And He loved, He loved, a people undeserving.
If you could see me writing this, or any blog post, really, I start out with a sigh. Then I probably sit cris-cross-apple sauce in my chair, and stop typing. I tend to look around while I'm typing, just because I'm a typing MASTA (thanks, Mavis Beacon and Type to Learn 3...).
So, I'll just start out this little talk with this: I've always wanted a job. Money is the root of all evil, right? Nope. It's the root of all living. It's a secondary reinforcer that makes the world turn. Maybe not literally, but I'd rather have cash than trading coconuts or something.
I've been working at Marshalls for...hmmm...three months now, and it feels like an ETERNITY. It took me a good week to learn how to do every aspect of my job, and from then, it's monotony.
One day I was sitting in the fitting rooms, which is 75% of my job (the other 25% being a cashier) and one of my coworkers came back. Honestly, I'm not the fondest of this person, and I'd make that semi-apparent. They chit-chatted, grabbed a rack full of clothes, and walked off. I thought of how much they annoy me, how much I dislike them, and how much I wish I could work somewhere else.
I'll stop this story to say God's SO funny, isn't He? I feel like He speaks to me the most in the shower and in the fitting rooms.
But He asked me if He loved this person.
And I replied, of course you do! You love everybody.
And do that, He said "Love who I love."
It's one of those moments that I wanna say DUH, but at the same time, it's not that easy. I've heard of the love revolution, I've blessed those who've cursed me, but love is much harder. It's doing everything because I care. It's a constant struggle, especially when there's no reason to love and every reason to hate.
I know loving people sounds cheesy, like you're supposed to give them your lunch everyday, but it's more than that. I guess I don't really know enough about it yet to REALLY write a post.
I'll leave you with this. You never know who's tottering on the edge. Just ONE action of love could change somebody's life.
Love,
Leah
12.19.2010
So Let Your Name Be Lifted Higher
Oh Lordy.
Apparently, to Keegan, whenever I say "Oh Lordy" it sounds like a southern lady saying "Oohh Lawdy" in his head.
Anyway. Do you ever get to that point where you don't know what to do? I hate when blogs start out with rhetorical questions (like I can hear your answers...), but I don't know what else to say. I don't know whether to cry, to laugh, to scream, to sleep, to shower (of all things, I do it when I'm upset. I also feel like I hear God the best when I'm in my shower), or just to sit.
I feel like crying. But not the bad kind...the refreshing kind. The kind where you cry silently, sit in your bathroom for a half hour just thinking (which I tend to do more than is probably healthy), then head off to bed.
I don't know how many of you read this, if any at all, but I wonder how/who you are. Let me explain that awkward sentence. When I sit down to write, I think about the following questions:
1) Will this teach somebody something they don't already know?
2) Will this make somebody feel better?
3) Will this help somebody get to know me better?
4) Will this help somebody get closer to God, even if it's not directly about Him?
Believe me, I could use this blog to complain. Oh BOY could I complain. But like Morgan, God's challenged me not to complain; especially about work, because generally EVERYBODY complains at work. And quite honestly, working sometimes isn't a basket full of butterflies, especially when customers are rude or the shift before us does little to no work at all. Here's what I figure...if I have a positive attitude, maybe somebody will follow my example, like I did with Morgan. Last night was my first night in action with this, and by the end of the night, it was the best time I've EVER had at work. I read 165 pages of Diary of a Wimpy Kid (I don't care how old you are, if you've been in sixth grade, you'll appreciate this book), drank Dr. Pepper behind the Fitting Room desk, and told people to adopt dust bunnies over the walkies. Well, after work, dropped my phone, well, it slipped out of my hand, and the screen is now brutally cracked. I definitely almost cried. But, I was fine.
Anyway. That's my challenge to you. Don't complain...and if you feel the need, like after you've dropped your phone before going home at 11:15, take it to God. I'll probably write a new post later this week about falling. Yup. FALLING.
I love you all,
Leah
Apparently, to Keegan, whenever I say "Oh Lordy" it sounds like a southern lady saying "Oohh Lawdy" in his head.
