Oh, how I love Jesus because He first loved me

"Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession, for we do not have a high priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tempted in all things as we are, yet without sin. Therefore, let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need." --Hebrews 4:14-16

Just reminded of the beauty of Christ tonight, as I have lots on my mind and heart. How encouraging it is to be able to approach Him with confidence. Jesus is better--than the angels, than Moses, than the old covenant--and because of that, I can lay my racing mind and my overwhelmed heart (even when it's good excitement and nerves) at His feet.

A Sunrise to Remember

For those who have never done it, you need to drive east on I40 between the hours of 5:30-7:00am during late October/early November. Seeing the different phases of the sunrise (as you're driving directly into it) is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Not only do you get the sunrise, but you also get to enjoy the brilliant colors of the trees as they are changing. I'll give you three guesses what I did this morning, and the first two don't count. Here's my morning:

At 5:35, I left my apartment and headed to Nashville. It was pitch black outside, but I had already gotten excited about driving east and watching the sun rise. For about 30 minutes, it felt like it was night time. At about 6:00, things started to get a little less dark--not daylight, but more like late evening/early night. I began to get more excited about getting to watch the sun rise. At 6:17, I was approaching the Tennessee River, and consequently, a huge patch of fog. I could barely see 10 feet in front of me. The few other travelers and I began to slow down. The muscles in my legs and stomach began to tighten up. Driving through fog is unnerving. At this moment, I wished even more that the sun would come out.

We made it across the river, and for the next 45 minutes or so, it was a pretty smooth trip, able to see the road each moment more clearly than the moment before. I realized that I was experiencing the benefits, but I still couldn't see the source of the light. I thought about that in relation to Jesus, the exact representation of God, our Sovereign Father. How often we see the things around up that let us know He's there, but we can't see Him....yet.

As I approached the Buffalo River, I saw another patch of fog--less dense than the first, but still fairly thick. This time it was different, though. The closer I drove to the bridge, the more I could see through the fog. I realized it was because of the light. The sun was more exposed, casting more light, which overpowered the fog. I felt safer with more light. This time, I thought about the Trinity, especially the Holy Spirit. When I don't understand at all what God is doing, knowing that He is near and watching Him reveal Himself is a source of great comfort. The Spirit is my anchor and makes a season of uncertainty seem a lot more safe and secure.

I kept driving, and it wasn't long before I noticed bright shards of light bursting through the cracks in the line of trees. Yes, I40 goes east and west, but there are parts that go more NE and SW. There were times when I saw the brightness of the yellow trees to my left, and I knew it was because of the sun, but because of the trees on my right, I couldn't see the source of the light. No matter what part of the road I traveled, though, I always knew where the sun was...even though I still couldn't see it. There was always a part of the sky that was more lit than the rest, and, though it may seem elementary and mundane (and probably repetitive), I found great comfort in knowing that where the light was, there the sun was...even though I saw it not.

At 7:17, exactly one hour from the first patch of dense fog, I drove over a hill, and I couldn't help but smile. There it was! The sun--huge, brilliant, breathtaking. Though I've passed it innumerable times, I've never seen the horses' lanes of Iroquois Steeplechase look so beautiful. I couldn't look directly at the sun, for it caused everything else in my line of vision to disappear (which is never a good thing when you're driving). Again, I was reminded of Jesus. When we see things in light of (no pun intended) Him, He makes even the simplest things seem magnificent.

Oh, that I would learn to love my Jesus more. To know the worth of His beauty and the exactness of representation of God's glory is my heart's desire. I know this may seem like a long, drawn out thought process of a sunrise, but it quieted my heart and caused me to rejoice in the cross. I think that's worth it!

Doing and Being

I was thinking today about the difference between doing and being. It is very easy for me to get caught up doing the things I feel are right--helping, serving, listening, ministering, visiting, cooking, attending--and forget that life is about being. The aforementioned list of present participles...or gerunds, depending on how they are used...aren't bad at all. When it's left to scratching them off a "to do" list, though, they become the by-products of legalism. I'm not trying to sound like a feel good Osteen or Bell when I say using my gifts, living my faith, speaking to people, giving and even surrendering are all nothing if not done with love (1Cor 13). Read 1Jn 4. God is love, and I'm pretty sure He isn't fluff.

