tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227875282024-03-12T19:51:31.708-04:00Sleepless in Atlanta"People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
-Maya AngelouJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-75219874926948317012013-06-21T09:08:00.000-04:002013-06-21T09:08:34.018-04:00Daily Detox Debrief: The Other Side<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Y'all...I think I'm gonna make it!<br />
Insert my face in the pic above, and that's pretty much how I feel today: Awesome.<br />
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If you're just joining me on my processed food detox, you can catch up <a href="http://www.sleeplessinatlantablog.com/2013/06/gone-crazy.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://www.sleeplessinatlantablog.com/2013/06/daily-detox-debrief-hangry-much.html" target="_blank"><span id="goog_1644040692"></span>here<span id="goog_1644040693"></span></a>.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">DAY 4</span></b><br />
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Someone call the national inquirer, because that's a frickin' miracle people. I'm just sayin.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>DAY 5</b></span><br />
I actually woke up early enough to see the sun rise this morning. (<i>and if you know me, you know that's no small feat</i>) I got up feeling completely energized, even though I only slept for 6 hours. I even got in a little workout for the first time in a while, and it felt good. (more on my fun new fitness tool coming in a later post) I'm down 2.5lbs on the scale and honestly feeling the best my body has felt in a long, long time.<br />
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Did I mention that I got up at 6am on my day off? Who am I?!?<br />
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Here's the kicker folks...today is supposed to be my last day of the detox. <i>Supposed</i> to be. But I feel like my body is just starting to feel the benefits of this purge so much that I have decided to extend it for another week. I know, I know, don't call the looney bin...I haven't lost my mind quite yet. I've never gone this long in my life without sugar, gluten, dairy (cheese, I do miss you so), meat...I just want to see what purging it out of my system really can do for my health.<br />
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So hang with me, or better yet...join me! I dare you. What have you got to lose?<br />
(<i>except maybe some sugar and that muffin top</i>) :)<br />
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Well...I can pretty much sum up the first two days of this fast with one word: <b>HANGRY</b>. </div>
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(<i>no, that's not a typo...I didn't mean to say "hungry" - I meant hangry, as in...I'm so hungry I'm angry.</i>)</div>
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To give you the full rundown of the rules for my week-long processed food detox, </div>
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1. <b>No solid food</b> (processed or otherwise)...just Fruit and Veggie Smoothies for all three meals.</div>
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2. <b>No coffee</b> (but green tea is ok)</div>
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After doing tons of research online and reading smoothie recipe after smoothie recipe, I decided to create my own. (btw, I decided on smoothies vs. juicing because with juicing you lose more nutrients) </div>
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Here's what I came up with:</div>
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<b>Jamie's Green Smoothie</b></div>
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1 Handful of ice</div>
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2 Cups of water</div>
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2 Heaping handfuls of Spinach or Kale (or mixed greens)</div>
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3-4 Strawberries</div>
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1 Small handful of blueberries/raspberries</div>
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1 Banana</div>
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1 Apple (sliced, no core)</div>
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1 whole carrot (or 5-7 baby carrots)</div>
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1 Tablespoon of Almond Butter</div>
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1 Tablespoon of Flax Seed Oil (with Omega 3)</div>
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5 Prunes (for well, you know...)</div>
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1 Cup of Almond Milk</div>
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I threw it all in my awesome Ninja blender (that thing can chop!). And to make it easier for me (and eliminate excuses), I went ahead and pre-prepped smoothies for the rest of the week by dividing the ingredients (minus the almond milk, almond butter & flax oil) into ziplock baggies and put them in the freezer.</div>
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So here's the lowdown on how it went...</div>
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I was hungry. Real hungry.</div>
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So hungry that I did, in fact, sniff the wrapper of a fruit roll-up for five minutes (or more), just so I could pretend I was eating it. Did I mention I did this in the middle of a meeting in front of my whole team?</div>
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I was so pathetic that I couldn't make it through the entire day, I caved and ate some leftover chicken for dinner...served with a whopping side of guilt. I went to bed determined to do better the next day.</div>
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This day was like sheer torture. Not only was I still hungry, but our staff team had a "team outing" - at the Braves game, of all places. I can't count the number of hot dogs, burgers, fries and nachos that walked by me, wafting their amazing aroma...almost taunting me. Add in a caffeine headache and I was par for the course. It took everything I had to say no to all my ballpark favorites, but I begrudgingly did it.</div>
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As if that wasn't tough enough, we had small group that night at my place and I had to make the sweet treat and appetizers...talk about torture! You don't know desperate until you see me with Reese's Peanut butter bars in my hands (baking them, of course) and I can't eat a. single. one. Oy.</div>
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I'm happy to say today was <i>much</i> better. No caffeine headache, and I made it all the way through! I felt fairly content most of the day, and I even found myself salivating over my dinner smoothie and not the food in the pantry. I don't feel nearly as tired as I did the first two days. I think we might be making a little progress! </div>
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Take that, toxic food! It's time for you to get out of my system!</div>
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And I can't eat any of it.</div>
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Jesus take the queso coated wheel...I swear I can do this!</div>
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Life is crazy. Crazy I tell ya.<br />
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It's crazy that the last time I posted on this blog was almost 2 years ago.<br />
It's crazy that the last post I wrote about then talked about the qualities in a wife that I wanted to one day be able to reflect.<br />
It's crazy that now I <i>am</i> a wife. What?!<br />
It's crazy that all of a sudden I feel like my body is starting to fall apart.<br />
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Apparently once you get married your body decides to crap out on you....did you know that? I've already had one cancer scare in the last year, and now i'm facing some thyroid issues and have to have a biopsy on that as well. What the heck body?! What are you doing to me?? I've hardly been sick my entire life (heck the only time I've ever had surgery was to have my wisdom teeth removed), and all of a sudden within a year I'm being attacked left and right. Not to mention that the first 6 months of marriage has brought on the wedded equivalent of the "freshmen 10." Heck. No.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I love married life. <i><u>Love</u> it</i>. But I have yet to figure out a rhythm. A rhythm of schedule...of exercise...of eating well...of really, well all of it. I'm not sure why I thought that merging two lives wouldn't be this complicated, but I'm realizing it's going to take longer than I thought. (good thing I'm enjoying the challenge!)<br />
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So this week I decided I'm done. I'm done with feeling and eating like crap. I'm done with being tired and overloaded. I'm done with making excuses for why I haven't worked out more than one day a week in the last 6 months. It's time for a change.<br />
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I've been researching lots of things the last few months...clean eating, juicing, smoothies, detoxing, the effects of processed food on our bodies. The information out there is fascinating. The more I read, the more I realize just how much we poison our bodies with the toxic chemicals in processed food....me being one of the chief consumers of it. Then after watching the documentary "Fat, Sick & Nearly Dead" (see video below) I decided a good healthy "fast" of sorts is what I wanted to try first.<br />
