The red headed girl with hairy feet.

Some of the weird things that I can't stand: uncrossed sevens, writing in blue ink, letting the microwave get through to zero without stopping it (which involves MANY last second dashes to the microwave), long nails... but worst of all; feet.
But in the shower today I remembered a girl I met in New Mexico back in August.  We were attending a camp seminar where the speaker made us all pair off. Now I had gone with two other girls so I went off to find a 'stranger' to buddy with. And we had to share our testimony and struggles with each other and all these other activities whilst the speaker timed us then we would switch over and she talked about her family and this guy she was dating who her family didn't like based on racism and it was just one of those Holy Spirit moments where you get to share your heart, without restraint, with a sister you will never see again.  But what I remember most about her was that she had REALLY hairy feet... but she was beautiful, and I sincerely want to remember that.

"She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks." Proverbs 31

So today at Beautiful Feet, we got promoted.  Gone are the days of stocking the storeroom or slicing cakes, today Holly and I were entrusted with making Chili for 800 people attending an event tonight, I hope you can envision just how much meat we had to fry between the two of us!  But as I see how different our time there has become it makes me think about the abilities we have that we never tap into. There really isn't all that much that you can't be taught, sure it may take time and there is probably always somebody who could do it better, but my fear is that one day we will come to the end of our lives and the Lord will show us what we did with our time then he will show us what we had the POTENTIAL to do with our time and we will be frustrated at the difference.  I know its probably an over-used quote but this is what came to mind today, 

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Honestly, everyday is a struggle against idleness for me: I could happily spend my days sleeping, reading, eating and watching the odd movie, but I know that the Lord desires SO much more from me.  So again I pray for diligence, knowing I'm the only one who can answer my own prayers.

Some would say its foolishness...

A couple of days ago I was reminded of one of my favourite stories in the Old Testament in 2 Samuel where, "David, wearing a linen ephod, danced before the Lord with all his might," and when told he was acting as a disgrace and a commoner he replied,

"It was before the Lord, who chose me rather than your father or anyone from his house when he appointed me ruler over the Lord's people Israel - I will celebrate before the Lord.  I will become even more undignified than this"

And I think that was a timely reminder that the ways of the Lord sometime's call for an undignified response of forgetting ourselves and all we strive to portray in order to fling ourselves into wholehearted worship, or to cry on our knees for the lost, or to be ridiculous with that friend who is lonely. Last night I read back through my latest journal and it half made me laugh at the random and ridiculous things I talk to the Lord about but it was also just crazy to see together how the Lord has been relentlessly pursuing me and speaking his love over me.  A love that requires more than a dignified appreciation;

[I will dance I will sing to be mad for my king 

 Nothing lord is hindering the passion in my soul  

And I'll become even more undignified than this 

Some would say it's foolishness but  

I'll become even more undignified than this].

Soli deo Gloria.

Corrupted holiness.

I've always been a big believer in personal holiness. Good works are easy to do and growing up in a lost culture I've seen many 'good' people doing awesome, selfless things, without knowing Christ. So although good works are of course important, I realised pretty fast that I couldn't persuade the ones I love that I am in a redeeming relationship with the creator of the universe by simply helping out in the nursery or because I taught sunday school...they wanted something more than that.

Instead I think the biggest evidence of those who love Christ is how they handle the small things; whether they freak out when things don't go as they planned or how they speak to their Mum, or wether they notice that person who's shy or having a hard time. THIS, I believe is our chance to become,

"blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world" Philippians 2:15

...and this, I believe, is where the greatest discipline lies: in the hours spent in scripture and prayer and good fellowship in order to become the embodiment of our faith. A new creation, to whom the automatic response is to trample the sin nature in order to resemble Christ instead. "Be holy as I am holy."

But anyway, the point is that this week I was reading Isaiah 6:5

"Woe to me!" I cried. "I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips"

And that's when I realised that I have been neglecting a major part of my holiness as I have failed to realise the extent to which I am influenced by the spiritual state of those around me.  Isaiah cried out in despair not only for his own short fallings, but also for those of his people.  And it was through this that the Lord convicted me that I need to take on the trials and struggles of those around me as my own, instead of just selfishly securing my own holiness: to aknowledge the oneness of the body.

And of course the Lord has been faithful in trying out my response to his teaching as my eyes have been opened to so, so much of the hurt of others the past few days. So once again I am thankful for the Lord's rebuke and thankful for him alowing my heart to break once again.

