I recently had an "ah-ha" moment this last week: It's not that God isn't speaking to us, it's that we do not take the time or make the effort to lsiten & hear him. He is always speaking and listening to us (he's a great multi-tasker). So, I encourage you to take time to lsiten to what God might be trying to tell you this week.
"Be still and know that I am God."
God's voice is the small whisper in the wind that's louder than the loudest thunder of any storm.
Do not worry about anything and pray about everything.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Lessons Taught - Lessons Learned
The following post is from my friend Megan. I thought it was worth sharing. Enjoy!
As I was looking ahead at this week, I realized that I had a project due for my education class. I was assigned to make a video of myself attempting to teach a child how to do something new. At first, I looked at this project as just another thing to do; I was just looking forward to getting it done. However, I could have never imagined the impact this project would have on me. For this project, I taught a sweet little friend of mine how to write her last name in cursive. Through the whole process she was determined to get every letter perfect, and after much hard work, she did. The look in her eyes when she accomplished her goal melted my heart.
Though I may have taught Ella, she also taught me two very important things. So many times we go through our lives not knowing what we are supposed to do. How nice would it be if God would just send us a little note telling us what to do? Sometimes I wonder, am I in the right major; does God really want me to be a teacher? After talking to some friends this seems to be a common concern, especially among college students. We are spending at least 4 years and great deal of money and yet, we are not completely sure that this is what God wants us to do. I am beginning to learn that God uses things in your life to show you what His will for you is. He used sweet Ella to show me my love for teaching. That said, through this assignment I was given peace and excitement about becoming a teacher.
Secondly, Ella reiterated that fact that you can never give up. In life, we all write our letters backwards, metaphorically speaking of course. However, you cannot let that stop you from trying. Ella showed me that no matter how hard or frustrating life can be, you just have to work through it. I do not think Ella even knew what the outcome of all her hard work would be, but she did it anyway.
Sometimes I wonder if all of my hard work will pay off. The class I am doing this project for is probably the hardest class of my semester. Though the class is interesting, it is an incredible amount of work. Moreover, it has been a challenge doing the work without complaining. Just ask my roommate! As Ella had to do, I have to put in a lot of time and effort, as well as work through the challenges to get through this class. God used this project to drastically change my outlook of this class. He showed me that hard work does pay off and that I need to be grateful for the opportunity I have to study at a wonderful institution, like Malone.
I went into this project attempting to teach; yet, I was the one who was taught. For this, I am extremely grateful. I continue to revere how God is working through every aspect of my life here at Malone, even through my projects and classes. I am so thankful for the wonderful professors, who push me to do my best and work hard in order to accomplish something. After all, nothing in life comes easy and God used a 6-year-old to teach me that.
In Him, Meg
“Develop an attitude of gratitude, and give thanks for everything that happens to you, knowing that every step forward is a step toward achieving something bigger and better than your current situation.” -Brian Tracy-
As I was looking ahead at this week, I realized that I had a project due for my education class. I was assigned to make a video of myself attempting to teach a child how to do something new. At first, I looked at this project as just another thing to do; I was just looking forward to getting it done. However, I could have never imagined the impact this project would have on me. For this project, I taught a sweet little friend of mine how to write her last name in cursive. Through the whole process she was determined to get every letter perfect, and after much hard work, she did. The look in her eyes when she accomplished her goal melted my heart.
Though I may have taught Ella, she also taught me two very important things. So many times we go through our lives not knowing what we are supposed to do. How nice would it be if God would just send us a little note telling us what to do? Sometimes I wonder, am I in the right major; does God really want me to be a teacher? After talking to some friends this seems to be a common concern, especially among college students. We are spending at least 4 years and great deal of money and yet, we are not completely sure that this is what God wants us to do. I am beginning to learn that God uses things in your life to show you what His will for you is. He used sweet Ella to show me my love for teaching. That said, through this assignment I was given peace and excitement about becoming a teacher.
Secondly, Ella reiterated that fact that you can never give up. In life, we all write our letters backwards, metaphorically speaking of course. However, you cannot let that stop you from trying. Ella showed me that no matter how hard or frustrating life can be, you just have to work through it. I do not think Ella even knew what the outcome of all her hard work would be, but she did it anyway.
Sometimes I wonder if all of my hard work will pay off. The class I am doing this project for is probably the hardest class of my semester. Though the class is interesting, it is an incredible amount of work. Moreover, it has been a challenge doing the work without complaining. Just ask my roommate! As Ella had to do, I have to put in a lot of time and effort, as well as work through the challenges to get through this class. God used this project to drastically change my outlook of this class. He showed me that hard work does pay off and that I need to be grateful for the opportunity I have to study at a wonderful institution, like Malone.
I went into this project attempting to teach; yet, I was the one who was taught. For this, I am extremely grateful. I continue to revere how God is working through every aspect of my life here at Malone, even through my projects and classes. I am so thankful for the wonderful professors, who push me to do my best and work hard in order to accomplish something. After all, nothing in life comes easy and God used a 6-year-old to teach me that.