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I knew I needed to get all the processed food out of my body, so I'm starting with a five day fruit/veggie smoothie fast. All I'm allowed to have are these smoothies I've made.<br />
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No processed junk.<br />
No cheese dip.<br />
No cupcakes.<br />
No coffee.<br />
No way am I going to survive...<br />
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So here's your invitation to join me on the journey....if for nothing else, but a good laugh (and some accountability for me). I started this on Monday, so tomorrow I'll give you the rundown of Days 1-3. Join me if you'd like, or maybe just cheer me on...if you know how much I like sugar and despise vegetables, you know i'll need it.<br />
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Here goes nothin!<br />
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<br />Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-25349750695758469362011-08-09T23:49:00.004-04:002013-05-15T17:35:43.730-04:0030 Days of 30: Day 19 - Best Question Ever<div style="text-align: center;">
When I was a little kid, I remember being asked over and over and over, <i>what do you want to be when you grow up</i>?</div>
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I also remember my answer changing just about as often as I change purses (and if you know me, that's pretty darn often). I wanted to be an astronaut, a rock star, a lawyer, a dancer, an actress, a writer, a teacher, the president. Let's just say I was an ambitious child...maybe even a little bit of a dreamer. :)<br />
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I also remember being crushed for a period of time when I realized that I could never be one of the things I dreamed of. <br />
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For a while, I had determined that I was going to be an astronaut. I wanted to walk on the moon, fly into space, and of course eat stale, crunchy ice cream. But when I found out that all astronauts must have perfect vision and no asthma (two things I am lacking), my dream was grounded faster than a space shuttle re-entering the earth. As quickly as I had dreamt it up, my future "identity" had been destroyed.<br />
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What I learned as I grew older though, is that people should have been asking me <b><i>who</i></b> I wanted to become rather than <i><b>what</b></i> I wanted to become. <br />
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There's a huge difference. <br />
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There are careers we can strive for that are unattainable, unsustainable and temporary...but character is always within reach and always boundless. No matter what state our health, our home or our economy is in, we can never be unwillingly stripped of our character. It is defined by the daily choices that we alone choose to make. <br />
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So now, the question is...<i><b>who</b> do I want to be when I grow up</i>?<br />
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There are two lists of qualities I refer to when I define who I aspire to be. The first, Proverbs 31, is a great chapter about being a (future) wife and woman of noble character:<br />
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"<i>A wife of noble character who can find?<br />
She is worth far more than rubies.<br />
Her husband has full confidence in her<br />
and lacks nothing of value.<br />
She brings him good, not harm,<br />
all the days of her life...<br />
...She sets out about her work vigorously;<br />
her arms are strong for her tasks...<br />
...She opens her arms to the poor<br />
and extends her hand to the needy...<br />
...She is clothed with strength and dignity;<br />
she can laugh at the days to come.<br />
She speaks with wisdom,<br />
and faithful instruction is on her tongue...<br />
...Many women do noble things, <br />
but you surpass them all.<br />
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;<br />
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised</i>."<br />
-Proverbs 31: 10-30 <br />
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Talk about a tall order. That's some pretty lofty goals listed there. Inevitably all of us women will fall short of one or more of these qualities in our lifetime, but what a heck of a character to always strive for!<br />
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The other list I refer to is something my good friend and former boss, Joel Thomas, suggested that we create annually. It's called a "To Be" List. It's a list of about 5-7 character traits that we would like to be known for, with accompanying scripture. I keep this list near me and refer to it often as a means to keep myself in check. Here's my current list:<br />
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1. <b>PATIENT</b>: "<i>Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him.</i>" -Psalm 37:7<br />
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2. <b>HUMBLE</b>: "<i>He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them His way</i>." -Psalm 25:9<br />
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3. <b>COMPASSIONATE</b>: "<i>This is what the Lord Almighty says: administer true justice; show mercy and compassion to one another</i>." -Zechariah 7:9<br />
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4. <b>DISCIPLINED</b>: "<i>The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline</i>." -Proverbs 1:7<br />
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5. <b>JOYFUL</b>: "<i>Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.</i>" -Psalm 100:2<br />
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6. <b>GRATEFUL</b>: "<i>Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus</i>." -1 Thessalonians 5:16-18<br />
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So who do you want to be when you grow up</i></b>? <br />
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<span style="font-family: mistral;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Jamie</span></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-84317036181368627832011-08-09T00:03:00.000-04:002013-05-15T17:36:01.006-04:0030 Days of 30: Day 18 - Unexpected Blessings<div style="text-align: center;">
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"<i>I can't imagine anything more worthwhile than doing what I most love. </i></div>
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<i>And they pay me for it.</i>"<br />
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I'm not gonna lie...there has not been a single day in the last five years that I haven't looked forward to getting up and going to work. (ok, well maybe not the day I had the stomach virus...but that was for different, obvious reasons) <br />
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However if you had told me 10 years ago that I would be working in ministry, at a mega-church, mind you, I would have probably laughed in your face and told you to put down whatever crack you were smoking because it was making you say ridiculous things.<br />
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Funny how things change, huh?<br />
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It turns out, the place I least expected to be is the place I find myself most content. Most at peace in knowing I'm right in the center of God's will for my life right now. Right where I am supposed to be, even if it is not where I planned to be. <br />
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If you and I were to sit down for coffee and I were to tell you my story, the list would be about a mile long of the ways that North Point Ministries has affected my life and my faith. When I found myself walking through the doors for the first time nine years ago, I was a broken, hurting mess. But God met me in a place where I didn't even want to go. <br />
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And there I found healing. I found forgiveness. I found restoration. I found what it truly looks like to have a <i>growing</i> relationship with Jesus...not just one where I tell Him what I want and try to do what I think is right. I found community. I found wisdom. I found a place that I wanted to give back to for all that it had given to me.<br />
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I found <i>home</i>.<br />
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And when the door of invitation opened up to leave the corporate world and step into full time ministry, I found what I believe is my true calling. To love, to serve, to do everything in my power to point people back to Jesus. <br />
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Sometimes I have to pinch myself and ask, is this really my life? Do I really get to do this for a living? What an honor. What a responsibility. What a blessing. This has by far been the most challenging job I've ever had, but also the most rewarding. I am grateful every day for our senior pastor, Andy Stanley, and the small team that took a leap of faith years ago to create a church that was unlike any other. And I'm so thankful for our staff leadership team who makes it their goal to invest in us as employees, as followers of Christ and as friends. <br />