With the Spirit dwelling within me, my actions become more than just good deeds done. It's not about my life having different sections to fill or appointments to keep so that I make sure to help someone or visit a friend or invite someone over for dinner. No, when I am surrendered to the Spirit's working in my life, those qualities flow freely, because it's part of my being a new creature. Doing becomes a result of being. Strip away all of the outer stuff, though, because let's face it...not every day is a day when I feel like doing the things I know I should. Even on those days, I'm still able to be. I don't want to sound lazy or like I'm trying to find an excuse out of the good works prepared for me (Ep 2:10), but it's true. Even on days when I don't do a single thing well, when I don't minister to another soul, when I'm too selfish to listen to those hurting around me, I'm still able to be.

I'm able to be held. I'm able to be secure in my faith. I'm able to be His child. I'm able to be convicted of sin. I'm able to be held accountable to pursue diligence again. I can be reminded of my Father, Friend, Saviour, Redeemer who is ever-present, ever-powerful, ever-just, all-knowing, and full of lovingkindness. Father, may I not resist Your grace in my life that keeps me busy doing the things You have for me to do, but I also thank You for Your grace that allows me to be Your child, regardless. I'm thankful that it was not my doing that brought me into a right relationship with You, and I'm thankful that it's not my doing that keeps me there. Thank You for Your grace. Thank You for letting me be Yours.

I'm still thinking about this, but I'd like to hear your thoughts.

Trust and Obey

Sometimes I find myself not knowing the next step to take. I long for clear, big painted pictures of God's plan. I want to know what He has next. I want to do what is most pleasing to Him. I want to be as close to Him as I possibly can. But how? How do I get there? How do I know what that next step is? Where do I find the road map that lays out His plan? Yes, you can answer, "The Word." I agree with you, but that seems so incredibly overwhelming. I mean, good grief, where do you start. More applicable for me this night is remembering a few simple, specific truths from that Word.

Sometimes it means doing the seemingly mundane things in life. Just doing what I know is right. Just pray. Stop in the middle of the pain, the confusion, the sense of helplessness, the hurt I feel for my friend, the words that I feel I don't have to speak to her, the inadequacy I feel, the fear I want to keep me from sharing the Gospel, the temptation to please man rather than God, the unbelief, the sin. Just stop...and pray. Take the next step. Live the next five minutes. Take the thoughts of those five minutes captive to Christ. Ask for grace to listen, to learn, to forgive, to believe, to help, to understand, to surrender. Once those five minutes are over, thank Him for His grace. Ask for help for the next five minutes. Take the next step. Keep living life.

Often, I just need to remind myself of the promises of God. I am promised so many things in Him, and I take them for granted. I forget that He promises to finish the work He started. He promises to never leave or forsake me. He promises to be like a husband to me. He promises a covenant relationship with me. He promises to fulfill the desires of my heart. He promises to purge me of sin. He promises to heal my broken heart. He promises His friendship. He promises and inheritance. He promises to make all things right one day. He promises to be always sovereign, always powerful, always holy, always right, always just, always pure. May I not forsake these promises, but may they ever be on my heart and mind.

I was talking with a friend tonight about some of these things, and a hymn came up in our conversation. The words are so simple, but they seem to sum up my thoughts quite well. May this be the cry of my heart:

When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will, He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

• Refrain:
  Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
  To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt or a fear, not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief or a loss, not a frown or a cross,
But is blessed if we trust and obey.

But we never can prove the delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay;
For the favor He shows, for the joy He bestows,
Are for them who will trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go;
Never fear, only trust and obey.

Just so you know I didn't make this up...

It is absolutely amazing when God does a work in a person's heart and provides new desires, new interests, new convictions, and possibly the most mind-blowing for me, a new peace.

I feel like that's exactly where I am. Three or four weeks ago, I would have laughed in your face if you would have said I'd be here. I mean, I literally made a comment that is so contradictory to where I'm at right now. The past few weeks have been crazy with a capital c. God is giving me new heart desires; He is redirecting the paths of my heart, and He's literally giving me new affections...ones that weren't there three weeks ago. My mom is probably the only human I've talked to that has heard the "before" and "after" sides of this story. I probably don't make sense, and that's okay. You may think I'm crazy, and I'm alright with that. I know what's on my heart, and I know what God has been doing lately, and it's exciting.

