by BeBe Winans
"I pray for peace
Blessings and honor
Heaven right earth's despair
This is my Christmas prayer
For those that grieve
God will bring comfort
Laughter will rapture there
This is my Christmas prayer
I pray for you
That you triumph and conquer
And posess the strength you neeed to bare
This is my Christmas prayer
For those in need
There would be plenty
And each other's burdens share
This is my Christmas prayer..."
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Monday, November 29, 2004
Thanksgiving
It's a couple days late, but I have a lot to be thankful for. First of all, I'm very thankful that the doctors have finally figured out what is wrong with my brother, and they're hopefully going to be able to help him with medication.
Secondly, I have a very great guy for a husband. He works really hard which I admire him for. He also treats me like a princess, because he loves me. I am a very lucky girl.
Yesterday, I was reminded about how wonderful a good friend is. My best friend Charity called and we talked for over an hour. It was so nice to talk to someone (ok, I'll be honest... a girl) who really understands you, knows your history without you having to explain your baggage, and knows just the thing to say to give you some encouragement. There have been times in my life where I wished I had more friends and felt more than a little lonely. Now, I realize to have one true friend (which I am blessed to have a husband, a dad, a brother, and a sister-in-law as friends, too) is rare and more than enough. All of these people have a special role in my life and, I feel, they were hand-picked by God for me. I am a very, very lucky girl.
Secondly, I have a very great guy for a husband. He works really hard which I admire him for. He also treats me like a princess, because he loves me. I am a very lucky girl.
Yesterday, I was reminded about how wonderful a good friend is. My best friend Charity called and we talked for over an hour. It was so nice to talk to someone (ok, I'll be honest... a girl) who really understands you, knows your history without you having to explain your baggage, and knows just the thing to say to give you some encouragement. There have been times in my life where I wished I had more friends and felt more than a little lonely. Now, I realize to have one true friend (which I am blessed to have a husband, a dad, a brother, and a sister-in-law as friends, too) is rare and more than enough. All of these people have a special role in my life and, I feel, they were hand-picked by God for me. I am a very, very lucky girl.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
God is Faithful
If you happen to come across my blog, maybe it is for this reason. My brother has been very sick lately with bad headaches and episodes of falling unconscious. The doctors have not been able to figure it out as of yet. Please pray that he will recover soon. Our family does not want to live in fear, but to trust God in all things. Thank you for remembering him in your prayers.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Time Flies Whether You're Having Fun Or Not
Do you ever feel like you are just going through life on auto-pilot? I do all the time. I get frustrated with the entire cycle. I hear people talk about how people are selfish (Christians in particular) and they don't do enough of anything good. It's exhausting to me. I see my dad work his tail off to further God's kingdom, and I feel his frustration that it's not enough... in fact, people are constantly telling him that it's not enough. If he doesn't do "enough" and I do nothing, then I think I'm in real trouble.
I've named this blog "self-reflection," but let's face it... self reflection is no good if there is no change involved. I've tried making goals for myself. I always fail. The only thing that I've made small progress in is trying to put others before me like at work and... (oh, that's the only place I see people besides my husband.) So, just wondering if anyone else has any insight about making a difference in the world. The million dollar question, right?
I've named this blog "self-reflection," but let's face it... self reflection is no good if there is no change involved. I've tried making goals for myself. I always fail. The only thing that I've made small progress in is trying to put others before me like at work and... (oh, that's the only place I see people besides my husband.) So, just wondering if anyone else has any insight about making a difference in the world. The million dollar question, right?
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Discontentment
I have huge issues. I guess if I admit to them, I can make a shift in the right direction. Here's the deal...
I decide how I think things should go for me-- you know, big life events in a certain order at a certain time. I have this notion that if I believe it, it will happen. Some call it faith, but it might be a more hocus-pocus type of thinking. I'm leaning toward the second. Anyway, I really think that everything is going to be just like my plan because I believe it. Guess what? It never happens according to my plan. I end up completely devastated every time. You might think it would be normal to be disappointed about such things. But the disappointment is not the problem, although it does get old. The event itself is not that big of deal. I can revise "the plan." But, I start looking at everyone else's course of life, and wondering why mine doesn't go like whoever else. By comparing me to other random people, I start to be ungrateful and discontent. These thoughts start coming into my mind..."Nothing ever goes right." "What did I do to deserve this?" "I try so hard to do everything right..."
