Ah rejection.
A bitter cup to drink... more like someone throws it in your face.
I've just been told, "Leave Katherine. Get outta here. Just disappear."
And it was no joke.
Pretty darn serious.
It's like a cut where the pain comes on slowly.
Like it takes a bit for your brain to process what's just been said to you.
I've always imagined that the big lump in your throat is like a dam that keeps your tears from breaking through. Like it's groaning for the release and it's so hard to swallow!
I walked away like this person told me to. Not slamming doors or anything. Nor stomping my way out.
Just quietly... like a fading ghost.
I think it's best to walk away quietly.
One: because somehow it shows strength.
Two: because you're showing that you didn't really take it personally (even though it might seem hard to take it any other way but read Ephesians 6:12).
Three: because the quietness of your actions helps you meditate through your thoughts better without the parade of emotions trampling you over.
I'm not saying that my flesh wasn't triggered. I'm saying that you have the power to deactivate the ticking bomb. You have the authority to "cool it" and forgive, one of the most Godly acts a human can do. Yes, it's possible, because Jesus has made a way.
Colossians 3:13 "Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you."
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
I Thee Wed: For Girls
Imagine your wedding day.
All the decorations are up, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and it seems like world peace has finally been reached. All your guests are waiting at the church, your make-up is did, your hair is flawless and you ended up fitting the size of dress you set for yourself. Your nails are impeccable, the limo ride was fabulous and you really did feel like a queen. You're already imagining walking down the aisle, your dress flowing, seeing the love of your life with the biggest smile. All the while you calm yourself down to not start crying so you won't ruin your make-up. Your favorite flowers perfume the entire room with a fragrance to remember, so much so that it seeps through the cracks of the doors that await to be opened to let you in. Everything is perfectly perfect and what's more, you have the cutest flower girls ever. You're ready to walk down the aisle and before the doors open, you close your eyes for one last time as a single woman, breathe, open your eyes....
You notice a blotch on your dress.
It's a strike of black like someone just swung eye-liner on your dress by accident.
Can you imagine?!
Just a small imperfection on your wedding dress is completely dreadful!! It's like one of the most important days of your life right?! Well, I think so.
Would you get married in a wrinkled dress? And I mean the horribly wrinkled dress, not the cute vintage wrinkles that we wear now-a-days. What if you had more than one blotch on your white dress? It stands out doesn't it? It wouldn't be right to just patch it up with a piece of white cloth... it's just not part of the dress.
"...Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless." Ephesians 1:25-27 (emphasis added)
I try to imagine what type of guy would want his bride to have a torn dress on her wedding day. And not just for her to look beautiful but for her to look beautiful for him. And I know that guys like to say, "You look beautiful no matter what." But we're talking about the wedding day here. It's amazing for the bride-to-be to dress up to look beautiful but it's not like she's marrying herself. She's marrying the guy! It's for him! She loves him! Who wouldn't want to look flawless for the one you love?
Jesus wants an unblemished church. No wrinkles, no blotches, no eye-liner on it, no tears, no patches. He wants flawless. But here's the best part: He's already gotten you the dress, and you fit in it perfectly. He had it custom made and you look radiant in it.
That's the way it is now actually, He paid your dress with His blood. He actually died for you to look beautiful. Just for Him.
"'Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear.'" Rev 19:7-8
All the decorations are up, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and it seems like world peace has finally been reached. All your guests are waiting at the church, your make-up is did, your hair is flawless and you ended up fitting the size of dress you set for yourself. Your nails are impeccable, the limo ride was fabulous and you really did feel like a queen. You're already imagining walking down the aisle, your dress flowing, seeing the love of your life with the biggest smile. All the while you calm yourself down to not start crying so you won't ruin your make-up. Your favorite flowers perfume the entire room with a fragrance to remember, so much so that it seeps through the cracks of the doors that await to be opened to let you in. Everything is perfectly perfect and what's more, you have the cutest flower girls ever. You're ready to walk down the aisle and before the doors open, you close your eyes for one last time as a single woman, breathe, open your eyes....
You notice a blotch on your dress.
It's a strike of black like someone just swung eye-liner on your dress by accident.
Can you imagine?!
Just a small imperfection on your wedding dress is completely dreadful!! It's like one of the most important days of your life right?! Well, I think so.
Would you get married in a wrinkled dress? And I mean the horribly wrinkled dress, not the cute vintage wrinkles that we wear now-a-days. What if you had more than one blotch on your white dress? It stands out doesn't it? It wouldn't be right to just patch it up with a piece of white cloth... it's just not part of the dress.
"...Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless." Ephesians 1:25-27 (emphasis added)
I try to imagine what type of guy would want his bride to have a torn dress on her wedding day. And not just for her to look beautiful but for her to look beautiful for him. And I know that guys like to say, "You look beautiful no matter what." But we're talking about the wedding day here. It's amazing for the bride-to-be to dress up to look beautiful but it's not like she's marrying herself. She's marrying the guy! It's for him! She loves him! Who wouldn't want to look flawless for the one you love?
Jesus wants an unblemished church. No wrinkles, no blotches, no eye-liner on it, no tears, no patches. He wants flawless. But here's the best part: He's already gotten you the dress, and you fit in it perfectly. He had it custom made and you look radiant in it.
That's the way it is now actually, He paid your dress with His blood. He actually died for you to look beautiful. Just for Him.
"'Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear.'" Rev 19:7-8
He loved you long before you loved Him
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Zombies? I think not!
Choices, choices. Hard to make sometimes no? But what power we have... to make choices. Better yet, what power we've been given.
Last Sunday we had a family night... nights that I so treasure!
But a quick story:
We ordered pizza, so dad and I went to go pick it up. When we had the pizza and we headed out of the pizza place, a Papa John's employee was walking towards us and passed us with two bags loaded with food labeled KFC.
Oh the irony.
But poppa said, "Well, that's the power of choice for ya."
The employees work at a pizzeria yet a comrade goes out to get some chicken for the crew. They decided they wanted chicken and mashed potatoes.
And dad said, "Those are the things that I try to think about. With any small or huge thing in life. God has given us the ability to make decisions. He gave us that freedom, that independence. But that's where He comes in and says, 'Hey, well, I suggest that you take my road. Keep me in your plans. Choose me because I know what's good for you.' But ultimately it's up to us to accept or reject. To welcome or shun. Left or right."
"'Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.'"
Matthew 7:13-14
"'Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.'"
Mattew 11: 29-30
Last Sunday we had a family night... nights that I so treasure!
But a quick story:
We ordered pizza, so dad and I went to go pick it up. When we had the pizza and we headed out of the pizza place, a Papa John's employee was walking towards us and passed us with two bags loaded with food labeled KFC.
But poppa said, "Well, that's the power of choice for ya."
The employees work at a pizzeria yet a comrade goes out to get some chicken for the crew. They decided they wanted chicken and mashed potatoes.
And dad said, "Those are the things that I try to think about. With any small or huge thing in life. God has given us the ability to make decisions. He gave us that freedom, that independence. But that's where He comes in and says, 'Hey, well, I suggest that you take my road. Keep me in your plans. Choose me because I know what's good for you.' But ultimately it's up to us to accept or reject. To welcome or shun. Left or right."
Matthew 7:13-14
"'Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.'"
Mattew 11: 29-30
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