Office, Ohio State, and Scrabble…my life is RANDOM.

Lately my blogging aspirations have been, well, uninspired. Serious kudos to those people who blog every day. Not me.

Here are some highlights of my life lately:

  • We reached 65% of our support goal =) God has provided in such unbelievable ways and I’m SOOO pumped to see Him provide this last 35% and get us to campus.
  • I was extremely disappointed with Will Ferrell’s appearance on The Office. Seriously awful. The receptionist, Erin, was the funniest character in the whole episode. Here is one of her older clips that is my absolute favorite:
  • I entered the pregnant woman jungle of Babies-R-Us to get a baby shower gift, had a mini panic attack in the diaper aisle, and felt judged by all the pregnant women in the store because I look like I could have just finished my sophomore year of high school. Hope to not go back into that madness for a LONG time!
  • Toured Ohio State University with my good friends who are on staff with Crusade there. Wow. Mount’s campus could practically fit into their workout center. Ridiculous. Here are my 3 favorite shots from the day:

  • Biggest news of my random week. I FINALLY beat Nate in one of our favorite games, Fast Scrabble. I started playing this game with Nate’s family when we started dating. If I scored in the positives, it was a good game. Nate’s mom is a Fast Scrabble Ninja and usually, even he smokes me. But not this time. Not anymore. Here is my clincher puzzle, the one that won it all for me. VICTORY!!!!
Here’s to more blogging inspiration in the coming weeks. CAN’T WAIT!

Great Gobs of Goose Grease

We arrive at the farm, walk into Grandma and Grandpa’s living room. Hugs for Grandma….

Grandpa walks in and proceeds to change in the middle of the room. He drops his pants. We gasp and close our eyes. Thankfully, my Grandpa was wearing like 3 pairs of pants…just don’t question it. Of course, there is nothing weird to him about changing in front of all of us. I mean, he still pinches my backside and says I’m “a good little boy”.

This is life on the farm. Unpredictable. Crazy. Awesome.

When I was younger, these 70 acres held the most supreme adventures. Trees, barns, mud, vines, cows, AND a basketball hoop.

Heaven.

Now that I’m less apt to play in the mud and try to catch those tiny things swimming in the creek, I walk. I walk and I don’t carry a watch, cellphone, anything. It’s so wonderful to not be constrained by time. I think I’ve truly mastered the art of ambling. Walking with no destination or goal, no time limit or task to accomplish. Walking to just enjoy the beauty.

I love the farm. I tried to capture some of the beauty for you here. It’s my first experimentation with this AWESOME camera my ‘Florida Grandma’ blessed me with for Christmas. Never thought I would own a camera this nice. I can’t wait until I understand how to use it to be super awesome.

P.S. The title is one of my Grandpa’s favorite sayings.

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Let me preface by saying, “I’m not pregnant.”

It seems as if from Day #2 of being married every time I say,”Guess what?”, my family replies with shrieking excitement, “YOU’RE PREGNANT!”.

To which I reply back, “No, I picked a weggie without my hands today and I thought you would be proud.”

Both sides of Nate and I’s family are definitely not pushing us to wait to have children =) It’s not like they’re pushing us to begin a family either, but our mommas are ready to spoil them some grandbabies. And of course, with both of them having such a quiet and meek personality, it’s not like they voice their opinions LOUDLY and OFTEN or anything (insert sarcastic wink here).

Anyway…all this to say that the prompt that this bloggy thingy gave me to write about was, “Write a letter to your future grandchildren.” Since I can’t even imaging having grandchildren at this point in my life , I thought I would give this a stab to a future child.

I’ve never actually thought of what I would say to he/she/them so forgive me if this is a little jumbled:

Dear uh…YOU,

I cannot believe that you have made me a mother. I feel compelled to either get a mom haircut or learn to play the piano.

I have many unrealistic expectations for you: Speak several languages by 3rd grade, learn to play the harp so you can receive a fat scholarship to a top University (Thank you Kate & Evan Staggs for this inspiration), appreciate and dominate in several key sports, and be an avid chef as to limit the years I have to cook for our family. But, I kid.

There are so many things that I cannot wait to teach you; to show and model for you. I hope I can show you how to love life and love Jesus most of all. He will transform your life in ways that you can’t even begin to imagine. When I think about my life even thus far, I can definitely say that the most fulfilling and wondrous experience for me has been walking in relationship with God. He cares for you so much more than I even have the capacity for. Don’t waste years of your life trying to find a wholeness in your Spirit without Jesus. I’ve tried. I’ve failed.

I know that having your parents in ministry will not be easy for you. There will be days when you absolutely hate what we do, and will wish for us to have chosen a 9-5 desk job with no ties to peoples’ hearts. I remember feeling the same way countless times growing up. I hope you can see in us the importance and joy found in investing in people. You will find that so much happiness comes in serving and loving others well.

