Saturday, August 28, 2010

Fighting the White River

Today Isaiah and I finally got the old boat registered and put out on the White River. If you don't already know, we seem to always have an adventure whenever we get out on the boat. I even got my ear pierced on one trip.

I think this was the first time we've had the boat on a real "river", though we've been on a few creeks with it. It hasn't rained here in a while, so the river is way down and doesn't have much flow in most places. It was only about a foot deep in many places so we didn't use the big motor. We did run into some floaters and one of the girls was singing "Father Abraham." :)

We made our way upstream pretty well until we got close to the bridge. We saw some boaters flying down the stream on their canoes and we realized that we were in for a ride. Our little trolling motor couldn't push against the current, and even though we tried rowing as well as using the trolling motor it just wasn't working. We were going backwards.

We gave up and turned around.

That same trolling motor that couldn't move us forward was now moving us with ease as we went with the current. We even caught some small mouth just trolling. (Should have took pictures, but I didn't have my camera or my phone.) It probably took us an hour to get up the river and 20 minutes to get back. Life is just easier when your moving with the stream.

I'm a stream fighter by nature. I like to push. I want to fight through the test. But sometimes, it's just smarter to stop fighting and enjoy the ride.

When do you make the decision to quit fighting? How do you know when to push through and when to enjoy the ride?

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Beautiful Things - Gungor

Sometimes the sadness is overwhelming.

And yet the Lord is gracious.


My brother has spent this week in Florida with his in-laws after the loss of a nephew. We have hurt and prayed for my brother's little girls as they deal with the loss of another cousin.

It's not right, little kids should not have to hurt like this.

In the midst of this pain my brother shared a song with me that he said had really ministered to his in-laws during this time. It's called Beautiful Things by Gungor.
All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make me new, You are making me new

Such a great reminder of hope in the midst of Sadness.


Sunday, August 15, 2010

Even If I Fall

I love to find a song that the very first time I hear it, I love it.

We were spending some time with my brother in Decatur and he mentioned a song that they sang at camp. He said they were having a hard time singing How He Loves, but this song became the camp favorite. It's called Even If I Fall by Mike Cowart.

The chorus is:
(Ladies) -
Even if I fall, I'll rise again for You are my God
Even if I fall, You lift me up

(Men) -
When You're with me, I will rise up
When You lift me up

The lyrics are simple, but a great reminder that there is always hope in Christ. I can't wait to do this at The Heights.



Cross-posted at The Heights Blog

Sunday, August 08, 2010

He Never Said It Would Be Easy

Some weeks are just harder than others. Sometimes life throws you curves or sliders, or even the dreaded knuckler. I don't enjoy weeks like that. Recently, I often find that Monday's after a long weekend are harder, not for the usual reasons necessarily, but because on those Mondays I really seem to exam myself and where I am at and why I am here and most of the time I come up short on the answers.

Those days I need extra grace.

This week I read this from Habakkuk...

17 Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, 18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior. 19 The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights.

The Lord reminded me that He gives strength, in the worst of times and for me, even on those dreaded Mondays.

Cross posted on the Heights blog.