New Things: Chuck E. Cheese, Mellow Mushroom Trivia Night, Peanut Butter M&Ms addiction, Visited the SPCA
Most people jump to conclusions. A slice of time and context can be the gateway for the imagination to run away. Possibilities and stories are created in the mind to the point that it is blurred with reality. Presuppositions are concrete and facts are irrelevant. People don't jump, they plunge into the extremes: the worst possible scenario or the hope for a lovestruck stocker.
I'm logical. I like to think fully through a situation. I view things in all perspectives before forming my opinions and conclusions. I won't let my eyes deceive me. I ask questions and assume the best in people. I won't share my opinions as fact. I assume the worst in myself before I do in others. Innocent until proven guilty. (mom always thought I'd be a good lawyer).
A week ago I helped teach a devotional for work. I started out giving a list of words and asked the group to raise their hands if they thought the word was positive or negative. The list: wicked, sick, feminine, easy, work, lost, hysterical, and baby. Each of these words on their own at first glance can be good or bad. The idea was being positive is a whole person job. Our words, actions, relationships, purpose, intentions, etc... are part of the context that creates this positive influence in children's lives.
The same is true in our lives. A cute guy smiles at me may be the same smile he gives grandma. A dirty look from a girl may be a confused look after one of my thought provoking remarks. A child that has a sinful attitude is still a sinful attitude but it may be influenced by an unloving home or a bully at school. A friend that talks lounder than everyone else may not be deaf as much as they need compassion or attention. A friend that keeps things to themselves is not a slam to a friendship as much as it is a defense mechanism. A car that cuts you off in traffic may not be impatient but their wife could be in labor or running away from the cops.
This way of thinking is not permission to wallow in the various possibilities. It is not ok to think the best in yourself so that the scenario seems to go your way. It is simply my way of not worrying about everything until I know what's real, and then accepting it. God tells us not to worry because knows us, our desires, our needs. He takes care of the flowers and birds. Why on earth would we believe he would neglect his children? He also says that he will not allow us to go through any temptation without providiing a way out. When we worry it is because we do not trust these two promises from God.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Back to the Future
New things: Circus!!
I have a k-5 boy at work that has self-appointed himself as my "helper". Really that means he walks with me to the office so he gets a special toy to play with when he is fed up with his group's activity. He is a challenge most of the time, but lets be honest, that's why I love him. Or it is because he brought me roses for Valentines Day. He got mad at me the other day for not letting him go to another group's activity so he threw a block, tensed his body and in a truly angry voice said to me "I'm mad at you! Wanna play Uno?" With an invitation like that, who could resist.
Today, however, was one of those days that reminded me of my entire life's purpose. I totally can see God's work in my life to bring me to this point! My education, jobs, desires, gifts from God, burdens, and joy all point me to my desire to love and serve those that can't speak up for themselves. The child that cannot count on their parents for a future. For the girl that does not believe they are valuable. For the boy that refuses to choose the narrow path. For the parents that have found themselves in jail, drugs or bankruptcy.
Today: My dear friend was having a moment. Frustrated getting out in a game and shoved a girl that was quite concerned with his integrity of playing the game fairly. When he came to me you could see him at boiling point. Outside in front of the school he began to run away from me because he refused to come sit down. DANGER! I'm not trying to run after a 5 year old, he's fast! Thankfully, he had set limitations in his mind how far he could run. He stopped at the edge of the grass before it hits the sidewalk next to the street. He allowed me to catch him. I picked him up and got him in the cafeteria and held him in my lap hugging him so that he could not break free, bolting towards the doors. We sat there with him begging me to let go, crying, sweating, and frustrated. Suddenly a purple car arrives in front of the school. A momentary pause paralyzed him and he realizes it is not mom but the car has come for him. It was the aunt. I'm standing with him in my arms, previously struggling to get as far from me as possible, now clinging as tight as he can. Still crying but begging me not to let go. Laying his head on my shourlder with tears streaming down his face. It broke my heart. It scares me. I'm limited and helpless. I can't save him. I have to hand him over. All I can do is hold him close, rub his back and say "I know buddy. I love you".