What's even more exciting than all this is the new peace that has been given. It's that peace that passes all understanding, guarding my heart and mind in Christ Jesus. It's absolutely beautiful. It's immensely comforting, and it reminds me how grateful I am to have hope and joy in Christ.

Running to the Finish

Sometimes I wish I could just hear God speak in an audible voice, and I wish the words I would hear would be the specific instructions on what to do in this moment, how to act today, where He is leading me now, and how to handle all the emotions and such that come along with those workings.

So often, I find myself longing for more. I've heard people talk about a gaping hole in their hearts until Christ enters and fills that void. I guess what I'm experiencing is similar, but it's very different. I know joy. I know peace. I know love. The One who is all of those things redeemed me. I am His. As marvelous as this is, I still know pain. My heart hurts, and I long for the parts of His plan that have yet to be revealed. Because I do know joy, peace, and love, though, there are times...fairly often...that I am given grace to be completely content in the midst of reality. No sooner have I thanked God for His kindness in this way am I blind-sided, and quite frankly bombarded with the temptations from the world to be discontent. Today I had the thought, "Look, I just fought the battle that you are trying to start again. Get over it, and put your eyes on Jesus."

Here's my question, a question that a friend of mine and I were discussing not too long ago: How do you show the world...better yet, other believers...that they need what you have (ie. contentment in Christ, acknowledgement that there's enough grace, complete satisfaction in the Lover of your soul, willingness to face persecution of ANY and every sort) without being prideful or offensive (which may or may not be something worth fearing...what can man do to me, anyway?)

It reminds me of Paul. How do you suppose it came across to the Corinthians when he exhorted them to be imitators of himself? He had to be full of the gospel, full of passion and love for God's people, full of humility, patience, grace. I keep running, and I keep looking side to side to see who's with me. I'm encouraged to see a familiar face, but I wish some more of the folks would act upon the quickly approaching finish line.

Oh, to be like Him!

One thing can only be 'like' something else if the latter is bigger, greater, more significant than the former. A picture is like a landscape, and not vice versa. A daughter is able to be like her mother only because her mother existed first and serves as the very validation of such a comment being made. The landscape has more value than the picture, and the mother is greater than the daughter in the sense that she lives out her personality before her daughter, who seems to emulate characteristics of that personality, was even born.

I realize that, up against God, all analogies fail, but bear with me. God is not like us, but we are being made like Him. God is holy, uniquely different from us, so he cannot be "a better version of us", but does Scripture not tell us to be holy like He is holy? Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that one day we will be equal to God in His holiness, but this I know for sure is that we were made in His image. He was not made in ours. He sent His Son to become like us (whoa, wait...what?!), to justify us with Himself. God, the Father is now sanctifying us to be more and more like Him. Oh, for the day of glorification when we get to see the perfected, finished work of the One we are like!

ramblings

No, I don't own a television. Yes, I went to the movies with my grandmother on Monday night. Yes, I still use the post office. No, I don't own a Mac. Yes, I'll most likely have lunch with someone in their nineties tomorrow. Yes, I, along with Lauren Smothers and two of the VanNeste boys are the only non-college, pre-marriage people who stuck with it. No, I've never dyed my hair. Yes, I prefer Truth over humor. No, I don't like animals. Yes, my brothers and daddy have a say. Yes, I talk to my mom nearly every day. Now, hi, my name is Sarah. Would you like to go on?

Tears of joy?

Sometimes when I step back and look at life from a bigger perspective than my selfish, Sarah-colored lenses, I'm fascinated and amazed at how intricately God is weaving every single tiny detail of this story together. He really is orchestrating even the minutest of sounds into something gloriously pleasant to His ears...and it's for my good. What?!

It happens fairly often that I just need to cry. There are probably many girls who say this, but it's pretty accurate for me. I mean, about half the time, I literally have no reason to be crying. It's just something I need to do. About 40% of the time, I know why I'm crying, but it's not a legitimate reason to be doing so. The other ten percent of the time (and that's probably being generous), I am crying about something that's worth it. I'm not sure how you'd classify tonight.

