It was a great experience and it really made me want to do more to support Hope Ministries and all that God is doing through this wonderful organization! More than that though it made me so thankful that I understand that all things are possible through Christ and nothing is too hard to overcome through Him. It breaks my heart to see people struggling through life when they don't have to. According to the book of Ephesians, "even before God made the world He loved us and chose us to be Holy in Christ and without fault in His eyes." God didn't create anyone to be miserable and broken, he's given us a way to be complete and perfect in his eyes and all we have to do is accept the free gift of salvation that Jesus offers us. If we can humble ourselves before the Lord and confess that we mess up and we need help, the Holy Spirit is available to us and Jesus is there for us. I saw my father struggle through alcohol addiction and I saw the shame and hurt that he felt and even thinking about it now makes my heart hurt. He wrote a letter before he passed away detailing the things that he was most proud of in his life. Events or accomplishments that to him showed he was worthy of having lived. I wish I could have told him that even if he'd never accomplished any of those things, God found him worthy and there was nothing he could do to earn God's love. It's a free gift. No matter how much we believe or don't believe in God, God believes in us. My dad and I didn't have many heart to heart conversations, but I wish I would have told him about God's love for him because maybe it would have made a difference. That experience and that memory is one of the things that really makes me want to help people and really makes me want to share the message of Christ. I don't want to see people hurting and I don't want them to miss out on the greatest relationship of all time... a relationship with the creator of the universe who says he chose you before he even created the world. Wow, that's powerful.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Created Not To be Broken
It was a great experience and it really made me want to do more to support Hope Ministries and all that God is doing through this wonderful organization! More than that though it made me so thankful that I understand that all things are possible through Christ and nothing is too hard to overcome through Him. It breaks my heart to see people struggling through life when they don't have to. According to the book of Ephesians, "even before God made the world He loved us and chose us to be Holy in Christ and without fault in His eyes." God didn't create anyone to be miserable and broken, he's given us a way to be complete and perfect in his eyes and all we have to do is accept the free gift of salvation that Jesus offers us. If we can humble ourselves before the Lord and confess that we mess up and we need help, the Holy Spirit is available to us and Jesus is there for us. I saw my father struggle through alcohol addiction and I saw the shame and hurt that he felt and even thinking about it now makes my heart hurt. He wrote a letter before he passed away detailing the things that he was most proud of in his life. Events or accomplishments that to him showed he was worthy of having lived. I wish I could have told him that even if he'd never accomplished any of those things, God found him worthy and there was nothing he could do to earn God's love. It's a free gift. No matter how much we believe or don't believe in God, God believes in us. My dad and I didn't have many heart to heart conversations, but I wish I would have told him about God's love for him because maybe it would have made a difference. That experience and that memory is one of the things that really makes me want to help people and really makes me want to share the message of Christ. I don't want to see people hurting and I don't want them to miss out on the greatest relationship of all time... a relationship with the creator of the universe who says he chose you before he even created the world. Wow, that's powerful.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Your Life Changes the Moment You Decide It.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
You Are the Best Thing
I discovered this song around July 4th. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Ray LaMontagne's voice. I would love to see this guy in concert. Thanks to Wikipedia, here's the story on this guy. He's 36 years old and he lives in Maine with his wife and his two kids. One day he heard a Stephen Stills' song "Hilltop Flyer" on the radio. He bought the album and decided he wanted to be a singer-songwriter. He quit his job at a shoe factory and in 1999 went on tour, keeping a side job as a carpenter. Now he has three albums. He has such a classic kind of voice. I think I might have to download some more of his music on iTunes. So far I only have this one, but everything I've heard him sing is great. So my tip for the day, download some Ray LaMontagne, sit back with a glass of wine, take it easy, and soak in the relaxing, mellowness of it all.
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Little Pain Makes a Big Difference

Yesterday was a big day! I conquered my fear of needles and blood. I decided to VOLUNTEER to get poked with a big needle and give blood at the Red Cross Blood Drive at my church. Unless you're deathly afraid of blood and needles, donating blood is a pretty simple way to give back to the world. It only takes 10 minutes to pump out the blood and within 20-30 minutes you could be in and out and on with your day. If you're afraid of needles and blood and pain, like I am, then donating blood is a bit more of a big deal. I really had to psych myself up for this one. I knew I was going to volunteer about a week ago. So every day I pictured myself walking in and laying down and giving the blood like it was no big deal. I think my strategy worked! When I walked in yesterday I was a little nervous, but not too bad. The lady who helped me, Tammy, was the NICEST woman in the world. She knew it was my first time, so I think she was extra careful with me. There was also another very nice volunteer named Joleen who stayed with me the whole time and they both talked to me while I donated. I told Tammy that I didn't want to see the needle or the blood and I did NOT want her to tell me what she was doing or when she was going to poke me. I will say that it really hurt when she stuck me, but it didn't last long. And I didn't cry and I didn't even wince. She had to remind me to keep breathing, but other than that I was a pro. She said she wouldn't have known it was my first time if I hadn't told her. (I think she was just being kind.) All in all, I would say it was a successful experience and I would do it again. I won't be a regular, every 8 week kind of donor, but I would donate again sometime. It was very rewarding to know that just for enduring a little anxiety and a little pinch of pain, I helped save three lives!