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I love the fact that I get to serve Jesus for a living. <br />
It kinda gives the term "working for the man" a whole new meaning... :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: mistral;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Jamie</span></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-27129377469424843962011-08-03T23:16:00.000-04:002013-05-15T17:35:15.912-04:0030 Days of 30: Day 13 - ThumbprintsSo clearly I took a mini-hiatus from writing for a few days...sorry about that friends - weekend work retreat calls. But admittedly, it was nice to take a few involuntary days away from connection to any technology. <br />
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However I have found a way to catch up for the lost 6 days, and also cover 6 (ok maybe 7) very important people I am thankful for... <br />
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Who are these women?<br />
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They all, at some point in the past few years, have mentored me. They are women who have given of their time and their hearts to pour into my life, to offer wisdom and encouragement. They are women who are a little ahead of me on the path, but who are willing to show me what they've learned along the way. <br />
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They've laughed with me<br />
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And most importantly, they loved me...right where I was at. <i>But they've also loved me enough to not let me stay there.</i> They've helped me understand more of the woman I am and the woman I want to be. They've held a mirror to my face and helped shine a light on my path, and for that I am forever grateful. <br />
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They have inspired me to do the same thing...to invest in the next generation. To pass along unique insights and lessons that the Lord is teaching me along the way...maybe even helping to keep some young girl from making some of the same silly mistakes I made. But inevitably, helping to encourage and raise up a generation of women who seek Jesus, who seek wisdom, and who seek to continue to pass it along to the generation that follows them.<br />
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These women are a monumental part of my story and have forever left their thumbprints all over my life.<br />
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So here's my challenge for you today: <i>on whose life are you making an impact</i></b>?<br />
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"<i>Mentoring is a brain to pick, an ear to listen, and a push in the right direction."</i><br />
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<span style="font-family: mistral;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Jamie</span></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-82143539719699910292011-07-27T23:56:00.000-04:002013-05-15T17:36:27.307-04:0030 Days of 30: Day 6 - The Handbook to Understanding WomenMen, I have a secret tip for you... <br />
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Do you want to finally understand women? <br />
Do you want to know how they're wired, how they think and most importantly, what they want?<br />
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Well fellas, fear no more...I am here today to tell you that there are only two "handbooks" that you need in your pursuit to understanding the hearts of women: The Taylor Swift music collection and the book, <b><i>Captivating</i></b>. <br />
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Now after you quit laughing, and before you give up on reading this post, hear me out. Do you know why just about every girl loves a good Taylor Swift song (whether she admits it or not)? Because inside, we're all really still just a 15 year old girl at heart. And because she's not singing anything we're not already thinking...she's just bold enough to say it out loud. But if you can't deal with the chick music, don't lose hope...you still have the other book, which is what I am really dedicating this post to. :)<br />
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I am a self-proclaimed book nerd, and writing is my outlet...so there are numerous books that have played a crucial role in my personal growth. One of those books, hands down, is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Captivating-Unveiling-Mystery-Womans-Soul/dp/0785264698">Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman's Soul by John & Stasi Eldredge</a>. It's a book that eloquently encapsulates the desires that lie deep within every woman's heart...the desire "to be romanced, to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure, and to unveil beauty." <br />
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Just as every man has certain desires that make him come alive, these three elements are the core desires that make a woman come alive. Most of us women already know that. However, the beauty of this book is the fact that it so perfectly depicts all of the things women are feeling...the hopes, but also the fears. The good, the bad and the ugly parts of who we are and how we are wired. A lot like Taylor, it puts words to countless thoughts and feelings that many women are afraid to say out loud. <br />
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It's confirmation that we're not alone. <br />
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And to a woman, that's priceless. To me, it was not only affirmation, but a great reminder of how we're uniquely wired to reflect God within our femininity. And that, is true beauty.<br />
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Because whether we're willing to admit it or not every woman, at the core of her being, simply wants to know that she's needed. That' she's worthy. That when it comes to love, yes there are risks....but that she's worth the risk. <br />
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She's worth the fight. <br />
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She's Captivating. <br />
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"<i>Just like God, a woman is not a problem to be solved, but a vast wonder to be enjoyed...As she is sought after, she reveals more of her beauty. As she unveils her beauty, she draws us to know her more deeply. Every woman has a beauty to unveil. Every woman. Because she bears the image of God.</i>"<br />
-From Captivating by John & Stasi Eldredge<br />
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<span style="font-family: mistral;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Jamie</span></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-46532210428385871262011-07-26T23:36:00.000-04:002013-05-15T17:38:37.995-04:0030 Days of 30: Day 5 - Check Please!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's how God has wired me. I LOVE the idea of dreaming up and mapping out an entire plan, then seeing it come to fruition. Whether it be a party, a trip, an event, a goal...I thrive on taking a big picture, breaking it down into a feasible strategy and then making it happen. In fact, if you add up the money i've spent in my lifetime on planners, calendars and notebooks for to-do lists, well you just might be able to hire a personal assistant to track all that for me.<br />
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I also make lists. Lots of lists. I sometimes even put things on my lists that i've already done just so I can check them off and feel like i've accomplished more in the day (yes, I know they have support groups for that kind of thing...just call it the overachiever in me).<br />
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But even within my well thought out and highly anticipated plans, i've somehow always carried within me the capacity to go with the flow when things change at the last minute. I normally don't mind a little shift on the fly...it rarely, if ever, stresses me out or makes me mad. I'm an easy-going type of gal who can usually roll with the punches in a patient and placid demeanor.<br />
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...except when God starts messing with my plans.<br />
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Can we say hypocrite, party of one?<br />
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How in the world is it that I can be patient and flexible with everything and everyone around me <i>except</i> for the God who gave all of it to me in the first place? It's simple...I put my big God in a little bitty box without even realizing it.<br />
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In my late teens and early 20's I made a plan for my life. And in my mind, it was a good plan. It was what I thought I wanted...so of course that had to be what God wanted for me right? So I mapped out my dreams and goals and then set out guns a blazin' on my trail to follow my perfect plan. And what happened?<br />
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My plan failed. Miserably.<br />