It broke my heart. All I want is to be able to love them. I want to help. Give hope (in Christ). I want more than to comfort. I want to make a difference. I want to give them their potential.
I have a k-5 boy at work that has self-appointed himself as my "helper". Really that means he walks with me to the office so he gets a special toy to play with when he is fed up with his group's activity. He is a challenge most of the time, but lets be honest, that's why I love him. Or it is because he brought me roses for Valentines Day. He got mad at me the other day for not letting him go to another group's activity so he threw a block, tensed his body and in a truly angry voice said to me "I'm mad at you! Wanna play Uno?" With an invitation like that, who could resist.
Today, however, was one of those days that reminded me of my entire life's purpose. I totally can see God's work in my life to bring me to this point! My education, jobs, desires, gifts from God, burdens, and joy all point me to my desire to love and serve those that can't speak up for themselves. The child that cannot count on their parents for a future. For the girl that does not believe they are valuable. For the boy that refuses to choose the narrow path. For the parents that have found themselves in jail, drugs or bankruptcy.
Today: My dear friend was having a moment. Frustrated getting out in a game and shoved a girl that was quite concerned with his integrity of playing the game fairly. When he came to me you could see him at boiling point. Outside in front of the school he began to run away from me because he refused to come sit down. DANGER! I'm not trying to run after a 5 year old, he's fast! Thankfully, he had set limitations in his mind how far he could run. He stopped at the edge of the grass before it hits the sidewalk next to the street. He allowed me to catch him. I picked him up and got him in the cafeteria and held him in my lap hugging him so that he could not break free, bolting towards the doors. We sat there with him begging me to let go, crying, sweating, and frustrated. Suddenly a purple car arrives in front of the school. A momentary pause paralyzed him and he realizes it is not mom but the car has come for him. It was the aunt. I'm standing with him in my arms, previously struggling to get as far from me as possible, now clinging as tight as he can. Still crying but begging me not to let go. Laying his head on my shourlder with tears streaming down his face. It broke my heart. It scares me. I'm limited and helpless. I can't save him. I have to hand him over. All I can do is hold him close, rub his back and say "I know buddy. I love you".
It broke my heart. All I want is to be able to love them. I want to help. Give hope (in Christ). I want more than to comfort. I want to make a difference. I want to give them their potential.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Diagnosis for Crazy
New Things: Read "Life Together" by Bonhoeffer, cooked enchiladas, ate at Over the Falls Deli new location, Watched Taking the Pelham 123
I can only explain my ridiculous behavior with the possibility that I might actually be crazy. Please don't judge me and love me despite myself. My apologies for how my crazy might effect you.
(These are in no particular order. All are equally crazy.)
1. I can't start a new book (or reading assignment) until I have finished the current one. The same goes with a tv show and chores.
2. I think it is better to sleep on the floor than my queen size sleigh bed with a new mattress.
3. The one thing that makes me feel better is actually the thing that makes me feel worse- COOKIE DOUGH or Running
4. My medicine is a dance party
5. I do not enjoy technology
6. Giving me a compliment is one of the worst things you can do to me.
7. A person of few words is most impressive to me.
8. Avocado, coffee, and bread are the staples in my diet.
9. I hate boardgames and game night because I am unhealthily competitive
10. I daydream about "what if" tragedy scenarios in my life
11. I order from menus based on how fun it is to say "Medium Mighty Meaty Mellow Mushroom" or "Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity"
12. I like movies that make the criminal seem intelligent.
13. I eat my food one ingredient at a time. (i.e. pizza: I eat the toppings, cheese, sauce, then bread)
14. A routine or predictability unnerves me.
15. I cannot concentrate without noise
16. The sound of a clock ticking or a turning signal drives me crazy.
17. I am a stickler on words being used appropriately. The words "love", "hate", "always", and "never" are too strong of words to throw around so lightly.
