The weather today is undeniably perfect in just about every way. At least, perfect in every way for a non-rainy, non-foggy day. Those are the best days. But for a sunny day, this is perfect.
It hasn’t gotten above 67 degrees today in the sweet little town I live in, the sun is slanting in through the tree across the yard at just the right angle to make me thrill with the knowledge that the earth is at just such a situation to proclaim “autumn!!” to this part of the world, I’m drinking Twining’s Earl Grey tea out of a lovely green mug that some dear girls gave me a week or two ago when I was really sick, I’ve gotten lots of things accomplished today in spite of feeling quite ill (I blame the crazy amounts of antibiotics I’m on–those things kill), and I got my camera out!
I’m one blessed girl.
Do you ever feel like you couldn’t love Jesus any more than you do at that very moment. And yet the very next moment you are filled with an even deeper adoration for Him. And you just want to fall down and worship at His feet, while simultaneously you are hardly able to contain yourself from shouting His name to anyone who might hear. And you feel like you’re about to burst, and you can’t stop yourself from talking about Him to everyone you lay eyes on?
That’s me today.
I wish I could say that that was me everyday. Why do I want to tell my curly hair secrets to every girl I see who has curly hair that could use some help, but I’m not willing to tell people I see who obviously don’t know Jesus about the One who loves them more than anyone could possibly love anyone? Why am I scared of what people will think of me? I look at myself sometimes and am ashamed that I’ll make a fool of myself for so many other reasons–I get the urge to sing loudly in the aisle of Wal-Mart, and you couldn’t stop me if you tried. I tell a random stranger at the drinking fountain “don’t drink all of it!” and they look at me like I’m crazy. I hug total strangers in the grocery store. I go weeks and months without shampooing my hair (curly hair secret alert!) and people think I’ve gone totally crunchy/granola. And I don’t care what anyone thinks of me in those situations. And yet I find myself unwilling to talk to the person in line behind me at the grocery store about the Love of my life. Why?
I refuse to continue on like this. I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ. If I am truly in love with Him, how could I help but tell everyone I know about the One whom my soul loves?
It’s been frustrating to me, because the desire is there to talk about Him freely to those who may not feel the same way about my King as I do, and yet I’ve allowed fear in this area to rule my life.
It cannot be.
I’m proclaiming to the world at large right now that I have found my soul-Husband. I have fallen deeply in love with the Creator of the universe. He is mine, and I am His. I want to be a fool for His sake. I want people to know that I’m completely captivated and have eyes only for Him. I don’t care what people think about me.
And I’m also here to proclaim to the world at large that the little town I live in better watch out. They’re going to hear about the One my heart is totally ravished by, because I can’t keep silent any longer! I want everyone around me to know without a doubt where my affections lie. I want them to personally know the One who holds the world in His hand. I want them to experience the love of a perfect Father. I want them to realize that there is victory! Oh, there is little doubt in my mind as to why the gospel is called the good news!
And yet I think there could be a better term for it.
The best, most exciting, awe-inspiring, beautiful, majestic, freeing, adoration-producing, life-changing news that ever fell upon human ear.
How could I not want to share that with every single person I come across? I have a treasure, and I want to share it.
A year and two days ago I was hugging my family and friends goodbye in the Denver airport.
One year ago today, I had flown across the ocean, spent 12 hours in Germany, and was now landing in Uganda.
I took a deep breath as the wheels touched down on the runway.
I was in Africa.
I still, a year later, haven’t yet found words to describe the emotions that were going on inside of me. The emotions that are still running rampant in my heart.
God gave me a lot that day.
A burden in my heart.
A depth of love that I had never experienced for people I didn’t even know.
A true peace, even in the face of huge “unknowns”.
Glimpses of joy in the face of desperation, poverty, and desertion.
Visions of God’s heart that I still haven’t yet comprehended.
A deeper desire to know my God.
The reality of what it would truly mean to spill ones life for the glory of God.
And lots and lots of memories that are still working in my heart and life to draw me ever closer to God.
(as an aside: I’m not allowed to post direct pictures of the kids that I worked with while in Africa, but, believe me, if I was, you’d be completely inundated. Completely. Inundated.)
Pictures, that is. I mean, days, of course, too, but . . . I’m venturing on a get-better-with-your-camera-by-doing-a-photoshoot-every-day-with-a-specific-purpose-in-mind spree.
Follow my photographic journey over at my Tumblr!
I, of course, decide to start the day after I’ve been slammed into bed with the stomach flu and thus have just about the busiest day ever because of the catch-up work I have to do. But . . . what better day to start perfecting something than today?
A bowl of fresh peaches, coming right up!
*edit* Sorry, folks, about the links. They’ve been fixed now!