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I found myself completely broken, attempting to pick up the pieces of what was left of my shattered dreams, all the while looking back and wondering what the heck I did wrong? I loved Jesus, I went to church, I talked to Him daily, I tried to be the best person I knew how to be...why didn't my plan work?<br />
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And then the light bulb went off...<br />
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In a moment of painful desperation I cried out to God asking why He took my perfectly good plan away from me...and it was as if I heard Him whisper "<i>because it was never MY plan for you</i>."<br />
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Ouch.<br />
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I finally grasped that all along, even though it was, in my mind, a good plan...it was just that. <b>MINE</b>. I went along my life doing <i>my</i> own thing, charting <i>my</i> own path all the while kind of asking God to just "check off" on <i>my</i> plan as somewhat of an afterthought. When in reality, I should have been doing it the other way around all along. I should have leaned into the desires of my heart, and then earnestly taken them to God, surrendering them to Him while patiently waiting for His direction and confirmation. <br />
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I learned (the hard way) that it's<i> ok </i>to make a plan for my life. It's<i> ok</i> to dream and to lean into those God-given desires of my heart...<b>but I need to be willing to loosen my grip and fully surrender those desires to God, and more importantly, I need to desire HIS plan over mine - no matter what it looks like.</b> And when I begin to get anxious or impatient, I need to remind myself to trust that He knows what's best for me...afterall, He can see much more of the big picture than I will ever be able to. <br />
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Do you know what I've realized in doing that? I'm not nearly as creative as I thought I was because my life since then is living proof that God has WAY bigger and cooler dreams for me than I ever had.<br />
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...<i>and I'm totally ok with that</i>. :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: mistral;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Jamie</span></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-18899101744410625242011-07-25T23:15:00.001-04:002013-05-15T17:38:25.406-04:0030 Days of 30: Day 4 - ForGIVEness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Close your eyes with me for a moment and reflect. (ok, maybe wait until after you read this paragraph first, otherwise this exercise is going to be exceedingly difficult to do) I want you to think of someone who has hurt you. I'm not talking about the kid in middle school who called you (and everyone else) brace face, I'm talking about someone who has truly, in every sense of the word, wounded you. <br />
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Maybe they lied to you. <br />
Maybe they betrayed you. <br />
Maybe they left you. <br />
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But in some form or fashion their actions, in your mind, justified a need for remorse. They've committed an act against you that warrants rectification. There is something that at some point, you feel they have owed you. There is a debt that needs to be paid.<br />
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Is your blood boiling yet? Take a deep breath and bear with me.<br />
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The irony of this situation is that in this scenario, unless you are willing to fully forgive that person (with or without an apology) <i>YOU</i> are the one enslaved to the offender. <i>YOU</i> are the one that will lie awake at night rehashing the situation, thinking through what you really want to say, if you had the opportunity to set them straight. And guess what? Odds are that they aren't losing any sleep over it. Guess what else? If just thinking about this person and this scenario is causing your blood pressure to even slightly rise, you're nowhere near close to truly forgiving them, no matter how much you think you've let go of what happened.<br />
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You see, the easy part is forgiving someone who is genuinely sorry. Someone who acknowledges the error in their ways and begs you for forgiveness. The problematic situation is forgiving someone who is not. Someone who either isn't willing to accept responsibility for their actions, or thinks they weren't in the wrong to begin with. How do you go about forgiving them? Do you forgive them? Is that even possible?<br />
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Learning this principle was a major game changer for me...so don't miss this:<br />
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<i>There is <b>FREEDOM</b> in unconditional</i> <i><b>FORGIVENESS</b></i>.<br />
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Forgiveness that is not earned.<br />
Forgiveness that is not solicited.<br />
Forgiveness that is not, in some cases, seemingly necessary.<br />
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If you look at the context of "forgiveness" you will see a very crucial word hidden within the text: <b>give</b>. I don't think that's a coincidence. True, unconditional forgiveness is not a feeling. It's a <i>choice</i> we make. It's a gift we have the opportunity to give...on behalf of the One who gave His life for our ultimate forgiveness. <br />
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Hidden within the confines of unmerited forgiveness are the offerings of grace, love and truth.<br />
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<b>Grace</b> says I will bless you even though you don't necessarily deserve it.<br />
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<b>Love</b> says I accept you right where you are.<br />
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So how do you know when you've truly forgiven someone? <br />
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For me, it was when I was able to sit down to pray for that person who hurt me...to genuinely pray for God to bless them and to know that I really meant it. It didn't happen over night. It wasn't easy all the time. But it was a daily (sometimes hourly) choice to cancel the "debt" I felt was owed to me, and to believe that God has much bigger things in this world for me to carry for Him than a grudge. <br />
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<span style="font-family: mistral;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Jamie</span></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-24832913074378495812011-07-25T01:13:00.000-04:002013-05-15T17:38:59.585-04:0030 Days of 30: Day 3 - My Golden Ticket<div style="text-align: center;">
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I love the airport. I love the whole process of packing a suitcase, going through the ticket line, sitting at the gate and people watching. Taking off on an adventure somewhere outside of your normal 9 to 5 daily grind. Exploring new cities and discovering new places. <br />
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But until about 5 years ago, I only enjoyed doing this within the continental United States.<br />
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Because it was predictable. Because it was "safe." Because it was <i>comfortable</i>.<br />
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When I was younger I made a list of places around the world I would like to see one day. But I never thought much of it because in my mind there were so many variables that were out of my control once I left the comfort of my home country. In fact, I used to always say that I never felt "called" to go on a mission trip. I fully supported missions and those who ventured out, but that just wasn't what God was telling me to do.<br />
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But it just wasn't true.<br />
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The reality was that I had felt a gentle nudge from God for a few years about taking a trip...but I chose, for a long time, to ignore it. And then one day, after watching a video in church about several teams who had just come back from trips all around the world, something clicked. I knew it was time to stretch myself and take a step out of my little box. <br />
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It was time to apply for my <b>passport</b>.<br />
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And when it arrived at my home, two days before my first mission trip, it might as well have been Willy Wonka himself standing at my door with the Golden Ticket. It was beautiful. It's fresh, blank pages just waiting to be stamped with remnants of adventures of a lifetime. It was my ticket to a new perspective. My chance to see the world through the eyes of someone else...to paint the picture of other cultures the way no book could ever do. <br />
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It was my opportunity to experience God in a whole new light. To stand with people in another country who are thousands of miles from me, who speak another language, but yet to worship the same great God is absolutely humbling and astounding. And to carry those friendships with me wherever I go, just makes this great big world that much smaller.<br />
