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Who am I?

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When I was baptised almost two years ago, the only thought in my head was, “God, take the wheel.  Because I feel like I’m going to lose it, and I need you to take care of my mess.”  I already believed in Jesus as the way to heaven.  I had already done the repentance thing.  I was confused and distraught and tired, oh so tired, of the constant back-and-forth-and-round-and-round: “am I saved?  What if I’m not?  How do I know?”  So finally, I just decided to give it all up to God, to trust in Him as the only way to heaven, and to make Him lord of my life.  I gave Him the mess (though, being me, not without trying to untangle it a bit more myself first) and said, I trust you.  Do your thing.

In the time since, I’ve gone through considerable growing pains, not one of which I would trade though I’d hate to repeat them.  The toughest thing so far has been embracing the best parts of being redeemed by God.  I find it so easy to believe bad things about myself, to judge myself, to put myself down.  It’s tough for me to accept all the beautiful things God says about me.  But my pastor made a beautiful point at an evening devo this summer: What God says is true, REGARDLESS OF WHAT I FEEL!  Whether I believe it or not, God is bigger than my faith.  He is greater than my emotions.  He is beyond my self esteem issues.  So what am I waiting for???  I am making a conscious decision today to write all the things God says about me on my heart.  I will replace my self image with my God image.  I will reject my own understanding in favor of my Father’s.

In God’s eyes,

I am pure.

I am God’s child.

I am Jesus’ friend.

I am a joint heir with Jesus, sharing His inheritance.

I am united with God and one spirit with Him.

I am a temple of God.  His spirit and life live in me.

I am a member of Christ’s body.

I am a Saint.

I am redeemed and forgiven.

I am complete in Jesus.

I am free from condemnation.

I am a new creation in Christ.

I am chosen of God, holy and dearly loved.

I am established, anointed, and sealed by God.

I do not have a spirit of fear, but of love, power, and a sound mind.

I am God’s co-worker.

I am seated in heavenly places with Christ.

I have direct access to God.

I am chosen to bear fruit.

I am one of God’s living stones, being built up in Christ as a spiritual house.

I have been given exceedingly great and precious promises by God by which I share His nature.

I can always know the presence of God because He never leaves me.

God works in me to help me to do the things He wants me to do.

I can ask God for wisdom and He will give me what I need.

These things are true of me when I feel gross and cranky.  They are true when I feel like an awkward mess.  They are true when I hate myself for being weak and selfish.  They are true when I beat myself up for being prideful.  They are true no matter what, despite me or beyond me, because of God’s love and because of the sacrifice of his son.  And they are true of each and every one of his children.

Adapted from http://www.christianlifecoaching.co.uk/who-you-are-in-Christ.html 

Autumn Crafts!

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How I spent my Saturday night…

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I LOVE autumn.  LOVE.  And one of the best things about this season, at least from my point of view, are the apples.  Crisp, sweet-and-tart, and oh so versatile!  I love pretty much any recipe that showcases this beautiful fruit, but I’ll refer you to Elise for some of the most stunning examples.  Bon appetit!

Apple Season

Emily Dickinson

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I recently discovered the poetry of Emily Dickinson.  I’ve got to be honest, the vast majority of poetry does nothing for me.  I have a particularly bad memory of struggling through selections of Byron’s Childe Harold in an undergrad literature course, effectively ruining epic poetry for me.  But this summer I happened to pick up an approachable-looking volume of Emily Dickinson’s poems, and I was blown away by the simplicity with which she conveys such profound, beautiful observations about life, death, nature, everything.  I have decided to post a few of my favorites here, and I hope you enjoy!

LOVE’S BAPTISM
I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I’ve finished threading too.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto supremest name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existence’s whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father’s breast,
A half unconscious queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
And I choose — just a throne.
BECLOUDED
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
XXI.
There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
‘T is the seal, despair, —
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death.
FROM THE CHRYSALIS
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.
XVII.
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.