safe enough to wake up

there's a song that jack johnson sings...i believe it's called, "where did all the good people go". Atleast that's what the chorus says...and i have ask myself that very question...where are all the good people? i generally don't like people to tell me about how great they are...most amazing people never have to say things like that in the first place. and so i'm not blown away by how good things are on paper. i prefer to live with people and realize it on my own and that's what you do in ministry anyways. and so i'm perplexed as to how i'm supposed to believe that things are as good as they appear to be. and all the while no one asks me where i think all the good people are...and if i was asked i wouldn't just suggest good, i would go for the best. who doesn't want the best? so i guess i'm wishing that we would trade in the best of what God has for us instead of our own good ideas. maybe being around the best would make us all better. what do i know anyways?

check out ben taylor's song, safe enough to wake up

the marathon

love is a marathon...that's the truest thing i've heard all day and yet some 17 year old up and comer is too young to know what that means, but he wrote it and it's out there. and it is disconcerting to be taking love advice from a kid who can't even vote...not that he would want to...the choices we have these days are well...nevermind. have i become so accustomed to the present that i have forgotten how to escape from it through dreams? oh to be more believing about...well...everything.

round here

when i was in high school i was addicted and somewhat obsessed with listening to a certain band...for some reason it made me breathe a little easier every time i heard it. and i don't know the reason for that...i just connected with everything that was being sung. maybe it was a make believe world that was 10 times worse than my real life and it made me see how good things were.

i can remember being on a plane to california thinking that all these songs were written just for me to hear...and maybe they were written for a person like me to identify with them. and sometimes things don't necessarily have to be labled as "christian" for them to make you think. sometimes the christian stuff does the thinking for us too much and nobody wins that way. we don't like it when our parents want us to think a certain way...why do we limit ourselves as to how God can communicate with us or how he would like to communicate with us. He doesn't waste much...He wastes nothing.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog

Where no one notices the contrast of white on white

And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view

Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

the procrastinator

what is procrastination? is it a big word to describe lazy people...that would actually be procrastinator...anyways. it seems that i procrastinate certain things and its probably not because i'm lazy or that i don't have time, but that i'm scared of the outcome. and i'm not supposed to be scared...i take great pains toward appearing brave...just for myself.

who needs santa?

it should be noted that my momma likes kanye west, but she doesn't care for mariah carey or "mimi" as her friends refer to her. you know what i like? i like christmas and yes, while Jesus is the reason for the season and the colloquial expression...it's true. when did it become about the obsession of the perfect gift? and i'm not just saying that because i'm out of college, and santa will have no gift for me this year. don't we already have enough? so it just really becomes about saying when. so i'm saying enough already....let Jesus be enough.

cookies

i highly recommend giving ernie cookie jars for christmas...mine doesn't talk even though the picture shows me putting my hand over his mouth...but just imagine if he was saying something...i would charge people to see it and hear it! merry christmas...this is also my christmas card!

lost

i thought she would make it...she didn't...

who's it all about?

i suppose i haven't written in a while partly due to massive amounts of business followed by massive amounts of laziness. and so much has gone on in such a short time. both seek weekends were a success...thanks to all of the leaders and parents for making it all possible!

i've been thinking alot lately about events, ministry, and people...and all i want to see in all of them is Jesus...or the mind of Christ. What's happened to that being our focus? It's been a struggle for me to recognize it in my own life, but I think it is attainable to have the desire to think like Christ...surely God honors that. What is stopping me from being more like Jesus? Is it my knack for being a pretty great control freak? Is it my prideful attitude when it comes to recognition? Or is it my constant need to be validated by someone other than my family? And even after writing that, a small part of me still wants to hide out in the land of denial. But I still want to make it there, as much as God will allow me to understand.

i was in the car this evening on my way to core. and i thought to myself, self, you're exhausted! and then i heard the Lord respond immediately, you love me more than that. i will not allow you to miss out on an opportunity just because you are tired. And you know something...God was totally right. I love him enough to run myself into the ground for the kids i work with. I love God enough to be in the most desperate of situations and still serve him. i have to remind myself of this at times even though i hate to admit it. I thank Jesus that he gave himself as our example. It will always be about Jesus...and if it's not...then we're wrong.

