Embracing the Sensate Pathway.
The cross was rough.
By that, I mean literally rough. – I can’t imagine that they went to great pains to smooth out a cross intended to torture criminals.
So maybe Jesus got splinters from it.
Even down to the grain of the wood – nothing about Jesus’ crucifixion was ‘ideal’ (– I’ve been contemplating ideals lately).
This whole deal isn’t ideal! God gave us the ultimate “should have been” with Him in the Garden and we chose differently – threw it back at Him.
Then there’s the everyday: billions of people hundreds of times a day depart from the “supposed to be” and He knows how differently things could be and yet He has to just absorb it all, wait patiently and try to impart to us another way we should take.
That sounds hellish to me – like a constant ripping of ideals from your soul by the ones you’d love to share it with.
I don’t know why God made me a Sensate and I do want to throw it back at Him, but I’m sitting here rubbing this coarse cross from Israel (as suggested in this book) that was gifted to me years ago and thinking about the ways He can relate to my everyday heartbreaks and disappointments.
Read More»Jesus like That.
During our road trip to Ohio, I watched the Chronicles of Narnia. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it – (maybe since it first came out?) and I was interested to see if I had any different take aways this time. I did. My favorite part was when Aslan roared for the 1st time. I had to pause the film so I could cry.
I want a Jesus like that.
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Our parents are a big deal. They shape our ideas and views of God more by who they are than what’s said by them. Their interactions with us create synapses in our brain that make it easy, or more difficult, for us to believe that God really is who He says He is.
I’m a Mom!
- At July 05, 2014
- By Morgan Reid
- In Motherhood
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This realization hit me again this morning and it felt amazing and rewarding.
Seriously, I love being so bonded to this human being. It makes my heart race with purpose and fear at the same time. This little person means so much to me. And lately as I witness her crawl toward something she wants, I almost wish for time to slow down a bit as I can’t deny her independence is growing. . .
But those moments she makes a B-line for me – Does it get any better than that?!
Autumn’s lovey, “Burt” or “Bszzzz.” We’ll see which one she likes better : )
I get to be a mom!
Mixed Feelings
- At May 05, 2014
- By admin
- In Changes
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[Originally written 4.15.14]
This past week has been pretty bitter-sweet for me. & I knew it would be: all the in-person connecting with loved ones at our Going Away party, sunny weather, playing at the park, and enjoying this stay at my mom’s place has really filled me and caused me to question a couple times if moving so far away from my home is really the right thing to do. – “Will I end up regretting it?” I’ve wondered a few times, including last night before I fell asleep.
{A lemon cake my friend Liz made; so creative.}
& then I woke up. . . Literally.
It snowed.
It was freezing.
and that cute-n’-fluffy white stuff was covering EVERYTHING.
Okay. I’m good now.
It’s not like snow is the worst thing in the world. Or reason alone to leave anywhere. Actually, a lot of homesteaders move toward the snow – heading into Vermont, Wisconsin, and heaven-forbid, even Canada. Land is cheaper and they really enjoy the rhythm of the seasons – the cold and ice beckoning them to slow down and fill their soul while staying inside.
The problem for us is that our souls are filled by green and sunshine. Wind and bike rides. Hiking and swimming. I want to be able to do those things year-round.
It’s not that these activites mean more to us than the friends and family we’re leaving behind – not at all. Yeah, I’m done with freezing & I’m SO over being stuck inside but more than that: I’m done living for the weekends; and the get-togethers. Especially when 6ish-months out of the year, most of our time – with people or by ourselves – is spent inside! 4 boxed-in walls and a ceiling.
See, I want the quantity of my “week-days” to add up to more quality than the holidays and twice-a-month gatherings. & for me – for us – that means warmer weather. Being outside. Finding God in nature and teaching our little one to see Him there – and allow her to open our eyes to how she sees Him and life in general.
I’m so going to miss my family. And I seriously regret not spending more time and energy investing in certain relationships. In part, I held back from getting too close because in the back of my mind I knew Stow, Ohio wasn’t “home” and I didn’t want to make leaving harder. So while I’m bummed about what those friendships could have turned into, I’m grateful for the reminder that regret is our enemy. I want that tofuel my decisions in Austin & help me grow as a person. branch out. take a change that this thing that scares me could become something amazing.
It’s so much better to just go for it. Pain, hurt, and the “wow-that-really-blew-up-in-my-face”s come as they may. It’s all better than regret.
“Whatever comes, let it come.
Whatever goes, let it go.
Whatever stays, let it stay.”
Keeping in mind that ultimately, He determines our steps and uses and purposes e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g., making us more like Jesus, for our good. (What a Savior!)
I don’t know if Texas is the place for us. Maybe just for now? Maybe I’ll hate those Texas summers. Maybe we’ll end up in Central America, Tennessee, or decide our hometown really is the place for us.
All I know is taking the risk means we’ll know for sure.
So why not?
He’s with us.
Morgan (loves to) Reid
& now I have Hilary Duff stuck in my head . . .
(You 90’s babes would understand.)
So how about you? What risk might make a huge difference for you this year? Even today?