There've been lots of changes in my life recently, and I'm grateful. Because of those changes, though, I am experiencing lots of different emotions all at one time. I've personally watched and felt God change the desires, affections, and convictions of my heart. I'll even be so bold as to say He's doing it right now as these tear-stained cheeks fight back more salty water. It's times like this that I'm so grateful that He's at work, but I'm reminded that I can't trust my heart, for it's deceitful and wicked above all things. It evokes in me, though, even more gratitude for my Father, who knows my heart. Even in the pain, confusion, and sadness, though, I can honestly say I know joy. It's not always surface level, but it's there--rooted down deep, all the time making more roots in my soul...roots that sustain that which bears fruit, even in the midst of heavy rain.

weird

I realized tonight that if I don't purposely fill my time with meaningful tasks, my free time is quickly wasted on futile facebook updates, roamings around the apartment, eating the second or third snack of the night, feeling sorry for myself, or looking at pictures for the 5th time in a row. When I read, I learn. When I write, I comprehend. Through writing, I make sense of my thoughts, I learn more of the depths of my soul, and I'm driven to the cross and repentance, where I am healed. It's a beautiful thing. That being said, here's an attempt to write more often.

Recently, I've been thinking a lot about the differences I've noticed in my thoughts, convictions, values, and such as compared to the world--even as compared to other believers. It so often seems that I have a different opinion/thought process/value system/list of priorities than most people I'm around...in every area of life. Here's an example. My co-workers are busting their tails at 2nd and 3rd jobs (aside from their full time positions) to make money they don't need. For what? Logic would assume the reason to be in order to pay for the stuff they don't need. See my point? Learn to live within your means, and do so without losing your sanity.

Maybe I'm super weird for wanting a family (and a life fit to enjoy them) someday. Call me a strange bird since I like leaving the workplace after 8 hours and having time to enjoy a run at the park. I don't even care if you think it's crazy that I prefer cooking than eating out. So what. Shoot, it doesn't even phase me when you call me a fool for being 23 and seeking the Lord about what to do with this money I'm not used to having, versus putting it all in a Life Insurance policy or 401K or even a savings account.

All I can say is this world is not my home. I'm so thankful for that promise. I'm longing for a new heaven and a new earth. Come, Lord Jesus. Until then, I'll just keep being weird.

His deeds have made me glad.

It is good to give thanks to the Lord and to sing praises to Your name, O Most High; To declare Your loving kindness in the morning and Your faithfulness by night. With the ten-stringed lute and with the harp, With resounding music upon the lyre. For You, O Lord, have made me glad by what You have done, I will sing for joy at the work of Your hands. How great are Your works, O Lord! Your thoughts are very deep. --Psalm 92:1-5

Today, my heart is happy. My heart is glad. I've been learning a lot about God's sovereignty and His providence. With the new learning, my mind has been graciously bent towards thinking along such lines. How sweet it is to reflect on God's providential hand in all matters of life--even the most seemingly minute of details! Today, I'm specifically praising Him for friendship, for His timeline, and for His provision.

Decision Time

I'm at a point where I don't know what to do. It's not that one option is clearly selfish desire and the other is God's plan. I mean, that's obviously the case, but the two options could equally be either God's will or my selfishness. Does that make sense? I am looking at two different job opportunities, and they both seem good. I'm trusting that God has opened these doors, and He will continue to direct me in the way He's chosen. In the mean time, I really need His wisdom. I came across these lyrics, and I felt like they were speaking the things that my heart hasn't been able to formulate yet. Some of these things, I don't understand, and the only way I'll be able to do so--to prayerfully and honestly sing these words--is to be granted His wisdom. Oh, that I may continue to grow through the process and really be sensitive to the work that my Father is doing.

The Perfect Wisdom of Our God
Words & Music by Keith Getty and
Stuart Townend
© 2011 Thankyou Music and Gettymusic

The perfect wisdom of our God,
Revealed in all the universe:
All things created by His hand,
And held together at His command.
He knows the mysteries of the seas,
The secrets of the stars are His;
He guides the planets on their way,
And turns the earth through another day.

