Monday, September 26, 2016

10 Qualities of a Great Friend



Friends are good.

I've had a few of them over the years.

Friends for a season: they've been there for a while, and then not. For a season of life, for an actual season. We lost touch when my family and I moved away. We grew up and took different paths, and held different priorities.

Friends for a reason: to teach, to help. To teach me about my own priorities. Probably the hard way. Or else to pray with me through said hard way.

Friends that stick around. So far, at least. Like leeches. But friendly leeches.

But those guys are awesome. (Girls, I mean.)

And here are 10 identifiable characteristics all of my favorites have in common.

Written here, not for their pride, but for our edification. That we might see where we have room to grow, and work to be better friends, ourselves. For His ultimate glory.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Before I Thought to Pray: A Time of Testimony



This time last year we were moving. Packing up boxes, tying up loose ends, saying our goodbyes... moving.

Oklahoma was kind of an exciting prospect for me; the first move I was relatively excited for in eight years. But it was still sad. Our church. Our neighbors. All those adorable little kids I got to babysit and teach piano to every week. Friends. Kroger cashiers and Taco Bell dive-thru workers.

Starting all over again in a new state.

Collective inhale.

As far as I knew, the new job had more or less fallen into my dad's lap. We hadn't been planning on moving. We weren't looking to move. So maybe the move felt unnecessary. Like why did we, if we didn't have to. Or need to. Et cetera.

That's not the end, though.

About a month after we got up here was when the oil market really started suffering again. The group my dad worked with in his old company was dissolved, and all of his former co-workers were either laid off or demoted to other positions.

But my dad was in Oklahoma. In a blossoming company (one who was actually buying up a lot of the assets of his old, crumbling company). We could afford a bigger house with more land. My dad's commute was cut in half. We got that small-town feel we'd been wanting for. A puppy. And, let's face it, the weather is more desirable. And none of the build boards up here are in Spanish.

I don't have three points to success this week.

I just want to encourage y'all. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, when God redirects things in confusing ways that just aren't really clicking, trust His bigger plan.

Monday, September 5, 2016

3 More Things I Learned on my Missions Trip


Summer is closing in around us.

Days are getting shorter just as nights are getting cooler, bon fires are popping up on Fridays nights, and the hay field that I look at every day out my bedroom window is producing a rusty hue- looks like fall to me!

I've posted here a handful of times about my missions trip this past spring (you can read my personal favorite post about the trip here), but after months of thinking, and praying God would continue to use my experiences to grow me, I have learned even more.

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