Saturday, October 24, 2009


Luke 2:36-38 And there was a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was advanced in years, having lived with her husband seven years from when she was a virgin, and then as a widow until she was eighty-four. She did not depart from the temple, worshiping with fasting and prayer night and day. And coming up at that very hour [the hour in which baby Jesus was presented in the temple] she began to give thanks to God and to speak of him to all who were waiting for the redemption of Jerusalem. (ESV)

I was always slightly daunted by this namesake of mine. I wanted to be nothing like this Anna. Being a prophetess sounds utterly terrifying, losing my husband at an early age is one of my greatest fears, and spending the rest of my life in prayer in fasting, well, boring. One day I asked my mother why she would condemn me to such a life, she said something that changed my heart and helped shape my self-image in Christ. She said that I was named Anna because in the day of Christ's coming, his day of dedication in the temple in which he takes on the role of God's son and servant, she recognized him for who he was. Sounds simple. But, what a wonderful gift to have-- the inherent knowledge that Christ is and that He is my redemption. Oh, let me like her in that she knew him at first sight! And, when I think on the recognition of Christ as The Most High, I realize that that is no higher calling than that of the prophetess Anna-- to be wholly dedicated to Christ in words, location, prayer, and needs.

As a side note, I was also named after my great-grandma who lived to be 104 and also loved the Lord.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

O Holy Night

I know this seems a little early, but I think about this song often. I love old hymns especially Christmas ones because, being an English major, I think the words are stunning. Take a minute and read over this song as a poem, which originally was. Chew on the words a little. Forget that it is a Christmas song and focus on the truth of it now; the truth of it in regards to your current state of being; the truth of it in how it reflects the joy, joy, joy of your salvation from sin and weariness.

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;

Fall on your knees now and thank Him for the hope of a new morn!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


We went camping last weekend in Moab. Before we left we spent a significant amount of time preparing our provisions for the trip so that we would be well equipped and lack nothing. Bowls, cups, chairs, tents, headlamps, sleeping bags, sunscreen, warm clothes, cooler filled with the right nutritious foods, books for entertainment, bike gear, batteries for the camera. And yet despite all our of intense planning we ran out fuel for the cook stove. The cook stove broke. We didn't have the money to pay for the campsite. The batteries got cold and drained overnight. A tire blew on the bike and we didn't have the right size to replace it. I left my toothbrush.

But, I had my number one provision. Just as I spend time planning for my needs, God spent time planning what I would need to get through the camping trip of earth. He provided me with Jason. See, God looked ahead and knew that after my salvation was fulfilled in Christ that I needed some additional help. Provision broken into parts means pro-in favor of and vision-sight: in favor of sight or foresight. He equipped Jason with the things he would need to match Anna and visa versa. Jason is outgoing and encourages me out of my shell; he is thoughtful and helps to stimulate my curious mind; he is romantic and fulfills my need to feel like a princess; he is devoted; he is disciplined; he is playful; he is organized; he is adventurous.

God even saw fit to give me a little treat like those s'mores every camper takes not because they are necessary but because they are fun. I had this "list" of items I thought my future husband should have: play guitar, be left handed, look sexy in a suit, and love the outdoors. Unbelievably, God even made provisions for those little treats in life.

Sunday, October 4, 2009


I don't have children yet, but one day I hope to. As my church has been reading through Luke, I came upon a blessing that I desperately desire for my children one day. When Zechariah is being met by the angel Gabriel to proclaim the future birth of his son John, he is told that his son would be "great before God." I think I missed the rest of the sermon after this phrase. There is no higher hope that I could have for my child! I often pray that when I have a child that he or she be healthy and intelligent, but never have I prayed the he or she be great before God. The ultimate blessing and I never thought to pray it. For my pregnant friends, I have changed my prayer for their babies to, "Let the child be know as Great Before God!"

Sunday, September 20, 2009

New Heart

God has given me a new heart washed fresh by his enending grace. I've been listening to a sermon by Mark Driscoll from Mars Hill Church, Seattle. He was reviewing what Proverbs has to say about my new heart.
Signs of a New Heart:
1. faith 3.5
2. desires obedience 4.4
3. correctable 5.12
4. teachale 10.8
5. content 14:30
6. loves wisdom 15.14
7. cheerful 15.15
8. helpful 15.28
9. discerning 16.21
10. persuasive 16.23
11. humble 18.12
12. intelligent 18.15
13. beautiful 27.19
14. repentant 28.14

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Stick Horse

My grandpa tells a story of genius parenting skills. When he was a young child in Kansas City, MO his parents tooks him and his younger brother to Woolworth's clothing store. In those days, this was a two mile walk from their house to the store. By the end of their shoping trip, my grandpa's brother was too exhausted to walk home. He was refusing. There was no hop in the car solution, it was walk or nothing. In their stroke of genius, they bought my great uncle a stick horse and asked him to ride it home. With no hesitation, those little tired boy legs were transformed into a galloping steed that "carried" him home the two miles.

Some times I wonder if God gives me a stick horse when I complain about how tired I am.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Words of Gold

This morning my husband opened up a treasure box. He pulled out a shinny gold nugget. Quickly I tucked it into my heart and locked it away securely so that it could not be stolen. A word. A simple word turned into a gold nugget as it dripped from his lips.

To me, Jason, your words of kindness and love are worth their weight in gold. I am so wealthy.