the power of YES

not just saying yes to whatever comes in front of you… but the power of saying YES when you’re asked to step (and you really don’t want to..maybe cuz of “what if’s” or because it’s been a certain way for a long period of time.) He’s the changer of hearts… specially of mine. criminy. your NO will most certainly be detrimental. so, no matter how many excuses you’ve come up with of “why this step in faith would be a bad idea”, quit kidding yourself. If He said step, step. your YES affects more than just you.

It’s time for healing time to move on
It’s time to fix what’s been broken too long
Time make right what has been wrong
It’s time to find my way to where I belong
There’s a wave that’s crashing over me
All I can do is surrender

(Chorus)
Whatever you’re doing inside of me
It feels like chaos somehow there’s peace
It’s hard to surrender to what I can’t see
but I’m giving in to something heavenly

Time for a milestone
Time to begin again
Revaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow your will
or just climbing aimlessly over these hills
So show me what it is you want from me
I give everything I surrender…
To…

(Chorus)

Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I’ve wanted to say for so many years
Time to to release all my held back tears

Whatever you’re doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but I believe
You’re up to something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly

Whatever you’re doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but now I can see
This something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly
Something heavenly

It’s time to face up
Clean this old house
Time breathe in and let everything out

//sanctus real, whatever you’re doing

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infidel

This is a post about terrorism, religious bash, foreign joke, marital mistakes, faith.

I mean, shoot. You say infidelity or infidel and those crossed out words would be the first things to come to mind… but the purpose of this post is not to broadcast a socio political agenda, but how the fulfillment of what you’re believing for lives or dies by faith.

I don’t think many people in America would see the weight in the word “infidel”. By one definition, it refers to one “who is not a Christian or who opposes Christianity”. Pretty sure that’s a ‘common’ status in the United States and worldwide. (soon to be changed, in Jesus Name). By another definition, an infidel is an “unbeliever with respect to a particular religion or one who acknowledges no religious belief”. Yet again, common. But maybe the third Merriam-Webster’s definition will make some sense…in a sec…

A few lines up I said “lives or dies by faith”. If you’re trusting the Lord through anything, you’re realizing (hopefully sooner than later) that faith is a MUST. I myself am in a few situations that are mandating that everything be done in faith, void of doubt… because giving into that doubt, even in the slightest, cripples my sight, my ability, and my motivation to move forward. Nothing like a blind, crippled, and lazy Christian! (oh wait, that might be offensive) In faith, vision lives. Outside of faith, vision dies. This brings me to the third definition of infidel.

infidel: a disbeliever in something specified or understood

Wipe the “ok???” from your mind…and hang in there a sec.

With God-ordained vision (believing in something yet to happen), there is the Isaiah 55:11 understanding. His word will not return to Him void, but will accomplish what He desires and achieve the purpose for which He sent it. Whether the “knowing” came from the voice of God, the Word, or a prophetic word, there is an established understanding of what is to come. It carries with it variating degrees of specificity as well… may include names, places, even dates. But regardless it has been stamped with Divine approval.

What does this have to do with infidel?… I will use me as the example, because I am the only currently labeled infidel that I am free to talk about. (What?! You just called yourself an infidel?! Why would you do that?) By the third definition, an infidel is an “disbeliever”. Disbelief implies that there is a doubt as to the truth of something. It’s different than unbelief which is the active rejection of the truth of something. So technically, I have been tagged by Merriam-Webster as this… thankfully mercy follows me.

How many times have you doubted the ability of what you were believing for to happen (even when God said it would happen), whether it’s based on what you’re seeing in front of you or questioning if you are truly capable of executing/following through on it (in ability, etc). As transparent as ambiguous words can be.. unless you’re pretending you’re super christian, you know what I’m diggin’ at.

This wasn’t written to label you as an infidel, to show you that Merriam-Webster says you are an infidel, or to say “throw in the towel because you gave in to doubt once”. It was written to peel the curtain back on how lethal doubt (death) is to vision… its the antithesis of faith (life)…so like anything else it would yield what it is. Apple seeds don’t yield pomegranates (ha! thought i was gonna say ORANGES didn’t you!)

Doubt = death…Faith = life

In closing of this super long up-chuck of …thing…, Don’t let the devil give you another name… Your God given name fits you well. Wear it proudly. Ps 23:6

40 degrees

Last night I came home from Indiana Wesleyan at, I don’t know… 2am after watching my brother and the team pull off a 6-1 win against Grace College. Last game I will be at for the season, so naturally, it would be the COLDEST GAME EVER. Miserable to stand in, but I was proud of Markie and the boys for finishing well. Spring Arbor doesn’t stand a chance.

