beauty

Up In Smoke

A little over a week ago, I had a moment. Here’s the back story…

Brandon and I both had a crazy week… my beloved was working ridiculous hours since it was his duty week as Senior Drill Sergeant (See: really early mornings, late/tiring nights) and I was running like a lunatic trying to keep up with more church activities/duties than anticipated.

Our backyard needed to be mowed. It is a small, little yard and we really can’t justify spending a couple-hundred bucks on buying a mower… If we play our cards right, we only need to mow about once a month anyways. When we have “time” we borrow a mower from our sweet neighbors.

However, our schedules didn’t allow for that and I didn’t want to make our neighbors do it for us. (They are busy people too.) So I contacted a small local business to do it. I’ve used them before and they do a great job. Just $10 to mow our yard. No biggie. (And still cheaper in the long run than if we actually bought a mower.)

Long story still long… I wasn’t going to be home when they were coming to mow on Saturday, so I agreed to “hide” the payment on the grill in our backyard.

Unfortunately, they weren’t able to make it on their scheduled day. No biggie, right? They were going to come on Sunday. Worked for me. I left the envelope with cash in its hiding spot so I wouldn’t forget to put it back the next day  before they arrived.

Saturday evening, Brandon finished out his duty week and came home at a semi-decent time. (AKA in time for supper.) We hadn’t really gotten to spend any time with one another for the last week, and he had to work another 24 shift on Sunday. So we decided to cook supper together.

Preparations began. Suddenly, I heard Brandon call me from the backyard… “Uh, Sharita???”

Oh no. The grill.

Sure enough, I rounded the corner  just in time to see the faint resemblance of a 10 dollar bill turn to ash and be whisked away by the breeze.

Our money went up in smoke. Literally.

Brandon thought it was hilarious. (Cue deep belly laugh.) Me? Not so much. I was working really hard on keeping our budget in check… and my beloved simply didn’t understand that those tiny ashes could have  bought me two (maybe three) servings of Fro-Yo at Chill. Or two skinny mocha-lattes at Starbucks… Or, or, or…

What do you do when things go up in smoke?

It’s funny now. (Kinda. At least my bitterness for the situation is fading.) And I know you are laughing. But sometimes it isn’t funny when things go up in smoke… Like our plans. Like our dreams. Like our money. Like our relationships.

When those go up in smoke… it can be painful. But I have good news. Notice the keyword in all of those? OUR. Our plans. Our dreams… Not God’s. God’s plans never go up in smoke. God’s dreams for us never fail. God’s love for us never runs out.

Nobody can send God’s goodness up in smoke. Not even The Enemy.

Have you ever had something go up in smoke? How did you react?  How do you handle the disappointments in life? Don’t be shy… Share your thoughts here.

If you feel like your life right now is similar to that poor $10 bill on the grill, take heart. God has you covered. He has a fire extinguisher on hand. Submit to His plans, His dreams, His love… and He will save us from going up in smoke.

Beauty in the Ashes,
SGK

“The smoke of the incense, together with the prayers of the saints, went up before God from the angel’s hand.” –Revelation 8:4

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Say Good Morning

Who do you tell “Good morning” each day?

Are you the kind of person who springs out of bed, raring to go with the “today-I’m-gonna-change-the-world-attitude?” Or are you the person that others understand if they approach you before your morning cup-o-joe, they might very well get shanked?

Either way, whether you are the happy-go-lucky or gimme-coffee-now or somewhere in between kinda person, you can always say good morning to one person: God.

God desires to hear you speak to Him. It doesn’t have to be out loud (unless you want to.) But I have personally started making it a habit to say a mini-prayer each morning before I roll my fuzzy-haired self outta bed and before my feet hit the floor. It is very simple really. “Good morning, Lord. Thanks so much for giving me another day– I pray that WHATEVER I do today can be for your glory. Amen.”

Sometimes I add in “special requests” like if I already know that I am going to need extra strength/patience etc for the day… But the cool part about talking to God that early it that it helps remind me of my daily purpose: To glorify him.

Fortunately for us, the “Good Morning greetings” aren’t always one-sided… God sometimes answers me back a few minutes later in my Bible study or maybe even on my run. OR, as He did this last weekend in the cabin in the mountains, he says GOOD MORNING in a big, beautiful way, before I even realize what’s going on.

The above picture was the view I woke up to last Friday morning– it shone through the window at the head of our bed at the Sans Souci cabin near McCaysville, GA. (The snap-shot from my camera phone totally doesn’t do it justice.) It wasn’t a painful “ARGH, the sun is UP and BLAZING in my face, why aren’t there curtains here!” But rather it was such a loving gentle way to awaken my husband and I during our anniversary celebration. I literally whispered back “Wow. Good morning to you too, God.”

That was easily one of the coolest good morning greetings I have gotten from God in quite a while. And do you know what? It totally made my day? I have been holding onto that awesome image for days now, remembering that is love and glory is all around us, every single moment– we just have be willing to offer a greeting and look around!

Do you give God a chance to greet you and say good morning each day? What does that look like for you? Is he shining through your window? Or looking back in the bathroom mirror? Does he peer at you from the bottom of your coffee cup? Is He singing to you through your car radio? Or maybe standing at the school bus stop as a bunch of smiling kids during your morning walk/jog?

Each day is a chance for you to glorify Him. Look around for Him. Greet the day with Him. Open up your heart and say GOOD MORNING!

