Wednesday, December 22, 2010


I was thinking about the incoming New Year and about birthdays and random things like that on Sunday, and thoughts like that were randomly floating through my head during the Christmas service I went to. All of a sudden, God whispered to me as 2 Peter 3:8 flowed through my head in the train of thoughts: "With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day." And suddenly it was like my mind was blown and all of these thoughts flashed through my mind. God is outside of time! He didn't create years; those were created by humans after they calculated how long it takes for the Earth to orbit the sun. Whenever we have a birthday, we may be a year older, but a year is so relative! It doesn't even matter to God. With Him, we are constantly growing, constantly maturing. We made years so we could attempt to keep track of time and try to keep life a little more organized. But even in life's innate organization there is so much beautiful chaos that it's impossible to try to contain it.

God doesn't want us to make resolutions once a year, at the beginning of our earthly year. He wants us to constantly be setting goals, trying new things, reaching for Him. He wants us to constantly grow, even though it's so hard to do. He wants us to at least try!

I'm not saying forget about birthdays, forget about following laws that said you should wait until you are a certain number of years to do something, forget about New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, forget about setting New Year's resolutions. What I'm trying to do say is that more important than anything pertaining to time is the fact that God has blessed us with each moment that we live, each breath that we breathe, each blink of an eye, beat of a heart, twitch of a muscle, flash of a neuron. Don't take time for granted ("Oh, it'll only be for a minute"). With God, a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years is like a day.

Friday, December 10, 2010

One of those random posts that became not so random at the end

Why, it IS that time: time for a random post of nothingness that surely will have no message behind it by the end!! Although the last time I tried that one, I ended up coming out with some sort of message...but that's besides the point.

I signed in today thinking, "Yay, I'm going to post something that nobody will read, just so I can write. Because I like to write. Yes." But then I get to my dashboard, and what do I see?

I actually have FOLLOWERS?! What is this madness!? Do you guys have nothing better to do than read my mindless ramblings that sometimes have a point behind them!?

I love you dearly.

Moving on.

I happen to have a weird fascination with snow. I hate how cold it gets here, I hate the wind chill, and I'm not a particular fan of ice (except in indoor rinks where it's nice and smooth and I can wear skates). But snow is different. Sure, it's cold and icy and hurts when it gets thrown in your face (had that happen one too many times...), but it's snow. It's solid precipitation that you can pack or dust or dissolve. It covers the roofs and ground and trees in a sort of fluffy, glittering blanket.

Maybe I like it because I feel like a snow princess whenever I walk through the falling flakes and get them stuck in my hair (see Royalty post for a digression on that). Maybe I like it because it relates to a time of year when people are generally more generous and warm and loving, even if sometimes for the wrong reasons. Maybe I like it because it's so hard for me to imagine how the God of the universe could ever come up with such an awesome thing (I know I never could).

All I know is that whenever snow falls from the sky and starts collecting on the ground, I consistently am overwhelmed with a feeling of "God, you are so INCREDIBLE!!! This is BEAUTIFUL!!! I LOVE YOU!!!" And then I become a little child again, like the one Jesus says we need to be to enter His kingdom, forgetting the people around me and laughing giddily and dancing around in the snow. Maybe that's why I like the snow the most. Maybe the reason I actually enjoy this time of year is because it causes me to forget that I am technically an adult, a college student, with responsibilities and goals and such. I am once again reminded that in His eyes, I am always a kid, and I always will be. And when it comes down to it, His eyes are the only ones that matter.

(...well, I thought it would just be a random post...guess not, once again.)