The matchless wisdom of His ways,
That mark the path of righteousness;
His word a lamp unto my feet,
His Spirit teaching and guiding me.
And oh, the mystery of the cross,
That God should suffer for the lost
So that the fool might shame the wise,
And all the glory might go to Christ!

Oh grant me wisdom from above,
To pray for peace and cling to love,
And teach me humbly to receive
The sun and rain of Your sovereignty.
Each strand of sorrow has a place
Within this tapestry of grace;
So through the trials I choose to say:
“Your perfect will in your perfect way.”

True Family

I've been thinking a lot recently about the difference between biological family and family through Christ. I heard some people talking recently about how close the were to family members. This made me a little sad because I'm not all that close to my extended family. Yes, I love them, and I get to see them a couple of times a year, but I'm not especially close like some people are. I've never been to a formal family reunion. I don't have daily or even weekly phone conversations with aunts, uncles, and cousins. As I type, I'm sitting in a hospital room with family members that I feel greatly distanced from. When mailing cards and invitations, I have to ask for or look up my grandparents' addresses. When I think about how close other people are to their family members, it makes me a little sad.

Then I remember the close relationships I have with people I am not biologically related to. I think about Mr. Frank, to whom I am not related, but in every other way feels like a grandfather. I think about Bro. Ron, who probably can read me better than most people and basically helped my parents raise me. I think about Alison McCarthy who is miles away, and whom I haven't seen in several years, but whom I incredibly miss and love to catch up with. I think about Aaron, who said to me the other day, "We don't have anything in common except for the Thing that matters most." I think about Mallory who lives on the other side of the world, who I can still pray with and love like a sister even though there's no biological relation.

I realize that all of these cases are so because of the bonds I share in Christ with each of them. I realize that my unbelieving friends and family can't know such special relationships with people. It saddens me for them, for I know that my closest friendships and relationships go far beyond phone calls and face-to-face encounters. We have a common goal, and one day will spend eternity worshiping Him together. Jesus, the One who holds all things together, makes us one in Him. He spans the oceans that separate, He allows for commonality when there seems to be none, He makes room for more at the family table. I'm so thankful for my family in Christ.

God-Given Talent

The talent in the people of Grace Community Church never ceases to amaze me. Tonight was no different. The students at church had what they called "Night of the Arts" where they displayed original photographs, sang and played songs, showed videos made on the computer, and even brought a sword and shield that one guy is in the process of making. I don't have time to explain it all now, but it was really neat to see how so many people are using the gifts and talents God has and is giving them to do thing unto Him. Mind officially blown...

More than just a band-aid...

I feel like I never watch TV anymore. Most of the time, that's a really good thing. Other times, namely, when I do watch it, it's a weird thing. Today, I sat in the Toyota dealership for nearly 3 hours while my car was being serviced. I could have kicked myself because I didn't have a book with me. An individual can only read so many Time Magazine articles in three hours, so for about 45 minutes, I let my mind veg on Dr. Phil.

Today's episode was entitled "New Year's Changes", where he had three different interviews with people who wanted to change something about either a family member or a friend, if not themselves. The first lady wanted her husband to stop calling her degrading names, the second lady gave her husband a 2 week ultimatum to choose fidelity, and the third story was evidently so pathetic that I can't even remember the scenario. :/ Anywho....

While half-way watching and hearing what little I could, given the noisy atmosphere, God quietly spoke to my heart. "Sarah, you know that I'm the only One who can bring about real change." Isn't it so true?! I mean, we spend all this time making New Year's resolutions and mulling over crises in our lives, determined that we must be able to do something to make everything better. No! There is only One who can fix broken things. He's the only one wise enough to know all the answers. He has the only power that can bring about any real change.

There are things in my life that I want to be different. I have family members struggling with stuff, and I wish I could help them. There are people who treat me one way, and I wish they were more respectful and considerate. Sometimes singleness can mean lonliness, and that's never a fun thing. I wish I could make all these things better, but then I'd be God, and God would cease to be amazing. I reckon I should let Him do His job, for He does it best. Father, I trust You to take care of things. May my heart believe this just as much as my mind does. May my actions prove that I believe in You. Father, please forgive me for having a lack of faith and so often trying to take things into my own hands. Help me trust you.

