Archive | March, 2012

I’m in Aw

29 Mar

I’m in aw.  Of what?, you ask.  You.  And by you I mean everybody reading this right now.  I’m amazed how many people read my blog and even more so that you guys like it and keep reading it.

In my very first blog, I said this: “So I’m nervous about this.  I’m a pastor’s wife and a church planter so I feel pressure to say something brilliant, bold and life changing.  If you’re expecting to read something brilliant, bold and life changing stop reading now.  If you want to read something funny, something that makes you think “huh, I’m glad I’m not her” or something that makes you feel better about yourself because I did something retarded and then blogged about it, THIS is your blog.”

Weeeeell MUCH to my surprise my blog has turned into something much deeper than I originally anticipated.  For those of you that don’t know me, in person I’m an idiot!!!  The things that come out of my mouth sometimes even catch me off guard and cause my poor husband to just shake his head.  I guess when I blog, I have time to think and re-write and think some more and hit delete and then trash the whole thing if it’s gross.  I have to laugh sometimes b/c when I read my blog I think, huh, she’s kinda smart.  I write what’s in my heart and on my mind and I’m honored that you guys care enough to keep reading.

Ok, let me give you an example of the idiot I mentioned earlier.  I sent this email to a dear friend earlier today; it has not ben edited.  Enjoy:  “D got invited to a bday party this Friday at 4pm…4pm on a Friday, seriously?!?  The mom was either smoking crack when she planned it or she assumes every one else is a stay home mom as well. Part of me wants to boycott this to stand-up for all the working moms out there.  BUT that would make me a jerk b/c it’s at one of those jumpy places and it actually looks like a lot of fun.  I don’t expect B to go by himself b/c that would be really awkward so I’m just gonna suck it up and ask off work early so she can go.  I guess it’s about time I meet all the moms anyway; to prove I really do exist and I’m not a figment of D’s imagination.  Whew…I feel better now. lol  Have a rock-star day with glitter, bubbles and sunshine.  :)”

See, I didn’t lie.  I wrote that; I really am an idiot.  Anyway.  I just wanted to say thank you for reading.  I’ve really enjoyed blogging and I’m honored that you continue to read it.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

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So what you’re saying is…

25 Mar

Ok. So I realize most of my posts revolve around the Old Testament. That’s because I’m in the OT in my daily reading plan.  Well I have a surprise for you today.  Not a surprise like I’m giving Starbucks gift crds to the first 5 people who comment on my status.  That would be awesome but my surprise is I’m going NT.  I know right?!?

A friend posted a Bible verse the other day.  Not a “Facebook” friend but a real friend.  She is way younger than me but very inspiring.  This is what she posted – Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns.  Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.  Philippians 4:6-7 (MSG).  This is a different version of that same verse – Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.   And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus (NIV)

I know this verse.  I tend to interpret is as don’t be anxious because it will all work out.  You may not understand it right now, but it will work out.  That’s the happy, easy interpretation.  Where I don’t have to do anything and God will fix it

But looking at it the other day something new stuck out to me….”thanksgiving.”  Ok, so I have to give thanks for the things that are causing me anxiety?!?  Yep, I think so.  So what you’re saying is I’m supposed to be thankful for the job that causes me to stress out and cry sometimes?  I’m supposed to be thankful for the financial hardships that come my way?  I should give thanks when B and I don’t see eye to eye and I want this but he wants that?  Or give thanks when your house has been on the market for months and not selling or when your teenager is out all night long doing things to drive you crazy or when your spouse isn’t quite where you want them to be?  We have to give thanks for that?  It kinda looks that way.

Why should we thank God for the bad things?  Well I don’t thank God for the bad things but I do thank God for all the good things.  And when I’m in the middle of something not so great I can’t see what God is doing.  But when I’m out of it and I look back, I can then see how all things work together and God was moving the whole time.  Then I give thanks for what I learned or how I grew or how God never left my side.