So on the idea of 2am… It was like 5 degrees warmer in my apartment than it was outside..aka COLD. Of my gosh I can’t even explain. Flipped the dial to heat and turned it on low. Walked towards the bathroom and instantly smelled burning flesh (ok, not really..but it was rank). Dear Lord, something was on fire. I ran back the whole 5 feet from the bathroom to the wall unit and turned it off… still.. smoke was pouring out of somewhere… BAMMP BAMMP BAMMMP doggone fire alarm goes off. I’m wavin’ a pillow at the wall (making it even colder)… finally it shuts up.

Found some random spray from some Christmas past and started dousing the air with it. Oh Gosh… nothing like tasting a mix of smoke and victoria secret somethin or other. BLAH. Ended up going to sleep shiverring… its snowing now… BOUT TIME.

I had some deep thing to write about on Infidelity as regards to vision… but it would mar the light-hearted nature of this post.. see above.

to smell of bread or coffee…

The first time since August I’ve set foot in the place was at one time referred to as my second home… Starbucks. Lately it’s been Panera.. so I’ve smelled like a giant loaf of bread. I’ll take the coffee.. No, that picture isn’t the BR Starbucks.. That’s from Franklin, TN, home of Meow. It’s warm in here. I walked from my apartment and my face near froze off. Basically insta-tan.. aka wind burn..

I miss traveling. Never realized how much we traveled during soccer. The opportunity was there. Now I almost feel confined because I can’t go places by myself really… that whole “danger” factor. If people would just behave and not be dumb, it would make life alot more exciting.

I want to just walk places, hike, whatever and just shoot. Not a gun..people who aren’t around the photo slang.. shoot is another word for “take photos”. But how cool would you sound if you walked around saying “take photos” as a professional photographer.. NOT very. I’m either gonna “shoot” or.. nothing lol. So feel free to pick up that word for “taking pictures” if you want to be cool. hah. Speaking of cool, thats where my next point comes in. My brother.

This is my brother, Mark. He is a stud. Girls, I’ll warn you now… decide before hand if you want to deal with his sister (yes, that would be me). I don’t bite…all the time.

“Why you gotta be all up in his business?” you ask… I’m the older sister.. he’s my baby brother (that’s half a foot taller than me..) and because BECAUSE. lol. Nah, I’m not all up in his biz – but you will be meeting meeee hahaha Ah markie.

the life of being a stud.

Then, there’s my family.. :) I have a song to go along with that. Obviously the meaning of this song is about God ha, but I would go to say that this applies to my dad here too. The older I get, the more I realize how right he’s been this whole time. Especially in the places where I SO DESPERATELY wanted him to be wrong. Both he and my mom. That’s how it goes tho I guess doesn’t it

The song “We Have The Best Dad” by Rick Pino.

The Best Dad click on “best dad”

I don’t have the cool capability like joshua to inset songs to my space here. so click. ha

not much more left. my coffee’s cold.

dag.

seasonings

Small update in pictures of the last year. By no means finished, but this is all thats coming for the time being. Nothing super new. The first snow is on the brink of showing up, in all its whiteness. Waiting for God to heal my right arm. I haven’t even been shooting and it goes numb at times, throbs others, and my wrist decides to spaz out. la la la. Wish I had something exciting to write about, but I don’t. Went to Goodwill. Found 2 cd’s for 2 bucks a piece. One’s piano by this old lady… mmm instrumentals. The other’s the last I ever heard of Zoegirl. 2 bucks – ha! Then found these two cool cups. Had a cool logo on them so I got them. Just looked up the name, and its an insurance company. Blast.

O, A-che, well (Oh well for those who have no idea what i just said)

And cherry coke. mmm. Coulda left it outside for 10 mins and had that slushy type of coke. YUM. But instant gratification was the answer with that one. Maybe some other time. Some random girl keeps staring at me in Panera. Awkward people… Only I’m allowed to be awkward if there’s an option between me and a stranger in the awkward category. Ah awkward moments are the best.. and most memorable.. too bad I can’t think of any right now.

I’d rather take a nap.

it’s only a shadow

ever bothered to take notice of who is growing up in your shadow?

just tired

if i could only explain how tired i am so tired i dont even feel like using punctuation just spaces please God can something please break please anything i dont really know how abraham waited so long without crapping out and saying o forget it not like i have anywhere else to go but whens the kairos gonna line up for real anything something its happening everywhere else i know You didnt forget

but hello?

ky.o.taes

finalizing what i’ll be saying up on the mountain/hill behind my parents house… and these 2 coyotes start whalin’ back and forth, sometimes in concert. they were singing the new hallelujah for my family.

birdies, ky.o.taes, grasshoppers, paper, Bible, pen. and BAM

expecting miracles. its day 7, signifying completion, and the 8th day of the month, signifying new beginning woooo hoooo