dwelling

I will always love Georgia font.  I can't understand why everyone insists on Times New Roman.  It looks so lifeless, bland, and nondescript.  Let's fix that Microsoft?  K thanks.


The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.  He maketh me lie down in green pastures...


I had the most delightful conversation yesterday with a beautiful friend about learning to rest, even as the world swirls madly around you.  Although I'll admit, I need to learn to rest more in the Lord, in general, my life has been about learning to use wisdom and discernment about my calendar this year.  It's strange, because I want to be so social and friendly, but if I overdo it, I don't have the energy and love to devote to my wards at school.  If I'm overly committed to pouring into the kids, I forget to dwell on His Word and refocus my heart from its wanton affections.  If I put all my being into one person, it can be ripped out from under me and leave me at a complete loss of who I am.


My identity is found in Christ.  
Not in the person I date.
Or eventually marry.
Or in my career.
Or in my friends.
Or my social life (or lack thereof, I'm a first-year teacher y'all).
Or in my hair.
Or in my weight.
Or in my clothes.
Or in my material possessions.


My heart is so prone to wander Lord, I feel it.  As the hymn goes, I beg of the Lord to take my heart and seal it for His courts above, because I have no greater mission than to be His and His alone.  Whether I make a billion dollars in life, or never buy a new car ever ever again, I am here to glorify His name and His kingdom and His mission.  


May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to You, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.