In Him, Meg
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The Sonata by Daniel L. McWilliams
The following is a beautifully delightful poem written by my most s'wonderful boyfriend, Daniel. It is truly a fabulous poem (I say without any bias what so ever, it really it spectacular)! Enjoy!! =)
Colorful waves of sound are painted on the tapestry of silence
They penetrate the heart with indescribable warmth
Magically speaking truth in a language unknown
The pianist has lost himself within
To his knowledge he no longer exists
Save for the sensation of his emotions touching the keys
To the audience he is more existent than ever
He no longer merely occupies the bench
He fills the entire room
The mysterious power of crescendo
Now shouting the message that before was only whispered
There is no choice but to feel
No choice but to see the glories of God
Emotion bursts forth in a beautiful melody
Joy, peace, sorrow, thrill, playfulness, intensity
Flowing together through in a flawless line
The composer is brought to life again
He is fully visible now on stage
Posthumously leading us in a celebration of life
Like a madman the pianist commences the finale
His face turns a deep red in his frenzy
His heart leaps for joy
No one dare speak, clap or breathe
The colors fade from the tapestry
The worship service has concluded
Colorful waves of sound are painted on the tapestry of silence
They penetrate the heart with indescribable warmth
Magically speaking truth in a language unknown
The pianist has lost himself within
To his knowledge he no longer exists
Save for the sensation of his emotions touching the keys
To the audience he is more existent than ever
He no longer merely occupies the bench
He fills the entire room
The mysterious power of crescendo
Now shouting the message that before was only whispered
There is no choice but to feel
No choice but to see the glories of God
Emotion bursts forth in a beautiful melody
Joy, peace, sorrow, thrill, playfulness, intensity
Flowing together through in a flawless line
The composer is brought to life again
He is fully visible now on stage
Posthumously leading us in a celebration of life
Like a madman the pianist commences the finale
His face turns a deep red in his frenzy
His heart leaps for joy
No one dare speak, clap or breathe
The colors fade from the tapestry
The worship service has concluded
Biggest Loser
I have determined that the show Biggest Loser is an oxymoron.
Not only due to the pun of the show's title and concept, but also in that while the show encourages and promotes living a healthy and active lifestyle, it is encouraged that one sit on his/her ass to watch the show. I understand that this might not always be the case; that there might actually be people who walk on a treadmill, do some crunches, or stretch while watching the show. However I doubt this is the case for most people who watch Biggest Loser. Majority of viewers are most likely sitting or laying on a sofa somewhere while probably eating food of some sort as well, when watching an episode of obese weight loss.
I have also come to another conclusion. I am a fit, athletic person and when compared to the contestants this can clearly be seen. Although, as I watch the show my esteem of my health, fitness, and physical appearance tends to decline while the contestants are exercising, learning health lessons, and transforming themselves from fat lards to fit folks, and I'm sitting on my ass in front of a television screen. I get the feeling that, though I am healthy and fit, I am not fit enough. Ya know. Yesterday evening, when I began to feel this way while watching the show, I turned off the show and went for a run around my neighbor hood.
So- do I continue watching the show because it pushes me to exercise in fear of becoming fat if I don't OR do I discontinue watching the show because it lowers my feeling of worth and beuty that lays within me??
Not only due to the pun of the show's title and concept, but also in that while the show encourages and promotes living a healthy and active lifestyle, it is encouraged that one sit on his/her ass to watch the show. I understand that this might not always be the case; that there might actually be people who walk on a treadmill, do some crunches, or stretch while watching the show. However I doubt this is the case for most people who watch Biggest Loser. Majority of viewers are most likely sitting or laying on a sofa somewhere while probably eating food of some sort as well, when watching an episode of obese weight loss.
I have also come to another conclusion. I am a fit, athletic person and when compared to the contestants this can clearly be seen. Although, as I watch the show my esteem of my health, fitness, and physical appearance tends to decline while the contestants are exercising, learning health lessons, and transforming themselves from fat lards to fit folks, and I'm sitting on my ass in front of a television screen. I get the feeling that, though I am healthy and fit, I am not fit enough. Ya know. Yesterday evening, when I began to feel this way while watching the show, I turned off the show and went for a run around my neighbor hood.
So- do I continue watching the show because it pushes me to exercise in fear of becoming fat if I don't OR do I discontinue watching the show because it lowers my feeling of worth and beuty that lays within me??
1 Peter 3:3-4
Peter tells the women in his letter their beauty should not come from jewelry or outer adornments. Rather, their beauty should be born out of their inner selves, their gentle and quiet spirits.
Monday, September 6, 2010
feel with heart
Sometimes, I wish I could just stop thinking. Stop analyzing every little thing. Every possibility, every sound, every feeling and emotion...
I sometimes wonder what it might be like to just simply exist;
To not have a worry in the world. Yet, I cannot help but to believe without worry there'd be no care; just as without suffering there'd be no compassion.
So how might one think without analyzing, and make a decision.
Perhaps, we are not to think with our minds, but to feel with our hearts...
I sometimes wonder what it might be like to just simply exist;
To not have a worry in the world. Yet, I cannot help but to believe without worry there'd be no care; just as without suffering there'd be no compassion.
So how might one think without analyzing, and make a decision.
Perhaps, we are not to think with our minds, but to feel with our hearts...
Sunday, September 5, 2010
So I May
Speak...
in a loud thunder
or a quite whisper
...speak, so I may hear you
Touch...
with a droplet of rain
or a breeze in the wind
...touch, so I may feel you
Love...
with everything you do
always
...love, so I may know you
in a loud thunder
or a quite whisper
...speak, so I may hear you
Touch...
with a droplet of rain
or a breeze in the wind
...touch, so I may feel you
Love...
with everything you do
always
...love, so I may know you
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