home, sweet home

You know how when you are about to go on a vacation and you’re packing.. you get filled with this excitement, thinking about getting away, and relaxing? I love that feeling.

We got back home late last night, and we unloaded some things out of the car, washed up, and got into our really warm (we have an electric heating blanket), plush, comfortable bed. And you know that feeling when, after being away from home for sometime, you climb onto bed and you close your eyes and exhale a long “Ahhhh”? I love that feeling!

Sunrise, Seashells, and the Soul

I’ve never experienced a Thanksgiving morning quite like this before. This year, we’re spending Thanksgiving in St. George Island. I woke up around 6:40a.m. this morning and walked to the beach to watch the sunrise, just by myself. I spent a quick moment reading the Word, which led me to Psalm 47. Then I took some pictures of the sunrise. I walked on.

I decided to pick up some seashells to remember this walk. As I was sorting through them, I noticed that I was only picking up the unique seashells, those that stood out by their unique shape, color or size. There were many pretty shells but I didn’t pick them because I won’t remember the ones that were like all the others. There’s a reason to be confident in our uniqueness, because I believe God delights in our uniqueness. Stand out in your uniqueness, so that you can be recognized for your uniqueness and be used in the way for which God created you. Find out how you are unique.

After picking up some seashells, I started looking at the ground, looking for what other cool seashells I can find. I kept on walking, looking and searching, and I stopped looking up, failing to notice the beauty around me, and missing the big picture. We get like that, getting distracted by the small things, so focused on our next project, job, the next thing to do, the next thing to achieve. And we forget that God has the whole thing made, not just the seashells but the ocean and the sky and causes the sun to rise and the waves to roll. How much more, then, will He take care of us, too? So, look up and enjoy the works of His hands.

There was this one particular shell I picked up. It was the smallest one I had ever seen. Unbroken, smooth, and incredibly precise. It was truly beautiful, so perfect. God took the time and designed that seashell and a multitude of seashells that are so minuscule that you wonder why they were created. What use are they or for what function were they created? But I saw that they were created for God’s glory. God chose to create them, and even that tiny, fragile seashell revealed the glory of God. On my walk back to our place, I lost that seashell, the smallest one I collected, and I got sad. I retraced my steps to the entrance to see if I had dropped it nearby. Even though it was the smallest, I cared just as much as the other seashells I had in my hand. I believe God is the same way. Even though we are small, we are not less worthy in His sight, and He cares for us in an inexplicable way.

The God that created the sun and made it to rise, created me and calls me His beloved. “You were fearfully and wonderfully made.” I know we hear this all the time, but I thanked God this day for sending me this reminder through that small and seemingly insignificant seashell.

Faith-based politics

I read an article on MSN titled ‘Faith-Based Politics: the Obama Way’. I was intrigued because the article talked about how Obama is a Christian and how he is the first prominent leader that is not a religious figure. But the article also mentioned that he may bring on a new evangelical “flair” to the administration. So, I read on.

But this is where the article got me. In one paragraph, it stated, “Where Bush has been a Christian imperialist, Obama will be a Christian pluralist. While his own conversion roots him firmly in the Christian faith, his intellectual skills and international experience allow him to understand that there are many paths to the truth.”

That did not sit well with me. Of course, Obama didn’t write this article, and so he may disagree with what was written, but if that is true, if he believes that there are many paths to the truth.. then God help us. If he believes that, he’s traveling in the wrong direction, and that will be especially dangerous because he will be the one leading this country. The writer of the article, who is an assistant professor of philospohy of religion spoke of this “non-hierarchical conception of faith”. But that doesn’t make any sense. Faith is the belief or confidence in something higher than us. So what would be the point of faith, if the object of our faith was not higher than us and didn’t have any more power than we do?

What do you think?

article link: http://www.theroot.com/id/48879?GT1=38002″

mommy blogger

Someone told me today that once you have children, you always want to be with them, even if you are the working type. So, I wondered if I would want to stay home with my child and not work, and if that was the case, I wondered what I’d be doing when I have kids. I found myself imagining that I would be a mommy blogger. Not a mommy who writes solely about their kids, but a mommy who blogs about the ups and downs and the simply funny or wonderful or ridiculous things about life and God. I envisioned myself spending the day with my kids and I would magically have some peace and quiet to think and jot my thoughts or post something hilarious. I know that sounds totally silly, but, it’s my daydream, and I can dream if I want to.

What are those small details that you imagine your future to be like?