God created my personality and my body

I write this morning with a heavy heart as I contemplate the things the Lord has shown me this morning. This burden is from the fact that I know what I am supposed to do, and yet I do not do it. I am being stubborn and sinful. All I can do is ask the Lord to trust that His ways are the best ways. Regardless, I did want to share what I am reading in hopes that it might encourage and convict others.

I delved back into Calm my Anxious Heart this morning. After reading Psalm 139, the author points out some great things that I had not thought about before. In verse 13 the psalmist says, "For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." The author continues to explain that in Hebrew the words "inmost being" represent our desires and longings, essentially our personality. Wow! The Creator of the universe thought about me, and not just my physical form, but my emotional identity, as well.

Then as I continued reading, I got into the sticky goo. In verse 15 the psalmist says, " My frame was not hidden from Thee, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth." The author says it really well, so I will just quote from her, "In Hebrew, the word translated wrought means 'embroidered.' Although no one else could see you, God saw every detail of the formation of your body. As a weaver intricately embroiders colors together to create a beautiful pattern, God knit together your veins, muscles, nerves, and every curve and indentation that is uniquely yours. What tapestry can begin to equal the human fabric?"

If I was to make a list of all the things I liked about my body, it would be a very small list. I could go on and on about the things that disgust me about my body. Unfortunately, this is often a mental habit of mine when I stand in front of the mirror. There are just so many things that, according to the supermodel society we live it, are wrong.

The only way this sinful thought process is going to change is with God's help and conviction. That's all I can ask for this morning.

Frodo and his search for lost ring

Wow! I have a had a whirlwind of a few days, but I love to stay busy, so that has been wonderful!!

I wanted to share a story of how God shows himself in the small, seemingly insignificant things of our lives. Last week as I was perusing Facebook, I saw this on someone's status:

My yard desperately needed to be mowed, and I could not find the business card for the guy who I had last hired to do the job. I just prayed that God would help me find that card today as I cleaned and organized. As I was sitting eating lunch, the doorbell rang. It was the yard man. He just dropped by... to see if my yard needed to be mowed! God is good!

And then this last week, my mom told me about their camping trip. My parents and sister were planning on meeting my brother and sister-in-law and sweet baby Lucy in Oklahoma to camp for a few days. Eric called right after my parents had left saying that they were having car troubles. My parents decided to just meet Eric in Tyler and camp at the state park there. Prior to leaving, my parents debated about whether to take the second seat out of the suburban and cram all the camping stuff in there or to take the trailer. They opted for the trailer, which seemed to be an insignificant decision at the time, but later allowed them to fit all of Eric and Sheryl's stuff in the trailer, so they could go camping. If they had just crammed it into the back of the car, there would not have been enough room for their stuff.

My mom is so great about recognizing these situations as an answer to prayer or God looking out for us. Today, I had the opportunity to experience God's grace as well. Thankfully, God gave me the foresight and sensitivity to realize that this situation was a time to put my faith into action.

Last night Anthony could not find his UNT alumni ring when he left my house. (This ring cost a lot of money, Anthony loves it, and it symbolizes all the hard work he put into school.) We assumed it was somewhere at his house, but when he got back home, he could not find it anywhere. I am very familiar with the feelings that follows after losing or thinking I lost something of importance. Panic, frustration, anger. As I was telling Anthony different options of where to look and to not freak out, I was also praying. I was praying that the Lord would give us wisdom where to look, peace so Anthony would not panic, and trust that God knew what was best in this situation. After much looking, Anthony did not find the ring last night. To be honest, I expected Anthony to be in a horrible mood this morning at church, but he wasn't. He had also said that he had prayed about finding the ring as well. (A man who puts his faith is in action is so attractive!)

