Monthly Archives: March 2015

Cockroaches, Grasshoppers and Dinosaur Fossils

Hey guys.

So tonight is going to be a little different, because instead of writing about everything ridiculous like I usually do, I’m going to write about something that really matters.

Tonight, I’m going to be talking about something that I’ve just been thinking about, and I want to confess a major sin issue that’s been slowly ruining my life.

Pride.

It’s taken several months and readings to discover this flaw, and I finally discovered it in one journal session that I had with God just now. The fact that it took that long to acknowledge the issue proves the existence of the sin even further.

Pride. It brought Satan to his doom, and it’s bringing me to mine. And do you want to know why? Because pride undermines God’s authority. The phrase “pride comes before the fall” is sometimes thrown flippantly into casual conversation, but it’s anything but a casual topic.

In fact, it’s the root of where all sin began. Satan was proud when he wanted to undermine God, so he was tossed out of Heaven. Adam and Eve were proud when they wanted to know as much as God, so they were thrown out of the Garden of Eden.

And now I am questioning and challenging God in the same way just because I want to know the same things that God does. I want things my own way, and tell God that I know what’s best for me.

But do I know anything? No. I know nothing. I don’t even know anything as pointless as what I’m going to wear tomorrow (that’s not that important, but still. It’s nice to know sometimes), let alone what my future looks like.

Isaiah 40:22 refers to the people of God as grasshoppers on earth, but tonight, I realized that I am not even a grasshopper, but a cockroach. I don’t make sweet music, and I don’t jump jubilantly about, sharing music with the other grasshoppers.

Instead, I’m a pest. I wriggle around on the floor, groaning and moaning about things that don’t matter, and I go back to God with ideas on what I want my life to look like. I would squash me under a boot.

In fact, I think that when it comes down to it, that we are all cockroaches in some way. We want our own way and we want to continue living our own lives, separate from God so we can indulge ourselves in the pleasures abundant on Earth.

If we continue on like this however, we will be separated from God. We will get that separation that we claimed we wanted.

But God isn’t about to squash us under his foot without giving us a chance for redemption. Instead, he takes each of us cockroaches and breathes new life into us. He transforms us into grasshoppers, even while we were miserable, squirmy cockroaches.

But only if we let him.

So today, I would invite you all to look into your life and see where you have sinned. Abandon your cell phones and close up your computers, and spend some time in prayer, asking God to unearth the sin issues in your life. You might be surprised by how many dinosaur fossils you find.

And if you find after looking into your life that you are without sin, look again. Chances are, pride is going to be one of the main ones. Only a prideful person would look at himself and say that he or she hasn’t sinned against God, because let’s face it: we’ve all sinned and taken the fall, and we’ll sin again, and take another fall, just because we’re human

Just remember that whenever you’re performing the excavation, that God loves you no matter how many decomposing bones you find. And the important thing is to understand that, and accept his forgiveness once you ask for it.

Because he will forgive, just as he always does.

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Back from off of the earth’s face

Oh heeyyyy guyssss!!!

It’s been a ridiculously long time since my last post, and I was just thinking about how much I have missed you, mah friends!!

So now that I’m back, and trying to start writing again (hopefully at least once a week, if not more), I have a few updates to share with you all!

One very important one is…. I HAVE A JOB!!! Even though it’s with my old high school in a field I didn’t pursue in college, I have a job!

And I know I should’ve posted this weeks ago, I know. But I’ve had special needs assistant position for about three weeks now, and being a working woman and all has had me very busy. Never in my life has the phrase, “you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him/her drink” been so applicable. But I’m trying to make the most of it by creating large amounts of visuals for my student as he’s autistic, and works better that way.

I’ve also taken to committing to as many different things as possible in order to drive myself insane. Who knew that there could be a limit as to how many things they could volunteer for! So as of now, I’m busy doing at least something every day besides working, whether it’s arranging books at the library, or mucking out stalls and feeding sheep. Going from almost nothing to everything at once can be a bit ridiculous.

Speaking of being a bit ridiculous, I’ve taken to quite a few writing projects, which have all turned out to be, just a little bit ridiculous. While I still have my novel editing in the background, I also had a project where I wrote an assortment of poems for a food-related contest, because, well, what else is there that’s worth writing about?

I would share them on here, but I’ll keep you all in suspense. What I’ll say about them is: one is all about doughnuts, one is about apples, and another is about chocolate.

You can see where my priorities lie: with the fruits and the sweets.

So besides working, driving myself insane and writing bad poetry, nothing else has been new with me. Oh, except for one little teeny tidbit of an exciting detail…

I may be going on a mission’s trip to Portugal this summer!! I would be working as an intern, meeting and serving the pilgrims of the Camino de Santiago, or Saint James’ Way, and walking it myself for about a week! I’m just about to start the application process, so yeah, I’m pretty excited about that, because God has lead me this way 🙂

So that’s pretty much all I have left to say before my brain becomes the subject of another poem. If I were to write said poem, it would probably go something like this:

My brain says

the porridge this morning tastes different,

just like watered wheat, with water and wheat.

And wheaty water,

and only that-

I should sleep more. Both food and brain

are in my bowl in front of me.

They taste terrible.

There you have it. If you eat your brain and porridge for your morning breakfast, this is probably the only sense you will make.

So, to officially end this rambling post, here are some more pictures of my puppy!!

Sadie decided to go Celtic for the day, so we got to capture that on camera.

Sadie decided to go Celtic for the day, and we had the rare opportunity to capture that on camera.

She really worked that angle.

She really worked that angle.

So then my sister and I got to pose with the model!

So then my sister and I got to pose with the model!

We're hoping to get her autograph before she gets another modeling gig.

We’re hoping to get her autograph before she gets another modeling gig.

If that didn’t thrill you, here’s a picture of a laughing goat.

"Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

“Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” says the goat.

Yup. He’s laughing at you. Not just at me, but also at you.

But don’t take it too personally. He laughs at everybody.

Thus ends the chronicle of the terrifically terrible blog post. Goodnight world. May you dream Celtic puppies and laughing goats.