18. I waste time thinking about the most odd things, like why are there white crayons? why does a cloud represent a dream in cartoons? Is the color blue the same for everyone or do we just know to call that color blue? Why are Kenyans faster than everyone else? How does pushing a button on a box freeze time in a picture? What happened to Fraggle Rock?
19. I love trying to figure out the logic of a 5 year old or working with the most challenging child. The sad thing is I'm usually tracking their flow.
20. I have a shoulder dance that I do to my own beat that is now a universal sign for "oh yeah, this is happening to me right now"
21. I have a ridiculous knack for attracting the most unique situations like being paid to stop singing karaoke, share the gospel with a Druid, having a 50 year old woo me after meeting at Starbucks, laying tile at a bona fied hoarder's house, having my very own stalker, crazy guy that tried to live in my basement in college, being robbed by my next door neighbor, climbing a roof for a kid's shoe at work (these will be stories you get to view on the blog at some point).
22. I thrive off of foolish challenges. (ride a tricycle, have a dance off with a stranger, cupcake eating contest, take bets)
23. I'm terrified of public speaking but don't think twice about speaking my mind.
24. I have an unruly fear of horses, feet, falling asleep to silence, holding babies, and the Maasai Market in Kenya.
25. I drink hot coffee in the summer more than I drink water.
I can only explain my ridiculous behavior with the possibility that I might actually be crazy. Please don't judge me and love me despite myself. My apologies for how my crazy might effect you.
(These are in no particular order. All are equally crazy.)
1. I can't start a new book (or reading assignment) until I have finished the current one. The same goes with a tv show and chores.
2. I think it is better to sleep on the floor than my queen size sleigh bed with a new mattress.
3. The one thing that makes me feel better is actually the thing that makes me feel worse- COOKIE DOUGH or Running
4. My medicine is a dance party
5. I do not enjoy technology
6. Giving me a compliment is one of the worst things you can do to me.
7. A person of few words is most impressive to me.
8. Avocado, coffee, and bread are the staples in my diet.
9. I hate boardgames and game night because I am unhealthily competitive
10. I daydream about "what if" tragedy scenarios in my life
11. I order from menus based on how fun it is to say "Medium Mighty Meaty Mellow Mushroom" or "Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity"
12. I like movies that make the criminal seem intelligent.
13. I eat my food one ingredient at a time. (i.e. pizza: I eat the toppings, cheese, sauce, then bread)
14. A routine or predictability unnerves me.
15. I cannot concentrate without noise
16. The sound of a clock ticking or a turning signal drives me crazy.
17. I am a stickler on words being used appropriately. The words "love", "hate", "always", and "never" are too strong of words to throw around so lightly.
18. I waste time thinking about the most odd things, like why are there white crayons? why does a cloud represent a dream in cartoons? Is the color blue the same for everyone or do we just know to call that color blue? Why are Kenyans faster than everyone else? How does pushing a button on a box freeze time in a picture? What happened to Fraggle Rock?
19. I love trying to figure out the logic of a 5 year old or working with the most challenging child. The sad thing is I'm usually tracking their flow.
20. I have a shoulder dance that I do to my own beat that is now a universal sign for "oh yeah, this is happening to me right now"
21. I have a ridiculous knack for attracting the most unique situations like being paid to stop singing karaoke, share the gospel with a Druid, having a 50 year old woo me after meeting at Starbucks, laying tile at a bona fied hoarder's house, having my very own stalker, crazy guy that tried to live in my basement in college, being robbed by my next door neighbor, climbing a roof for a kid's shoe at work (these will be stories you get to view on the blog at some point).
22. I thrive off of foolish challenges. (ride a tricycle, have a dance off with a stranger, cupcake eating contest, take bets)
23. I'm terrified of public speaking but don't think twice about speaking my mind.
24. I have an unruly fear of horses, feet, falling asleep to silence, holding babies, and the Maasai Market in Kenya.
25. I drink hot coffee in the summer more than I drink water.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Who Am I?
