Monday, July 25, 2016

A Little Person Follows Me: A Poem



This is for all those big siblings out there.

I had to memorize this in 6th grade for Rod and Staff Bible in school, except my mom had me change out 'brother' for 'sister', since I was the eldest of only four girls at that time. It sticks with me until this day, and I learn the truth of it more and more all the time. 

A Little Brother Follows Me


A careful boy I want to be;
A little brother follows me.
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the selfsame way.

I cannot once escape his eyes;
Whate'er he sees me do, he tries;
Like me he says he's going to be-
That little brother following me.

He thinks that I am good and fine;
Believes in every word of mine.
The bad in me he must not see-
That little brother following me.

I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I'm building for the years to be
That little brother following me.

-Anonymous

Monday, July 18, 2016

The Phantom of the Church (True Story)



Once upon a time,

     in a far away land (Mississippi),

          a long, long time ago (who remembers second grade?!),

I made a friend.

Her name was, well, let's call her Hannah.

I met Hannah at church, where both of our families attended at the time. We went to the same Sunday School class. Hannah told me, quite proudly, that she was saved. But that wasn't surprising, as most second graders had already prayed the prayer.

We never got to know each other terribly well, as seven year olds usually focus their conversations around favorite colors and school subjects, but we eventually got to that special place of sharing Sunday School prize candy, and we were even allowed to sit together in church sometimes, as long as we promised to be extra quiet.

After an undocumented amount of time, Hannah's family switched churches. I got news a few months later (from a reliable source) that her parents divorced. Occasionally, over the following few years, Hannah, her little sister, and one parent would been seen "darkening the doors of the church", but even then, Hannah was depressed and not much of a friend. I told myself that she must have just forgotten about me, but even na├»ve little me knew it was something deeper than that which totally transformed my former friend into an entirely different person.

The church is haunted by her even to this day.

Monday, July 11, 2016

5 Ways I Pray for My Future Husband



Happy Monday!!

In the past, I've shied away from writing on guy/girl relationship topics. One reason being I've never been in a guy/girl relationship, so anything I say feels like just pounding out third-person observations as factual. For another reason, my 'What He Must Be' list has changed more than twice since I first drafted it up at age 16, so I might be more wishy-washy than I care to flaunt and publish.

But one thing that I do feel somewhat versed in is praying for my future husband.

I would love to get married someday. Set up a little house with hand-sewn curtains and vintage bakeware and a coop full of chickens and a big garden and a bunch of toe-headed kids running around. I'm not too picky on location as long as I have a decent view of the sunset.

Sometimes I get kind of caught up in my daydreams, and prayer is the one thing that always helps me get my feet back on the ground to focus on the here and now.

Wherever you are, be all there.
-Jim Elliot

Here are just five ways that I pray for my future husband.

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