"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." Maya Angelou

Friday afternoons are one of my favourite times of the week because the bestfriend and I get in from a mornings worthwhile work at beautiful feet and I get to take a long, hot shower and put on my pjs and just read or watch a movie or do such leisurely things as blogging before the evening's activities commence, which tonight is a dinner date with one of my favourite women, Paula.  It doesn't take much to make me happy and Friday afternoons sure do fill me with joy!

Today I was thinking about some of the things I miss most about home so I thought I'd share a few...
1.  My yellow and green bedroom: which has to be one of my very favourite places in the world because it's MY space where my thoughts and opinions are what goes.  I love time spent by myself in my room but I also loved that there always seemed to be somebody in my bed: be it coming home from school to find Meredith napping in there or waking up to Emz snuggling in with me or Sunday afternoons spent with Holly and Rachel just lying in my bed, discussing the future and putting the world to rights or just if I was in bed reading or studying when any of our friends would pop over to see Emz or Meredith they would stop by my room and climb into my bed.
2.  There's a little place in Tynemouth called Luis wine bar where I would sometimes go with my Dad.  We would walk the 2 miles there and the 2 miles back and he would ask me all about the plans I have my life and I would tell him I still had none of it figured out then he would tell me all about his work and all the important things that he does and I would feel smarter for just spending time with him.  Then he'd tell me about the places and things he wanted me to see in the world and these trips would always pretty much go like that.  And that's somehow become my favourite restaurant, but it's the daughter-dad time that I treasured and miss more than the place or the menu.  I have a wonderful, wonderful Father and I hope to never forget that.
3. Monday night and Tuesday lunchtime Starbucks.  Mondays I finished school early and Emma and I would drive to the Silverlink and not really talk but just have our quiet times or write letters, enjoying each other's presence.  I think there's a lot to be said about enjoying the silence of another. Then Tuesday lunchtimes were the best because my school friends would always get so mad but every week I would take the metro to meet Holly in Newcastle for Starbucks and I guess you could call it 'accidental accountability.'  I know I get to live with Hol now but those short periods of time were just special as we shared our hearts and she almost seemed to give me the encouragement I needed to finish the week well.  Then she would go back to uni and I would go back to school, thanking the Lord for that friendship.
4.  Doing my homework in the kitchen whilst my Mum prepared dinner. I can't help but smile as I type this (and I hope you read this Momma)  but my Mother has a hilarious habit of talking and sighing to herself... especially when she's doing a task.  So I would tell her to stop because I was trying to "concentrate" which of course increasing the sighing and talking to herself and so the frustrating but highly comical cycle would begin... but I would never leave until my homework was done (or if I could tell she was about to ask me to lay the table.)  I'm realising a lot lately that I am becoming a lot like my mother and catching myself talking to myself is just one of the awesome ways in which this is true.
5. Praying with Meredith every night. A discipline and delight that I miss but thank the Lord for. We didn't always want to but we always did and it was always enough to soften my heart when it needed to be softened or convict me when the Lord was longing for me to just stand up. She would usually pray for the big things that I had failed to consider before, like the persecuted church and I would tackle the day to day like our families and school. It was a good routine, I liked that one.

'You can have all this world, just give me Jesus'

The other day I listened to a sermon about living for Christ not only in the significant but also in the cold, the boring and the mundane. And the guy talked about how he and his wife had thought about moving to a third world country for a few years to be missionaries and they'd asked the opinions of others and one guy asked what they thought they would be doing differently, (bearing in mind this is an AWESOME couple, heavily involved in their local church and investing in people there) and they thought about it and realised all the things they would want to do are things they could, should and need to be doing exactly where they are.  And I couldn't agree more, I forget that I'm only here for a year and instead I've caught myself trying to get comfortable, to surround myself with familiarity, even if its new familiarity: I have my favourite places, people, foods here... goodness I even have a pet fish! And whilst its such a blessing to feel so at home here I'm wary not to forget that my time here is short and my every action and relationship needs to be intentional in the same way as it would be were I on a few week mission trip to Texas.
  But more than that I am learning and remembering and re-learning that all the comfort and security I need is found solely in the fact that I  belong to Jesus.  To look at the things I tear myself up to strive after and realise that they are MEANINGLESS in the face of my saviour... my first love.

Hosea.

Holly and I went out of town last week to visit our sister Delainey at college, which was a wonderful break and we got to visit and catch up with our friends down there and meet what seemed like hundreds of new people (most of whose names I have already forgotten because if your brain has a 'new name maximum capacity', I think mine has almost reached it!) but most significantly I fell in love with the book of Hosea.