New Things: Fed a horse (a miniature horse), Finished The Scarlet Letter
The woman that says "I'll pencil you in" is dressed in a grey pencil skirt that fits just below the knees with a white button down blouse tucked in and a matching grey blazor to fit on top. Maybe ruby red pumps with a matching thin belt clasped at the high waste of the skirt. Her hair is definitely blonde, pulled back in a bun, no bangs, with a part on the side. Her skin is white as snow, kissed with a hint of blush, and glossed lips with a bold red that lets you know when she speaks, you need to listen. Her eyebrows are perfectly arched or maybe tattooed. Her eyes pierce your soul when she addresses you but her voice is calm and steady. She is confident, organized, and oriented for success. She is not me!!
Then there is a woman that says "See ya later". She has no cares, no calendars, appointments, or responsiblities. She is a free bird. Maybe a squatter. Definitely a mooch. She usually lets her hair air dry to allow the natural curl or wave to take over the tangled locks. Some make up may be used to cover the imperfections, but not enough to all anyone to believe make up is a necessity. She decorates her body with giant gold earrings and bangles, a green or yellow scarf around her head and some kind of bohemian dress that follows the earth tone color palette. She is probably barefoot or at the least flip flops with no nails painted. Experiencing life is more valuable than success. She works for a cause but is not personal. She is not me!
Finally, there is a woman that says "Let's get coffee". She plans but refuses to be bound to the limitations of time. She works hard to make the lives of others better. It may be a laugh, a piece of art, getting coffee, going for a jog, spending time together, giving advice or raw honesty. She is down to earth. She doesn't like to be flashy but loves adventure. She's everything to everyone. She can hang with "pencil you in" or "see ya later" women but perfers to not be an appointment or fleeting thought. She wears dark washed holy jeans with a white v neck t-shirt. A cool scarf and hat adds to her spunk. There is touch of antiuity, locket or classic novel, that gives her an appreciation of ancestory. She is charming and welcoming to all. She is who I want to be.
With all my heart I just want "to get coffee" but lately I've found myself "penciling in you". My life has been reduced to 50 min appointments as I try to fit in the counseling appointments, mentoring, work, work meetings, church, leadership meetings, small group meetings, teaching, studying, babysitting, service, parties, friends, and school starts next week. With all this going on, I curl up in a ball and choose to become "see ya later" girl. Give up on all the people that are trying to see me. I need Lindsay time, my book, coffee, painting earbuds and nothing else. No wonder women are so complex! The more simple I want to be, life finds a way to pull me in three directions. Good luck guys, you'll never figure me out!
The woman that says "I'll pencil you in" is dressed in a grey pencil skirt that fits just below the knees with a white button down blouse tucked in and a matching grey blazor to fit on top. Maybe ruby red pumps with a matching thin belt clasped at the high waste of the skirt. Her hair is definitely blonde, pulled back in a bun, no bangs, with a part on the side. Her skin is white as snow, kissed with a hint of blush, and glossed lips with a bold red that lets you know when she speaks, you need to listen. Her eyebrows are perfectly arched or maybe tattooed. Her eyes pierce your soul when she addresses you but her voice is calm and steady. She is confident, organized, and oriented for success. She is not me!!
Then there is a woman that says "See ya later". She has no cares, no calendars, appointments, or responsiblities. She is a free bird. Maybe a squatter. Definitely a mooch. She usually lets her hair air dry to allow the natural curl or wave to take over the tangled locks. Some make up may be used to cover the imperfections, but not enough to all anyone to believe make up is a necessity. She decorates her body with giant gold earrings and bangles, a green or yellow scarf around her head and some kind of bohemian dress that follows the earth tone color palette. She is probably barefoot or at the least flip flops with no nails painted. Experiencing life is more valuable than success. She works for a cause but is not personal. She is not me!