mmmm cake!

the long awaited cake fight photo has arrived now that i've discovered how to post pictures...it only took 3 months. i did learn how ebay worked today thanks to the other girl in the picture. there's more from where this came from!

let there be commenting

with careful consideration the comments are back on the blog...please only comment on relevant subjects of the posts...i do not post the guidelines for anyone, but my family members since they believe this is a personal message board of stupidity...it is not...happy commenting!

what's He doing?

it was a good weekend...and i'm ready for the next. and as crazy as it gets, i would choose it all again.

let me know how things changed for you this weekend. i know God did something. He definitely did a work in my life....tell someone and watch what happens. what God does in your life should not be a secret.

remember to love each other.

continued

and why is it that i had the best birthday ever and all i will probably remember is the fact that my parents forgot it again...yes, year three. what's up with that? so i should talk about the good things that happened...umm....let's see...mavs game was awesome and so were the seats. i didn't see eva longoria, but she didn't see me either. i got a few gift certificates and the coolest socks in the world...and just fyi, the way to a girl's heart is through silly socks. my grandparents were equally entertaining as always and i was even asked to be sharyl's maid of honor...incredible. so i should remember all of these things. thank you all for thinking of me. oh yes, and i how could i forget lunch with the middleton's and nat...i am blessed.

miriam, you look out for me so much, i love you...and Lisa, too.

year 3

so i just spent the last hour praising the Lord while i went running. and we talked about how when i stress about things that i don't trust. it's funny how God chooses to show us how wrong we are in such a gentle manner...its grace...that's amazing. and i have to do the same right now...my dad and stepmom forgot my birthday again and i'm not surprised, but i have to choose how to react...with grace and love or with worldly anger that can quickly consume me. how come this junk never stops...how come i never keep hoping they will notice me or even remember. i love them so why don't they love me back?

maybe i expect too much. i'm more high maintenance than most, but even with a busy schedule and work, i still make time to visit them for their birthdays. and i just have to remember that God's thoughts about me....and even them, are more numerous than all the grains of sand on earth. and nothing should surprise me. we all need Jesus...

the reason

there are so many things that happen during the course of a normal business day. and there are so many people to call back, lists to make, and people to email about the most random and obscure things. and sometimes its easy to forget what we do all of this for. i was reminded of the purpose last night as i sat in a group of 30 kids and listened to them worship. that's why we do all of it...for you guys. for you all to be equipped and to send you out into the world to make Christ known.

so i guess i need to apologize to God for being so caught up in the externals of this job i have. don't i see what the purpose is? ultimately, we all know what we do it for, but do we value it. the day i allow myself not to be moved by students worshipping is the day i need to get out. and i don't think that day will really come, but it could.
so i will be mindful of what will make it to eternity...if i don't know the difference between gold and sand, how can i show them?

just another word...please pray for our brothers and sisters at UBC in waco. pray that they would be held close by the Father during this time. if you would like to learn more of how you can pray for them go to http://ubcwaco.org

Live. And Live Well.
Taste every ounce of friendship. Taste every ounce of Life.
-kl

the last to know

are you that person? you know, the one who never knows what's going on until a month later...yeah, that's me. and it's been a problem since i was about 8 years old. you can attribute it to my a.d.d. or maybe i'm just oblivious to the world around. for whatever reason...i'm always the last to know. take for instance my dad "forgetting" to tell me that he had gotten married. that's a simple mistake, right? you get married in november and don't tell your daughter until march...and for some reason i don't buy the "forgetting".

and recently, i feel that people have forgotten to tell me important developments in their lives...some stuff that may affect me living my own life. and i don't understand. if we're friends then it should be easy, essential to our friendship to let me in on the big secret. last year i was blatantly lead on while my friend already had a girlfriend....not good. and you would think that i wouldn't be the last to know. that i would see the signs. and honestly, i don't have the time to analyze and study each relationship i have...that's where you have to trust people. but what happens when the people that you value most are always the ones to hurt you. and maybe it's not on purpose, but what if it might be. what if everyone was aware of their actions. what is i was aware of how gullible i am.

