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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Surf's Up, DUDE!

Oh my lucky, lucky stars. It has finally happened. The time has come. The highlight of all highlights. (And no, I’m not talking about the fact that I actually had my husband cut my hair.)

It’s SURFING TIME!!!

As a lifelong dream is going to be accomplished soon, I wanted to share my last minute thoughts.

An avid lover of all things sun, beach, and fun, I have always had a desire to go surfing. Ever since I was little. Having never been to Hawaii, it didn’t sound like a dream that would ever come true. Oh how sad. HOWEVER, and lemme tell you this is a
BIG however, we are leaving on Sunday solely for me to go SURFING! Okay, well that's not entirely true. If at all. But we are leaving on Sunday for Hawaii with Dust's family... and there I will jump feet first into my passion for a sport that I have only ever dreamed about trying.

Brings me back to my single days when I would watch reality TV shows about surfing.
(Oops, I can’t believe I just shared that. But yeah, my life was sooooo exciting, I must say!)

Oh, they tell ya it’s hard. Oh, they say you probably won’t even stand up. But let. Me. Tell. You… that I will push, and I will yell, and I will grit my teeth until that fateful moment where I am on top of the world (or, water) for all of 2 seconds until I come crashing down into the sea around me and get stung by a jellyfish. But boy, am I excited!

And, no worries, because I have watched Friends, so I DO know what to do if I get stung by a jellyfish. Thank you, Monica. Or Joey… or Chandler.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Idolatry in Marriage

It hit me like a brick. Well, not a literal brick, but the revelation far outweighed the impact of a brick.

The night before my husband was to leave on one of his monthly paintball trips, I was shook awake from the deep sleep that was my idolatry.

A sleepless night initiated my desire to do one of my favorite things-sit at the computer, have Selah playing in the background (it's either Selah or Lecrae, what can I say... I'm diverse!) while mastering my speediness in the absolute, easiest level of Jig Saw Doku (and well, crying, because that is just what I do... it is what I do). A side note for you: this, my friends, is just one of thee most intense challenges of Sudoku a person could ever master. Okay, well sorta. Or not, you know, whatever. But that is beside the point.

So, aaaaanyway, I sat down to hopefully bore myself into drowsiness, when, in actuality, that was the farthest thing from what actually happened. I was playing my music and really reflecting on God and His power in my life. Then I started thinking about Dusty and how HE was just so great and I was so lucky, and the list goes on. (All the while, of course, I was soaking up towels and overflowing buckets with my tears-can I just say that I have rather large tear ducts, seriously!)

And the Lord softly spoke to my heart and said, "Rebecca, dear child, you have placed your husband in a higher place in your heart than Me."

OH, WOW!!!

I totally had. Now I am having visions in my head about all the times when things would "go wrong" or when I would just need a shoulder to cry on. Well, to whom did I turn? My ultimate Comforter? Nope, my husband.

Wow, talk about an eye-opener.

Then I heard, "Rebecca, if you cannot let him go, I WILL take him from you." (And this is coming to me the day before he is supposed to fly to Chicago.)

Okay, okay, another confession; up until this point, I was literally fearful of what I would do if Dusty ever died. Fearful.

I just could NOT imagine my life without him and all the while I was simply cutting God out of it and replacing Him slowly with my husband. God honors marriage, He does. But not when it overtakes the place in your heart specifically designed for Him!

This acronym from childhood always plays in my head:
J - Jesus
O - Others
Y - Yourself

I was not submitting to JOY in my life, I had tweaked it to YOJ. And YOJ just does not make sense even as a word, so that is just plain no good.

Needless to say, since then I have correctly placed my husband (in my life and in my heart) right where he needs to be, number 2 (dos, TWO!). My awareness of my idolatry toward my husband brings me back to the 10 Commandments--commandments which I will always fall short of but will strive ever so hard to (impossibly) perfect.

Exodus 20:3-4b (NIV): "You shall have no other gods before Me. You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in Heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below." (Emphasis added.)

