Thursday, March 20, 2014

a whirlwind of teaching.

life's been a whirlwind lately, and God's been teaching me alot. each time i think i'm getting a handle on life [here], another change rushes in and im left spinning in circles once again.

-i've been learning about the messiness of life lately. i don't think it'd be honest for anyone to say that their life isn't messy, because even the holiest of saints still carries their share of human garbage. sinking your hands into the guts and recesses of human life is difficult, and you're bound to get some stains in the process.

-a life following Jesus means a life of dying to yourself so that Christ can resurrect Himself in you. it's a process, and a difficult one, but we have nothing to fear in death. in death, Christ can shine through and make known His presence. we sacrifice for our own good, but even more for His glory.

-the gospel of Jesus >>> the gospel of Keti. i could write a whole post on this one (you know what, maybe I will..), but basically it boils down to, who's gospel am i preaching? when i "stick up" for myself, for my rights, as a woman, an American, a youth, am i doing it in a manner that shows Jesus' love? or am i doing it just to prove my point? to get my way?

-the physical is just a disguise, and everything earthly is temporary. these bodies are really only shells for the souls inside, and most of the important things that happen, we are unable to see with our limited physical vision. we walk in the spiritual world but often don't even fully realize it or take it seriously.

-raising kids with another supervisor is almost like being married and having children. you have to learn to sacrifice, pick up the slack, and back one another up, or else you're not really going to get anywhere.

living in community takes an endless amount of guts and honesty and willingness to listen. but at the end of the day, i'm so grateful for this opportunity to work and serve right in the middle of where God has placed me. all glory goes to Him.

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