Merry Christmas and lots of love from South Dallas!
May this Advent and Christmas Season be a time where you enjoy all things that point back to the return of our King, Christ Jesus!
“During those early years in Tuskegee, God caught my attention with the beauty and power of the tabernacle as a model for my devotional life. I was alone and losing courage for the very work that inspired my move to the Deep South. I remember returning home one hot Albama night, discouraged and lonely. As I walked up to the trailer under the glistening moonlight, it hit me: I was not alone. This was more than a feeling. [This season] was becoming my tabernacle. [This season] was where I lived out and worked out my relationship with God. It was where I cried out to God for mercy and understanding; it was where I awoke after midnight in anguish of heart, mulling over the news from home – one more of my childhood friends [achieved something I wanted]. And although I had obeyed God, I felt left behind, in a maze of uncertainty. It was there I realized that the key for my life lay in the realities to which the tabernacle pointed me. I had to step into the way of the tabernacle and follow its path into the very presence of God to find what he had for me.“
-Excerpt from “Beauty in the Desert- Discover Deeper Intimacy with God Through the Model of the Tabernacle” by Eddie Broussard
Sometimes you just need new reminders of old truths. I often find myself rummaging through the preschool fifth grade section of my church website to remind myself of the foundation of who God is. It amazes me that these truths often feel like new ideas rushing over me for the first time. Oh how we all need to be reminded of who God is. There are lies that impede the framework I think I know so well. If you read the list below I promise you will find something you don’t truly believe. I think I believe them all but my thoughts and actions prove otherwise. I am thankful He gives a wide place for my steps under me and my feet do not slip (Ps. 18:36).
So, as you go about your day, remember in the midst of your drinking and your eating, your playing and your work, your fear and confusion, your joy and your delight, that…..
It was a Friday night and I had lived in Dallas a year and a half. I was going to the DMA with a few girls I had just met through a church home group. We took in the art, enjoyed some wine and watched a traditional African dance. The night ended with us sitting in the car sharing funny dreams we recently had. From that night on I gained some of my closest friends. One of those being Jennifer (Stetter) Jacket.
Jen and I would meet up several mornings to walk and pray. We would enjoy our self-proclaimed wine and theology nights and we would religiously watch an old man break out some amazing dance moves at our favorite Plano establishment, Obzeet. We eventually moved in together after feeling God’s calling to move closer to The Village Dallas campus and we co-lead a home group together. I was able to watch first hand the joy of God bringing Jen and her husband, David, into a relationship and then stand next to them as the Maid of Honor in their wedding.
Our relationship has had highs and lows that have firmly planted our friendship in Christ. I am so thankful to have walked so closely with Jen for such a brief time and now continue to stay in contact as best as we can considering God has led our lives down separate trajectories for the time being. It’s always a joy to connect and share the fun things going on around us as well as the deep things God is doing in our lives.
All of that to say, she is a gem. You would benefit from her writing….check out her blog and drink from the well that she so eloquently leads you to in her writing!
When you find a good thing you can’t hide it!
Have you ever found yourself at a work meeting and looked down at your nails and immediately feel like you are looking at the nails of a junior high girl? You know what I am talking about…some nails have a few chips- some no color left at all. You are lucky if there is full coverage on any of the nails actually.
Have you found yourself in the same situation but on a work trip, heading out for a date, sitting down at a wedding?
Me Neither – I Have!
And while I don’t judge people if I ever notice (in which I don’t!), I immediately feel a little embarrassed
if when I am in this situation. I feel like an unkept juvenile. Will people take me seriously? Surely not:) This usually leads to some fidgeting and trying to pick off the rest of the polish which in turn leaves a mess of little chips of paint. I become a hot mess!
I mean, it just continues to go downhill from here.
WHAT TO DO?!?!? Well, this weekend I found something that is a step in the right direction! Especially for a busy traveler like me. It’s annoying to pack a bottle of remover + cotton balls every time I leave. It’s also rare for me to remember to pack nail polish. And let’s face it…it is honestly worse to put a layer over chipped polish. Can I get an amen? I also usually have carry-on luggage and 3 oz isn’t going to get you anywhere!
Can you see I have thought long and hard about this?🙂
I just got home from a conference and realized half way through my nails were horrid! Luckily I bought polish but they quickly started chipping away. The hotel I stayed at offered nail polish remover so I quickly called the front desk and the speedily brought me a stack of these wipes! They. Are. A. MA. ZING! In fact, one of the first things I did when I got home was see if I could purchase them to store in my backs and purses.
I am so excited! Watch out world…I have my act together:)
“Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling of that something which you were born desiring?
You have never had it.
All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it — tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear.
But if it should really become manifest — if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself — you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say “Here at last is the thing I was made for.”