Sometimes it seems like such a trite thing to ask, "Did you pray about?" My mom always asked me that while I was growing up, even now. I used to get frustrated thinking that well, God already knew about my problem or that it is such a small problem, I just need to figure it out myself. Shocker, Angela, God does know about all my problems, and, even though they may seem insignificant to me, He concerns Himself with my desires, needs, and wants. The thing He wants from me is to see that I trust Him. Completely. Even in the small things. He wants to know that I am humble enough to give Him all of my problems. Sometimes I wait to pray until I feel like it is the last option available. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It should be our first move, always.

Right after Anthony got home from church, he found his ring. It had slid down into the back of the couch. Right when he told me, I stopped what I was doing and thanked God for showing us grace and wisdom in that circumstance.

I have always wanted to have one of those stories of how God answered my prayer in such a tangible way. I am sure my life is full of them. I have just been too busy looking for my own solutions instead of searching out the Lord. Anthony did not find the ring because of our good detective skills, or exhaustive searching, or remembering where it fell out of his pocket. Even if we hadn't prayed, we would have probably found the ring. The only thing that would have been different is that God wouldn't be getting the glory, and we would probably have sinned a lot (worry, frustration, anger).

Thank you, Lord, for pointing us to you and reminding me how real you are, even in the small things.

Matthew 6:25-27 "For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more important than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor do they gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?"

Short and Sweet

I have training this morning, boooo, but it is with my friends Michelle and Jennifer, so that will make the day go by much quicker. And then tomorrow, Brittany comes in town!!! I digress...


This morning I read about how one can be selfish with their time. This can happen when someone either unduly imposes on someone else or by guarding one's personal time. I would like to think that I don't impose on people, but I am sure I do. I take that back. I do impose on Anthony. I don't have to work this summer, but he does. Sometimes I guilt trip him into hanging out with me super late simply because I have nothing to do, ignoring the fact that he has to get up the next morning and work. I only do this because I love hanging out with him, but it is selfish.

I can also be selfish with my time. If you know me at all, you know I love to take naps. And not just wimpy 30 minute naps. My naps are only considered good naps if they are two hours. Sometimes I can place more importance on my nap time than hanging out with my roommates or running important errands.

This is hard to look at myself and say, "Angela, you are a really selfish person." BUT how great is it that God is so gracious to show me my sins and allow me to work on them????

Off to the wonderful world of training. I am bringing my Sudoku with me:))))

Justin

Watching The Bachelorrette with other people is so much fun! I get to feel like a little psychologist, analyzing everyone's feelings and motivations. So, here is my take on last night's episode. I DO NOT understand why everyone is picking on Justin. What has he done to incur their wrath? I think a lot of the guys are really insecure, so they just gang up on whoever is being picked on. I don't understand why they all thought it was unfair of him to go to Ali's house. They could have gone over there just as easily. And Ali is such an idiot!! Bah!! Really, do you think Justin came back to the house and blabbed to everyone about what he just did? If he did, then yes, that would mean that he is there just for attention. Now, thanks to Ali and blabbermouth Roberto, the whole house knows.

Compared to episodes of The Bachelor the guy contestants are by far the bigger whiners, gossipers, and drama queens. Frank and Weatherman are both whiners. *Weatherman's music video scene and him asking Ali to go somewhere else to have a "real first kiss" were the funniest, most awkward moments of the night. And why, o why, is Craig still around? What does he have to really offer? Hunter got sent home because he wouldn't make out with Ali in the hot tub, which, according to her, is the only thing hot tubs can be used for. I think Chris from Cape Cod is still a really great guy, and I love the outtake with him and John trying to catch the mouse. I used to like Jesse, but he wore a jeans suit to the rose ceremony. Way to get dressed up, dude!
Next week, I think that mullet dude goes home. I don't think that I have heard him speak at all. And Weatherman goes home. That would be kinda sad because he does create so many awkward moments to laugh at. I still like Justin, Chris, and Ali likes Roberto. Until next week:)

"Bobby, share your toys with Billy"

I have been reading this book with my mentor from church for several months now. Each chapter focuses on a different sin that is often times not even considered a sin by the world or by many Christians. Just because I am not aware of it not being a sin, doesn't make it any less of a sin. It is so easy for me to find the sin in others, but this book has really helped open my eyes to the sins that I am committing that I didn't really consider as sin.