Finally, there is a woman that says "Let's get coffee". She plans but refuses to be bound to the limitations of time. She works hard to make the lives of others better. It may be a laugh, a piece of art, getting coffee, going for a jog, spending time together, giving advice or raw honesty. She is down to earth. She doesn't like to be flashy but loves adventure. She's everything to everyone. She can hang with "pencil you in" or "see ya later" women but perfers to not be an appointment or fleeting thought. She wears dark washed holy jeans with a white v neck t-shirt. A cool scarf and hat adds to her spunk. There is touch of antiuity, locket or classic novel, that gives her an appreciation of ancestory. She is charming and welcoming to all. She is who I want to be.
With all my heart I just want "to get coffee" but lately I've found myself "penciling in you". My life has been reduced to 50 min appointments as I try to fit in the counseling appointments, mentoring, work, work meetings, church, leadership meetings, small group meetings, teaching, studying, babysitting, service, parties, friends, and school starts next week. With all this going on, I curl up in a ball and choose to become "see ya later" girl. Give up on all the people that are trying to see me. I need Lindsay time, my book, coffee, painting earbuds and nothing else. No wonder women are so complex! The more simple I want to be, life finds a way to pull me in three directions. Good luck guys, you'll never figure me out!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Kids Say the Darndest Things
New Things: Making woopie pies, taking medicine
I don't remember at what point I stopped thinking like a child. There must be a moment when the raw truth became more embarrassing than natural. When I realized that truth brings out insecurities or somehow robbed me of getting what I wanted. It somehow is socially unacceptable to be completely honest while at the same time it is un-Christian to be anything less.
The women in my family yield the truth to no one, but it is the young girls in my family that have taught me the freedom in truth.
My niece Zooey, is so precious. I'm not a mother but she makes me want to be one. She is about 1 1/2 years old so truth is mere reality as far as she can understand it at this point. She has learned well the importance of prayer and the courtesy of "thank you" although sometimes both are used at the wrong time (I guess prayer can never be a wrong time, but blessing before dinner turns into intermittent prayers throughout dinner). Her newest trick is "poopy time". She is learning to use the potty and gets super excited that she has learned to identify "poopy time" as the actual time. Once the event has come to fruition she yells there is great appaulse and celebration for this truth that otherwise seem crude. Yet we boast in her honesty and accomplishments. I'm so proud of my Zooey! (No sarcasm, for real, she's awesome!!)
My youngest counsin is the poster child for romance taboo. Brea is probably one of the most honest, out going, energetic ball of fun you'll ever meet. I admire her for her ability to be vulnerable and persistent. She is a real go getter. I believe with all my heart, the world will not be able to smite Brea from being great. She is fearless. However, she has broken every rule there is in the romance area. Brea, at the ripe age of 7, has now been in love with the same boy for 2 years. In adult world, this is normal or accepted but mostly because we girls will hold these emotions in our vaults of secrecy and die before we ever let the boy know he is the peanut butter to my jelly. But not Brea! Day 1 she walks up to (said boy) and announces her love for him. The first time I heard about (said boy), Brea tells me "I love him but he doesn't love me. I just need to wear him down." That girl has real gumption. She doesn't allow for the chase or maybe she understands there is no chase. She is always available and leaves no mystery. She doesn't mind wearing the pants in the relationship. I'm sure by now he has seen their wedding plans in her drawing notebook. If he has escaped their future children's names discussion he is doing well. In the end, Brea loves him and that alone makes her happy.
As far as I can tell there is no shame in celebrating in your victories or showing how much you love someone.
I don't remember at what point I stopped thinking like a child. There must be a moment when the raw truth became more embarrassing than natural. When I realized that truth brings out insecurities or somehow robbed me of getting what I wanted. It somehow is socially unacceptable to be completely honest while at the same time it is un-Christian to be anything less.
The women in my family yield the truth to no one, but it is the young girls in my family that have taught me the freedom in truth.