 We were at the women's retreat sleepover and the girls on leadership were sharing their testimonies and one girl talked about how she had been sexually abused when she was younger and had come to find her worth and acceptance in boys and relationships and the Lord just spoke to her through Hosea to say that the things she thought she was finding in these destructive relationships were actually from the Lord, he had given her everything, perfect love and acceptance and it wasn't enough for her, she was seeking to find her identity in lovers. And it just spoke to me because I think we all do that, we go looking in other places for things that the Lord wants to extravagantly bestow us or worse we take the things that the Lord gives us and accredit the blessings to others.  We throw our pearls to the pigs.  We fail to see that God is enough.

"She has not acknowledged that I was the one who gave her the grain, the new wine and oil, who lavished on her the silver and gold- which they used for Baal."

And the rest of the girls shared their incredible testimonies and it was just good to be able to cry with them and to understand a little better that our hearts are something to be treasured and guarded and pursued and that our God is JEALOUS for all of the glory.

So I'm still reading Hosea, alongside Meredith, but its definitely my new favorite book (I say that about every book ;))  and I find myself once again challenged by, and in awe of, the sovereignty of our Father.

"Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.  there she will sing as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt." Hosea 2:14-15

"She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue" Proverbs 31

I started writing this blog about some supposedly profound thought about the eighth deadly sin and the ways Satan steals our witness and then the Lord just stops me and lets me know "Luce, you're writing for yourself here, not for me"...

So I guess I'll save the profound for another day and instead talk about whats really on my heart.  And that's the 10 girls that I got to spend this evening with as they shared their hearts in our small group and talked about what they want to do with their lives and what the Lord taught them this summer.  As they talked about their hearts for missions and children and the unique ways to which the Lord has called them I had to stop myself crying as I almost felt as if I shared in the Lords pride for his girls, his daughters daily choosing him over the ways of the world.

I can't really further explain it, I guess the Lord is just teaching me to treasure the beauty in the simple, but tonight was a reminder to me to discover exactly whats important and to not be ashamed to keep my eyes on the goal. There is SO much at stake, SO much that makes it worth it. Oh, and I guess learning to not confuse what I want the Lord to be teaching me for a good blog and what the Lord is really trying to teach me for a good heart.

Soli deo Gloria - Glory to God alone.

A wink, a wave and a wiggle ;)

"Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires." Song of Solomon 8:4. 

 I've always loved this verse, and even today as I begin a new relationship with the most amazing man of God, I continue to stand by it and accept it as a personal challenge.  With the dating scene as it is today and the degrading culture in which we live, I see my sisters in Christ settling for less than they deserve all the time.  This breaks my heart, but so often the Lord has to remind me to let what breaks my heart for others, also break my heart for myself.  Sunday was a reminder to me to put down all the things I am running with and simply BE in the presence of the Lord. To not be expecting to be let down or to prepare myself for disappointment, but to fully trust in the Lord's hand on my life and his plans for me.  I believe the Lord desires excellence from his children, not that he expects us to reach him through works, but that he has provided a higher standard in discipline, devotion, purity and holiness. But also that he wishes to pour out his excellence upon us, this may not look as we think it should, but it is always GOOD and is always satisfying.


God desires our relationships to reflect the Love he has lavished on us; for me this requires the strength to be vulnerable and the commitment to be whole in the Lord. My completeness lies in the Lord alone and my heart is his first.


But today I know that I am blessed beyond measure and thankful for the gift of a new relationship: a new adventure.

Christ in me, the hope of glory.

Ronnie texts Holly and I before he gets to work (and embarrassingly before we wake up) with an encouragement and a bible verse. Yesterday the verse was this,

‎"For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline." 2 Timothy 1:7

and that's been enough to have me questioning my motives since. In Colombia last summer, the Lord used a devotional one of the team members did on Romans 8:11 to literally change me.  I could no longer pretend that my doubting my ability to do God's will was some kind of humility or meekness but I was in fact doubting the Spirit of God within me... the very same Spirit that raised Jesus Christ.  Well that blew my mind and to illustrate his point the Lord had us do things in Colombia that physically I would never have thought I could.  The Lord was speaking ADEQUACY into my life on that trip (Adecuada in Spanish) and has been reminding me of this persistently since. And I guess it got flagged up again when Brent asked me to give my testimony at Wednesday night church, and I literally type out my "sorry... no" reply (I really really don't like public speaking) when the Lords like "REALLY, you're really going to be that selfish and not let me use what I've done in your life so that you can sit back and be glorified."  There goes my spirit of timidity.
So then today when we were back at the homeless shelter and I find myself doing things that I would never volunteer myself as capable of doing I am shown once again that it is in our weakness that his power is made perfect. I love people who assume I can do things that I wouldn't think I could, but more than that I LOVE Jesus for reminding me today that as his children we are bought into adequacy... throwing off the spirit of timidity and instead clothing ourselves in power, love and self-discipline.

