Trust Fall.

Trust in the Lord. Something so very simple, yet often impossible to grasp and hold on to. How often do we put our trust in Jesus, only to revoke it minutes later? Our moments of faith are so easily washed away by the waves of doubt and uncertainty, leaving us feeling desperate and distraught over and over again. 

If we are truly honest with ourselves, trusting God as provider is often one of the hardest things to do. Instead, we sit and worry, allowing fear of the future immobilize us and leave us searching for answers. But this is not the way the Christian walk was meant to be! In these moment, I am often reminded of the words to one of my very favorite hymns:

Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,  

Just to take Him at His word; 

Just to rest upon His promise,  

Just to know “Thus said the Lord.” 

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er! 

Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus! Oh for grace to trust Him more! 

Beautiful. How many times in my own life has he proved Himself capable to guide me and protect me? Our God is GOOD. Through and through, he is 100% GOOD. And he never changes. Never Ever Ever. We can take him at his word and rest comfortably in his promises. What a blessed assurance! Each day I trust Him, I find myself longing to lose more and more of myself into His will. I long for the grace to trust Him more! He has provided everything I have needed in the past few months, and I am so grateful to have a father who knows what is best for his child. I know He has been telling me to stop searching and listen to His small still voice of wisdom. Thanks Jesus for the peace and direction and blessings upon blessings you so lovingly provide when I finally do :)

And what a blessing this beautiful fall weather has been! When I walked out of my front door this morning, I was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by the crispness and chill of a new autumn day! I am so looking forward to going home Thursday to grab some of my fun fall clothes before heading out on our trip to Knoxville this weekend! 

Drastic Measures.

Instead of pretty fall dresses and cute blazers, I have decided that this would probably be a more appropriate uniform for the semester. Points for creativity, right. . .???

"Raindrops Keep Fallin on My Head"

This past week in Auburn we have found ourselves in the middle of monsoon season...and I am happy to report that  "Singing in the Rain" has been my theme song. The rain has brought so much joy this week, so comforting and invigorating at the same time! The little girl in me has loved the fun and sense of freedom that you get from just letting loose and splashing about in a rainstorm. 

Thursday I set out for one of my runs, and although the clouds looked somewhat threatening, I decided to just go for it. Well, little did I know that 2 miles into my run I would get caught a mile away from home in one of the biggest downpours of the week! I seriously considered seeking shelter under a nearby awning to avoid getting soaked, but as I continued to move forward, I ended up having one of the greatest runs of my life. Completely drenched, hair soaked, shoes full of puddles... big huge smile on my face. It felt so great to forget all of my cares, not worry at all about what I looked like, and just continue to put one foot in front of the other. 

Thank you Jesus for the small things.

One and Only.

Lord, let this be the attitude of my heart. Take everything else away from me and leave my heart with Jesus. 

In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus, 
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
Just give me Jesus.

When I am alone,
When I am alone, 
When I am alone,
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus, 
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
Just give me Jesus.

When I come to die,
When I come to die,
When I come to die,
Give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus, 
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
Just give me Jesus.

Give me Jesus.
Give me Jesus, 
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
You can have all this world, 
You can have all this world, 
Just give me Jesus.

Day Two: 2.5 miles

On the road again. . .

Well I have decided it is time. . .

Beginning last summer, Toney and I made it our goal to complete a half marathon. We got off to a great start, but slowly life and all its little details got in the way...ie, she got engaged/married and I ventured off to New York. And although I had many plans to continue running while in the Big Apple, long work days and exhaustion turned my grand ideas into something more like delusions of grandeur. Instead of jogging through Central Park each day, trudging the 40 blocks home became enough of  a workout for my little blistered feet. 

But now, I am putting all of that behind me and setting out to pursue a new goal. I am beginning training this week to run a half marathon within 6 months and a full marathon within a year. IT WILL HAPPEN. 

I hope to grow not only physically through this, but also spiritually. This goal is a lofty one, and I hope to depend fully on Christ to complete this work. I would love to hear your thoughts and advice as I begin this process. I am searching for a verse to pray over as I run each day and would appreciate any ideas from all of you! I will make sure to keep everyone posted as to my progress!

Day 1: 2 miles

Today, I Choose. . .

JOY.

over and over again.

Two Very Wise Men.

It seems that no matter the event in my life, be it very happy or very sad, King George always has the perfect song to sing to my heart. This weekend, he reminded me of just how blessed I am to have two of the truest friends a girl could know. Niki and Teresa have been beside me for every joy and held my hand through every sadness. We've twirled and two-stepped our way through the good and the bad and they're the first in my mind when life presents a new twist. When we we're "little girls" four years ago in Texas, we played one George song over and over and over again. And while the lyrics were written for a little more of a romantic relationship, I would like to think that Mr. Strait was thinking of us when he sung the chorus.

You know me better than that
You know the me that gets lazy and fat
How moody I can be
All my insecurities
You've seen me lose all my charm
You know I was raised on a farm
Oh she tells her friends I'm perfect
And that I love her cat
But you know me better than that

Its the MOST special thing to have true friends like that. Friends who have seen you at your worst, and know how great you can be at your best. Friends who have rubbed cake all in your face when you've started to take yourself too seriously, and then proceeded to consume the rest of that cake with you - lazy fat and happy all together. Friends who know your imperfections, share your hopes, encourage you to pursue your dreams, love you when you're riduculous and fill you back up when you're empty. I would not be the person I am without these two, and as long as I have their tan hands to hold, I know we will always be able to walk forward, one foot in front of the other.

But as great as George's wise lyrics can be, and as special as my sweet friends are, no one knows how to speak to my heart like my Jesus. I am the queen of ignoring his wisdom and stubbornly plowing headlong down my very own path. Thank you, thank you, thank you God for being stronger than I. Thank you for yanking me back to your side when I wander away from seeking your plan for my life. Thank you for longing to share my joys when I'm standing on the mountain and walking by my side through the valley. Thank you that no matter how far I run away, it only takes one step to turn around and return to you. Thank you for being my joy, my hope, my peace. My protector, my lover, and my Lord... Thank you for loving me enough to break my heart so that I can bring glory to you. Thank you for being a jealous God and desiring all of my affections and focus. Thank you for holding me in your strong hands and never letting me down. Thank you for being the only one that I can truly trust, truly rely on, and never make a wrong decision when my heart longs to seek your will. Thank you Jesus for loving me like none other.

With this in mind, I have found such peace in the words of another very wise man. St. Patrick of Ireland, who himself had wandered away from the love of God, and through trials and pain was brought back to serve, once wrote these beautiful words. Oh that I could live by them each and every moment of my life.

Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

Thank you Jesus. You are always right.