My niece Zooey, is so precious. I'm not a mother but she makes me want to be one. She is about 1 1/2 years old so truth is mere reality as far as she can understand it at this point. She has learned well the importance of prayer and the courtesy of "thank you" although sometimes both are used at the wrong time (I guess prayer can never be a wrong time, but blessing before dinner turns into intermittent prayers throughout dinner). Her newest trick is "poopy time". She is learning to use the potty and gets super excited that she has learned to identify "poopy time" as the actual time. Once the event has come to fruition she yells there is great appaulse and celebration for this truth that otherwise seem crude. Yet we boast in her honesty and accomplishments. I'm so proud of my Zooey! (No sarcasm, for real, she's awesome!!)
My youngest counsin is the poster child for romance taboo. Brea is probably one of the most honest, out going, energetic ball of fun you'll ever meet. I admire her for her ability to be vulnerable and persistent. She is a real go getter. I believe with all my heart, the world will not be able to smite Brea from being great. She is fearless. However, she has broken every rule there is in the romance area. Brea, at the ripe age of 7, has now been in love with the same boy for 2 years. In adult world, this is normal or accepted but mostly because we girls will hold these emotions in our vaults of secrecy and die before we ever let the boy know he is the peanut butter to my jelly. But not Brea! Day 1 she walks up to (said boy) and announces her love for him. The first time I heard about (said boy), Brea tells me "I love him but he doesn't love me. I just need to wear him down." That girl has real gumption. She doesn't allow for the chase or maybe she understands there is no chase. She is always available and leaves no mystery. She doesn't mind wearing the pants in the relationship. I'm sure by now he has seen their wedding plans in her drawing notebook. If he has escaped their future children's names discussion he is doing well. In the end, Brea loves him and that alone makes her happy.
As far as I can tell there is no shame in celebrating in your victories or showing how much you love someone.
Monday, January 16, 2012
At the Least, I'm Great
New Things: Went to Pullen Park and rode a carousel, ran 4 miles first time this year
I received an email from my daddy yesterday. It was one of those moments that you know you'll remember so you can tell your children one day about "the time your granddaddy taught me how to be great".
The letter is actually quoting my great grandfather's letter to my grandfather on his high school graduation. My great grandfather Earl Core was a man of greatness even in the worldly sense. He has worked with presidents, he was a botanist and professor at WVU, and discovered plants in Columbia to make Quinine to treat malaria for soldiers at war. But his impressive resume was not in the stories I heard growing up. I knew of a man that invited foreign exchange students to his home for the holidays, he married his true love that had no more than a 6th grade education, he loved God and his family. This man taught my paw paw Merle to be great, my dad to be great, and now my brother is great. I am so fortunate to be part of a family that understands God's definiton of greatness, "And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as they had need." Acts 2:45.
Here is an exerpt of the brilliant words of Earl Core, great grandfather, and sentiments of Mike Core, daddy, that led to my increased desire to be great!
"The truly great person is the one who carries more than his share of the burden. Many people because of mental or physical handicaps are dependent on society for a livelihood. The great bulk of the population makes its own way and no more, giving nothing. The few who are truly great are those who carry their own loads, and in addition, contribute to the general welfare of society. Columbus, Shakespeare, Edison, Bell, Washington, Beethoven, Rembrandt, Pasteur, Confucius, Livingston are men who left the world a little richer than they found it. I expect my children to be truly great."
I received an email from my daddy yesterday. It was one of those moments that you know you'll remember so you can tell your children one day about "the time your granddaddy taught me how to be great".
The letter is actually quoting my great grandfather's letter to my grandfather on his high school graduation. My great grandfather Earl Core was a man of greatness even in the worldly sense. He has worked with presidents, he was a botanist and professor at WVU, and discovered plants in Columbia to make Quinine to treat malaria for soldiers at war. But his impressive resume was not in the stories I heard growing up. I knew of a man that invited foreign exchange students to his home for the holidays, he married his true love that had no more than a 6th grade education, he loved God and his family. This man taught my paw paw Merle to be great, my dad to be great, and now my brother is great. I am so fortunate to be part of a family that understands God's definiton of greatness, "And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as they had need." Acts 2:45.
