Proj366

Man, I remember typing up my last 366 post thinking I would have more time the next week to do some posting.... Not so.

Maybe next week??

Saturday night... March 10th - late night reading session of the final book in the Hunger Games trilogy. Two separate strangers I spoke with today brought these books up in conversation... Have you read them yet?

All photos taken via instagram, @chrisklas or online!

Project 366

Sorry we're a day late/early! 

366 prompts: "Favorites" with My Captivating Images & "Close" with Naptime Momtog & Chic Homeschool Mama.

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Are you kidding me?

Caution: Soapbox ahead

There are some things that make me stop in my tracks and say.... We're worshiping the same God? How can that possibly be? For a girl who loves music (and Jesus) - it is unfathomable to me to think that you can make a difference by outwardly offending and condemning. How could that possibly lead anyone to the saving grace of Jesus Christ?

I don't care how racy or inappropriate a musician's message is: telling them God hates them won't make friends easily.

It boggles my mind.... Here's a little more background:

If you disagree, read this book:

What a beautiful story of redemption and grace. It can happen. And picketing is not the way. When Brian Welch became a Christian he flew to the Jordan River to be baptized... can you imagine?

I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people— for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all people to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth.

I Timothy 2:4

On Walden Pond

So my life has been filled, as of late, mostly with a little chaos and a sprinkling of disorder. Now that my whole family knows I suppose it is fair to say that my husband and I put in an offer on a house (!!) My first thought is "Scratch off #2. Own a Home & #23. Feel like a grown-up (because good grief! That's a lotta moola!!)" However...

We were bought out. It was the "Home of the week" and someone else made a cash offer that the owner couldn't resist. Boo.

I could probably give you a million reasons why we NEEDED that house; why it HAD to be the perfect one for us. But in truth - I was anxious that it was a little more than we were hoping to spend and simply put... It wasn't the house for us.

And now we're left in the wake of things. The dreaming of more. All the things we could have and do. "Life would just be better if we were in this house..."

I need a respite. I need a break from all of that "want". Yesterday my respite came away from blogging and keeping a strict "blogger schedule..."

And, a trip to "Walden Pond"... In truth, I went down to the lake, took out a canoe, brought the dog along and ran the canoe aground in a secluded spot...

I brought with me some books fully intending to read a little bit of each of them but found I got lost in the one I needed most: "Living Simply: Choosing less in a world of more"

Within Heim's book she quotes sixteenth-century French writer Francois Rabelais - "For he who can wait, everything comes in time." Why can't I believe that? Why do I rush into wanting more more more...

Last Friday I listed things I loved and it lifted my spirits to remember there are good things in my life. But, they are THINGS after all... Are there ways I can simplify and eliminate some of this need for "more" or "bigger and better"? 

I love my family. My husband and all those extended.

I love the smell of the fresh air coming right off the lake.

I love the joy that came from the guy who launched his boat, blasted his country music & shouted "Yee-haw" as he sped off.

I love my puppy who loves me and just wants to be close - even if I'm reading.

I love the sound of the crashing waves - trying to lull me to sleep.

I love the strength I build in my arms when I have to paddle the canoe by myself (haha... that one's a little sarcastic)

But seriously - these are all GOD-given "things" that are more perfect and lovely than anything I can buy...

"Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify. Simplify."