I’m working on having a new perspective.  I’m learning how to focus on the good and not the bad.  I’m learning how to enjoy the quiet and not freak out about what I’m gonna do when the quiet ends.  God says give thanks, so that’s what I’m learning how to do even when I don’t want to.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

Ducks and too many questions

20 Mar

Last night I played hooky.  Well maybe not.  Can I even call if hooky if I told people what I was really doing?  No I don’t think so but I sound more exciting if I say I played hooky.

Our Monday nights consist of monday night prayer meetings at Monky’s Nest.  I share baby sitting duty with Chantel so one week I watch the kids and the next week I go to the meetings.  Yesterday was my week to attend but I really wanted t stay home with D, just the 2 of us.   I know how hard being a stay home parent is but sometimes I get a little jealous of B’s time with D.  We had fun; I’m really glad I stayed home.

We went for a bike ride.  Well I rode the bike and she got a ride in the carriage attached to the back.  There are some trails in our neighborhood that lead to a park and a pond.  We had a few pieces of bread left so we fed the ducks.  These ducks are food snobs.  D got out of the carriage and walked towards them quacking and they just ignored her.  Once they say the bag I was holding they swarmed me.  D loved it!  She had so much fun throwing bread and watching them chase it.  We’ve decided to save old bread and tortillas and do this on a regular basis.  On the way home she asked me a million questions about ducks.  Hi I’m Katie and I speak in hyperbolizes.

Here is an example:  She asked me why one had a dirty face.  I told her ducks don’t have hands so how can they wash their face.  She asked me why some have long necks and some don’t.  I told her all animals are made differently and unique.  She asked me why.  I said that’s the way God made them so we cold enjoy all different types of birds cause the world would be boring with only one kind of duck.  She asked me why.  I said I don’t know; ask God when you get to heaven.

My 2 default answers are 1) Ask God when you get to heaven and 2) Because he/she didn’t get hugged enough as a kid.

Once we got home we played hide and seek.  I hid so well one time that she got upset b/c she thought I left.  She’s not very good at being sneaky.  She laughs the whole time so I always know where she is.

We were in bed and telling stories by 8pm; she likes when I make up stories about a litte girl names “Schmanica.”  B came home around 8:30pm and we all just hung out on the bed for an hour.

That’s it.  I just thought I would share about my awesome Monday evening with D.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

Patterns and Lies

16 Mar

So, still reading the Bible. Now I’m in Judges. I like this book because it’s about people; not dividing the land or how to become clean after touching a dead animal.

We watched the TV show Touch last night (very cool show; I’m afraid I might be hooked.) One character talked about how everything in the world is made up of patterns but not everyone can see or recognize them. Well Judges has a pattern. Joshua, the guy that led them into the Promise land, died and Israel didn’t have a leader so they turned away from the Lord….every time I say Joshua I think of Rachel from Friends and the wedding dress episode…sorry, I digress.

Ok back to patterns. So Joshua died –> they turned away from the Lord and worshiped other Gods and idols –>God punished them and there was no peace –> they repented and cried out to God –> God heard them –> sent them a Godly leader –> they followed God and the land had peace –> the leader died–> they turned away from the Lord and worshiped other Gods and idols –> God punished them and there was no peace –> they repented and cried out to God –> God heard them…Notice the pattern? I used fancy arrows to make it look flowy.  😉

Gideon is one of the judges mentioned. This is what happened after he died: No sooner had Gideon died than the Israelites again prostituted themselves to the Baals. They set up Baal-Berith as their god and did not remember the LORD their God, who had rescued them from the hands of all their enemies on every side. They also failed to show any loyalty to the family of Jerub-Baal (that is, Gideon) in spite of all the good things he had done for them. Judges 8:33-35.

This got me thinking. As soon as Gideon died, they turned away from the Lord. If you can turn away from something that quickly were you really that dedicated in the first place? So to me it sounds like they knew God’s word but didn’t live it; they were living a lie.