Even your husband can become your idol. Be daily aware of how Satan will try to slip things past you until you start eliminating God and raising up your idol above HIM (whatever, or whomever that may be).

"In addition to all this, take up your shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one." Ephesians 6:16 (NIV). Do NOT let Satan persevere!


(Permission is hereby given to P31 Woman Magazine for discretion in any use in which they may deem appropriate. This has never been published (or posted before) and is written by the author of this blog.)

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Bread of life (and apparently empty stomachs)

I went to visit my sister awhile ago and went to church with her family; and it was a communion Sunday. Well, let me tell you that growing up, we had cut up pieces of bread in that little silver tray and my current church has those little morsels of saltine goodness... so when it came time to:

1. stand up and go to the front;

2. rip a piece of bread from an actual loaf;

3. take a cup;

4. pray; and

5. return to your seats.



Well let's just say I ran amuck on number 2. It came to my turn at the front and I approached appropriately and reached my hand out to grab a smidgen of bread (I may like to eat, but this is not a time to be selfish) and ended up just tearing out half the loaf. So at this point, with crumbs falling to the floor, my face reddening in just mere nanoseconds, and my guilty look up to the elder, I was having a dangerous fight inside my mind. "Oh my goodness, I just took half of that loaf, can I wrangle a part of it off and put it back?" "Well, no, of course not, I just touched it all" ... and so on.

"Ahhhh," I finally thought victoriously, "I am gonna smush that puppy into my hand and make it bite-size." And that I did (but only after showing my sister and telling her I was just too hungry).

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Rapp-uh

Oh yes, oh yes, I am truly a rapper at heart. I do dance to the beat of my own drum, literally. Okayyyyy, not literally, but it sounded good.

Ever since I was little, I loved me a good beat. In 5th grade, we were finally able to take band as an elective. And believe you me, I was excited! I met with the music teacher and she asked what instrument I would like to play. I paused, and with as much drama as a 5th grader could emit, I stated, "the DRUMS"! After hearing, "Girls don't play the drums, you can pick another instrument", I was crushed. Well, not too terribly bad, but still, having to play a clarinet when you were about to unleash your madness onto an instrument that BOOMS was just not as exciting. So, no band for me.

My fascination with bass and ANYTHING with a loud beat continued into high school as I would blare my speakers to the point of no return, and that point is when your speakers blow. Boo.

Thereafter, and to this day, my favorite thing about a long car ride by myself, is my availability to utilize the 12" subs that just make EVERY SONG BETTER! There is nothing like a good praise and worship song with every hint of bass (even the bass that you didn't even know was in the song) just blaring well beyond the corridors of my car doors. Ahhhh, bass, how I love thee!

Anyways... my long tirade only serves a point in that rap music was my crutch for the longest time. It was my "hanging on" to the life I chose to leave behind when I became a Christian. Until I applied myself and got acquainted with some Christian rappers, I had every excuse known to (wo)man for why I could listen to my rap.

Now when I listen to "my" rap, I have tears streaming down my face as my head is bobbing to the music as they are preaching the gospel through their music that has the potential to reach thousands who would have never heard it otherwise.

When thinking about your own life, what crutch or vice do you need to let go of to truly rid yourself of the desires of this world in order to fully be in line with God's call for you as a Christian?

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Muy Aguacates en nuestros casa

Well, my espanol is not as it once was (you should hear me try to speak it). Clearly I should stick to the english language as nearly that entire sentence came from an online english-to-spanish dictionary. :) What can I say, I loooooove technology! Oh, how I digress...

I just wanted to let you all know that Dust just re-dedicated his absolute addiction of avocados back into our house. I must admit, this summer was void of the avocado-ness that summers past have had. It was a sad thing to behold.

It all started after sending him out shopping for fruits and veggies. He came home all happy once again because we had "real food" back in our house. I have (surprise to all who know me) actually found recipes for about 5 meals that I could (possibly) cook, that do not require a whole lot of time or expertise, and that I went and bought the "supplies" for.