I want you to know, that you were made with immaculate care and thought. Your body, your talents, your personality, were all crafted by a loving Father. You are celebrated. You are enough exactly as you are. I will reaffirm your identity often, and be mindful to continually walk in the Spirit so I don’t portray the opposite, in my view of myself, of what I say to you.

You cannot possibly perform for my love. I have no expectations that you must live up to.

I. AM. FOR. YOU.

I will be the annoyingly enthusiastic mom for wherever you feel your passions lie. You may have to be patient with me if you choose to pursue anything but sports. I’m not really sure what’s appropriate level of cheering for ballet performances, orchestra recitals, art shows etc. I’ll try not to be loud and obnoxious, but I cannot make any promises. Just know that I love you…and I can park around the corner so no one knows you’re associated with me.

You will become my most important ministry. Walking through life with you will erupt in me a contentment of being exactly in the place you were created for. Honestly, I hope by the time you arrive, I am more mature and selfless than as I’m writing this. I’m sure you will bring out a nature in me that no one else can, and one that I have doubted exists in my character.

I cannot wait to make a lifetime of memories with you.

I already love you.

Megan – a.k.a. The coolest future mom in North Lawrence, Ohio, [Population: 12]

 

What would you say to your future children? Or, if you know me, what would you say to mine? =) Leave me a comment, peeps!!

Confessions of a Blog-Stalker

“Hello, my name is Megan, and I’m a blog stalker.”

“Hello, Megan.”

Alright, let’s get started…..

It’s a problem, I know. I could spend hours a day reading blogs online. There are just so many GREAT bloggers out there [naturally, most of them are women =) ]. I love reading about other people’s lives, especially those in ministry. I can relate to these women, gain wisdom from them, and of course, laugh at their lives without them knowing =) But, as much as I like these blogs, I’ve found that reading them has had a definite effect on my own blogging.

I have actually had a lot of fun blogging lateley about silly things; Smoker’s lung & basketball, Bubble baths, my little sister etc. I’ve become more consistent, and I really enjoy the writing aspect of putting my thoughts down on, well, screen.

But, as much as I have enjoyed blogging, and blog stalking, I find myself trapped in this ever familiar struggle. Again.

Comparison.

I’m guilty of it so much more than I would like to admit. Fighting it takes a second-by-second focus. Thoughts run through my head about my ineptness or inadequacy compared to all these other women with unbelievable blogging talent. It stops me from writing about my heart, opinions, and passions. It stops me from writing seriously, because I only see myself falling short.

And don’t let me fool you into thinking that this stops in the blog realm of my life. This ugliness of comparison has shown it’s face in nearly every single area of my life:

Appearance. I believe the lie that other women are made so much more beautifully than myself. Comparing my body to other women I see is so second nature that I hardly recognize it anymore. My mind runs away with itself leaving me feeling ugly, ashamed of how I look.

Leadership. I don’t see the abilities God has given me to size up with other women in ministry. Why would someone want to follow me? How on earth could I impact a girl’s life for the gospel? I might as well refer her to someone else, for her own sake; so she can grow and get the best direction.

There are so many other realms of my life that I struggle comparing and measuring up to others. So often I think that if I tell anyone about this, I’ll be looked at differently, judged, not trusted. So I hide. I hide in my struggle and keep my emotions in the dark, in the dark where the lies grow stronger.

A good friend reminded me recently that it’s so hard to make progress or believe the truth over the lies when you aren’t telling anyone about it. In all this, the Lord has been so gracious to me in putting women in my life who continue to speak truth to me, and remind me of who the Lord says I am. I am sooooooo thankful for these women, and continue to process with them and the Lord daily.

So here’s to blogging, and blog stalking, and being content with yourself exactly how the Lord fashioned you before the beginning of the word.

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A Great Slaughter & A Great Savior

Usually I’m not all about jocking off what others have written, but this short little article is so good. What a great reminder than I often try to avoid. 

WARNING: Conviction will most likely follow after reading. Some may experience deep feelings of a needed life change.

A Great slaughter and a Great Savior

By: Jeff Lark

In yet another attempt to help my kids (ages 12 and 10) get into the Scriptures, on February 4 we decided to read through the New Testament together in a year. So, with the best of intentions, our reading for that first night was Matthew 1 and 2.

I don’t know how many times I’ve read these chapters…and how many times I responded just like my daughter did that night. After she read, we began to dialogue. One of the first things she said was, “I am planning on journaling after I read, but I just couldn’t after I read these chapters…so and so was the father of so and so down to Jesus…and then Jesus was born, there was wise men” and it’s as if she said, “and yada, yada, yada.” And, it’s as if she said in a tween voice, “come on dad, didn’t we just celebrate Christmas just over a month ago? “Oh my gosh, do you think I’m that dumb that I would forget the story that quickly?”