"Don't dwell in the plans of your future over the truths I have written on your heart today."

My future: laying down my future to the Lord has always been a struggle for me. The last year or so has been a lot about the Lord teaching me that I don't need a back up to his plans. This has had huge implications, especially on the way I approached school work, as the holy spirit convicted me that I needed to lay down my grades and that constant striving to be 'well qualified' for life, just in case I ever needed a plan B.  Or even coming to Texas, the Lord convicted me that I needed to close down my extra bank account because I was using it as a safety net instead of trusting in his providence.  In essence the Lord has been stripping the plans I have for myself away to show me that I need to put all my eggs in one basket: HIS perfect will for my life.

The Lord has a habit of casually filling me in on promises for my future, which can be awesome and exciting but then at the same time I have to stop my mind going into overtime as to how he is going to work these things out.   Now when I get a pen in my hand, there's no telling what the Lord is going to speak to me so when I looked down at my booklet in bible study today to see i'd written, "Luce stop trying to build a monument out of my plans because I will MAKE you lay them down," I really had to stop for a second.  I realised I have been turning the Lord's plans into my own plans, as if somehow he needed ME to make them happen?!

Galatians 3:3 "Are you so foolish?  After beginning with the Spirit, are you now trying to attain your goal by human effort?"

The Lord is showing me that I am at risk of neglecting the heart he has given me today and the relationships he has put in my life right now out of fear that I might compromise his plans for my future.  I had not been able to see the irrationality of my fear.  The Lord does not set himself up against himself; the truths the Lord is speaking to me now CANNOT contradict the truths he speaks over my future.

So today is a call for me to lay everything back down, to stop loving independence, to stop loving perfection and to be still in the presence of my maker.

Beautiful feet

"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.  When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me" 1 Corinthians 13:11

There's something captivating about studying the word and singing songs proclaiming Christ as the 'worthy lamb' alongside those that society has proclaimed worthless. Today we headed downtown to see if there were any opportunities for us to serve at the 'beautiful feet ministry' for homeless people.  Straight away the Lord forced me to step up, I went to shake a mans hand (which is bizarre for me to initiate anyway, being an uptight Brit and all) and it wasn't until mid handshake that I realised he had a stump where he had lost one of his fingers, and just as I'm about to start freaking out in my head I'm ushered into the store room to start organizing donations and my attention is demanded elsewhere.  It may sound simple but that's when I realised that as a child of God I am called to be different: different to my shallow instincts and different to the world. At Glorrietta Collegiate week, the speaker spoke a lot about how in order for righteousness to become our true nature we must UPROOT our sin nature to allow good fruit to grow.  I can definitely feel the Lord digging up the roots of my flesh and beginning to slowly replace them with a heart after his that I might "put my childish ways behind me."  Chelsea White quoted this the other day and it stuck with me, 

'The woman who is busy helping the woman below her is too busy to envy the woman above her'

and I think there is great truth in that... we can read books and go to seminars on creating our personal theology but it is not until we go out of our way to "preach good news to the poor..bind up the broken hearted... and proclaim freedom for the captives" that the Lord can fully instill his truth in our thinking and his compassion in our hearts.  For example I've been thinking a lot lately about the value I put on my own life and weather I really would be willing to die for the kingdom, it took a lot of surrender to answer that yes, but its a whole other reality when you are in a situation where you wouldn't be able to protect yourself.  And when Christ whispers 'you are safe' you realise that HAS to be enough...whatever 'safe' might mean to a man crucified at 33 haha.  I'm not really worried that any of these homeless men or women will kill me but I AM realising that for our feet to be beautiful we must go, and that true theology lies in the serving of the Lord.

Perspective in a miracle free zone.

