Blog of Thanksgiving: Day 7

So, just like many others, my facebook page was overrun this morning with people's reactions to the election yesterday. And in the midst of the raging political storm that has been raging throughout this campaign season, I was reminded of grateful I am for my dad (don't worry, Mom, you'll get a blog post too). I know that it may seem strange to say that a political storm reminds me of my dad, but if you will bear with me, I will explain my thought process. This past Father's Day I posted a picture of our family riding the log flume at Disney World on my facebook page, and in the picture, my mom and sister are screaming, my aunts are bowing their heads, perhaps in prayer that God will deliver them from their current horror, my uncle is smiling/laughing, I look at absolutely terrified, and my dad is sitting there calm, like nothing is really going on. I chose to caption the  photo by thanking my dad for remaining calm trough all life's storms. And that is one thing that makes me feel incredibly blessed to have such an awesome dad in my life.  I know that no matter what crisis I face, I can count on my dad to see me through and to always be the voice of reason when everyone else has lost theirs. He truly is the calm in the midst of life's storms. There have been countless times where I have found myself in a bind and he has been there, whether its to take care of me when I am ill, to fix my car when its broken down or just to offer advice when I'm not sure what to do; no matter the situation, I know I can count on him to see me through. And if you will indulge me a trip down memory lane, I want to take the time to share a memory that I have that reminds me of how incredibly blessed I am...

I apologize in advance for the "content" of this story, but I will try and keep the graphic nature to a minimum....As a child, I was active in the children's choir at our church, and one year we had a part in the Christmas cantata in which we were to sing a song and we were all to be wearing white robes (I think we were to give off the image that we were angels). Anyway, I hadn't been feeling well that night, but when on to sing anyway. Thankfully, despite not feeling well, I made it through the song okay, and safely off the stage. However, not so thankfully, I didn't quite make it to the bathroom, nor did I make it out of the sanctuary before vomiting, not only all over my once white robe, but also all over the floor of the sanctuary wing aisle.  Obviously, I had made a rather quick progression from not feeling well, to being full on sick. But to my amazement, there to greet me at the door heading out of the sanctuary was my dad. He lovingly escorted me down the stairs and to the couch in his office and left me there briefly while he went upstairs to clean up my mess. After that, he took me home and "took care of me." I choose to share this story not only because my dad took care of me when I was sick, (I could share numerous stories just like that), but I share this story because of something I realized later on, and something that has stuck with me since then. There is a small detail of this story that sticks out to me to this very day, years later, and its not just that my dad took care of me while I was sick or that he cleaned up my mess in the sanctuary, but that he was there to meet me  at the door when I sick. You see, after being home for awhile and having had a little bit of a chance to recover from the ordeal, I asked my dad something I just couldn't figure out, I asked him how he it is he knew what in the world was going on, how did he know to be at the door of the sanctuary wing to meet me. You see, two things made his appearance at the door remarkable to me. The first being that he knew I had thrown up. I didn't understand how he could have known since he had been sitting in the balcony and thus unable to see me.  The second being that he was there within in seconds of it happening, so even if he had somehow gotten a glimpse of it happening, how in the world did he get to the sanctuary wing so fast? His answer? "While you were still singing, I saw all of the color leave your face, and knew you were getting ready to be sick, so I rushed over to the wing." He just knew. I often joke that my dad knows everything, matter of fact, I have always thought he would be a good candidate for Jeopardy. But the thing I take from this story, and the point I am trying to illustrate, is that my dad knows me, and that means the world to me. He knew I was going to be sick, and he made sure he was there to take care of me. He knows me better at times than I know myself, I certainly didn't have a clue that I was getting ready to puke all over the place, yet he did. He knows me inside and out and  he loves me just the same; he's kind of awesome like that.  I could go on about the many things my dad has done or the many attributes he has to make me grateful that he's my dad, but I think its enough that he loves me for who I am, and I couldn't ask for anything more than that.

Blog of Thanksgiving: Day 6

Today, I voted in my second presidential election, and while I am grateful that I live in a country that allows me the opportunity to voice my opinion in how the government is run, more than that I am grateful that no matter the results, I serve a God who is sovereign over all. No matter who wins this election, I will give him the respect the office of president deserves, knowing that my true fate rests in the hands of an almighty God who is bigger than election results. Now, while I certainly do hope and pray that the candidate I voted for win because I believe he will move this nation in the right direction, I know that God is ultimately in control, and I take comfort in the fact that while I did my civic duty today as a citizen of this nation, my ultimate citizenship is in heaven. Therefore, while I am grateful that I had the chance to vote today, I am much more grateful that Jesus has made it so that my future is secure in Him regardless of the results of this election. So, while I hope that everyone who was able did their civic duty and voted today, more than anything else, I hope that people will come to claim the citizenship they have in heaven so that there future can be secure in something other than election results.

O Praise the one who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead
O Praise the one who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead
O Praise the one who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead
O Praise the one who paid my debt
And raised this life up from the dead 

Blogs of Thanksgiving: Day 5

Today, I am thankful for the gift of music. On the way to work, I heard a song that reminded me of a friend of mine, and it put a smile on my face, thus sending me in to work with good spirits. I love the way that music can take you down memory lane, change your mood and give you an excuse to dance (which I don't do often and am not very skilled at). I enjoy many types of music, the only exception being that I don't really get the "heavy metal screamer music," but to each his own. I am especially am grateful for the songs that remind me of certain people or certain times in my life. They give me the excuse to remember the good times and good people I have in my life. I also enjoy just cutting lose and singing with the music, this is not to say that I can sing well, but doesn't stop me from trying, lol. And I also love the way that music also gives us a way to praise our Father in Heaven. Songs of worship have always been an awesome way to draw us closer to God, something I am grateful for. So whether you're turning it up for a road trip or sing praises to God, let the music play and enjoy it.

