This is something I wrote back during my Sophomore year in College. I was digging through my Lakota stuff to find some definitions/translations and ran into this. Weird how stuff pops up when we need to see, read, and/or hear it most...but anyway, obviously it left and impact with me. So go ahead and read this with it directed to you. Obviously when I wrote it, I had it to me, Elizabeth =) but I think it'd be a good one for all of us to read as a reminder of our Father in Heaven. Love you all!
(To You),
Hi there! I just wanted to remind you that I love you. You are my amazing and beautiful child. No one can love you more. I love you so much that I gave you a great family and awesome friends to spend time with. Just don’t forget to spend some time with me. I always am and always will be right next to you, just waiting to talk. Nothing you do can ever make me love you less. My love for you is Eternal. I love you ↔ this much. So just remember that even though the world can seem so dark and mean and that nobody has a care in the world for you – that I care for you. I care for and love you more than anyone can understand. That is because you are mine. I made you and I love you. If you ever have any doubts, just ask me. I’ll be here with out-stretched arms to take you in and to tell you just how spectacular you are. So really, just know and remember that You Are Loved!
God
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Sisterchicks
In the past, not much good has ever come out of a gathering only involving a large group of girls. There was a tendency to experience drama, gossip and backstabbing. No wonder I was hesitant to sign up for Sisterchicks (a Christian women's gathering for my church and anyone else that wants to come). As last night approached, I was excited for it, but a little anxious. Speaking to my mom helped ease my tensions, but it was also hard to look forward to the evening when I had no idea what to expect.
I was going into this whole thing blind, with only bad past experiences knocking in the back of my head reminding me what it "could be like." I did know of about 4 other women that were going to this with me, which helped me relax a little bit, but I also had heard that you aren't allowed to sit by people you know and you keep moving tables and mixing with people.
Let me interrupt this by saying I was a HUGE TOM BOY growing up. At school, if I wore jeans and something other than a sweat shirt, people thought I was dressing up and had something important to do or go to. Most of my friends have been guys. I was the football and wrestling manager and very active in the FFA (only girl in my class out of about 20 other classmates). Being surrounded by females was not something I usually viewed as "fun."
However, as I walked into the church last night, I recognized the relaxed feeling that everyone had. It was similar to when I walk through the doors into my church on a Sunday morning. It was so welcoming, even by people who had no idea who I was. As soon as we got in the door, there were party gifts to make and the most amazing fruit punch I've ever had. Yes, we had to mix tables and table mates, but it was never awkward. There were ?s we had to answer to (as Pastor Trav would say...) "break the ice." Then we dove into the reality of the situation, God's love is meant to be like our love for chocolate.
I was going into this whole thing blind, with only bad past experiences knocking in the back of my head reminding me what it "could be like." I did know of about 4 other women that were going to this with me, which helped me relax a little bit, but I also had heard that you aren't allowed to sit by people you know and you keep moving tables and mixing with people.
Let me interrupt this by saying I was a HUGE TOM BOY growing up. At school, if I wore jeans and something other than a sweat shirt, people thought I was dressing up and had something important to do or go to. Most of my friends have been guys. I was the football and wrestling manager and very active in the FFA (only girl in my class out of about 20 other classmates). Being surrounded by females was not something I usually viewed as "fun."
However, as I walked into the church last night, I recognized the relaxed feeling that everyone had. It was similar to when I walk through the doors into my church on a Sunday morning. It was so welcoming, even by people who had no idea who I was. As soon as we got in the door, there were party gifts to make and the most amazing fruit punch I've ever had. Yes, we had to mix tables and table mates, but it was never awkward. There were ?s we had to answer to (as Pastor Trav would say...) "break the ice." Then we dove into the reality of the situation, God's love is meant to be like our love for chocolate.
Chocolate is a comfort food. God can be that comfort for us. However, if we grab onto a piece of chocolate to get us through the tough times and think we can handle it ourselves, we'll only get a mushy mess in our hands of melted chocolate. Experience God's love through chocolate and let him be our comfort along with the sweet treat will all love to hate =)
Moral of the Story:
"Taste and see that the Lord is good. Oh, the joys of those who trust in him!" Pslam 34:8
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