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My passport is not just my ticket to adventure...it's my invitation to serve God in a way I could never serve Him at home in my comfort zone. It's my opportunity to shift my perspective of my reality I've created for myself in my own little corner of the world. <br />
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"<i>When we are on the receiving end, grace is refreshing. When it is required of us, it is often disturbing. But when correctly applied, it seems to solve just about everything.</i>"<br />
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Let me take you back to English 101 for a moment. Remember when you used to have to read a book or short story, and then pick out the underlying themes of said story? Well, if you were to look at the story of my life one of the major underlying themes would undeniably be the concept of grace...<br />
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...beautiful, tender, unsettling, all-encompassing <i>grace</i>. <br />
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Grace is the gift that can often only be truly valued, understood and given away in the midst of trials, brokenness and pain. But in the center of those dark times grace is the beacon of light. The reminder that we are loved by our creator in ways we will never be able to fathom this side of heaven. <br />
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In my journey of learning to give and receive grace, I've come to one conclusion: I always want to be known for extending too much grace rather than not enough. Otherwise I'm no less selfish than one who hoards their riches. I always want to be as generous in giving grace as the one who gave it to me. <br />
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Here's an excerpt from a blog post I wrote a few years back about the gift of grace - even in the small things...<br />
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<b>Today I am thankful for grace.</b><br />
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I love it when God shows up in the smallest and strangest places to remind us of the most important things. Back in the spring, I had found my heart wrestling with acceptance. I know that my identity is firmly and deeply rooted in Christ's love for me, but every now and then the enemy tries to taunt me with self-condemnation. Even though I know that Jesus has fully forgiven me for my past sins, I find myself occasionally struggling with receiving that forgiveness. Consequently when this happens, the enemy will use that as a tool to make me feel broken - telling me that noone will ever want to love someone who has made such prodigiously unwise decisions as I have in the past. <br />
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Fast forward to Memorial Day weekend. I spent 4 fun-filled days at the beach with about 25 of my closest friends. On the way home we stopped for our traditional breakfast at Cracker Barrel. The wait to seat our group was about an hour, so we proceeded to wander aimlessly through the cute little country store in the front of the restaurant playing with toys, smelling all the candles, and basically just goofing off to kill the time.<br />
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At one point, I stood at a table full of useless knick-knack toys. I picked up this cute little wooden bird, which would balance on your finger like a perch. I placed it on my finger and jokingly showed my new pet to my friend Jessica, who was standing nearby. As I laughed and turned to put it back, it fell from my finger, breaking into three pieces. i instantly felt like that kid in the glass store who just knocked over a set of dishes. I picked it up and immediately started towards the cash register, prepared to pay for my blunder. However as soon as I stood up, one of the Cracker Barrel greeters stood directly in front of me, smiling with her hand outstretched in my direction. Apparently she had witnessed the whole thing. I apologized profusely and told her that I would immediately pay for my fault. She just smiled at me (visibly missing quite a few teeth), took the bird out of my hand and said "honey, if I made you pay for that i'd have to make every single child that comes in here and breaks something pay for theirs too...it's ok." And with that, she walked off to put it in the back room. <br />
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As she walked away, I felt so sheepish. Even though she told me it was fine, I couldn't help but feel guilty for being so careless and silly. And then I noticed something. As she walked back out of the storeroom, I noticed the name that was embroidered on her apron.<br />
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<i>Her name was Grace.</i><br />
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I was overcome with emotion - I stood there and just teared up right in the middle of a restaurant, right in front of all my friends. And in that moment, I felt God whispering to me. I knew that I was the "bird," broken...but still forgiven. I got it. It amazed me to see how God could use some petty experience in a restaurant to calm my heart over what I had been fighting. I resisted the urge to go and hug the nice lady, for fear that she might think I was nuts - she had no idea how God just used her in my life in such a big way.<br />
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As we drove home, I just kept thanking God over and over for using something so small to remind me of something so big - that He extends us ALL grace so that we may freely receive it and live fully redeemed in His power of forgiveness. No, we don't deserve it, but He loves us so much that He gives it to us regardless. And I thanked Him for allowing me to hear his whisper, even in the middle of a busy restaurant lobby.<br />
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If I'm going to spend 30 days sharing all the parts that make up me, it only makes sense to start in the very beginning...a very good place to start (my apologies to Julie Andrews & The Sound of Music). Ahem.<br />
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That's right, I'm talking about the two people who are single handedly responsible for fact that I never drowned because they made me wait 30 minutes after eating before getting back in the pool. The ones that made me sit at the kitchen table until I ate all of my vegetables (but who also never knew that I flung half of them behind the microwave stand because I didn't really want to eat them...sorry mom!). The unsung heroes who bandaged my skinned knees, dried my tears and refereed my knock down-drag outs with my sisters. The ones who still, at age 30, make me call them anytime I get to where I'm going when I head out of town. (and I'm ok with that)<br />
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I'm talking about my 'rents. Good 'ole Mom and Dad.<br />
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I'm one of the lucky ones. When I look back on my childhood, I get to smile and say that my mind is filled with happy memories. <br />
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Memories of laughter. <br />
Memories of building tents in the living room out of sheets. <br />
Memories of dancing in the den to all their favorite records. <br />
Memories of feeling the freedom to be a dreamer. <br />
Memories of never hanging up the phone without hearing my parents say I love you. <br />
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Did they do everything perfectly? Of course not, they're human. But there wasn't a single dance recital, band concert, game, competition or performance that I ever looked up at and didn't see both of their proud faces (well, usually I only saw one face - the other was hidden behind the video camera, of course). I never once had to question my priority in their lives. I never once wondered if they were proud of me (no matter how good or bad I did). <br />
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They've laughed with me, cried with me, and of course, grounded me more times than I care to remember...but they've always loved me. They've always shown me an amazing example of sacrificial love in their 35 years of marriage (and still going!). They've always helped pick up the pieces when my world seemed to be falling apart. They've always been there. And one day I hope my own future kids get to see just how special these two are. <br />
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Mom & Dad, thanks for loving me...no matter what. I am grateful for you and love you more than you'll ever know.<br />
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Last year was a big year for me. <br />
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Entering into a whole new decade was exciting, depressing, promising and terrifying all at the same time. (How is that even possible? Just reading that sentence makes me feel a little bit like <i>that</i> girl. You know, the moody one that is hidden down in the depths of each and every God-fearing, Midol-popping, chocolate-eating woman? Yeah, that one.) But so far, 30 has been good to me. <br />
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<i>Challenging</i>..but good. Real good.<br />
