't seem possible to fix.  Having the faith of a mustard seed is probably possible, but keeping the faith of a mustard seed seems to be the hard thing.  This is the true-life story of a man who had the bravery and faith to help his brothers and sisters suffering in other countries... and who knows, it may inspire you to do the same!

Monday, November 21, 2011

The Abortion Holocaust: What is your response?

This is an amazing movie--it's totally worth your time. Please watch it and pass it along to your friends!

Friday, November 18, 2011

My half-full cup

Someone once said that a cup could be looked at as half-full, or half-empty.  How true that is!  As many of you already know, my family recently sold our house and we have relocated to Colorado.  Right now, life isn't looking too up for me—I came home from a Colorado camp, just in time to pack and say good-bye to the friends I thought that I would be spending the rest of my high school years (or more!) with.  We moved from Colorado four years ago, and though I am glad to have moved back, it is an ongoing challenge to meet new friends and begin to reconnect with the old ones.  I have been through and learned so much since we moved to Iowa, and now I need to use what I've learned to keep my "cup half-full" instead of half-empty!  I want to share with you some tips I've learned for improving the "view of your cup," and replace it with a God-centered attitude:
1.       Read your Bible!  What does God say about your situation?  Are you tired? Matthew 11:28 says, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."  Are you afraid?  Philippians 4:6-7 says, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." 

2.       Help others.  This isn't just a tip to keep you busy, I promise!  Helping others always makes me realize that the world is bigger than "me" and "mine."  I mean, since when has wiping a two-year-old's snotty nose and slobbery chin been a big confidence booster?!? Getting my focus off of me makes me able to see Him and what He would want me to think about—not about my problems, but about how I can use my situation to help out others in need.

3.        Pray Continuously.  Don't just pray one or two times a day; pray every time that you think of it.  What—you only think of it one or two times a day?  You can fix that easily!  Start memorizing scripture about prayer, and every time that you see or recite that verse, guess what?  You'll remember to pray!  Some verses to get you started: 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 (sounds long, but that's just to scare you.  It's a great one if you're not used to memorizing, short and sweet.), Mark 14:38, Ephesians 6:18, and James 5:13.  I have been so much happier when I'm praying more often!  And speaking of memorizing...

4.       Memorizing Scripture!  Start with the passages above, or consider these ones: Romans 8:35-39, Galatians 5:22-26, and James 1:2-4.  If it seems like some of the passages you want to memorize are too long, then memorize only a couple verses, and see where it takes you.  Scripture will bring you closer to God, and at the same time, make you realize that your situation isn't as bad as it seems from the start!

Those are four of my suggestions for making your cup seem a little fuller than what it probably has seemed.  Though going through hard times can be challenging, I whole-heartedly believe that God allows us to go through them for a reason—often for our good.  Sometime in the future, I am sure that you will be able look back on the difficulties you're facing now and be able to say that they were for God's glory.  Just remember—sometimes we can learn a whole lot more about ourselves and our Heavenly Father by keeping a positive attitude during our times of testing and trials! 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Music-NeedtoBreathe

This is one of my favorite of Needtobreathe's songs. It reminds us that as servants of Christ, we're all outsiders!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Gibberish?

"De delo-dopper!" my 2-year-old brother yells, pointing out the window.  "De delo-dopper!" 

To most people, his words mean nothing.  But to me and the rest of my family, they mean exactly what Isaiah wants them to mean.  We understand the gibberish perfectly, and to us it sounds pretty much like our own language, though he's definitely not a master yet.  I can make out his carefully thought out speeches easily, but if it were another child, in a different family, I usually can't make heads or tails of the excited gabble.   The reason?  I'm not around the other youngsters 24/7.  The parents and older siblings of a toddler will almost always be able to tell you in perfectly translated, understandable, modern-day English what the child is saying.  They are around the child (or children!) all the time, and because of this are able to completely understand their needs and desires, and the words that come out of the toddler's mouth usually sound (to them, at least) near to their own words.  When we are around a certain child long enough we can understand what is repeated to us over and over. 
This reminds me of our relationship with other people—and God.  At times, we all become frustrated with the inability of other humans to "understand" us.  But this shouldn't be a surprise to us.  Those people aren't around us 24/7, only when we're at work, or come home from school, or when we go somewhere or do something with them.  People are not able to fully understand each other.  Maybe they can understand each other well (can translate the other person's "gibberish,") but to be able to perfectly and easily work together at all times is virtually impossible. 
God, however, is with us all the time.  He understands us totally, because not only is He with us 24/7, but He created us!  He knows what our likes and dislikes are, what we want, and what we need.  So the next time that you need help, are feeling misunderstood, or are looking for a friend who totally "gets it," go to God.  Chances are, He knows what you're talking about.
(And by the way—"De delo-dopper" can be translated as "The helicopter.")

Sunday, November 6, 2011

For us girls

One of my favorite Bible passages of all time happens to be Psalm 45:10-11.  It says,
"Listen, O daughter, consider and take ear.  Forget your people and your father's house.  The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your Lord."
These verses means a lot to me, and not just as a, "Oh, God just said to take off on my own and forget about the rest of my family!" type of thing.  I view this as the way that we are to worship Him. 

It's an earnest plea for God's daughters to seek Him before anything, or anyone, else.  Before the people we know.  Before the family we love.  Jesus Christ loves us and is spellbound by how beautiful we are before Him.  He wants us to spend time with Him—as His lover, His daughter, and His friend.  God desires you to serve Him, and to worship Him as only you can. 
This passage was shared with me by one of my camp counselors at camp this summer.  When she shared it, I realized that it was the first time that I had truly seen a Bible passage jump out at me this much.  I have known my whole life that God loves me and wants the best for me, and that I look, act, and live the way I do because it's what He desires, but I never thought that He was actually enthralled by my beauty.  Not only outwardly, but my inward beauty.  I haven't really given too much thought on how much God loved me, or how I should act towards that love.

Instead of pulling away, my prayer is that I will lean towards my Lord.  I need to give my all to the One who loves me so dearly, the One who is so enthralled by me beauty that He would die for me, and me alone.  My desire is to be so close to my Father, my Lord, my Christ, that my day-to-day "busyness" and hectic lifestyle doesn't hinder my ability to continue growing closer to Him.  If I needed to, could I leave my family for His sake?  Instead of being bombarded by the little things in life, I want to be fully focused on the one Big thing in life, the Being who has captured my heart.  I want you to make it your prayer, too.  God is completely and utterly in love with us.  Are we willing to return that love?

Friday, November 4, 2011

Lucy Lane's Gotcha Day

This is one of the most amazing adoption videos I've seen yet. It's so stirring! I found it a while ago on a friend's blog and knew I had to share it with all of you!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Seeing things in a different light

I was looking through my pictures today and I realized that some of them are a little bit different.

Not different bad, mind you.  Just different... different.

While wondering what to do with them, I had the thought to put them on my blog and share some more of my (different) world with you. 




What do these pictures have in common?  They're all strange, or out of the ordinary.  Not bad pictures, but unusual images, if you think about it.  They're different than what you'd usually see.
Different is usually viewed as a bad thing in our society.  If you're different, it usually means that you're not the same (obviously...).  You're an outcast, odd, or sheltered, even.  Different than the "rest of the human race."  You're a stranger in a strange land.  Sound familiar?
The funny thing about being different is that you're not the same.  You have the right to not act like everyone else in the world ought to act.  Don't try to act like everyone else; be happy being you—the one and only!  Different may seem strange or wrong to some people.  But to me, different is beautiful.