The weather in Nashville is crazy. I moved here in August 2009. The winter of 2009/2010 brought more snow than Nashville had seen in years, or so I was told. Then there was the flood in May 2010 when it seemed to have rained more than ever before (now, I realize it our good friends, Harpeth and Cumberland). I think I've seen it snow more in the past year and half than I've ever seen in my life. Maybe that's not entirely true, but that's sure what it feels like. It has flurried several times in the past couple of weeks, which is incredibly exciting for someone who has seen it legitimately snow (not ice) only a handful of times in her life. Today, December 12 (yes, BEFORE Christmas) it's snowing again. Only this time, it's sticking! I feel like a little kid. I'm pretty sure the last time I saw a lot of snow, not counting last year, was during Spring Break (!!!) in 2008. Again, that was in TN, and you never know what the weather will do here. I guess we will wait and see what the rest of the day brings!

Pictures: top, Nashville, Winter 2009; middle, Millington, Spring 2008; right and bottom, Nashville, Fall 2010

Question mark inside or outside the quotation marks?

Dear Grammar Fairy,

I have a few questions and concerns, and I felt it best to write you, directly. As I'm writing this, the clock on the wall shows a late hour, so to save myself the headache of trying to compose the following thoughts into a cohesive, flowing letter, I'll simply number them, and you can do with it what you will.

1. Please tell me that I'm not alone when I cringe at the incorrect usage of "your" and "you're".

2. Can you please differentiate between "despite" and "in spite of"?

3. Let's remind all people that, "Then tells when."

4. Perhaps you, of all people, have reason to inform all how to spell "grammar".

5. When sentences are ended with prepositions, my face grows sad.

6. I must confess: I often improperly use pronouns when talking about me and others. :/

7. Comma splices.... :(

8. Could you instruct us how to correctly use the -- in a sentence?

9. Brownies are done. People are finished.

10. What's up with the homonyms and homophones in the English language? I mean, seriously!

I'm sure there are more, but for now, I'm headed to bed. School ends tomorrow, and I couldn't be any more excited!!!!

Toodles.

Life, Recently

I've been in a whirlwind of emotions over the past week. While spending joyous, long-awaited, greatly anticipated, much needed time with my family, I was soberly convicted and reminded of the reality of Heaven and Hell in the death of a girl I grew up with. Over the past few days, I've had to beg for God's forgiveness in not ministering to her and others I was around every day in school. I've had to come to terms with the fact that I'm not responsible for her death, but I do have a responsibility to those around me. If I don't assume this weighty responsibility, I'm very much in the wrong, and I'll have to give an account to God for that. Oh, that I may be like the moon, reflecting the sun so that others see Him alone when they look at me.

I've found myself, several times over the past week, being very judgmental. Pride creeps up and voices a betterment over other people. Lies from the Enemy want me to believe that my sin is insignificant compared to that of others. I've found myself disappointed in someone--not because I was upset with him, but because I felt embarrassed. Complete selfishness. As a friend reminded me a few days ago, the only difference between my sin and the next guy's is that mine hasn't been exposed yet. How true that is! I always find it such a bittersweet time to have the Lord convict me. I know that He disciplines His children, and I know that sin would be no big deal if I didn't have the gift of salvation, but seeing more of the depths of my depravity is so painful.

While life has been somber the past few days, it's also been absolutely chaotic. I have only 3 days of class before the semester ends, but I have tons of work to be done in that short time. Sometimes, it seems completely overwhelming. To make matters worse, when I feel like I've gotten ahead, something else comes up and smacks me in the face. Today, I felt like I had a good handle on the subject matter. I felt very prepared, even telling one of my classmates that I had some "rocking awesome ideas". My teacher didn't agree, and told me that she felt it was not my best work and that there was a chance I needed to redo the assignment. It was her professionally polite way of saying that I possibly failed, but she'd "let [me] know by the end of the day". :( We do have two chances to pass the huge grades like today's, but I was looking so forward to being that much closer to the end. On the way home, through the tears, God reminded me with His faithful, loving words..."Sarah, be careful where you stand. Take heed that you do not fall."

