choose to live.

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We always talk about how we’ll “wait” for our future husbands. We write articles, blog posts, even entire books on this subject. We make promises, commitments, vows.

But you know what? I’m not waiting.

Yes, I am saving myself physically for my future husband, and am committed to staying pure, but I am not waiting for my life to start until I find Mr. Right. My life is now.

I choose to live. To do. To work. To serve. To pray. To study. To impact people. To go on adventures. Make phone calls. Drink coffee. Play with kids. To live where the quiet things are. Read lots of good books. Try new things. Pursue beauty. Be messy. Do hard things. Stand up for the weak. Write out my heart. Find freedom and grace in Christ. To walk with Him, footprints in the sand, caressing these precious moments I will never have back. Heart beats strong, lungs breathe deep, and I plunge into the waters of life. I will laugh. Cry. Fail. Succeed. Right here. Right now. I choose to embrace my life as it is, fulfill my calling, to live all out for the glory of God, because life is either a great adventure, or nothing.

This is my purpose. This is what I was meant for. This is the meaning of life.

 

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oh, darling, do not fret …

Do you ever wonder how far fretting ever gets us?

I wonder. I wonder hard, and long, after a strenuous and trying week of finals, now that I have the time to breathe and think and ponder on sun-kissed days.

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And I read those feel-good verses or messages that say to not stress so much, but still most days I find myself just… frustrated.

And I chuckle, and wonder if that person ever had a worry in their life.

But maybe we all have those moments, yes? Those moments when we realize that the constant stress, the constant worry, the constant fret wears the soul down over time, like waves on the rocks by the shore?

Maybe it’s even a mode of our own self-destruction?

“Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; Do not fret—it only causes harm.”

Psalm 37:8

It’s always easy when the seas are smooth. But there comes a time when our once-strong hearts have to face the bitter storms that come our way.

And at times we wonder if we will drown?

“So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind,[c] he was afraid, and beginning to sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.” 31 Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” 32 And when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.”

Matthew 14:22-33

Oh, you of little faith.

Yes, you, that girl who woke up Monday morning, getting ready for school, and the dreaded final to come.

Yes, you, that girl who cried that morning.

Yes, you, that girl who sometimes feels like you have to be perfect, have to ace that final, or else.

Yes, that girl who had to pray and pray that she would not cry during that final.

All that stress amounted to nothing. I aced my test, which is great. But there is one lesson I have had to learn over and over again through the years.

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Everything is in God’s hands.

(Fret not.)

the heavens declare the glory of God

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“The heavens proclaim the glory of God.

The skies display his craftsmanship.”

~Psalm 19:1

Do you ever take a moment to stop and realize how God has filled this world with so much beauty?

When we were at the coast this weekend, my camera caught images of flowers and sand and rocks and such, but it just took my breath away when my lens captured this.

And it still takes my breath away.

How much detail He put in every flower, every sunbeam, every rock, every sunset … sometimes it makes us stand there in awe, to pause, and wonder, and to be wooed by the Creator of all things? Wooed to draw closer to Him, and to admire His glorious handiwork?

Aaaah, yes.

So maybe tonight, grab a cup of coffee and sit outside to watch the sunset, and breathe in the moment? Take a look at all the beauty we’re surrounded with, and utter a prayer of thanks?

oh, beautiful one …

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Here is a *lovely* post I found from here, which I thought I would share with you for Valentines Day. This has greatly encouraged me, as a single, young woman, and I hope it encourages you too! 🙂

Beautiful One

by on February 14, 2013

My Beautiful One,

I saw you try to hide those tears yesterday.  It wasn’t easy because you were sitting in a classroom, surrounded by your peers.  What luck, you thought, that the girl next to you had just sprayed copious amounts of perfume and you could blame wet eyes on an allergic reaction.

You’re getting really good at hiding behind false pretenses.  You laugh with your friends about not having a boyfriend.  You tell your small group at church that you are purposely holding out for the right guy.  You even fill pages of your journal with verses about waiting, applauding yourself for persevering through these months and years with no romantic interest.

But, I see behind the carefully crafted masks you wear from day to day.  My heart hurts for the tears you shed, the painful things you tell yourself, the rejection you feel. How can I help you see the carefully crafted woman you actually are?

When you look at yourself, what you see are imperfections.  When I look at you, I see the time and effort I put in to shaping every one of those so-called imperfections.  I see a capable woman, full of strength and dignity.  I see a woman with beauty forged from brokenness.

Beautiful One via @KindredGrace

How can I help you understand that My plans for you are bigger than a boyfriend, more elaborate than a date?  I know the wait is painful and perplexing.  I don’t fault you for those tears.  Tears happen, but I want to be where you turn when your eyes begin to leak.

Come to me, My daughter.  My love can dry up those tears, can bind up wounds, and can heal the broken-hearted.  I will gladly help you navigate this season and, if you let Me, I will lead you down a path you never imagined was possible.  Can I show you My plan, one step at a time?

The way won’t be easy.  But I have a steady arm to cling to and a sturdy shoulder to cry on when tears are unstoppable.  You don’t need to hide your struggles from Me.  Give them to Me and I will transform them into strength.

Though this road I’m describing will be rough, I can assure you that you are in the best hands.  My hands will hold yours.  My hands will guide your steps.  My hands will protect.

My hands made you, My beautiful one. I won’t let anything or anyone crush My creation.

I love you.

 Abba