Here is an exerpt of the brilliant words of Earl Core, great grandfather, and sentiments of Mike Core, daddy, that led to my increased desire to be great!
"The truly great person is the one who carries more than his share of the burden. Many people because of mental or physical handicaps are dependent on society for a livelihood. The great bulk of the population makes its own way and no more, giving nothing. The few who are truly great are those who carry their own loads, and in addition, contribute to the general welfare of society. Columbus, Shakespeare, Edison, Bell, Washington, Beethoven, Rembrandt, Pasteur, Confucius, Livingston are men who left the world a little richer than they found it. I expect my children to be truly great."
Those that live for themselves are living with little purpose. They either hoard it all, live in fear, without hope, scraping to succeed or find the one thing they can't live without all to find in the end it wasn't worth the journey. But the brave few that ache inside for the burdens of others, they spend their lives trying to love others with no return accept for finding true love. Nothing is lost and much is gained in finding this love. They understand possessions, status, and luxuries are only lended to us in order to save the lives of those that lost it. It is God that is great! And those that know and love him are truly great.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Victory in Vulnerability
New Things: Bowled a 165, new show "Whitney" is the story of my life
Today I met with a girl to work on some things she desires to improve in her life. She is a very intelligent student, has a big heart, loves horses, the most productive person I've met, and completely vulnerable to the possibilities of improvement. As I listened to her today I realized that I am completely settled in myself even though I am not necessarily confident. Although there are things I would like to change, I'm lazily satisfied with my current condition. It occurred to me that although we don't have a lot in common, our biggest difference is her ability to be vulnerable. So here is my first step... TOP 10 THINGS I NEED TO SHARE TO CONSIDER MYSELF VULNERABLE
10. Reading the Bible is one of my biggest struggles in my walk with God
9. I am completely self conscience of my complexion.
8. I look at the scale at least 3 times a day. The number 140 is unacceptable!
7. I have no money! I literally am living by faith in God to provide enough for me each month.
6. My knees are chubby.
5. I hate my voice; it sounds like countrified boy voice.
4. I have not dated anyone in the last 4 years. I worry about being alone in life.
3. I don't think I'm smart enough. I think I have wit and logic but neither brings success.
2. I am terrible at observing ways to act out love or minister to others unless it is suggested specifically to me.
1. My flirting is embarrassing and no guy is capable of knowing that I am interested.
Hopefully some of you can relate!!
Today I met with a girl to work on some things she desires to improve in her life. She is a very intelligent student, has a big heart, loves horses, the most productive person I've met, and completely vulnerable to the possibilities of improvement. As I listened to her today I realized that I am completely settled in myself even though I am not necessarily confident. Although there are things I would like to change, I'm lazily satisfied with my current condition. It occurred to me that although we don't have a lot in common, our biggest difference is her ability to be vulnerable. So here is my first step... TOP 10 THINGS I NEED TO SHARE TO CONSIDER MYSELF VULNERABLE
10. Reading the Bible is one of my biggest struggles in my walk with God
9. I am completely self conscience of my complexion.
8. I look at the scale at least 3 times a day. The number 140 is unacceptable!
7. I have no money! I literally am living by faith in God to provide enough for me each month.
6. My knees are chubby.
5. I hate my voice; it sounds like countrified boy voice.
4. I have not dated anyone in the last 4 years. I worry about being alone in life.
3. I don't think I'm smart enough. I think I have wit and logic but neither brings success.
2. I am terrible at observing ways to act out love or minister to others unless it is suggested specifically to me.
1. My flirting is embarrassing and no guy is capable of knowing that I am interested.
Hopefully some of you can relate!!
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