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I've embraced and rather appreciated the fact that my life currently looks nothing like I thought it would by now. I feel less in control than I ever have, yet each day I grow more and more amenable to the unpredictable path that God has been laying out for me instead. I'm not saying it's easier to follow His path, in fact, the control freak in me tries to make a calculated escape from time to time. But if there's anything that i've learned over the past 10 years, it's that His path is definitely much more fruitful, edifying and stretching. And I like that. I've begun to crave that. <br />
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So, as the control freak...er, I mean planner in me looked at the calendar this week, I realized that as of tomorrow, I have exactly 30 days left before I have my first full year in my 30's under my belt. <br />
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Wow, how did that happen so fast? <br />
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Remember the days when we used to count down until our next birthday? We couldn't wait to get older? In fact, I remember proudly proclaiming that I was ten AND A HALF, or twelve AND A HALF....because it meant that I was that much closer to being a teenager. Let me tell you, those days are long gone. In fact, if you ask me how old I am now, or if you ask me how old I am in 3 years, chances are you just might get the same number...as long as I can get away with it. :)<br />
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A friend asked me the other day how I was planning on celebrating my birthday this year, and the more I thought about it, I kind of had to laugh. I think at this point in my life, I have begun to find the idea of making a big deal about me on my birthday kind of odd.... I mean heck, all I did that day was show up. My mom and dad (well mostly mom) did the hard work. (we'll give the doc some credit too)<br />
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So this year, I'm not going to celebrate me. <br />
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I'm going to celebrate that which has really made me, well....<i>me</i>. <br />
The things/people/places/events/life lessons that have shaped who I am and have led me to the place I am today. I am grateful for another day to be alive, and I am also grateful for the path that has allowed me to have another birthday. Beginning tomorrow, for the next 30 days, I will post about one of these said "game changers" for me each day as a way to both reflect on where God has brought me to this point, and to say thank you to those who have helped keep me alive and out of jail all these years. :) <br />
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Because too often we count our troubles more than our blessings...and I never want to lose sight of the fact that I have been abundantly (albeit undeservingly) blessed beyond measure thus far. <br />
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I'm also not the best at proactively asking God to stretch me in certain areas, <i>before</i> He decides to do it anyways. The control freak in me wants to continue to plow forward, working out of the many strengths and talents that I have been blessed with, because it's comfortable. Because it's easier. Because I somewhat feel like I can control it.</div>
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And then there are the times when I feel the Lord nudging me to just allow Him to stretch me...maybe even just a little, and I resist. I resist because I'm comfortable. I resist because I'm anxious to get what I want, and I know stopping to stretch might prolong reaching the goal. I resist because I'm afraid. </div>
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"<i>But he said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me</i>." -2 Corinthians 12:9</div>
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I do know that if we're willing to surrender those areas of weakness to God and allow Him to stretch us, over time we will begin to see a culminated effort of growth and transformation within our own hearts...which ultimately just helps keep us dependent upon Him and brings Him glory in the long run. </div>
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Lord, I want to be the best me you've designed me to be. I'm busting out my yoga mat and I'm ready to do a little more stretching... </div>
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Today my precious niece was born! (I'm not partial at all) It was love at first sight, i'm not gonna lie. She is just perfect. For her first birthday (well, technically that will be a year from now, so let's call this her inaugural birth day), I decided to write her a love letter...to be opened on her 16th birthday. It's just a letter full of love and words of wisdom that I hope one day she'll take to heart. Some of it I wish I had taken to my own heart at that age... </div>
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<i>Today may have been the day you arrived on this earth, but you've been thought about, prayed for and loved long before you ever graced us with your presence. As I held you in my arms today, I couldn't help but think about how your journey is just beginning...and how exciting that is, even though you don't know it yet. </i></div>
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<i>And by the time that you read this, you'll be turning the big Sweet 16. Such a pivotal time in your life. Where you get your first little taste of freedom. Where you begin to feel like you're ready to make your own decisions. Where your parents all of a sudden become your wardens instead of your superheroes. Where all your decisions on what to do/what to wear revolve around what boys will be there (some things never change, btw...and this will drive you nuts). Where you begin to wish you were just a little bit older, so you could do whatever you want. Oh yes, I remember that age. </i></div>
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<i>And now, at 30, if there was any age I could go back and give some advice to, it would be the 16 year old version of me. But, since I can't go back, and us girls have to stick together, I thought i'd pass a little of that wisdom on to you in hopes that maybe you can learn in advance what I often had to learn in hindsight. So here goes:</i></div>
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<i>I used to roll my eyes when people told me this, but don't be in such a hurry to grow up. You have plenty of time for bills and boys later...enjoy the time you have now to play, to dream, to stay up ridiculously late giggling with just the girls, eating cold pizza and making silly memories. I thought at 18 I knew it all...and I spent the next 12 years figuring out that I really hadn't a clue about much of anything. </i></div>
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<i>Oh, and PS...if you ever decide to get a tattoo, please consult with me first. I know how to keep your grandparents from completely flipping their lid when they find out. ;)</i> </div>
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</div><div>But what about those who continually drive as if the rules of the road don't apply to them? I'm not referring to driving 5 or 10 miles over the speed limit. Let's be honest, this is Atlanta traffic...you have to do that for sheer survival tactics alone. </div><div><br />
</div><div>You know the ones I'm talking about...the ones who drive in the emergency lane or along the shoulder, passing the 2 miles of cars who are patiently waiting behind the major accident, just so they can get off the exit faster. Nevermind the fact that when they get up to the accident and stop (just like everyone else) they are now blocking the way for any emergency vehicles who may need to get through and potentially save someone's life. </div></div><div><br />
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</div><div>And what about when you see a car flying past you to run the [obviously] red light. Double parkers? Don't even get me started. Better yet...what happens when one of those cars has a Jesus sticker on the back of it? </div></div><div style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial;">Whether we like to admit it or not, we're all guilty of it. Be it driving, or some other area in our lives, I would wage to say that we all have areas where we don't think the "law" applies to us. Albeit the actual law, or God's written law.</div><div style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial;">Maybe it's in how you steward your finances.</div><div style="font-family: Arial;">Maybe it's the integrity of your business practices.</div><div style="font-family: Arial;">Maybe it's whether or not you tame your tongue, or give into gossip.</div><div style="font-family: Arial;">Maybe it's whether or not you push the limits of purity in your relationships.</div><div style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial;">Maybe it's a myriad of other things...but I bet if you look long and hard enough, there's some area you're not fully submitting to the law of Christ. However, that's not how it works. God didn't send his Son to die for our sins so that we could pick and choose which parts of His word we wanted to apply to our lives. Neither did he give us these laws to confine or punish us...but to protect us and give us freedom within them. </div><div style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial;">"<i>But those who look intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continue in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do</i>." James 1:25</div><div style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial;">I had no idea heading to work this morning that getting cut off by a rude driver would both anger me and convict me on such a weird level. I love when God shows up and teaches me things in the most random places...where might He be wanting to teach you something today?</div><br />