Risin’ and Shinin’ for His glory,
SGK

“May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us, that your ways may be known on earth, your salvation among all nations. May the peoples praise you, O God; may all the peoples praise you.” –Psalm 67:1-3
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Behold the Beauty (Part 1)

Confession: I am not overly excited to write this blog post. But God isn’t leaving me alone about it (surprised?) so I suppose it is time to put on my big girl panties and git-er-done.

I have been marinating on this post topic for a good 13ish days now– probably longer if you count the days before I actually made it a “draft” on my blog notes. It’s an important topic, but pretty touchy for most folks. Also, it tends to be ridiculously complicated. I have a sneaky feeling that this topic is going to require at least three separate posts. Ok, enough of the self pep talk. It’s go time.  Let’s talk about beauty.

When I say beauty, I am not talking about the Rocky Mountains or a tropical beach. Yes, those are God’s wonderful and beautiful creations, but this post (and subsequent ones)  are specifically about a different type of beautiful creation. YOU. Yeah, you. Right there. Staring at the computer screen. Raising your eyebrows. Seriously.

As far as I am concerned, we have a distorted perception of what it means to be “beautiful” in this country. Today, we are going to cover some of those misconceptions and the complexity of this subject. Then hopefully (prayerfully?) we can discuss some of the “truths” associated with beholding beauty in future posts (especially from God’s point of view.)

In the last month, I have had several different girls blatantly tell me that they didn’t believe they were pretty. “I am not beautiful,” said one. “I am uncomfortable in my own body,” said another. “If only I could lose ____ pounds, then maybe I would look good.”  When I heard this, I didn’t know if I should burst into tears or shake them until their teeth rattled and say “WOMAN, ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!” What has happened that typical, HEALTHY, normal and beautiful women now consider themselves not to be beautiful? It simply breaks my heart.

Before I go any further, let me clarify something. I think there is a big, huge, twisted wad of tangled mess that involves beauty, health, vanity and insecurity. (See, I told you this was complicated!) I am not gonna to lie– I still struggle with this kind of stuff. Generally speaking, I would like to say I am pretty. Not in a vain way, but in a normal way. I really like my nose, my eyes, my toes and my hair. But I am still insecure about some things, like my hips, although they are “growing” on me (in a good way.)

There is something you need to know about me. My self perception varies with time and mood. Yes, some days I get out of bed, look in the mirror and literally think “Lord Almighty… You are gonna have to help me with this today.” Other days, I feel gorgeous–and will straight up verbalize the statement “I feel pretty!” Do you do that? You should. Because you ARE pretty. Say it as a thank you to God. It isn’t vain to acknowledge that He made you beautiful… you can believe and embrace your beauty with a humble and grateful heart without sounding like a vain little heifer–I promise!

For the most part, my working out and eating right is a quest to be HEALTHY. Not to be more “beautiful” by small(er) pant sizes or lower numbers on the scale. There was a time about three years and 50lbs ago that I was anything but healthy. I was living in denial. I didn’t feel beautiful primarily because I wasn’t healthy. I was a glutton. And I paid for it.  But even now, I hear comments from folks who ARE healthy and naturally beautiful, yet act like they are a sister to the Cyclops– scary and ugly. That is simply untrue!!

There are a lot of different ways that people measure “beauty.” Some interchange it directly with health, which I think can be dangerous. Apparently somebody started a rumor that uber-skinny is the best place  to be beautiful and healthy (if you ever find the person that said that 6′ 1″ and 103 lbs is pretty, please send them my direction… a shanking is in order.)

It terrifies and saddens me to see the girls who have such a distorted view of their body that they take “health” and what they deem as beauty so far to the other end of the spectrum that they develop an eating disorder that could literally kill them. They look so fragile, like if they sneeze they will crumble. What has happened that so many believe that skinny is the only way to be beautiful?? And we all know that it isn’t external factors that makes us beautiful… but more on that tomorrow.

I like my curves. I really do. I believe I am beautiful, right now, today, sitting in my chair in a t-shirt, messy ponytail and no make-up. Yes, I would require grooming before a job interview, date night, or hypothetical photo shoot. That said, I still want to be a little healthier– maybe even to the point where I can legitimately run without wanting to take a nap (or throw up) afterwards.  (Sidenote: I remember the point in my life when I literally couldn’t walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded. I give God the glory for the transformation, bringing me to a healthier self!) But even through all that– I never convinced myself I was “ugly.” None of us are “ugly.” It is perception. And we are children of God. Pretty little children!

 

When I was in the process of deciding my “healthy weight,” I once referenced the Body Mass Index Score based on my height… Well, after I got done laughing hysterically, I concluded that I was either going to have to grow six inches or aim for a more attainable weight that I personally would be comfortable in. Don’t get me wrong– if you are a gal (or guy) that falls within your “healthy” BMI, that’s AWESOME. But I want to reassure those who fall on “my” side of things that honey, you are STILL beautiful– no matter what that number says.

Please folks… Hear me when I say it… I am begging you… KNOW that YOU are beautiful. Note that I didn’t say perfect. Pretty sure Jesus was the only perfect person that ever walked the earth. And many wouldn’t say that his beaten, bloody and broken body hanging on that cross as He took His last breath was his most “beautiful” moment. But it was– it was the most beautiful picture of love we will ever see. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder… Behold your beauty, my friend… God made you beautiful!

SGK

PS– Stay tuned for tomorrow’s continuation of this topic when we discuss more about beholding ourselves– and others. Buckle up… We are gonna go deep.

“The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord.” –Psalm 45:11

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