Why I Love the Bible. 

This morning I was in the sound booth, as usual, singing along to one of my favorite songs. The chorus explains how He is our rock, our shield, our strength, etc., and I was thinking about what that means to me in my life right now. It means that as a parent, I can lean on Him. As a daughter, I can Open-Bible-1024x683come to Him. As a wife, I can talk to Him. And then I got to thinking about the Bible because all of these thoughts are biblical of course. And I thought back over some of my favorite Bible stories. I thought about how different pieces of the Bible relate to my life in different ways. That’s what we mean when we say that the Bible is the “living” word of God. And wouldn’t you know it? My Dad touched on this in his sermon too.

I had a professor in my first semester of college at Evangel. When I first started his class, I honestly hated it. I thought he was weird. I thought he was one of those crazy literature professors that reads meaning into every little thing even when it isn’t supposed to be profound. He was ancient and talked about how he loved the way his wife moved through the house and the gentle timbre of her voice and other nonsense. But, as often happens, I realized that I was wrong (weird) and I grew to really appreciate him. He had a way of reading poetry that made it come alive. I once even visited he and his wife (who wasn’t nearly as enchanting as he described, but I digress) at his home and we talked about life. I learned a lot from him.

Probably the best thing I learned from him though was to read the Bible like a piece of well written literature. Read the Psalms with a poetic mind. Consider the authors and their worldview to better understand their point. The whole Bible is so rich and beautiful.

Since that class, my view of the Bible is totally changed. I see it as dynamic and I analyze it as I would any good piece of writing. And what’s so cool is that every analysis brings new truth.


lol medieval art.

I am reminded of a favorite Bible story of mine, about King David, dancing undignified before the Lord (2 Samuel 6:14). He was accused of nakedness and his wife became angry. But he didn’t care. Cool story that reminds us to care only about the Lord’s opinion. But upon deeper study, we can learn that David actually was not naked, but was wearing a thin, traditional undergarment but the robe had been stained pink with the blood of the sacrifice he offered to God. So what the others thought was shame and nakedness was actually evidence of a grateful celebration to the God who had brought them safely through a battle. Even cooler at that deeper level.

The Bible describes itself as he bread of life. Nourishment. But there is an admonishment in the New Testament about living off of the milk instead of digging deeper into the meat that’s there. (Hebrews 5:12) The Bible is at once milk, made for baby Christians and those with little understanding, and a thick, rich, juicy steak, for the mature and seasoned believers. How can it be that a book – written by forty different authors in three different continents over two centuries – how can it be that this book is consistently challenging to us no matter what season of life we are in?

There is no answer except divine intervention. I love that my favorite verses can bring me to tears even today after over a decade of life as a Christian. I love that as my experience in life changes, so does the understand and beauty of the truths within the pages of an ancient book.

There are times that I neglect reading the Bible because life happens. But I love when I pick it back up because I learn so much every time. I pray that you find yourself as enamored with the truth as I do.

That is all.


Type: Pushy.

So I’ve been dealing with several situations lately that all require unique wisdom and discernment. It’s interesting, because I guess I just never thought that my way would be so foreign to others. Like, I realize that everyone has their own way of dealing with things. I just didn’t realize that nobody would recognize that my way is the correct way. For real though.

I’m sure this is some sort of patience building exercise in which God teaches me to stop being so icky to people. Or maybe I’m just icky and this is life. Either way, I’m learning. I think.

I’m thankful for everyone in my life. I’m thankful that God in his infinite wisdom knew who to send my way. I hope that I have as much to offer as my friends do.

I don’t really have a good way to end this, so here.

Do with it what you will.

That is all.

I swear it was a dream.

Yesterday, I lived through one of the most surreal days I’ve ever experienced. I spent a total of eight hours in two emergency rooms and an urgent care center for my suite mate Alex. I went to an awesome worship service and cried out to God. There was good news, great news, bad news and worse news. I have gone through probably every human emotion in the last 36 hours. Including hiccups.

It felt completely unreal. I looked over at her, one of the strongest girls I know, and her pale face was only passed in sadness by her shivering under the insufficient blankets they gave her. I can’t even imagine the pain she was suffering through. The surly nurses disregarded us, the ones who brought her to the ER, at every turn. After all, we’re just dumb girls. What do we know? It ended up being something that will go away but is extremely painful in the meantime. But that didn’t make it any less emotional.

God used all of the events of yesterday to teach us some very important lessons, but I still wonder… Why in God’s name did any of that happen? Alex’s roommate had been fasting all week for her. She didn’t know this was why. We thought it was because of late night worship. We thought God was going to do something big for her. She couldn’t even go because she didn’t feel good enough. And we had to leave early to take her back to the hospital.

Does everything happen for a reason? Even as I type, I’m answering my own question. Of couse it does. But why Alex? Why now? Why did it take us so long to get a simple treatment? She could have been spared so much pain. It doesn’t make any sense.

Honestly, this is a recurring theme in my life. It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense that I’m stuck here for two more years. It doesn’t make sense that I’m still struggling with the same issues that I have been for years. It doesn’t make sense that my promises are still so far in the distance.

I know God is faithful, and I know He is good. I just wish sometimes that I could have one tiny glimpse into eternity so I could understand my right now. I know, I know… I still have a lot to learn and I’m not ready for my promise. But will I ever be? And how can I know if I’m hearing the right promise?

I write exhausted, drained, confused, apprehensive, and weary. I want to sleep. I want to breathe. I know that this is just a season. And most days I don’t feel this way. It’s just been too crazy not to feel everything.

Tomorrow is a brighter day.

That is all.

He knows my name. He knows my every thought.

Let me tell you something: God is amazing. I am constantly baffled by how he knows exactly what I need. He is my favorite part of me.

Lately I’ve been struggling a little with not understanding why some things just aren’t happening for me. I’ve always had this idea that by this point in my life, things would look a certain way. I had created a very specific timeline, and I assumed that my life would go this way without a hitch. If you know anything about my life, you know that this has certainly not happened. I’ve been trying so hard to make a life for myself that I wanted. But I’m learning something.

You can accomplish so much more by surrendering and rejoicing than by begging and pleading.

I have been working so hard to make things happen in my life… I have been praying and asking why things aren’t the way I thought they were going to be. But the more I see God working, the more I realize that I’m glad they aren’t the way I thought they were going to be. God is in control of my life.

I write a lot on this topic, but it’s because it’s something God is really dealing with me about. God is teaching me what it really means to be Christian. It doesn’t necessarily mean that I do nice things and agree with the preacher. Being a Christian means full and total surrender to the Lordship of Jesus Christ. Lord means master, friends. We surrender our right to have rights. I have learned that every time I struggle for my rights, I am struggling against God. Only He knows what I really need and He wants to give me that. But what’s even better: It’s usually what I want, too. God surprises me constantly with new things that are better than what I was asking for. If only I would stop asking for things and start asking for Him. I would have all of those things.

Basically I’m just saying that God provides when we don’t realize. New people in our lives, provision from somewhere we didn’t think about… I’m glad He knows me. I’m glad that He knows to give me things I wouldn’t expect because I might mess them up if I did.

I love my God. And He loves me.