I read this quote the other day,

"Dear God, forgive me for thinking too highly of myself.  Dear God, forgive me for thinking too lowly of myself.  Dear God, forgive me for thinking of myself too much."

and goodness, this is true of me so much of the time...why, when Christ's invitation to follow requires us to 'pick up our cross' is my prayer life so obsessed with my own happiness?  The Lord had to remind me again today that this year is not about me creating a trophy of good deeds for myself and that my time and skills aren't actually mine to delegate... but that regardless of what happens I need to be SATISFIED in the knowledge that I'm where the Lord wants me right now. This is a challenge to guard my attitude and my tongue...

"I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full"

But I also think that in order for our opinion of ourselves to be too great, our opinion of God must have become too small. Today I read in a study that I've been doing for the last few weeks about how the author had been praying with his wife that their house would sell, he then went to pray with his two daughters before bed and the 4 year old prayed "I pray for all the people in the world that they have food and don't get burned by hot lava."  So he thought that was cute and made note to tell his wife, when he was suddenly convicted by the Lord that when he prayed his prayer that the house would sell, the angels were saying to each other "what a cute prayer...can God sell his house...thats precious" but when the 4-year old prayed the entire heavenly host poised themselves ready for God's word to be put into action, "Get food to the people in greatest need through the children of God!  Redirect that lava flow in Hawaii!  Get ready to move!."  He basically went on to challenge whether we are praying God-sized prayers for things that only God can do, or are we just asking God to fix the things in our life that make us uncomfortable.

'The Irresistible Revolution' talks about how in our western lives we often isolate ourselves from miracles and then complain that we aren't seeing God move.  For example if we are hungry we go to the supermarket, if we are sick we go get a prescription from the doctors, and so on.  As a result we search for alternative meanings to scripture, for example what if when we prayed "give us this day our daily bread" we really were on our knees, relying on the Lord to provide the food for that day. Its like David said at bible study last night, if we believe God made the world by speaking it into existence then the rest becomes a piece of cake.

John 3:30 "He must become greater, I must become less"

Top 10 differences between life in the UK and USA

Today I figured I'd fill you in on the less profound parts of being thousands of miles away from home... in the schools we go into, the kids often ask us if it's different in England and in what way...I never really know what to say so I normally just reply "well its colder" which lets be honest, they probably already knew, so here I am sitting down and thinking about the top 10 difference between life in the USA and England...

1. people drive a lot more...everywhere.  I used to think this was laziness until I experienced living in this heat first hand as well as the fact that everything is way more spread out...so I can now say its definitely NOT laziness.  Although I did go for my first jog here this morning when Jared told me I was lazy for still being in bed at 9am (not that I was proving myself or anything...)
2. The sky here is BEAUTIFUL at all times, but especially in the evening.  The Lord has definitely been speaking to me about his awesomeness through just the beauty of the sky.  Looking up and realising that the one who made this is jealous for me and my heart...man it just blows my mind.
3.Hospitality is a big deal here. Its not forced, people just invest in each other more and are way more generous which has been super challenging.  Not just with money but the way the adults have invested in us and the youth is really huge. Im certainly not short of role models out here :)
4.  Food: different food, more food, gross food... we went to the middle school to hang out with some of the youth there at lunch today and one of the girls there was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a little tub of apple mush and some super spicy crisps/chips that like die your hands red, it made me miss my really beautiful school dinners.
5.  Football now means 'American football' to us; we like to think of ourselves as 'personal cheerleaders' as we have been attending everyone's football and volleyball games... and of course our favourite is the weekly pep rally which fully lives up to our highschool musical expectations
6.  Girls like to wear massive bows in their hair... which Im yet to partake in (I think my inner feminist refuses to let me look like a present). But Holly and I have made a team S.W.I.T (Southern Women In Training) so by the time I leave I should be a true woman and have awesome wife potential haha.
7.  Boys are way more chivalrous with opening doors, carrying things, paying for stuff.
8. There are really nasty insects everywhere and the spiders BITE...
9.  People here really love their country and all things American
10. Not many people have a lot of love for Obama </3... political debates are a lot of fun, thats not even sarcastic, its really interesting to hear why people have the views they do and seeing we share the same faith but yet have completely different political ideologies

Why do we say that we're blessed?

Lecrae (the great theologian ;)) once wrote,

"How do I gauge success,Why do I say I'm blessed, Huh, Is it the car that I drive or the place that I rest or the way that I dress?"