How many of us do this same thing? How many of us live a lie because we’re so afraid to let others see the truth? Who’s out there trying to “keep up with the Jones’s?” You’ve spent all this money to appear to live a certain lifestyle but secretly you’re drowning under a sea of debt. Who’s out there trying to be little miss social and always have plans or a date but secretly you’re lonely? Who’s out there trying to make it seem like you have it all together but secretly your life is falling apart around you and you’re screaming on the inside?

Why do we feel like we have to live a lie? It is because we’re afraid of being judged by others? People can be harsh so why do we try so hard to impress them?

But GOD told Samuel, “Looks aren’t everything. Don’t be impressed with his looks and stature. I’ve already eliminated him. GOD judges persons differently than humans do. Men and women look at the face; GOD looks into the heart.” – 1 Samuel 16:7

I know this verse, I’ve told it to D. But do I live it? Not so much. I’m pretty quick to judge others and I’m not a fan when they judge me. So once again I’m a hypocrite and I’m just like the Israelites.  But I’m so thankful that God looks at the inside, sees the ugly truth, and loves us anyway.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

Random

14 Mar

I had a blog in mind but I couldn’t figure out how to word it without hurting anybody’s feelings.  No I’m not afraid of saying something controversial, no I’m not afraid of causing someone not to like me.  I just didn’t want to hurt some people’s feelings, especially because I like these people.  I decided it wasn’t that important for me to get my thoughts out.  So I decided to scrap the idea.  It was centered around the thought of no change = no growth.  If you stay the same there is no learning, stretching, developing, or challenging thinking going on so how can you grow?

Anyway…I felt the need to blog but I couldn’t decide about what.  I guess I had writers block.  I was sitting, staring at a blank computer screen when D walked by.  I figured she could inspire me.  So I told her to give me an idea and I would blog about it.  To all you other bloggers out there with children, I don’t really recommend you do this on a regular basis.  But I was desperate so I went for it.

So the topic of the day is: gooey, sweet, gummy bears with fruit inside them…not quite sure where to go from here.  I like gummy bears.  I’ve never had any that had fruit inside them.  I have had some that were left in the car during the west Texas summer and they became gooey.  D had had a few gooey ones fall in her car seat and she sat on them.  Trying to get this mess out of her clothes was not fun.

I asked B what to blog about.  He said I need to blog about “how much you like to jump my bones.”  I told him nope.  He then said “blog about how awesome I am,” nope again.  Then he said “blog about Doritos.”  2 thoughts about Doritos immediately popped in my mind and they both involve Taco Bell.  Thought 1: I have a friend that gets the $2 meal with a burrito and a bag of Doritos.  She made up a song and it goes like this: “I love Doritos in my 5 Layer Burrito.” Thought 2: Is about the new taco that has a Doritos shell.  Won’t that get your hands dirty?  I guess when you’re done you get to lick your whole hand instead of just your finger tips…to me that seems gross.

That’s all.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

Eleven Years

10 Mar

Today is mine and B’s 11th anniversary!!! I opened up the computer this morning to write my blog and I was greeted with this:

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Good morning babe. Happy anniversary!!! You write your blog for the world to read (from Malaysia to Africa to Canada) I write this for you to read.

11 years ago I got so lucky! I know we have been through the good times and the bad…….but I would not change it because……I got to do it with you. By God’s grace and his hand on our life we had made it this far and I look forward to the future and what he has in store for us.

I am so proud of you and everything you do, from your writing to your motherliness to you wifeliness and everything in between. You blow me away with the things you do. I thank God all the time for you, the Godly woman you are and the Godly woman for Danica to see as a wonderful example. She is truly blessed to have you as her mom.

You have made my life so much better and I am glad and honored to call you my wife! Happy 11th anniversary!!!!!!

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I’m so blessed to be married to this man.  The man he is now is so completely different from the guy I started dating.