But since then, I have made only 1 meal... and we've been royally feasting on guacamole and chips for about a week now. That's not to say I don't mind me a good, quick, easy meal; but the fact remains, when I get all fired up about a little cookin, my goodness, let me revel in my madness and pretend that I'm a housewife to 5 who has her life in order and can actually prepare a meal (when, in actuality, I work for a living, and the only other "person" I take care of other than my husband, is my dog--tough life, I know).

I just read BigMama's blog about Veggie Tales and I must say, if they ever decide to branch out, they should definitely add in a fruity lineup with Ava the Avocado as the lead singer! Oh, I do have me a grand idea. Maybe there's a market for Fresh Fruit in the Word!

With that being said, I think I'll go to bed now to dream of my Fruity Tales star dancing away to the beat of my own drum.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

This just speaks volumes to my heart!

Okay, so now some of you know I have a crazy desire to have the perfect "white Christmas". It seems though, that the fairy that has so eloquently landed in my heart just blatantly skipped over these houses and had no disregard for the wake of color-craziness that would ensue.


Who knew they made this many blow up creatures? And more surprising, who knew that one person would buy THEM ALL???


Seriously folks, this is a bit too Disney creepy for me. Drive your kids past this house and I bet they won't EVER want to watch their favorite Disney movie (that they just so happen to watch 12 times a day).



Bwa ha haaaaaaaaa! And this one, I have to say is the best. I would even put this one in my... (nope, still can't do it--could never put it in my yard).



And the topper of them all. The gingerbread house that exploded out of just the figment of our imaginations into real live unleashed horror...



Wow. Seriously, just wow. I don't think anything else can describe how much I love white even more! And I didn't even think that was possible!

Hint for future homeowners: Wait until after Christmas to buy the house you're eyeing; just to make sure your neighbors aren't too merry.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Unjoyful Christian? Oxymoron or just bad grammar?

Regardless of which you think it is, it just doesn't work. Who are we to align ourselves to our Savior by using the name CHRISTian and then complaining and being sour in areas of our life? I know some people like this and it just doesn't make sense; and scarily so, it's sometimes me. Pity is not a Christian attribute.
We are to live as free people, set free from the tyranny of the devil. That's a huge obstacle that we don't have to face, shouldn't that in itself create joy?
My understanding of salvation is different from (what is now called) mainstream Christianity in that I have repented, put faith in Jesus as my Savior, and asked to wear Him as a badge of honor in my life. And this wasn't even when I gave my profession of faith. (It was a few years ago that it became an actual reality in my life.) Mainstream Christians who are paralleling their beliefs with that of the emergent or "love gospel" churches just don't seem to understand this (in general, not all). We've taken the gospel out of the gospel message.

The true gospel emanating through me creates an everlasting joy in my life that "no man [can] put asunder". One of my favorite quotes is still "Joy is not determined by your situation!" and I think I can attribute that to a Mr. Ravi Zacharias. GREAT theologian!
But how true that saying really is. We are called not to hate, not to get angry, to have control over our tongue; and how often these are the first to go when we get in a not-so-pleasant situation. What sense does that make to a world who doesn't know the Lord to see a bunch of followers getting angry, cursing, and/or complaining!?
If you are a complainer (like me), maybe check yourself and ask if God is really at the center of your life or if you need to readjust so He's at the forefront--then you won't be complaining!

My achy breaky toe

So, here my toe is just healing (after I oh-so-graciously careened into a volleyball pole last summer) and I go and slam it into the drain in our shower. Ouch. I didn't move for about a minute. And that is really no easy task. Tears sparked in my eyes as I half-crouched over in agony at my poor toe who just can't catch a break (no pun intended).

After being sick all last week and sleeping the days away, now I will again go straight to bed, but to ice my toe. Boo.

You know, one would think that with someone who LOVES to play sports as much as me and is thrilled when the other team gets carded for mowing me over (oh yeah, just come and watch our soccer team), that I wouldn't be as clumsy as I am...

...one would think.

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