Monthly Archives: August 2012

Fantasy Football

So, I’m in a fantasy football league with the guys I work with at the Lariat.  Am I any good? (I know that question was exploding in your brain.)

Nope.

My autodraft gave me Tony Romo for a quarterback, so naturally I go and pick up Tim Tebow as my back-up. (But I’m not thrilled with my starter.)  I have some good players, but my team is, by no means, jacked.  Obviously, the bros have noticed this and have offered me trades.  For example, they have offered me trash for Victor Cruz.  No worries…of course I rejected that offer.  Shoot, you better give me a solid starting quarterback, another wide receiver and a package of Oreos for that deal to go down.

Earlier today, I had my phoneon Pandora and this song by Tenth Avenue North came on:

I give You all of me for all You are
Here I am
Take me apart

 

Think about that.  I have been given the righteousness of Christ while he got my nasty, dirty, sinful self.  That’s like me trading you a third string center for Peyton Manning.  Man, it doesn’t make sense!!

So many times we think we deserve God’s grace when in all actuality we don’t.  We deserve to be stuck with that third string lineman that won’t get us any winning numbers.  We deserve no good thing.

“BUT GOD shows His love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. ” – Romans 5:8

We don’t have to wait for our center to make the starting job and go beast mode before God will accept it.  

It’s so crazy!! I deserve death, yet He gives me life.  So, in return, I should not live life unaffected.  I should live my life daily in honor of Him, letting His light shine to those around me.  What I want shouldn’t matter.  It’s all about His will and His glory.

“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.”  – Romans 12:1

Courage

Well, it would make sense that God would pop me over the head with a little lesson over courage before starting my last ever semester in good ol’ Waco, Texas.

I’m on a major journey to read through the entire Bible, and today’s section is Exodus 2.  I’m reading along, fully envisioning the Prince of Egypt as I read when a single verse stands out to me: 

Then his sister said to Pharaoh’s daughter, “Shall I go and call you a nurse from the Hebrew women to nurse the child for you?”

 

At first glance, that’s quite possibly the most awkward verse in the whole chapter, but that’s not why it jumped from the page.  

Check out homegirl’s courage.  She has been on the side of the river watching her baby brother float towards the hope of safety.

Okay, rewind a hot second.  Why is a bitty baby floating down a river in a basket? Well, Exodus 1 explains it all.  Basically, Pharaoh decided that there was too many Hebrew people for his liking. So, naturally, his conclusion is to kill all the newborn baby boys.

Back to Moses in a basket in the water.  His sister has been watching him from the side of the river to make sure he reached a safe destination.  When she sees that Pharaoh’s daughter picks him up, she offers to find a Hebrew woman (aka her mom) to take care of the baby.

You could stop there and be content with your life and happy for Moses or you could continue to dig a bit deeper.  Homegirl walked up to the daughter of the man who sentenced death on every Hebrew newborn boy.

What?!

That, my friends, is an amazing amount of courage that I have overlooked so often.

We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face … We must do that which we think we cannot. ” Eleanor Roosevelt

Courage is not the absence of fear by any means, but the ability to look fear in the face and say, “Come at me, bro.”

Ernest Hemingway defined courage as “grace under pressure.”

So, where should my courage come from? If it comes from myself, well, that’s a hot joke. The cool thing is, courage comes from the Creator of the universe, my Redeemer and Savior.  

That’s what’s up!

Hurricanes & Anchors

Well, the summer is pretty much over.  Classes start in two days…which is super weird!

Anyways, I’ve been at camp all summer, and God has truly rocked my world. When I say this was the hardest summer of my life, I’m not exaggerating.

The summer began with my best friend from growing up died in a car accident. ( Emily )

God truly sent an earthquake my way with that one.  I drove through the front gate of Sky Ranch completely confident in myself because it was my third summer.  Boy, was I dumb.  I am not adequate at all to do camp a whole summer.  I am not adequate to share His Name on my own.  I am not adequate on my own, period.

Then, I come home and receive some more news that rocks my world.

Basically, my summer has been one giant hurricane.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4yMt9H8Rpg Jimmy Needham – Hurricane

So, I get home from camp and am so caught up in myself that I don’t make time to spend with my Savior and I once again return to being completely independent.

Side note about camp: I started journaling after Emily died. It’s a great way for me to focus my prayers and to watch God answer them.  Also, it’s kind of weird, but sometimes I feel as if God guides my hand and tells me what I truly need to hear.

That guiding of the hand happened literally an hour ago.  Here’s what I wrote in my journal:

Forgive me for not being disciplined.  I’m relying on my own strength instead of Yours.  I’m not making time for You.  I’m not feelin’ it, but I know for sure that it’s more than a feeling.  It’s a rather strange place to be.  Usually after camp, I’m completely on fire, but that’s not the case this time.  I still feel like I’m a dry washrag being rung out for more than I have in me.  I don’t know what the deal is.  Everything just feels so weird. You have truly ROCKED my world this summer! I know that You are sovereign and I know I should put my trust in you but I’m not sure if I truly have since I’ve been home.  Be my strength to pursue You when I don’t feel it.

But Krista, you don’t deserve to feel my presence. You deserve the death I have saved you from.  What you deserve is not what I have given you.  Be thankful for what you have and walk by faith.  You life has not been too hard, and I am right beside you and you walk through this hard time.

I found my identity in:

Being a Sky Ranch counselor – stripped ; Having it all together – stripped

My identity should be found in You and You alone.  I want to be a woman after Your heart, not my own.

Conviction.  I have been placing my hope in myself and things of this world that God just wrecked shop on these past three months.

Hope is something that I’ve truly learned a lot about this summer, and the use of anchors has been really cool to me as well. An anchor is used to prevent something from drifting.  So stinkin’ often I tried to hold onto things and steady things myself…which is dumb! I can’t do that.

We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf.                                                                                            – Heb. 6:19-20