We first met in 7th grade when I used to make fun of him, we had a class in 9th grade and he used to make fun of me.  Then we had a couple classes together our senior year; his butt looked good in jeans and he drove a BMW so that made him good boyfriend material.  😉

Our first date was The Matrix.   I wasn’t a fan of the movie so I got paybacks when I made him take me to see Moulin Rouge.  Eleven years later we still can’t agree on movies.  He loves Star Wars, FIght Club, anything James Bond related, and nothing with singing.  I love anything with Hugh Grant, Titanic, the Bodyguard and anything with singing; the more the movie makes me cry, the better.

We’ve had our ups and downs, what marriage hasn’t?  Our biggest fight was over our dog Zeppelin.  We were literally in a fight for weeks and I seriously thought this dog was gonna lead us to a divorce.  That was honestly and truly a hard time for us.

The next biggest fight I remember having was in the bedspread section of Kohls.  We were preparing to move to Austin and we had so much stress in our lives that it all came out at that point.  He wanted the $400, 1 million thread count, Vera Wang set and I wanted the $79, fluffy one with 27 throw pillows. The lesson I learned from this experience was NOT to talk things out before they build up and get out of control and we both say things we don’t mean.  Nope!  I learned to buy the stupid bedspread by myself and he can deal with what I picked.

We’ve come  a long way from where we were.  We’ve only made it because of God’s hand on our lives.  I’m so blessed to be Mrs Brandn Moore.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.

Strong, Brave and Smoking Hot

8 Mar

I’m reading Joshua right now. I finished all the fun stories about conquering and now I’m in the even funner part about land distribution. Yes, that was sarcasm.

Joshua took over after Moses died. We first met Joshua when the 12 spies were sent to scope out the promise land. 10 of the men saw how big the inhabitants were and became afraid but Joshua and Caleb said “we got this!” God promised the Israelites this land and it seems the other 10 men forgot that promise.

Fast forward and now Joshua is leading the Israelites into the promise land, the land of milk and honey. When I think of Joshua I think he’s strong, brave, has no fear and is probably smoking hot.

I noticed a phrase, or a theme, that was repeated over and over again: “Be strong and courageous” and “Do not fear.” When God repeats something you know He wants you to remember it. So God wanted Joshua to remember to be strong and courageous and to fear not.

Why?

I thought Joshua was brave and strong. I picture him as an Old Testament version of Brad Pitt, Eric Bana, Clint Eastwood and Will Smith all combined into one. And then it hits me…Joshua was a regular person. I sometimes forget that. God doesn’t use crazy He-Man, woman hater guys (thank you Little Rascals) for His glory, no, God uses regular, ordinary people like you and me for His glory.

In Deuteronomy 31 Moses tells Israel that he is about to die and Joshua is taking over and Moses tells Israel to be strong and courageous. Later in that chapter, God tells Joshua to be strong and courageous.

In Joshua 1:1-9 God tells Joshua 3 times to be strong and courageous. 3 times! Remember back in school if the teacher repeated something 3 times you knew it was gonna be on the test? Well, Joshua had a big test coming and God wanted to make sure Joshua remembered this when it mattered.

Throughout the first 12 chapters, the phrases “be strong and courageous” and “do not fear” are repeated 8 more times. God tells this to Joshua, Joshua tells this to the Israelites and then the Israelites tell it back to Joshua. It’s like a circle, they are all continually reminding each other to be strong and courageous.

The land that God promised the Israelites was currently being lived in by other people, the tall men I mentioned earlier. The Israelites needed to be like an Italian mob boss and “get rid of the problem” their enemies needed to “swim with the fishes.”

Joshua 12 lists the 31 kings that Joshua conquered before they could inhabit in the land God promised them…31 kings; no wonder God had to continually remind him to “be strong and courageous” and “do not fear.” They had to fight and they had to win and they did it 31 times.

I don’t know what battles you are facing right now but I encourage you to be strong and courageous and to fear not. Be like Joshua. Go and conquer!

Be strong and of good courage, do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. – Joshua 1:9

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.