Showing posts from February, 2016

Apples of Gold Blogging Tag

I seem to have done a lot of tags and not a lot of much else in the past 6 months or so. But what can I say? Jessica's questions were so interesting, and I was curious to find out what my answers would be.  Which sense, (smell, touch, taste, etc.) do you value the most? I must say, I'm rather fond of all of my senses. But I think that sight and hearing would be the two hardest senses for me to live without. Does that answer the question? I thought not. Carry on.

What are three things you've learned recently? 1. God apparently still cares about keeping me decently clothed (I've stumbled across pretty sweet clothing sales in one store after another). 2. My knowledge of grammatical terminology is beyond pathetic (so yes, I technically already knew that, but I was recently brought home to me in a new and fresh way). 3. There were a whole slew of bodies dug up at Stonehenge, altering some of the previously-held theories about the original usage of the site (how had this avid…

The Uncomfortable Truth

Safe? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good.
-The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis

It's a good thing that Jesus doesn't need salespeople, because I would be really, really bad at getting anyone to buy into Him.
When people ask me how my life's been, my answer is always a variation on a single theme: Because of Jesus, my life's been rough and hard and frequently uncomfortable. But (insert big smile here) I'm learning sooo much from it!
Letting go of all the familiar things that have given me a sense of safety is terrifying. Putting all my selfish, fleshly, ungodly habits and desires in the grave where they belong is a lot of work. Dying to myself - my false self, that can have no place in the kingdom of God - is hard. It involves discomfort on every level. It is pain, sacrifice, and surrender. I am crucified with Christ day by day; cutting off every part of my sinful nature and subjecting my fleshly desires in obed…