Several times recently, regardless of how the events of life are playing out, I've been reminded of a song that I've grown to appreciate. It's words were written by Charles Wesley in the 1700's, and they remain so rich today.

Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne

I really feel like this has been the cry of my heart over the past few days. Saying that, however, I struggle with feeling that way, because while I'm eager for His return, I feel like I'm not content with the now. I feel like I don't make the most of every opportunity today. I feel like there's much left undone--things for which I'll be held accountable. I struggle with knowing how to balance these two things out.

Your thoughts?

Sam Well

Because Griffin turns 18 on Wednesday, I thought I'd bring out some photo memories that I have of the two of us. There are some that go much further back than these, but I don't have virtual copies of them. I'll attempt here to use these pictures to tell some of the reasons why Samuel Griffin Metcalf is, by far, one of my favourite people on the planet.

10. You want to talk about silly? This kid is the definition of silly. He, however, keeps me laughing. I can be in a terrible mood, and a single word from him causes nothing but laughter. There have even been times that he's the very reason I'm in a bad mood, and within 5 minutes, he cracks me up.

9. Although he's the younger of my two brothers, he takes care of me as if he's years older than I. About two years ago, he jokingly assured me that he would do a background check on my next "friend". That's our relationship. We can mess with each other, but if outsiders mess with one of us, the other one will be on you "like a spider monkey".

8. He's willing to hang out with my Garrett and me. When the three of us are together, we have insane amounts of fun. Inside jokes beyond what you can imagine, and we make one incredible Catch Phrase team!

7. He's had pretty big changes in the past year or so, and overall, he's adapted well and been compliant with my parents. He had to leave a school and friends that he loved. He moved to a different state--a state he knew nothing about. He had to change churches, too. He knew no one except my parents,

which I'm sure, was rough. Through it all, though, he's made comments about knowing that he's still under mom and dad's authority, so he supports whatever God calls them to do.

6. Griffin loves people, and he can make a friend out of anyone. It's awesome to see the heart God has given him and is continuing to shape to be so welcoming and loving to those who too often are overlooked, ignored, and mistreated.

5. I miss him. Lots.

4. He's smart as a whip. The kid rarely has to study for anything. At the top of his class, he's not your typical geek. Yeah, he's a self-admitted nerd at times, but he's such a well-rounded kid. Everybody likes him. He sets a good example for those around him, not putting up with people's crap. He's very much one of the most popular kids in school, and such is so for good,

healthy reasons. How often does that happen?! You know what I mean? Most popular kids are popular because they are willing to compromise their standards on the weekend, because it's "cool" to rebel, and such. Griffin's different. He's cool, but this is true because he's such a good kid. He's kind, he's smart, he's athletic. He has a backbone. He's the whole package.

3. He's not afraid to be himself.

2. He has instilled in me a desire to be healthy--to eat more healthy foods and to exercise on a more regular basis. He's all about running, and he's an absolute beast when he runs. I'm nowhere near his calibur of physical fitness, but he helps me be a healthier me. Even though he's way more in shape than I, he is patient with me and makes a point to include me when we are together. One time, he and I went for a run. Even though he could have runs lots faster than he did, he intentionally ran more slowly to stay so I wouldn't be alone. It took a great deal of humility to do that. I'm telling you...he's awesome.

1. He loves the Lord. To hear him pray or discuss the things God is doing in his heart and life is such a blessing! He will make such a great boyfriend and husband, some day. I'm so proud of him for not giving into dating before God ordains it time. If you can't tell, I'm pretty stinkin' proud of Griffin. It is such a great privilege to be his sister! Happy birthday, Giffeh. I love you!

I want to be praying for...

submission to parents - vision - character - a shepherding king - strength - power - a warrior - faith - wisdom - a mentor - heart - love - a friend - a protector - a defender - gentleness - servanthood - courage - respect - accountability - submission to God's authority - accountability - genuineness - faithfulness - commitment - time spent with God - a guide - a provider - dedication - a hard-worker - mercy - investment in the younger, less mature - transparency - honesty - willingness to listen - sharing of successes and failures - connection - deliberation - consideration of others - balance - communication - authenticity