For example, the chapter I started today is talking about selfishness. I see this with my third graders A LOT. "I want to be first in line. I want to hold that. That was my idea. Blah, blah, blah." As we grow up, we learn that selfishness is not socially smiled upon, so we learn to mask it in different ways. I can definitely identify with the first way that Jerry Bridges mentions selfishness and that is in regard to our interests. I wonder how many times I have finished a conversation with someone, and they are like, "Geez, could they talk about themselves anymore???" I did this last week with my roommates. We were talking, or should I say, I was talking about all these different things that I had happened to me that day. And they were funny stories, too! And then, "Oh, it's time for bed." I had just monopolized the entire conversation.

Bridges points out that the reason this is a sin issue is because it is a symptom of self-centeredness. I need to cultivate a sensitivity to allow the other person to discuss things of interest to them. What a great thing to put into practice!

My Summer TV

So, I recently started watching Lost. Recently, as in yesterday. Anthony started watching it a last week ago, and I refused to watch it because well, it is about this group of people who get lost on this island and then they get rescued and then they go back to being lost on the island. How ridiculous is that? Very...or so I thought. For a very ridiculous show, it has a had a very interesting beginning episodes. I will keep you updated on my Lost status.


Another show that I am watching is The Bachelorette, *said with an embarrassed look on my face.* I am not embarrassed that I am watching it, I am just embarrassed because after the last season, I swore of the show. But I love the drama. I love that the drama is in their life and not in mine. And I know this sounds stupid, but I like "getting to know" the contestants and playing matchmaker.
Last year I read the spoilers. First time ever and last time! Way to ruin the show! Even though I read them, I was like, "No, that can't be right. It says he chooses Vienna." I was wrong and a little hurt. I felt like I knew Jake better than that. We had a history and all. (Meaning: I had watched the season with Jillian and him.)
Some guys I really like are Chris from Cape Cod, Jesse, Justin, and Roberto. Is that too many predictions???? I will narrow down after the show tonight. Oh, and I don't necessarily like Ali that much. She was kinda a jerk last season and she is kinda skanky on the show. I wonder what drama will happen this summer...

Worrywart

As you can see, I have not kept up with my blog as often as I would like. However, since I have no obligations this summer, I would like to post once a day.
One goal of mine this summer is to be more diligent with my time in the Word each day. During the school year I often found excuses to neglect this. I have recently started reading Calm My Anxious Heart by Linda Dillow. It seems that as a woman I tend to worry more than men. It also seems that society has deemed worry as an acceptable route to show one's concern. If you aren't worrying, you aren't concerned, right? Linda says, "Our anxiety should be used as a springboard to pray specifically. Our part in the process of learning to be content is a heart choice--a choice to pray rather than be anxious. Sadly, many of us reverse this and worry about everything, praying only as a last resort!" Unfortunately, I know that this last statement has been true of me. I am asking the Lord specifically to help me remember to go to Him first before trying to solve all my problems on my own. Sounds like a simple task, but that dang ole human nature has a way of creeping up on me.
The verse that I am committing to memory this week is Philippians 4:6. "Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God." God doesn't really give us an option to worry. We are commanded not to do it. I was reminded of this a lot this last year. At the beginning of the year I was concerned about my job performance and about what other coworkers were saying about me. I also remember worrying about the my kids' scores on the TAKs test. Now remember this was after their test was taken and turned in. Really?!?!? Was my worrying going to alter the scores of the test? It sounds so silly to worry about things that we have absolutely no control over, but we do that so often. This verse was such a great reminder that God has given us another option besides worry. He tells us to give it over to Him. It sounds a lot more logical to give all my concerns to someone who can actually handle it. In hindsight, I sometimes just want to smack myself on the head and say, "DUH!"