Well my friend Keri and I are about to embark on a book journey every Wednesday. We are reading "Lies Women Believe..." by Nancy Leigh DeMoss. THAT last name is mouthful missy.
Anywho, besides being really spiritual, i ran today. I like to announce when i run, because it in no way resembles structured thought out decisions to go pedal my thighs at the tread mill bazar. Instead it's still more of a funny joke to me that i am running-but i try not to laugh out loud when i'm on the tread mill. I find that other people think i'm laughing at them and that i slip and fall and shoot across the room from the unstopped belt. I do announce when i'm running and when i read the bible or pray because they are two of my biggest challenges right now. I feel like i am a (now just bear with me it's the first mental picture that popped into my head) a boxer. I am getting all warmed up in the corner, swaying back and forth, knocking my gloves together, chomping on my teeth guard, wiping the sweat away from my eyes. And i stay there. I prance and prance and prance and never go out into the ring. So when i finally do get out there i feel like i knock those challenges DEAD. RIGHT IN THE KISSER. Who says that???!!!
So i ran today, also i prayed two days ago.
So back to this book that Ker and I are going to read. When i was going through my "woe-is-me God-left-me-and-took-all-the-great-things-about-iowa-city-away-and-now-he's-trying-to-teach-me-a-lesson-while-i'm-supposed-to-stay-faithful-in-the-spiritual-dessert" routine.
I felt like I was little Suzy out on the playground with cute pigtails and a sun dress and i was really good at four square and sharing and my favorite thing of the day was to eat lunch because my mom would pack a pudding snack and write a little note to me with sharpy on the top. My life was so great with that pudding snack. But then one day a big mean guy came and stole my pudding snack. (I'm so sorry that i only work with visual pictures and metaphors). So that's how i felt like God was treating me when i went to California. He took all the friendships, good church teaching, good DEEP bible study, and NOTHING was working in California.
I thought like this (that God stole my pudding snack) for a loooooooooong time. But then one day in a moment of rarity when i was listening to God after my ranting. He asked me if I really believed that was the kind of God he was.
no
He didn't even make me say it louder so he could hear me. I knew then that I had made God into someone i could dislike and someone to carry the blame for how icky life was out there. SHOOT. I did it again. But if you read my very first post you'll see that he didn't make me feel bad for it. So God, you can have my pudding snack if you want it. I don't mind.
Anywho, besides being really spiritual, i ran today. I like to announce when i run, because it in no way resembles structured thought out decisions to go pedal my thighs at the tread mill bazar. Instead it's still more of a funny joke to me that i am running-but i try not to laugh out loud when i'm on the tread mill. I find that other people think i'm laughing at them and that i slip and fall and shoot across the room from the unstopped belt. I do announce when i'm running and when i read the bible or pray because they are two of my biggest challenges right now. I feel like i am a (now just bear with me it's the first mental picture that popped into my head) a boxer. I am getting all warmed up in the corner, swaying back and forth, knocking my gloves together, chomping on my teeth guard, wiping the sweat away from my eyes. And i stay there. I prance and prance and prance and never go out into the ring. So when i finally do get out there i feel like i knock those challenges DEAD. RIGHT IN THE KISSER. Who says that???!!!
So i ran today, also i prayed two days ago.
So back to this book that Ker and I are going to read. When i was going through my "woe-is-me God-left-me-and-took-all-the-great-things-about-iowa-city-away-and-now-he's-trying-to-teach-me-a-lesson-while-i'm-supposed-to-stay-faithful-in-the-spiritual-dessert" routine.
I felt like I was little Suzy out on the playground with cute pigtails and a sun dress and i was really good at four square and sharing and my favorite thing of the day was to eat lunch because my mom would pack a pudding snack and write a little note to me with sharpy on the top. My life was so great with that pudding snack. But then one day a big mean guy came and stole my pudding snack. (I'm so sorry that i only work with visual pictures and metaphors). So that's how i felt like God was treating me when i went to California. He took all the friendships, good church teaching, good DEEP bible study, and NOTHING was working in California.
I thought like this (that God stole my pudding snack) for a loooooooooong time. But then one day in a moment of rarity when i was listening to God after my ranting. He asked me if I really believed that was the kind of God he was.
no
He didn't even make me say it louder so he could hear me. I knew then that I had made God into someone i could dislike and someone to carry the blame for how icky life was out there. SHOOT. I did it again. But if you read my very first post you'll see that he didn't make me feel bad for it. So God, you can have my pudding snack if you want it. I don't mind.
3 comments:
dude. i'm totally reading that book. i started it during one one ones like a year ago. it has taken longer than we expected because usually i read the chapter and am all "duh, fools, i totally don't believe this stupid stuff" and then when we meet and start talking about it i burst into tears and start snotting all over everything. it's a good book.
can't wait homey.
Did you guys just start reading that book? I just heard about it and I'd like to read it at the same time as some other people.
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