Blogs of Thanksgiving: Day 4

Having gone to church this morning, I am reminded how blessed I am to live a country that has religious freedom. Today, I am grateful for our religious freedom and for those who worked hard and have sacrificed to uphold that freedom. I was able to go to church this morning with many others and worship freely without the fear of being arrested. tortured, or killed for doing so. Unfortunately, many countries do not have such freedoms. Many Christians in other countries are forced to meet in "underground churches" or some other fashion. Furthermore, we are free to discuss are religion in public. Now, some may be made fun of or ostracized for doing so, but this does not count as persecution as some would dub it. Especially in light of the real persecution that Christians face in other countries: arrest, torture and even death. Thankfully hear, we do not face such dangers. Sure, laws have been passed making it harder for us to be as open about our faith, but overall religious freedom still exists in our nation, a blessing for which I am truly grateful.

Blogs of Thanksgiving: Day 3

Today, on my way to and from work, my ipod played songs about grace, what an awesome reminder of how grateful I am for grace. Grace is defined as unmerited favor. Sometimes we confuse grace with the forgiveness of sins, but it goes much further than that. Grace not only means that our sins our forgiven, but to those that accept God's grace, they are adopted into his family. Not only are our sins forgiven, but he blesses us with His love. This does not mean that life will be peachy, nor does it mean that we won't ever fall under the temptation of sin again, but it does mean that win we do, we are covered. I know that I need grace each new day, because let's face it, I'm far from perfect and I am so grateful that no matter how far I fall, God's grace is there to catch me. And not only am I grateful for the grace that God bestows on me, but I am also grateful for the grace those in my life give me too when I fall short of their expectations. From family to friends to professors, to co-workers, I have been blessed by people who are continually gracious with  me, something I unfortunately take for granted from time to time, but nevertheless, I am very grateful. May I never tire of showing my gratitude for the grace given to me freely.

Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)

Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy rains
Unending love, Amazing grace

The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures

My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy rains
Unending love, Amazing grace

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow
The sun forbear to shine
But God, Who called me here below
Will be forever mine
Will be forever mine
You are forever mine

Blog of Thanksgiving: Day 2

Tonight, I got to hangout with two of my former BCM kids, and was reminded of how grateful I am for college ministry, both the one that ministered to me during my college years and the one that I had the privilege of working with for 3 years post graduating. During my sophomore through senior years at CNU, I was involved with the InterVarsity Christian Fellowship on campus. This ministry helped to challenge and grow me in ways that I am still discovering today. I am so incredibly grateful to the campus ministers who had an enormous impact on my my spiritual journey. I am also thankful for the friendships that were formed through this ministry as well as the community that supported me along my college years.

After graduating from CNU, I had the opportunity to work as the associate minister for Because Christ Matters campus ministry at CNU. As a part of that ministry, I worked with an incredible group of students who have a passion for Christ and a desire to strengthen their Christian walk, as well as a desire to help others. I led Bible studies, mission trips and discipleship groups, all of which were amazing experiences I won't soon forget. I am very grateful for not only for the growing experience working with this ministry gave me, but also for the incredible relationships I formed as result. When I think about the incredible impact both of these ministries have had in my life, I am reminded of Philippians 1:3, "I thank my God every time I remember you." In this passage, Paul is referring to the support the Philippians had given for me and this is the way I feel about support and love I gained by being apart of these two ministries.

Blogs of Thanksgiving

I have decided to revive my blog during my month of November with "blogs of Thanksgiving." I know of several people that are using their facebook statuses to name something they are thankful for during the month of November. I have decided to attempt to do the same but with full blog posts of Thanksgiving. My ability to keep up with my blog is abysmal, so I thought this might be a fun and meaningful way to amend that. During this month, every day, I will take the time to post something I am thankful for. Some of them (like tonight's) will be random, some of them will be typical like friends, family, etc, but all of them will be sincere. So, here we go...

Day 1: Reliable Modes of Transportation

Every Thursday, I drive up to Arlington, Virginia for a night of classes. And while our roads may be far from perfect, I am grateful for the fact that our highway system allows for a relatively quick (traffic permitting) journey up for classes. I am also grateful for a reliable car with which to travel on the highway. A few summers go, my sister and I went on a driving tour of the Yorktown battlefields. While on the tour, we wondered what it would have been like to have traveled those roads during the days of the Revolutionary War.  I reflected back on this while I was driving today, and I realized of awesome it is to think of the evolution of travel.  A journey that once probably took a few days, only takes a few hours. Thanks to the invention of planes, a journey overseas can be done in a day rather than over a course of several months. Now, anyone who knows me well, knows that I'm not particularly like driving, but I am very grateful to have the ability and means to do so. Anyway, like I said, this first is kind of random, but its just one of the many things I'm grateful for, hope this blog gets you thinking abut the things your grateful for, both random and not so random. And, hopefully, once you start thinking of things, you'll find it hard to stop, I know I did.