Welts

I am attempting to stop complaining at work. I really drive myself nuts and realize that sometimes the whole office demneor can be set by one persons attitude. To aide in the attempt I am applying the "rubber band snap" approach.

Every time I complain I snap myself with the rubber band that is positioned around my wrist. So far I've only had to use it twice. This is amazing, especially since it is tax season. Anyway...the reason I only have had to snap twice is because the second time...I left a welt. That was at 9:30 this morning...and it's still here and slightly pink.

Who knows if this will work...but since I can still see evidences of my complaint...there is hope.

A Good Song for Today

It’s falling from the clouds
A strange and lovely sound
I hear it in the thunder and rain
It’s ringing in the skies
Like cannons in the night

The music of the universe plays
You are holy great and mighty
The moon and the stars declare who You are

I’m so unworthy, but still You love me
Forever my heart will sing of how great You are

Beautiful and free
Song of Galaxies
It’s reaching far beyond the milky way
Lets join in with the sound
C’mon let’s sing it loud
As the music of the universe plays

I'm so unworthy, but still You love me
Forever my heart will sing of how great You are

All glory, honor, power is Yours amen
All glory, honor, power is Yours amen
All glory, honor, power is Yours forever amen

Phil Wickham--Cannons

Living...

I have just found the perfect place for me to live for this season of my life.
I'm very excited.
It's a little apt on some land in the country...rolling hills, trees and a few cows.
It's only slightly ironic that I'm living on top of what was once a barn.
I have been blessed.
:)

Contemplative

On the suggestion of a friend, I have started reading "Girl Meets God" by Lauren F. Winner. She grew up an Orthodox Jew and is now a Christian.

I read and find myself wishing for more depth in the church traditions I know. Everything is a symbol for the Jews. And they actually take time to stop and remember. It is law for them to take a week and celebrate their history. We have come a long long way from then...and it makes me sad and leaves me feeling empty, like my faith is lacking.

Then Lauren says this "...I go down to shul where I sometimes worshiped in college, when I was still an Orthodox Jew, a shul where they know Hebrew and melodies and know nothing about Jesus."

They do not know anything about Jesus. They know him as the son of a carpenter and a good rabbi, but nothing of the saving grace he offered. "He came into his own but his own did not receive him..." For me...this is slowly becoming one of the saddest verses in all of scripture.

Lauren's struggle is finding a way to marry the traditions she has grown up in with her new faith in Christ and maybe by the end of the book she will have accomplished this task. What I am slowly realizing is that my heart wants a way to marry the faith I have grown up in with the traditions of the Jews. After all, I have been grafted in.