The In-between

This relates to my own blog Monday, and I like the way this gal says it! The in-between.

Heart's Flow Blog

In-between. Being situated somewhere between two extremes or recognized categories. Intermediate.

As of the new year, my husband and I have been in an in-between state.  We made some decisions that placed us once again in that space where we’re not sure the next step God has for us, yet we’re sure going back is not His will or an option.

The thing about this in-between space is that unless you’re rooted and focused on God first and foremost, you can get lost.

A lot of people get lost during this time.

We have our high times where God speaks to us daily and through so many people and we feel amazing.  We get so excited about the promises and strive daily to get closer to that finish line, but we always seem to take one step forward and two steps back.

That’s our first extreme.  David gets anointed King…

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The Angels and the Shepherds (A Christmas Blog)

I wrote this as a Junior in College, and time hop brought it back for me to read this morning. Advent has begun— it’s time to anticipate the arrival of the King!

Anna E. Meyer

“Have you heard?  Jesus is going to be born on earth tonight!”

“Oh my gosh, yes!  Hey, do you wanna go and check it out?  A bunch of us are going to earth tonight.  God’s letting us!”

“How awesome is that?  Duh, I wanna go!  I wanna see him as a human for myself!”

“Yeah!  I’m so excited!”

Meanwhile, on earth…

“Hey, guys, I’m gonna take a quick nap.  It’s been pretty quiet tonight.”

“Say, rookie, you slept all day, right?  This is our job—to watch the sheep when it’s dark, and the wolves might come.  Just because it’s been quiet doesn’t mean that something will come when we least expect it—”

And suddenly, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and they were terrified.  But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for see – I am bringing you good news of great joy for all…

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Reblog: My Wife Has Tattoos: Marriage, New Birth, and the Gospel

This relates to what Dr. Wile E. Coyote and I are learning in the book “The Momentary Marriage” by John Piper. And this guy’s post is pretty cool. Less than two months!

Unspoken

Image Photo credit: Todd Balsley

by Spencer Harmon

Today is the day of my wedding.  And I am not marrying the girl of my dreams.

If you would have told me when I was a teenager that my wife would have seven tattoos, a history in drugs, alcohol, and attending heavy metal concerts, I would have laughed at you, given you one of my courtship books, and told you to take a hike.  My plans were much different, much more nuanced with careful planning, much more clean-cut, and much more, well, about me.

You see, it wasn’t my dream to marry a girl that was complicated.  I never dreamed that I would sit on a couch with my future wife in pre-marital counseling listening to her cry and tell stories of drunken nights, listing the drugs she used, confessing mistakes made in past relationships.

This isn’t my dream – it’s better.

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“The Unexpected Knight” – A Poem ReBlogged

So, I used this as “poem I like written by someone else” for my poetry hour with Jody this morning. I keep coming back to this, it’s so good! And, it’s pretty much a heart-throb poem. Well written, and well said. Thank you, Adam Rozanas.

Adam Rozanas

Ever since a little girl, she dreamt the day he’d come

She the princess, he the knight, come to take her home

A knight in shining armor riding ‘pon his noble steed

He’d stride into her castle proud and sweep her off her feet

He’d wake her from her ‘chanted sleep, a kiss upon the lips

He’d save her from the evil queen, her twisted, spell-bound grips

He’d scale up her tower, climbing nothing but her hair

Fighting off the beasts around him as he hung there in the air

He’d climb the highest mountain and swim the deepest sea

He’d walk through fire and rain and snow to set his princess free

And though they’d never met before they’d surely fall in love

For theirs would be the story that romantics would dream of

This knight, of course, would charming be and handsome, too, at that

His stunning eyes…

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Reblogged: Blood Brothers

My friend Amy wrote an awesome story that you all should read! All 6 parts are up now, so I thought I’d wait to reblog until she was done. This awesome story shares the truth of the Gospel in a new way! Check it out!

A Story Called Life

Last year, I wrote this story – a story that I hope shares the compassion of Christ and the truth of the Gospel. In anticipation of Easter, I want to share this with you as we remember what God has done for us and who He is. I hope that this story (posted in 6 parts over the coming week) will encourage you and lead you to meet with Christ as we desire to know Him more. 

“Combo number 3!”

The cashier’s voice echoed through the cramped kitchen and Jacob threw another hamburger on the grill. Bent over the hot surface, Jacob tried not to think of all the things he hated about this job.

The people who complained but had plenty, the greasy heat that soaked you to the bone, the smell of sweat and overcooked fat, the Boss’ daily reminders that he had no family, that he was…

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What is this “patience” you speak of?

Patience?  What is THAT?  I thought I’d been learning to be patient.  And I have been patient…in SOME areas of my life.  It’s funny how history repeats itself, isn’t it?  The history of the human heart?  Perhaps that is another reason the Bible is such a great how-to guide.  I’ve been writing “My Psalms” for a few years now (when I say a few, I mean, like, seven).  When I look back on some of them, I can’t believe how close they relate to a present situation.  Why write new ones when I said what I wanted to say well before?  I feel it’s getting that way with some of my blog posts, as well.

Therefore, let me re-blog to you, a post I wrote almost a year ago.  Let me catch you back up where I was then?  In Milwaukee, on a summer missions project.  God really got ahold of me there and spoke to me in areas I’d kind of been ignoring him in the past.  I worry, a lot.  I don’t always have much patience.  BUT, God is patient with me, and continues to remind me that I need to be patient and not worry so much about things that aren’t even in my control.

“Don’t Worry,” re-blog <– click on this.  You should.  ‘Cuz it’s why I wanted to write this “prologue” of sorts.

My sight is set on you, oh Lord, let nothing interfere.

I pray that you are all I seek, that nothing else appears.

You, Lord, make me happy, and I need nothing more.

I want you to help me find me, down to my core.

I trust in you, oh Lord my God, I pray that it is so.

Only you can comfort me, giving me peace where e’er I go.

Your word is my light, so I will never lose my way.

I look only to you for guidance, day after day.

Lord, I place all trust in you, you are my perfect God.

You are my lover, my father, my best friend—we’re like two peas in a pod.

God, I’ve said before that all I am is yours.

Help me to remember it, for in you life soars!

What looks impossible for us is just right for you.

Help me to find patience, Lord, and to keep hearing your words so true!

“He got this,” the minister said in church this morning; “He got wha’ chew need!”

I got you, God, and you are indeed ALL I need!

–Anna Olson, July 7, 2011

Smiling with a constant trust (even when I’m not sure where that’s coming from), Anna =)^2

Saint Patrick: Green Beer Has Nothing To Do With Him

I def thought you all would find this interesting, as well! Thanks, Bryan, for the awesome post! =)^2

Chief of the least

Contrary to popular belief, Saint Patrick’s Day wasn’t founded on creepy leprechauns, cheesy parades, and nasty green beer. The day also originally had nothing to do with getting so incomprehensibly slobber-knocked that even Irish cuisine begins to taste good (Crubeens? Black Pudding?!). Saint Patrick’s Day was actually founded on a real Christian missionary who wasn’t even Irish.

Though much of the life of Saint Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, has been mythologized, there are a couple solid historical sources that remain about the fifth century saint.

At the ripe young age of sixteen, Patrick was abducted by Irish raiders from his home of Britain and sold as a slave.  After six years of subjection as a slave herdsmen the young Patrick escaped and returned to the Motherland. But he returned to his aristocratic family a changed man. In his Irish enslavement he had found freedom in the

renewed faith of…

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