The Simpaticostic Life

Lately, I've been seeking out Jesus and pouring my heart to the lover of my soul....

And this song sums it up.



Why did I ever stop?

(Thank you to everything who's encouraged me.... especially Somewhere and Ylsh. Somewhere, you are my love. Ylsh, you are the sister God has blessed me with.)

I haven't really thought of this much before, but have you ever thought of the talents you could miss if you are not surrendered to Christ?

Not a reason to follow Him...

But doesn't it make sense that under the guidance of the One who created dance, what a better dancer one could be?
Or to have the voice of the Creator in your song?
How about being shown the intimate details of molecules by the Grand Designer?
Your hands caring for others under the gentle touch of the Healer?

I've had people say about some of my friends "Oh they are so quiet, but when she's singing for Jesus! I've never heard such a strong voice." "When she's dancing in Christ, it's breathtaking."

Why act outside of that? Why not pursue purity and grace under the Savior? What is there to lose that wasn't rubbish to begin with?

Colossians 3:23-34
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.

I've been talking to my best friends.

Josh.
God.
Sylver.
Mom.
Ava Mom.
Grandmother.

And it's been so good.

Life is hard. It can suck. Love of money is the root of all evil... and money, the root of a lot of frustration. But...

Josh has inspired me:
To look for wisdom even when you know it will hurt. Even when your soul cries "No! no... I don't want to look anymore, I don't want to struggle anymore", to shake your head at yourself and simply say "Lord, this hurts. I'm worn out. But God, once more, I will ask for wisdom and strength. I know this is insanity. But I will ask once more."

Sylver has inspired me:
1.That life isn't just about our hurts. There are others who are hurting and need love. What better way to mend our sorrows than to love?
2. To wake up and praise. To wake up, and seek the Word.

God has inspired me:
(Through Josh) That He loves me. Right now. That I am beautiful and whole to Him. Not one day. Today. And there's nothing I can do about it.

Mom has inspired me:
To carry on. And cook cheap. :-p

Ava Mom has inspired me:
Through the fable of the wind and the sun. The wind and the sun argued over who could make the man remove his cloak first. The wind said he would just blow it right off. But the more and more he tried, the tighter the man clung to the cloak. The sun, he simply was himself and shined.
Satan tries to get us to let go by blowing and blowing, which really just makes us cling harder.
God, if He takes away one warmth, He gives us another.

Grandmother has inspired me:
That you never know just how bright a card from home can make someone's day. They are important.


I am inspired.

"...but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child that finally decides our fate."
~ President Obama, Inaugural Address, Jan. 20th 2009

Is it not amazing that he said that in his speech at the very beginning, and now just two short months later, his major moves have include a huge press to take away a baby's right to life.

My heart is torn.

*Excerpt taking from The White House blog

Ever been to a big bash? Perhaps you know them as a dance, party or ball?

I have. They are a lot of fun. :-)

The word "bash" has another meaning though. When we talk about our friends, enemies or in betweens and just tear them to shreds with our words, we refer to it as "bashing" them.

Ever heard of a "husband bash?"

I definitely have. They seem so nice.

I'm not going to lie to you and say "Josh never gets on my nerves."
He does. It happens. Life should go on. But man are there times I just want to tear into him while talking to a friend. I just want to rant and rave and go on and on about how he did this or that. Cause I am just so perfect and deserve to do that? Right? Right?

Big, fat WRONG.
(See how it's big and fat?)

I snap. I bite. I make snide remarks. I'm selfish. I'm mean. I'm prideful.

And it hits me every day. When I think of how Josh annoys me sometimes, normally in that very same day, I do the exact same thing to him. Some people may say "that's fair." I sure don't. I say "love me this way!" and then my very actions show I do not hold that as the definition of how I should love him. How hypocritical. How disgusting.

So here's how the two bashes tie together.

I view a husband bash like I view what could be called spring break clubbing. Its a big dance floor, with lots of people, half of them drunk banging into each other, dancing provocatively, and basically just doing actions without thought. And that's kinda the purpose. It feels good, you're being sexy and acting like there isn't a care in the world to bother you. For most, it's moments of desiring attention from others, and having that desire filled. And again, I'm not going to lie, there are times in my life that its seemed like a lot of fun.

Now imagine a salsa couple, dancing, together, alone on the dance floor. Each is trying to make the other look good. Each is acting off the others strengths, and weaknesses so both flow together in beauty. Granted, that's a very sensual dance, but it portrays my idea well.
(Another I thought of was an old-fashioned ball room dance. Either works for my point.)
This is how we should be to others. Not that I'm saying "oh just act like everything is okay." To be a great dancing team, it takes hours and hours of practice. It takes knowing each other. It takes building up together. A team would be no good if one went around pointing out the others weakness to all other teams. Granted, I talk to my mom, grandmother and best friend when I really need to just talk some stuff out. They are not other teams, they are coaches. I trust them to be the type to say "you can't change others, you can only change you."

So what kind of dance do you want to do?

Has anyone pushed the little "blue wheelchair man" next to a capikta or how ever you spell it?

If you haven't...

Dooooo it.