But, instead of reading for information, I began to press her for transformation. I asked a version of the two questions that we were trained to ask in the Bible Study Methods class – “what does this passage say about mankind that requires God’s redemption?” and “what does this passage say about God that provides man’s redemption?”

As we glanced at the passage together, King Herod’s name came up. She said, in response to the first question, “Herod killed all the babies”. As if to say, “Herod is the extreme example of total and utter human depravity…who in their right mind would slaughter babies?

Then I asked, “Why did he do it?” She responded, “Because he wanted to be the only king.” As I held up the mirror of God’s word, I said, “Just like you, right?” At first, she tried to move out from behind the mirror. “I would never slaughter babies.” “But”, I said, “just like Herod, your heart’s inclination is to not like any King competing for the throne of your life.” She looked at the mirror and then looked at me with a sheepish grin on her face. She didn’t need to say a thing. The scriptures exposed her fallen condition (and mine).

But, as we continued, we saw that Herod needed the Savior he was trying to slaughter. And, we need the Lord that we try to dethrone. As much as we hate giving up the pursuits of self exultation, control, pride, rights, selfish ambition, and self glory, our deepest desire is ultimately only met in the Savior – where He is exulted…He takes control…He Humbles…He replaces our fight for rights and selfish ambitions with deep and sacrificial concern for others…and His glory is our greatest joy.

Oh, how we need the Savior we seek to slaughter.

  • In what ways have you recently seen an internal struggle to fight Christ for Lordship of your life?
  • How has Christ recently revealed to you His supremacy as the satisfaction that your heart ultimately longs for?

Lord, I’m sarcastically thankful for…

My sister.

Let’s give a little background. My sisters and I are as opposite as, well, all the famous sisters I can think of are really similar. So let’s say she’s like one of the Olsen twins, whichever one is more stable, and I’m like either Venus or Serena Williams, minus the fashion sense and unbelievable calves. I’ve always been into sports and Hannah hates to sweat. Hannah will dress up every day if you let her, and I would rather wear sweatpants. Hannah played with dolls and I with dirt. I mean really, SO different.

I love my sister. And she has been by far the best thing about living at home. But, there are times when I definitely do not appreciate her. Like this past week when we were obliterated by that snow storm. Let me just take you on a tour of our night…

Winter decided to remind us all the reasons we don't like Ohio ALL in one night.

Mom & Dad got stuck on the Interstate and called to have US, key word meaning more than one person, shovel the driveway. I was doing my part, hence this lovely picture of my butt.

While Hannah was making snow angels.

But, like most instances in our entire lives, Hannah can smile and worm her way into your good graces in a matter of minutes.

After the driveway was done…

We played dress up in Dad's ridiculous hats...

And went on a walk with Mom, enjoying the snow and making fun of each other =)

Best friends on 3...Best friends.

I’m with you, Rihanna.

I love women. I love talking with them, listening to them, laughing, crying (not as often as you would imagine), everything. I think the way that we have been created, the intricacies of our desires and motivations, our yearnings and passions, is just, well, amazing.

Right now I’m reading the book, Captivating, and it’s teaching me a lot about really what it means to be a woman, how our souls were created and fun stuff like that. I definitely recommend the book.

And you know else I’ve been learning from? Rihanna. Believe it. Although, I’m not really taking cues from her fashion after seeing her snow-stripped dress thingy at the Grammy’s. Not sure how she managed not to shift any key body parts throughout the whole process. Props for that, I guess. But, I think Rihanna’s pretty accurately described the heart of women in her song Only Girl (In the World).

Want you to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. Like I’m the only one that you’ll ever love. Like I’m the only one who knows your heart. Only girl in the world…

Each of us women have this innate desire to be loved; deeply, intimately, passionately and exclusively. We want to be completely known, to be kept safe and secure. We want someone to choose us, to want us, to desire us. I’m even married and I listen to this song and think ‘Heck yeah, that’s what I want!’.

And yet, here en lies the problem. So many women, and yes, probably Rihanna too, expect this ultimate love, acceptance and security to come from a man. Don’t get me wrong, I love men too! Specifically one man =).

But I found out very quickly that even when being romanced by him in dating, engagement, and marriage, even when he pursues me, even when he lets me eats the last of the Cheddar and Sour Cream chips, he CANNOT fulfill this desire in my heart.

I’m so happy that the Lord exclusively pursues my heart, loves my soul specifically. I really hope these women, and even Rihanna, can recognize my Savior, the lover of their souls for the stud that he is. Being a Christian totally changed for me when I realized that God was inviting me into a deeper romance. My God has a passionate, fierce and romantic heart. My prayer is that you allow him to choose you, to pursue you. My prayer is that you realize his desire for you.

“He rescued me, because he delighted in me.” Psalm 18:19

“You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes.” SOS 4:9

“I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. Jeremiah 31:3

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