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-34212096956972279692011-04-29T18:30:00.000-04:002013-05-15T17:43:09.458-04:00Friends, fun and...baboons?I don’t know that I can adequately put into words just how awesome the past few days have been! We spent Tuesday and Wednesday in Rocklands putting on a retreat for the volunteer leaders of Southpoint Church. It was such a great time! What an honor to be able to create space for their leaders to come have fun and feel refueled. What an amazing group of people. We had a great time, and they were even such an encouragement and blessing to us in return.<br />
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After a LOOONG (but relatively smooth) journey, we are in Cape Town, South Africa! </div>
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</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"> I am overjoyed to tell you that I am about to embark on another amazing adventure for God’s kingdom! <b>In just 10 days</b>, I will be heading back to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Cape Town, South Africa</span></span> on a mission trip with North Point Ministries to work with our partner church, Southpoint Church!</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"></div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;"> Many of you know that I had the honor of getting to take a team of our high school students to Cape Town 2 years ago, and I am SO thrilled to be able to go back and continue to build on relationships that were formed then, as well as continue to serve the amazing people of South Africa. We will be helping put on a retreat for Southpoint Church’s small group leaders – giving them time to replenish and get away from the everyday life to connect on a deeper level with our Heavenly Father. I’m so excited!!</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">In order for this to happen…I need your help!!</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;">First and foremost, I would greatly appreciate your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">PRAYER</span></span> with and for our team as we prepare for the mission at hand. Please pray that God will not only work in our own hearts as we step out of our comfort zones to serve Him, but also that He would work through us to be His hands and feet to those in need.</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"> Second, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">I STILL NEED TO MEET MY FINANCIAL GOAL of $2100</span></span> to be able to go on the trip. I know that times are tight on everyone right now, but if you feel able and willing to partner with me, please pray about donating. </div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Handwriting - Dakota';">Please know that your support in prayer is just as important to me as financial support!</span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Handwriting - Dakota'; font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> </span>GIVING. . .by CHECK</span></div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span>If you would like to be a part of our trip through financial support, simply send a check made out to “NPCC” (PLEASE DO NOT WRITE ANYTHING IN THE MEMO LINE) to me at PO Box 19045 Atlanta, GA 31126. All donations are TAX DEDUCTIBLE.</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact;">OR. . .you can GIVE ONLINE</span></div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Impact; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span>Simply go to www.GOglobalX.org and click on GIVE at the top right side of the page. Fill in your contact info & under the globalX Trip information, select the following:</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><b>Country: </b>“X Trip (admin use)”</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><b>Trip:</b> “X Trip (admin use) South Africa Group Leader’s Retreat- 04/24/11-05/02/11</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;">In the individual field, please be sure to type my name, Jamie Waddy.</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Fill in your credit card information (MC & Visa), click on “Review Donation Information” and finalize the transaction. You will receive an email confirmation that will also serve as your receipt for tax purposes. </div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Thank you again for considering partnering with us…it means the world to me to know that while we are serving God’s people in another land, we will be covered in prayer & support at home!</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Track with us on our journey here on my blog as we get ready to head over on April 22nd!</div><div align="" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br />
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If you were distracted by the usual Monday morning efforts to get ready and out the door to make it to work on time, you might even completely miss the warning signs. And this afternoon when you're sitting in your office and all of a sudden hear a rumbling of thunder, it might take you by surprise. It may even find you unprepared without an umbrella.<br />
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And that got me thinking. How many times have we missed the warning signs for approaching "storms" in our lives because we weren't paying attention to our surroundings? It's true, storms are usually inevitable and never without purpose. But in life, and in the heart, storms are often weathered better with awareness, preparation and maybe even a little shelter. An umbrella may not completely protect you from a storm, but it will at least keep you from arriving at your destination completely drenched.<br />
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When I think back to storms in my own life that I thought "came out of nowhere," I begin to reflect on the events leading up to the storm and often realize they weren't so out of the blue after all.<br />
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But I do know that even being slightly aware of what was brewing right in front of me might have prompted me to make different decisions. It might have triggered me to prepare myself or take shelter. It might have inspired me to listen more intently to God and be keenly aware of what it was he was trying to teach me through that storm in the first place.<br />
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Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-36883414849440419062010-08-21T13:20:00.000-04:002013-05-15T17:46:08.037-04:00My Next 30 Years...For the record...30 feels nothing like I thought it would.<br />
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As i'm taking some time today to reflect back on my 20's, there are a lot of things that, knowing what I know now, I would have changed. But then again, would I really? Because some of those unwise choices, heartaches and struggles certainly have paved the way for me to reach out to Jesus in a real way, and intentionally take a look at who I really am, and who I want to be.<br />
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A big part of me feels like the majority of my 20's were a selfish struggle. God, fix <i>me</i>, help <i>me</i>, show <i>me</i>, define <i>me</i>, give <i>me</i>, love <i>me</i>...I've spent the first 30 years of my life trying to figure out and define who I am...how people see me, only to realize that I don't want people to see <i>me</i> at all.<br />
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And so as I step off into this fresh new decade, fully loved and fully aware in who God designed me to be, I want to change the word from "<i>me</i>" to "<i>You</i>". God, how can I love <b>You</b>, serve <b>You</b>, desire <b>You</b>, reflect <b>You</b> more in all I do.<br />
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I am so grateful for where i've been, where I am now and where I am headed...and for all the amazing people God has placed in my path along the way.<br />
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I am grateful that God is much more creative than I am, because His plan for my life so far has been WAY cooler than what I tried to map out.<br />
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I am grateful for way too many things to list in this blog.<br />
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Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-68146700990604280322010-08-05T00:35:00.002-04:002013-05-15T17:46:23.593-04:00What are you waiting for?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My wise friend <a href="http://soulcitychurch.com/"><span id="goog_796845424"></span>Jeanne Stevens<span id="goog_796845425"></span></a> once said "when God waits He always gives a promise & when God waits it's always with a purpose." </div>
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Sometime we wait for answers. Sometimes we wait for reassurance. Sometimes we wait for an apology, for a job, for direction, for healing, for money, for love, for someone to change. Sometimes we feel like we wait against our will. Sometimes we wait because we’re afraid to really go where we sense God leading us. </div>
