Archive for January, 2010

January 31, 2010

celebrating my friend’s success


Stop by my pop culture blog every day this week and get to know my best good friend, Cerella D. Sechrist, author of Love Finds You in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Cerella will be sharing personal stories, pop culture favorites, and even participating in the challenge of writing about One Word. Plus, there will be DAILY GIVEAWAYS! Check back daily to join in the conversation and celebrate the release of Love Finds You in Hershey, Pennsylvania.

a week with Cerella D. Sechrist
Learn more about Cerella D. Sechrist by visiting her blog at The Cerella Life.


January 27, 2010

one word: more



I’ve mentioned here before how much I love bright, shiny things and how tempted I am to make impulse purchases and spend far too much — even when spending for a valid reason or good cause. It is my nature to want and to do more. I’m the first to tell you that I have an obsessive personality. Just enough is just not enough. It’s too little. I work to perfection, I overdo almost everything, and I’m always thinking about what else there can be rather than settling into what already is. I’m the kind of person who can easily miss what’s right in front of her. And I often do. It’s not easy for me to be still and just live in the richness of the moment. But God is always at work in me.
During the past year I’ve become deliberate in how I view the world around me. I’ve taken time to unplug from the busyness, and I’ve challenged myself with a daily project designed to turn my focus outward and see all the beauty that exists around me. I’m learning to appreciate the moments of each day. And I’m learning to make do with what I have right now. I’m still obsessive and still have an addiction to “want,” but God is helping me channel those traits into more productive outlets. For now, that’s enough.

This post was derived from the list of inspiration words gathered on Ali Edwards’s blog and from the concept of writing about one word.

January 21, 2010

celebrating my parents

weddingToday my parents celebrate 43 years of marriage. A very long time ago they made a verbal promise to each other, in front of me and my sisters, to never divorce and to work through anything that threatened their relationship and us as a family. As their oldest child, born only two years into their marriage, I’ve been witness to some critical moments in their partnership, and I’ve seen them fight vehemently to restore harmony. I’ve seen tears and anguish and mistrust and honest, wrenching pain, and then I’ve seen them come through all of it into a more stable, more loving, more deeply committed relationship than either probably ever imagined possible. They are a true success story and a testament to making it work no matter the cost. I am blessed have witnessed this. I am blessed to have such an example in my life. The fact that they are now stronger, healthier and more in love than ever before is not lost on me, and should there come a day when I find myself considering marriage I will have no fears and no rose-colored views. I’ll know exactly what to expect and what will be required of me. Because of my parents, I know that love can last a lifetime.
Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad! We are so blessed that God gave us to you.
dance   Colorado   Christmas

January 21, 2010

journaling the journey

Long have I felt the need to journal my thoughts and my prayers, my lows and my highs, though I am not dedicated to daily diaries just for the sake of writing them. Instead, I keep a few journals around the house and jot down major thoughts or strong impressions that seem important to document. Sometimes I don’t even realize it’s important but I find myself needing an outlet to quiet my mind. Through the years I have learned that even without daily entries my life is a record to be studied and learned from anew. I can open any of the journals from any previous year and find words of joy and despair and anguish and celebration. More often than not, my journal pages are filled with extreme emotions rather than mundane details of daily life. And yet, even without the balanced times in between, I can see clearly the journey I am taking.
Just this morning I was reminded once again of how important this is for me. Rereading the pages from 2009 reminded me how faithful God was to deliver my spirit from despair and worry during a year of unknowns and uncertainty. My life is an open book of fulfilled promise. I remember only moments now that peace and joy have been restored, but my journal is a reminder that every day counts toward the bigger picture of God’s faithfulness. Without those written words, this would be easy to forget.
God took that lesson further this morning when I closed my journal and opened His Word:

I love you, God — you make me strong.
God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight.
God made my life complete when I placed all the pieces before him.
When I got my act together, he gave me a fresh start.
Now I’m alert to God’s ways; I don’t take God for granted.
Every day I review the ways he works; I try not to miss a trick.
I feel put back together, and I’m watching my step.
God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes.

Psalm 18:1, 20-24 (The Message)