and sometimes i get angry about the way i've been treated. and i'm fully aware that my anger cannot make anything right in God's sight, but what if i all i can be is disappointed and sad? what if i can't stop listening to tiny dancer? and i've learned that i still have to function with the people that have hurt me...take my dad for example...i have to remember that i forgave him for the things that he did to us and how he did it. sometimes i forget it even happened at all. but it still happened.

sometimes i think my best friend's ears are going to fall off because he has heard all of this a million times. and i can't understand why it's so easy for him to treat me like he treats Jesus and it's so difficult for others. i mean it, the kid is Jesus to me and has been for 7 years. we all claim to be christian brothers and sisters...what's the deal? and i have to examine myself to see if i even come close to the standard i set for everyone else. i think of it this way...it would probably be the same if i was the first to know.

good things

there's something to be said for coming home to a house that smells like home. think about it...how much better do you feel as you pass over a threshold to have warm smells meet you. so maybe i need more exciting things in my life, but today that's what i appreciate. that my house feels like a home. i guess i take for granted those people who hate to pass through the doors. and it makes me wonder why their homes don't feel safe...like they belong in that space. i don't know what i would do without my place. when i was baylor, i always a felt a sense of relief when i was about to turn onto my street. even through traffic, i had the will to just make it home simply because i loved the space and the people in it. this is true even at my dad's house. it will always feel like home to me. most of the memories i hold as sacred are found between dallas and texas city. so here's to feeling like home.

on another note, jenn is tying the knot on saturday. and though i'm extremely happy for her, i can't picture her being someone's wife. she'll always be the girl who used to jump on my bed right after i made it. the funniest thing we ever did was ride around canton on a couple of scooters or "rascals". she actually jumped on one and promptly said, "jess, we've got 2!" she'll always be my college roommate and funnest highschool girl friend. the kid i would paint with all summer for the student ministry. the girl i would get stranded in hillsboro while on our way home to dallas for the weekend. she's that girl, jenny t. she's the girl who would meet me at walmart to get t-shirt supplies. she's the kid who would coarse me into going to whataburger at 3am. we'd even wear sequins out on a friday night just for fun. she's the kid who would let me sleep over at her house for 3 days straight. so i guess you can say we've had our share of good times...and here's to many, many more. congrats and love.

an excerpt

In response to not knowing what God's Call is on your life:
"Your call is to be a worship leader...but not necessarily with a guitar in your hand. Your call is to befriend that funny little lady at the end of your street. Your call is to feed the hungry and to spend yourself on behalf of the poor and to offer hospitality to strangers who just turn up in town needing a place to crash. And it's to pray so long and hard that you run out of words and tears. Your call is to preach the good news of Jesus to every person who will listen and a few who won't. Your call is to go somewhere, anywhere, wherever, whenever, for Jesus and never stop. your call is to love people no one else loves and to forgive them when they treat you like dirt--or worse. Do your job to the very best of your ability without grumbling about your boss or whining about your colleagues. Your call is to pray for the sick, and when they are healed, to dance all night. And when they aren't, to weep with them and love them even more. Your call is to honor your parents, pray for your leaders, study the Scriptures, and attend plenty of parties. Be a peacemaker in every situation: when the fight breaks out on the bus home late and when gossip starts to circulate at church. Your call is to pick up litter in the street when no one else is looking, to wipe the toilet seat, to pull the gum off from under the desk. It's to get to meetings early to put out the chairs. Your call is to make disciples and teach them to obey everything Jesus commanded. And don't forget to minister grace to them when they sin. Which they will. Your mission is to baptize and to cast out evil spirits. Your call is to bind up broken hearts wherever you find them, and you will find them wherever you look. It's to visit prisons. And hospitals. Your call is to listen more than you talk and to listen with your eyes as well as your ears. It's to do the chores again and again without grumbling. It's to buy ethical coffee and to recycle your bottles. And when you've done all that, come back and see me."
-The Vision and The Vow by Pete Greig

The only thing that i would want to add to those statements is we should do these things out of a joyful heart. How far away are we from this?

a response

so i tried to finish my painting today and it didn't happen...i liked the way it looked before, but there isn't much i can do to change it. and yes, its my fault, but hopefully i will like the end result much more than how it looked in the beginning.