The point is not to throw away goals and dreams. Stop comparing apples to oranges. God devised a plan that was picked out for me as unique as my DNA. Do I trust Him to work out things for good, or do I want to control everything? When I look at the way things turn out that I try to control, it is never a good thing. The goal is to be grateful for what I have today, and trust God for what I need tomorrow.
I decide how I think things should go for me-- you know, big life events in a certain order at a certain time. I have this notion that if I believe it, it will happen. Some call it faith, but it might be a more hocus-pocus type of thinking. I'm leaning toward the second. Anyway, I really think that everything is going to be just like my plan because I believe it. Guess what? It never happens according to my plan. I end up completely devastated every time. You might think it would be normal to be disappointed about such things. But the disappointment is not the problem, although it does get old. The event itself is not that big of deal. I can revise "the plan." But, I start looking at everyone else's course of life, and wondering why mine doesn't go like whoever else. By comparing me to other random people, I start to be ungrateful and discontent. These thoughts start coming into my mind..."Nothing ever goes right." "What did I do to deserve this?" "I try so hard to do everything right..."
The point is not to throw away goals and dreams. Stop comparing apples to oranges. God devised a plan that was picked out for me as unique as my DNA. Do I trust Him to work out things for good, or do I want to control everything? When I look at the way things turn out that I try to control, it is never a good thing. The goal is to be grateful for what I have today, and trust God for what I need tomorrow.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Who Cares What You Think?
I'm on summer vacation and I've been watching a lot of TV which includes a lot of news and current event type shows. It has really been bothering me that some people feel they are entitled to give their opinions at any time to anyone. I guess I don't think my opinion is that important most of the time. Sometimes when I feel very strongly about something then I also feel entitled to state it. But, when someone disagress with my point of view, then I don't like it when they are "obnoxious" about it. Maybe what I think is "obnoxious" is to them just passion.
Where do we draw the line? Or do we at all? Is there a point when we should keep our opinion to ourself? Or should we be more tolerant of others and their opinions?
This is what I have concluded for myself: Listen more, talk less. Maybe if people feel that someone is listening to them, they won't have to yell so loud.
Where do we draw the line? Or do we at all? Is there a point when we should keep our opinion to ourself? Or should we be more tolerant of others and their opinions?
This is what I have concluded for myself: Listen more, talk less. Maybe if people feel that someone is listening to them, they won't have to yell so loud.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
My Brother
Today is my brother's birthday. The day he was born is my very first memory. I can remember waking up to what sounded like my mom in pain-- of which I'm sure that she probably was. Our neighbor, Ilarose, came and whisked me down to her house while I was still in my pajamas. As a three year old, I definitely didn't know what was really going on.
I can also remember the day that he came home. I think that my mom was wearing high heels. A strange memory, I know, but maybe that's where I got my love for wearing the perfect shoes no matter how much the pain. Anyway, from that day on, I had a special addition to my life.
As kids, we didn't usually get along too much. We liked different things. We definitely see things differently. But as adults, we couldn't be closer. We live far away from each other, but you'd never know it if you saw us together. While we used to only notice our differences, now we see a lot of similarities. Because we're brother and sister, we've lived life with similar circumstances so we can understand each other. We don't need words to explain to each other about heartache. We hate to see the other hurt. We know each other's vulnerabilites, but no one can speak negatively about the other one in our presence. We're loyal to a fault, and we like it that way.
My brother is not just my brother anymore. He's my friend- one of the best ones I've got. Happy Birthday, Jonathan.
I can also remember the day that he came home. I think that my mom was wearing high heels. A strange memory, I know, but maybe that's where I got my love for wearing the perfect shoes no matter how much the pain. Anyway, from that day on, I had a special addition to my life.
As kids, we didn't usually get along too much. We liked different things. We definitely see things differently. But as adults, we couldn't be closer. We live far away from each other, but you'd never know it if you saw us together. While we used to only notice our differences, now we see a lot of similarities. Because we're brother and sister, we've lived life with similar circumstances so we can understand each other. We don't need words to explain to each other about heartache. We hate to see the other hurt. We know each other's vulnerabilites, but no one can speak negatively about the other one in our presence. We're loyal to a fault, and we like it that way.
My brother is not just my brother anymore. He's my friend- one of the best ones I've got. Happy Birthday, Jonathan.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Why Blog?
There seems to me to be a lot of reasons why people blog or comment on someone else's blog. I've noticed some people are looking for other people to communicate with, to build relationships with. Others are looking to grow personally in an intellectual way. Still others are looking to influence others in a certain way. Maybe they are looking for someone to listen to them or understand them. All of these reasons are valid reasons. I will be using this blog to better understand myself.
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