Not Just With Words

Jesus is all I need
He satisfies every longing
Not just with His word and promises
He often shows His nearness
By sending people into my life
Very special people
People who encourage me to be vulnerable
To not stay locked up inside
Pretending perfection
People who text to see how I’m doing
Who wrap arms around to comfort
Who stay and play boardgames
And watch Jane Austen because I like it
People whose picture I print out
Because I never want to forget their smile
This is how He touches the aching in my heart
This is how He kisses me on the forehead
This is how He let’s me see
though a glass dimly, the beauty
Of His perfect friendship
This is how Jesus loves me well.

Thank God for the Summertime…

It was a crazy good summer. From a seventeen day trip covering several states and many people, to a family wedding in California and a brief, last minute jaunt to Texas – you get the picture.

{BTW – I took toooonnnsss of photos at iGovern. If you care to see some in a slideshow format or actual live video, click here.}

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“Oh, oh, thank God for the summertime
Oh, no cares and I’m doing fine
No cares and I’m doing fine
Thank God for the summertime.”

Dear Prince

Dear Royal Baby,
Your Royal Highness,
Prince,
George Alexander Louis

The baby Prince of Cambridge says Hi to the World

Last week you pretty much crashed twitter, caused Niagara Falls to be lit brilliant blue, and headlined every single newspaper and magazine on earth.niagra-falls-417028

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We’ve cared about you since the moment we knew you were forming within your mother’s womb. (And even before that, if we’re honest.)

Some truly want you to be something special. For you to be your own man. To be the great, magnificent king George VII.
Others just want to manipulate you. To steal every bit of who you are and trash your very soul.

Keep in mind that you’ve only been breathing for a week.

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Part of me hurts for you little boy, knowing that you have a tough road ahead of you. There isn’t a moment of your public life that won’t be dissected and photographed and talked about. You won’t have a chance to figure yourself out before this happens, you’re being thrust into the spotlight from the get go.

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You are precious George. And your mommy and daddy are clearly very proud of you.

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I’m so glad you are a boy btw, you make me wonder what it would have been like if Jesus had been known for who he is like you have been. As the future Messiah, He woulda crashed the internet for sure.

What if you’d been born in a barn somewhere, Wills and Kate tucked in with the animals, birthing you in the dirty straw? You, laid in bug infested hay rather than the safety of your guarded hospital wing. What if you worked quietly at a blue collar job for more than three decades before you stepped out and began to let the world who you are?

Sounds pretty ludicrous if you ask me.

Your people want you. They want to watch you grow up. They want to celebrate you. I hovered by my computer in order to absorb every detail of your arrival. And I’m not even British.
And yet, little king-to-be, that is exactly what the King of kings did. He humbled himself and gave up the grand entrance you’re getting. Take note that I am not saying this to criticize yours. In fact, the absolute joyous exuberance of people watching you is beautiful, and because of that, my heart has been pointed even closer to my Savior. The humility of His birth has impacted me in a deeper way as I’ve watched how it could have been. And my soul has worshiped His great name.

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A lot is riding on you little man. I have no skin in the game as you shall never rule over me, but for your sake I hope that you live your life well. That you grow to be a wise man and one day a wise king. But further more, I hope that one day the story of another little boy, born to be king like you, will penetrate its way into your heart and cause you to submit your crown unto His.

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Randomness

Welp, it’s been a while since I posted here. Mostly because I’ve been crazy busy, but also because I hate to just say whatever I’m feeling on the internet without thinking about it first. Must have something to do “Deliberative” I was diagnosed with when I took the Strengths Finder 2.0 test a few years ago. (A test and book I HIGHLY recommend, btw.)

Anywho…I’m sorry for my absence. Though I can’t promise that I will write much between now and at least the middle of May, but perhaps I will try.

Here are some photo updates of what’s been going on in my life:

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A Passover celebration

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A surprise party for my nineteenth birthday. Yep, they totally got me.IMG_8641

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We should be having a slow summer and I will try to write some more articles to post on here. In the mean time, please say a prayer for me as I’m planning to dive in and write a bunch and hopefully finish the novel(la) I’m working on by the end of August.

Until next time,Mamie

Death – It Has No Victory

On Saturday night, an eighteen year-old man in my home school community died in a tragic car accident. Another one of my close friends was severely injured in the same accident and airlifted to another state where she was classified as in critical condition. As I write this, she is still in the ICU.

As the Mat Kearney song goes, “I guess we’re all one phone call from our knees.” This is so true. Death or injuries can snatch people at any moment. I can’t claim to have been particularly close with Larry, but I know his sisters and his mother and near all of his friends. On that fateful night and the days following, I’ve watched the entire community grieve, and wrap their arms around his surviving family members, as we all try to come to grips with the reality that he is gone.

And yet, hope remains.

In every Facebook status, in ever text, and in every verbal word, hope has never left. Fear is being pressed back from taking over. Not once have I seen total despair overwhelm someone. For we know the truth.

For this perishable body must put on the imperishable,
and this mortal body must put on immortality.
When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality,
then shall come to pass the saying that is written:

“Death is swallowed up in victory.”
“O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting?”
– 1 Cor. 15:53-55

We shall one day soon, sooner than it appears at this moment, be with Larry again. Death just a temporary condition. It’s a brief separation, just a blink of the eye. Even if it feels like a very long blink.

For those of us who are in Christ, as Larry was, death has no real victory. Jesus defeated death at death’s own game when He can to our dirty soil and gave His precious life.

But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. For this we declare to you by a word from the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. – 1 Thess. 4:12-17

Though my heart is full of sadness over the life that was ripped away far to soon, and full of anxious prayer for my friend Ash as she recovers in the hospital, I also rejoice that Larry is present with the Lord. “For to me is Christ but to die is gain.” – Phil. 1:21 And I rejoice that the life of sweet Ashley has been spared.

Though we grieve, it is not without hope. For the lives of Christians have been redeemed. Our flesh is mortal, but our souls, the part that really counts, are forever alive.

Music Wednesday – Hide Your love Away

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Let me begin with an apology for my absence in the Blog world this week. My dear faithful Jarvis (aka my computer) is a bit sick at the moment. He should be up an running again by this weekend though, and I have a couple good posts I’ve been working on either in drafts or in my head. Stay tuned. :) (This post was blogged from my iPhone.)

Anthem Lights tells a powerful message in this song and the story behind it. (Please watch both, not just the song!) I got chills when I listened to them proclaim what I have believed for my entire life, that saving your sexual purity for marriage is a beautiful thing.