changing the subject...
sometimes i think i beat myself up over the outcome of situations when i had nothing to do with the conflict in the first place. its all in the response...lately i've found myself praying for my favorite married couple on earth...yes, earth. they have been dealt a very crazy hand just a few days ago. and i know that God is in control of all things. afterall His thoughts about us are more numerous than the grains of sand...and that goes for every person ever created. and sometimes i wish people could see what i've seen and what i've felt. especially from these guys...they are an extraordinary duo that seeks to honor God with every day. i should know because they have mentored me through every good and difficult time in the last 3 years. so i know that God will use them some other place, but i can't help but think that their students are being robbed of the opportunity to learn from them. and so i will never have the answers just suggestions. and thank God, He will never need to hear them. so i might spend a few days wondering why. i just want people to see what Jesus sees when He looks at His Loves...He sees the heart.

maybe it's too much to ask...maybe i want too much...maybe it's all we need...to love one another.

kindness

what i normally view as beautiful should be closer to God's idea of beauty...at least that's my hope. to know what is truly beautiful. so many things have happened in the course of a year. and sometimes the 3rd time's the charm...for me to see that everything is worthless compared to the priceless gain of knowing Jesus Christ. hasn't that been God's goal for me to understand all along? and i've fought Him at every angle, but i see it all now. He's all that matters. and no amount of anxiety, fear, anger, disappointment can diminish His Glory. so while i can only see what is temporal, i will not question what i know too little about.

i've been so encouraged by reading from BJ's blog...or reading what his family writes about him since he was called home. and if they can find the love, joy, peace, and beauty of their story...i can smile...i can love...i can go on with God's future grace in mind.

and i have to say that while it would be easy to take this experience on as my own, i haven't. i have seen what the body of Christ was meant to be. they are a self-less family that seeks to bear my burdens as if they were their own. they have been Jesus to me...each one. so i thank you for loving me enough to give up time to listen, pray, and sit with me. and i believe that every battle that is won in my life is also theirs. this is how it feels to be held.

so while it might be easy to come away from this entry feeling good about the body...maybe even seeing God in a different way. my main goal is that we would be mindful of how we treat others. consider that a person is a sister, brother, son, daughter, a future friend, or even a spouse. we are treat one another with the kindness and love that Christ Jesus grants us on a daily basis. perhaps we need to understand and see the love of Christ instead of trying to recognize it on our own merit. love and respect your neighbor...they are trying to do the same.

October 6

they sure do know how to build theme parks, but movie sneak peeks are not their strong suits. i'm talking about those beastly execs at the walt disney company...what are they thinking billing a 2 hour event as a movie screening (and not just any movie...the keenly anticipated Narnia - my gosh man!) and sending in the big wigs to talk up this movie and only showing a 10 minute trailor. phoenemenol as it was...it was a trailor, not a movie or even a rough cut. here's to the free gift bag though...i'm missing the narnia passport. fortunately, i was able to get to know krystal better and discuss the royal tennenbaums at length - always a good time.

i found myself talking my bff michelle out of going to walmart tonight...it was almost 10:00pm...not a wise thing to do in mississippi at night by yourself. the conversation then shifted to her using hurricane food stamps to buy food. my friends are so classy.

the main reason i have a problem with walmart is the simply that i can't go there without being hit on by a mexican guy in his late twenties. funny as it sounds, i was just trying to make it out the door this evening with my chicken tenders and my cinderella dvd (on sale for $14.88) platinum edition. but hey, life throws out those curve balls and you can either try to dodge them or pretend like you're blind and not flinch when they hit you.

but all in all the day was glorious...yes, glorious. the weather was insane and i spent some time outside just smelling the air. so what if i'm weird. i'm okay with it. i watched cinderella for the first time in years and i noticed that even she has an odd attachment to the name octavious...it the best non-serious baby name to suggest to expecting parents. and i talked to michelle for a considerable amount of time. everyone should really have their own michelle...if that's even possible. and i finished up the night with some writing, eating my fun size m&m's, and listening to very safe, but ecletic music.

...i love these kinds of days