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Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-13931614343010064172010-06-22T00:25:00.001-04:002013-05-15T17:46:44.879-04:00Play that funky music...I love music. Like...<i>a lot</i>.<br />
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It's a pretty safe bet that 99.9% of the time, i'm singing one song or another in my head (and sometimes out loud...my apologies to all my cube mates at work).<br />
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So today I was driving in my car with my iPod on shuffle. It never disappoints me. It's like an unending game of "name that tune." Each selection arbitrarily fluttering from genre to genre. There are some songs that have been sitting in my ipod untouched for quite some time. If it were an actual cd, you'd likely need to wipe off a layer of dust before playing them.<br />
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In the midst of my eclectic mix, I look down just in time to see Deana Carter's "Strawberry Wine" pop up on the playlist. Oh, but not just any version...the<i> karaoke</i> version. Oh yes. You can guess what happened next...<br />
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I rocked the entire song. (at the top of my lungs, mind you, like I was Kelly Clarkson singin' for her supper)<br />
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Of course I was by myself in my car (thank goodness). But nonetheless, for a few moments I was transported back to my senior year of high school when my friends and I, with our freshly earned driver's licenses, used to belt out this song as loud as we could. And then I also recalled another line in the song. The one that says "<i>I still remember when 30 was old...</i>" Yeah. That one.<br />
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I recalled how we used to say "umm...30 IS old."<br />
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Aaaaand then I looked at my calendar and realized that I have exactly 60 days until I hit the big 3-0.<br />
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Funny how 30 doesn't seem quite as old to me now as it did then. And funny how a song can remind you of a specific time and place in your life so vividly...like a soundtrack.<br />
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So that got me thinking...as i'm about to exit my 20's and enter the world of "thirty, flirty and thriving" (a little throwback to all my 13 going on 30 movie fans), what kind of soundtrack do I want for the last days of my 20's? How can I wisely and purposefully use these next 60 days?<br />
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I can tell you I don't want to leave my 20's kicking and screaming...I want to gracefully exit singing and dancing. I have a feeling i'm going to look back on this decade as some of the hardest, yet most amazing times in my life. I want to celebrate that. And I want to look forward to what God has for me next.<br />
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I haven't always felt that way...in fact, this is something i've really wrestled with for the better part of the last two years. Mostly for stupid, stereotypical reasons. But i'm coming around, and beginning to get a little excited about the next chapter. I'm excited to enter with a much better grasp of who I really am rather than who I <i>thought</i> I was when I entered my 20's.<br />
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So, here's my top 5 selections for my life soundtrack for the next 60 days:<br />
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1. <i>Glory to God Forever</i> - Steve Fee<br />
2. <i>Footloose</i> - Kenny Loggins (did you really think I wouldn't have an 80's throwback in there?)<br />
3. <i>Typical</i> - Mutemath<br />
4. <i>You Can't Hurry Love</i> - The Supremes<br />
5. <i>My Next 30 Years</i> - Tim McGraw<br />
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<span style="font-family: mistral;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Jamie</span></span></div>
Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765674932387041504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22787528.post-84778664686824781382010-06-17T00:47:00.001-04:002013-05-15T17:47:03.803-04:00SingleitisDo you remember much about the last half of your senior year in high school?<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxImtHDyKm4/TBmV2vTFkDI/AAAAAAAAArk/1xTzLa256UQ/s1600/Ferris+Buellers+Day+Off+movie+image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yxImtHDyKm4/TBmV2vTFkDI/AAAAAAAAArk/1xTzLa256UQ/s400/Ferris+Buellers+Day+Off+movie+image.jpg" width="400" /></a>Yeah, me either.<br />
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By then, we had all "checked out" and were so ready to move on to being a college student, that it was all we could think about. In fact, in our minds, we were pretty much already there.<br />
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Many call this phenomenon <i><b>Senioritis</b></i>.<br />
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I mean think about it, you're at the top of your game...you rule the school, you're basically coasting to the graduation line...but you're so anxious to get to the next level that none of it matters. All you know is that you're done, and you're ready.<br />
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So what do you do when you get this kind of feeling in the singles world?<br />
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I like to call it <i><b>Singleitis</b></i>.<br />
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You know the symptoms: you've reasonably established yourself and your career; you're feeling like you're finally comfortable in your own skin and have a solid sense of who you are; your social calendar is never lacking; you spend no less than 1/4 of your annual salary on wedding gifts, bridesmaids dresses and baby shower gifts; you have at least one relative ask you about your dating life at every family function...<br />
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Don't get me wrong, it's a fun and exciting season - one that I feel has blessed me and challenged me in more ways than I can even imagine. But lately, in various conversations with many of my single friends male and female alike, we've found ourselves anxious for what's next...<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxImtHDyKm4/TBmfGhB6TlI/AAAAAAAAArs/g-uCX7dEUj4/s1600/2-woman-dreaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yxImtHDyKm4/TBmfGhB6TlI/AAAAAAAAArs/g-uCX7dEUj4/s400/2-woman-dreaming.jpg" width="400" /></a>The problem is, that unlike high school, there is no definitive "graduation date" into the marriage world. So how do you navigate this season without "checking out?"<br />
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Whether we're willing to admit it or not, it's a tension that many of us have felt at one time or another.</div>
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So how do we navigate this tension?</div>
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I mean sure, you could sign up for every online dating/speed dating/blind dating opportunity you could find in your city as well as threaten to annihilate anyone who comes between you and the coveted prize during the bridal bouquet/garter toss at any of the 10 weddings you're attending just this year...</div>
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You can resolve to know that it's OK to live in that tension a little bit AND still know that God's in control and isn't going to leave you high and dry. You just have to make sure you don't let the anxiousness control you or cause you to completely abandon a perfectly good path the Lord may be laying out in front of you...one that might require you to remain single a little longer than you originally thought.</div>
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Just tonight, I was talking with a dear friend about this very topic. I told her that I LOVE my life, I love where i'm at, and I also LOVE the possibility of having a husband and family one day. Would I like that "one day" to be soon? Absolutely. </div>
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But what if it's not? Will I be mad at God or resent Him for it?</div>
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Absolutely not.</div>
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I mean, if God were to tell me He wants me to be single another 10 years, i'm not going to lie...I would probably do a bit of pouting and stomping my feet along the way, but I would obey. I wouldn't settle just because my life doesn't look like what I had mapped out for myself. And I wouldn't take it out on God, because I have confidence that He sees way more of the big picture than I ever will.</div>
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And that's what it's all about anyways...the big picture.</div>
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<i>His big picture, not mine.</i></div>
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I never want to lose sight of that.</div>
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<span style="font-family: mistral;"><span style="font-size: 180%;">Jamie</span></span></div>
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