I love living in the bible belt, it's like a breath of fresh air for the Lords presence to be so acknowledged in everyday life, just last night eating with Del and Holly, our waiter said goodbye with "God bless" and gave us a 'Jesus pen' to write the receipt haha ... that just doesn't happen in England.  Obviously this has its frustrations and disadvantages because I guess I'm still pretty naive to 'cultural Christianity'..so I'm still prone to be shocked and I've certainly never been so thankful for the gift of discernment.  But I know that the Lord is using living in a Christian home for the first time in massive ways in my heart right now.  I didn't realise how much it would affect me having a  man I can call Dad, who leads the house in blessing the food, who I know is praying for me and who NEVER stops telling me he loves me.  Not that Ronnie is in any way a replacement of my Dad, I am so thankful for my Dad and all that he does for me... its just cool to see how the Lord is making sure I don't miss out, by providing an example of  a godly father and a standard that I don't want to compromise in my own husband.

But anyway, back to the song, being here I hear so many things classified as God's "blessings" and this has been a challenge to better acknowledge the Lord's hand in my life in the small things, but also it has got me thinking whether we make choices for our own selfish gain and then justify them by sealing them with "isn't the Lord good?"  For example, we are 'provided' with more hours at work so we can buy another car, which of course makes life more comfortable...and this becomes the perfect example of God's providence: but is this what the Lord really wants accredited to his perfect name?  Or even, one of my girls had a shop assistant reduce a dress for to the perfect price for her...is this a reason to say we are blessed...or does the Lord in his greatness see us throwing away $40 dollars on a 'cute dress' whilst his other children are starving for the sake of not being able to afford a 10p dinner? This is something I can't wash my hands of: I'm just as guilty as the next 'privileged' Christian, but something the Holy Spirit is relentless in convicting me of; probably just waiting for me to actually do something about it....

Oh and my mum gave away my fish....

The way of the Lord ALWAYS leads to unity

"Too often, Christians are all about brotherly love until somebody slips up.  Then it's like they're dead to us.  There's no place for them in our pews or in our prayers.  We abandon them at precisely the time they most need us.  Guess what happens?  Just as Paul suggests, people do become discouraged.  They aren't able to recover." Boom.  I haven't been able to get this out of my head since I read it the other day (in what turns out to be a pretty sketchy book actually.)  I'm realising that as Christian's we create a culture of perfectionism that we impress on our brothers and sisters and in doing so bind ourselves by the very same law.  The result: the scandalous breakdowns of people we thought were 'so godly' and the inability to share our struggles fully for fear of not looking 'together' enough.  I know for me its one thing to admit my struggles to the Lord, but when he then tells me I need to share it with Holly its a WHOLE other level of repentance.

So when I find myself guilty of this fickle 'brotherly love' I realize the need to go back to the classic 1 Corinthians 13 and remember that love "does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth." I do not want those who's company the Lord has blessed me with to fear I will reject them when they stray and nor do I want to bind myself to an impossible standard of perfection and self-preservation.  I guess I'm just learning the fullness of GRACE and how it must impact the way I live my life.

On a more lighthearted note, I just went to my first baseball game, drove in America for the first time had the joy of coming home to a bestfriend with a tub of Ben and Jerrys and an episode of outnumbered. Lifeisgood.

‎'Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.' Mother Teresa ♥

....I'm hoping the first blog entry is the most intimidating... I figure it probably is.  But I can feel this is something I am going to enjoy, for me writing is like coming home at the end of a long day, journalling is my way of sorting through the day with the Lord but (thankfully) nobody reads my journal so I guess that's where blogging comes in?! I could try and introduce myself in a few sentences but I wouldn't know how so I'm just going to get straight stuck in with the day to day and hope you can figure the rest out as we go along....

'Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.'  Mother Teresa ♥.  The title of this post and my current facebook status, pretty much summaries what the Lord is challenging me with right now.  I've had to take a humbling look at myself and realise that when I decided to take a gap year to serve the Lord in Texas, I was praying "Lord, Im willing to serve you in whatever way," in ignorance of how what seemed completely selfless was intended for my own glory. What I meant by "in whatever way" I envisioned as nurturing neglected Hispanic children and feeding the homeless so when I found myself sharpening pencils in an elementary school and alphabetizing forms yesterday I couldn't help but ask "Lord, surely this isn't how you want to use me?." Sure enough, the Lord was quick to shed some light on the great plans I had created for myself...and that my idea of humility was making a humble name for...well....me.  So here I am, spending the start of my gap year doing nothing of much significance but also knowing that the Lord demands obedience in the small things before he entrusts us with the great. Oh and could it be that the Lord is teaching me a little patience? haha