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.

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

Ben Rector in concertIMG_8681

An Air Force event with my handsome Lt. Colonel of a fatherIMG_8709

Tibbee camp-out with my peepsIMG_8810Technically, we weren’t spelunking, just squeezing through a little pass on a hike in the Sipsey, but the photo-op was awesome and the weekend camping trip even more so.

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.

Why I’ve Been AWOL

 

The reason I didn’t post AT ALL around here last week was that I was at a government camp called “TeenPact.”

Basically, if you’re in the age range of 13-18 (I barely made it.) And you’re a Christian. I HIGHLY recommend it. Even if you’re not planning to ever run for a political office (I know I’m not) it is extremely helpful and promotes amazing Godliness and character.

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More frisbee fun

Ultimate Frisbee!

Christa and me

With the lovely Christa

Lindsay and me

Lindsay and me

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Ultimate Frisbee!

More Frisbee fun

Mississippi's Governer, Phil Bryant

Mississippi’s Governor, Phil Bryant

Piano talent

Piano talent

Most of my "committee"

Most of my “committee”

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Our wonderful leaders

Our fantastic leaders.

 

More info can be found here: http://teenpact.com/

*Not all of these photos were taken by me.

Distillation

DISTILLATION
~A poem by Andrew Peterson

It’s hard to choose,
Among all that is
And all that is not,
One small thing
To make much of:
One cell,
One star,
One wind,
One wound,
One old broken truck,
One undeniable infatuation
With one untouchable soul;
To pen a span of words
With myriad meanings,
Arranged just so, in order
That they might mean
That one single thing
Which can mean
A million things–
Depending on
The reader,
And the hour
He or she reads it,
And the angle of light,
And the heart’s condition,
And the temperature of the air,
And the presence

(Or absence)

Of demons
Or angels,
Personal
Or impersonal,
And the song that played
In the bakery and mingled
Perfectly with the aroma and
Aerated the anger, just enough
That the poem might seed the soul
With a fleeting, sacred silence–
Just enough to plant the secret
God is telling–the one thing
We’re all dying to discover–
Even if we have to find it
In a poem.

“Hold Me” Cover

Yes, I know that it’s not Music Wednesday, but I want to share this cover of “Hold Me” by Jaimie Grace that two of my sisters joined Amy-Joy Jost in singing. They’d just been messing around jamming with the guitar, and decided to record a quick live version before we left Canada.

Amy-Joy’s YouTube channel can be found here. Check her out!