Ten Reasons Why I am A Shameful Person

I made two mistakes tonight. The first mistake was deciding to lay down at 5pm for a little cat nap. The next and most vital mistake was ignoring my 6:15pm alarm. My little catnap turned into hours of supremely amazingly awesome deep precious in-love-with-my-bed kind of sleep which involved some drooling… (not to mention a break inbetween to watch Amazing Race Canada!)

So here I am! 1:00 a.m. and ready to take on the day! Good thing my classes don’t start for twelve hours *sigh*. Time for some frothy milk. I’ll get back on ‘normal’ sleep schedule tomorrow; don’t worry mom.

Don’t really know what to talk about. Hmm… I refuse to complain about how things don’t go my way anymore (surprise – did you see that coming?),I  don’t want to talk about the weather because that depresses everyone, and I don’t feel like typing out what I did all summer because I’m not sure if that would take too long or take too little. Confusing, I know. And if people actually care – that’s the underlying question with everything.

What about another top ten list? That seemed to be fun last time. How’s this:

Ten reasons why I’m a shameful human being:

1.       I have eaten cereal three times a day just so I didn’t have to do dishes. On more than one occasion.

2.       I am Queen when behind the wheel. Red light – your fault. Didn’t turn on your signal light on? Your fault. I cut you off completely? Your fault.  I won’t let you in when you’re coming off an exit? You’re problem. Going too slow? Your fault. I’m going too fast for you? Your problem. See where I’m going? I’m a bit of a jerk sometimes.

3.       I only drink milk out of a glass maybe 10% of the time. If you come to my place – don’t have milk if you don’t want to get cooties.

4.       No matter how hard I try, I cannot force myself to come to like raw vegetables.

5.       When studying, I come up with the most inappropriate acronyms to remember things that I wouldn’t even be able to admit it to my best friend let alone a pastor.

6.       I’ve definitely ordered pizza delivery… just for myself.

7.       I’m such an awful person that I’ve yelled at elders before to hurry up and cross the street (don’t worry, at least my windows were rolled up). Thanks a lot grandpa for teaching me to say, “hurry up you old bitty!” when I was only three years old (at that time, no, the windows were not rolled up) oops.

8.       I have no problem telling people to be quiet if a good song comes on the radio. (I’m starting to think I just have no sense of respect while in a vehicle… hmmm)

9.       I’ve definitely gorged down an entire ice cream cone in the driveway before. No explanation necessary. Oh, while on the topic of food, I’ve also shoveled in an entire bag of popcorn before even the trailers hit the movie screen.

10.   I’ve definitely had to wash the same set of clothes in the washing machine five days in a row just because I kept …. “forgetting”…

What’s your top ten? List a few below in the comment section so I don’t feel so weird about myself :)

Glorifying Grace

Last night I was asked by someone if I wanted to check out some bands that were playing at Vic Park. Being reluctant, I felt it just wasn't “my kind of crowd”. So I hummed and hawed about it all day and questioned how uncomfortable I would feel if I had gone. I finally got tired of arguing with myself and texted up a friend last minute and said, “Hey, up to go to Vic Park?”

I didn’t know at all who Tim Neufeld & The Glory Boys were. All I knew is that today was just going to be a bunch of Christian bands playing pretty well all day today here in Regina – Praising at the Park.

Well. I had a really good time. Here I was worried about it being weird and uncomfortable – but I couldn’t have felt more comfortable with this crowd; this unity. This, everybody's crowd.....

I guess there’s more to this cheesy post than about a simple band singing. I was feeling discouraged this week from a lot of things. I’ll spare the details but let’s just say instead of easing back into routine – I’ve been shaken up like a pepper shaker and dumped all around on a bundle of worry sandwiches (haha).

Had I known the problems were not plural, perhaps this week would have gone smoother for me, my eyes opening that there is a solution available to me. The problem?

Me.

I was missing a very pretentious point… Give it all to God. For Jesus said, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” [Matthew 11:28-30]

You see; we are all slaves to Jesus. Jesus wants us to give us our troubles – so we can have rest. “For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Why am I constantly fighting against it? I cannot do it on my own. How can I forget this? He is here if I allow Him to be.

My goal for the next let awhile? Stop trying to take control of my life.

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life [25]…. Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious add a single hour to his span of life? [26-27] But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you [33]. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. [34]” Matthew, chpt. 6

Amen!

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