Justice for All
It amazes me how God provides a way to have your individual passions meet anothers' through the context of marriage, only to enhance two peoples union in marriage, and then give their collective passions a place to fly.
This remarkable conference and the ensuing entree into Antioch Church has been exactly such, for Jason and I.
We are thoroughly enjoying the services and sense of developing community, and remain immensely grateful that Jesus has blessed us with this new opportunity - most thrillingly, to be placed with purpose in our beloved city of Bend!
If you've not read any of Shane's self effacing, ridiculously humor filled, uber challenging and generously doused with grand stories of faith books - well, then get on it!
Merry Christmas from Jason and Maria
Story - is how life is lived - each of us arriving at varied destinations amidst the journey. We create and capture bits & pieces of each of our uniquely crafted stories along the way – enduring the tragedies and enjoying the triumphs.
May this Christmas Season remind us all to wrap our memories in affection and devotion – being present in each moment – gathering the gifts that God would give us, as He pens the ultimate tale of our destinies and legacy.
Roots will grow, leaves will change - all the while, the story endures.
It's all on purpose though. I just know that things have a way of getting ahead of you, and swirling around you and I can feel it already.
Well, that's the goal anyway. To stay ahead of the swirl...
In efforts to keep it all low key and simple, I wonder if some of the magic is lost... but the straight up fact is, we just have such little fundage to spend on this thing that we hafta keep it low key and simple. It's funny, I read on (theknot.com - wanna talk about overwhelming - whoa) that the average wedding costs 27K. They had this special section on low budget weddings at under 10K. Baaaaahaha - we're gonna break records with this thing at around 1K. That's right, I said o.n.e.
That said, I think maybe there's even more - more of the stuff that really matters, and that's the magic, you know.
I've had the evening off here, so I've basically been browsing creative sources (www.etsywedding.blogspot.com - um HUGE shout out to the gal (Jennifer Farmer) who set this whole thing up and does all that lovely research so I can glean from her sifting out all those fun ideas), browsed fabric stores and got samples for a hand-made wedding dress my talented and creative friend Kristin is putting together for me. I scouted bridesmaid dresses and jewelry on etsy and the like, sent some e-mails, caught up on some stuff, all while being covered up with cozy blankets - as it is snowing outside. The flurry of white makes something peaceable - even though it's spring - it's snowing and something about the ground covered up and tucked away makes you wanna rest. Keep it love key, simple. Maybe also because it's nearly midnight my eyes would like to shut and stay that way.
:} sweet dreams
Dying to live
I think writers are cool - shooting little bullets of inspiration into the hearts of their readers. I have something to write, but it's not particularly lyrical, or impressive, nor inspiring - it's just necessary. I'm not really a writer, but I sure am experiencing writers block. Fear and worry are a mixed up cloud that seem to hover over the subject of this literary conversation. It's a letter, you see. It's a letter to someone that I should have no problem conversing with and who I should find pleasure in speaking with, even approaching a conversation, but unfortunately, we haven't fostered that kind of relationship. I have big, great wonderful news to share and I don't want to. But I do... want to - and know, I have to.
It seems that in life, discipline and denial of self go hand in hand. It also seems that the harder the opposition has to fall, the more I have to die to self promotion. Terms like, "it's not fair" - "I have a right to" - "but he started it" - and so on are the cop outs one can use in the abdication of responsibility and taking initiative toward resolution. I've used those words and some other choice words to describe my feelings in the matter of the letter, and it's subject/recipient. In fact, I'm writing this all out in the hopes that God will help me further release my "rights" and just DO, what is right.
Relational conflict is my #1 dislike as it often involves issues of injustice, someone who is hurt, or broken (like I am) or incomplete (welcome to humanity right?) offends or hurts another - unintentionally or not - it's still there and it's still legit... the hurt, the anger and the cramped ability to love.
Love... hmmm. Love is something I am called to do, no matter what. Right? Those who I have a "right" (a justifiable reason) to call an enemy... I'm supposed to love those dudes too. Crap. If I may be honest - that bites. It goes against my grain, it doesn't "feel" right - like justice isn't being paid appropriately. But I'm forgetting something. The battle isn't mine. If victory was already mine, then could I get out of position of receiving what's coming to me if I fought for those "rights"? And justice, I don't clearly know what that looks like as I'm not the ultimate Justifier. So what do I do? I love, no matter what. I swallow my ever present pride and hurt and anger and respond out of love. Honestly, but out of love - not the motivation to make RIGHT the situation - nor expect the same in return, but just to love. The Lover of MY heart is gonna have to carry it and direct in in those ways... otherwise, I'll never begin to write.
So uh, if you could just give me a few more days to recover from the current haze of head fog I find myself in - I will come out in full force to enjoy the bounty of beauty you supply. I look forward to more of...
* the sunshine parade
* picking flowers and desert wheat
* taking advantage of my free 7-day gym pass
* wearing flip-flops for the next 2 months straight
* walks in the park with my favorite guy
* the full return of my taste buds in order to enjoy the
plethora of treats my new town has to offer
* rock climbing at smith rocks
* reading books in the grass of my newly beloved drake park
* iced coffee
* kickin' it with my girl
* finding an actual job
* eating ice cream in a waffle cone
* getting connected to my local community
* buying fresh veggies and fruit at the farmer's market
* finding a dance class and the courage to take it
* cooking fresh fruit cobblers and the like for me and my guy
* taking trips to see my family
* re-learning my guitar
* squeezing every last bit of goodness out of you
p.s. if you could prolong yourself just a few weeks, that's be awesome too! thanks.
The Preacher, the Poet, the Proclaimer of Freedom
Martin Luther King Jr.