Anyway. Do you ever get to that point where you don't know what to do? I hate when blogs start out with rhetorical questions (like I can hear your answers...), but I don't know what else to say. I don't know whether to cry, to laugh, to scream, to sleep, to shower (of all things, I do it when I'm upset. I also feel like I hear God the best when I'm in my shower), or just to sit.
I feel like crying. But not the bad kind...the refreshing kind. The kind where you cry silently, sit in your bathroom for a half hour just thinking (which I tend to do more than is probably healthy), then head off to bed.
I don't know how many of you read this, if any at all, but I wonder how/who you are. Let me explain that awkward sentence. When I sit down to write, I think about the following questions:
1) Will this teach somebody something they don't already know?
2) Will this make somebody feel better?
3) Will this help somebody get to know me better?
4) Will this help somebody get closer to God, even if it's not directly about Him?
Believe me, I could use this blog to complain. Oh BOY could I complain. But like Morgan, God's challenged me not to complain; especially about work, because generally EVERYBODY complains at work. And quite honestly, working sometimes isn't a basket full of butterflies, especially when customers are rude or the shift before us does little to no work at all. Here's what I figure...if I have a positive attitude, maybe somebody will follow my example, like I did with Morgan. Last night was my first night in action with this, and by the end of the night, it was the best time I've EVER had at work. I read 165 pages of Diary of a Wimpy Kid (I don't care how old you are, if you've been in sixth grade, you'll appreciate this book), drank Dr. Pepper behind the Fitting Room desk, and told people to adopt dust bunnies over the walkies. Well, after work, dropped my phone, well, it slipped out of my hand, and the screen is now brutally cracked. I definitely almost cried. But, I was fine.
Anyway. That's my challenge to you. Don't complain...and if you feel the need, like after you've dropped your phone before going home at 11:15, take it to God. I'll probably write a new post later this week about falling. Yup. FALLING.
I love you all,
Leah
12.03.2010
Leaving my will, my burdens behind
It's been a long week. And by long, I mean semi-bad, but mostly just long.
And I'd like to address my whole formspring issue.
I don't have a problem with people not believing the same thing as me. You can call my church crazy because we lift our hands. You can say I'm close minded (though I'm really not) because I know what I believe. I will tell you honestly and completely what I think. I'd like to think I'm pretty good about not being a people pleaser.
But this formspring thing is getting ridiculous. If you ask what I believe or you want to know my opinion, I'll tell you. If your dyed your hair black and got it cut into a mohawk, I WILL tell you to your face that I liked your old hair better. I think I'm so blunt and blatant because that's the way I want people to talk to me. If I have chocolate all up in my teeth, I expect you to tell me!
I guess some of my facebook friends (or random people that are somehow finding my formspring) are not okay with my honesty. Logic kind of entails that if you ask a question, you get an answer. But I'd prefer that people don't INSULT my beliefs. I know others (even Jesus) faced adversity. I'm just really, really tired of it. Especially when people are anonymously bashing me.
Honestly, if they don't have the decency to tell me off to my face, that shows a lot of cowardice. I'm not hiding behind anything, and that's the way I'll stay.
Nobody has to believe what I believe, but they also don't have to fight me if they disagree.
I'd really like to know who feels the need to COMPLETELY bash me for my beliefs...because only my facebook friends have access to my formspring, and I'm not too sure I'd like to be friends with somebody that so strongly disapproves of my life entirely.
And I'd like to address my whole formspring issue.
I don't have a problem with people not believing the same thing as me. You can call my church crazy because we lift our hands. You can say I'm close minded (though I'm really not) because I know what I believe. I will tell you honestly and completely what I think. I'd like to think I'm pretty good about not being a people pleaser.
But this formspring thing is getting ridiculous. If you ask what I believe or you want to know my opinion, I'll tell you. If your dyed your hair black and got it cut into a mohawk, I WILL tell you to your face that I liked your old hair better. I think I'm so blunt and blatant because that's the way I want people to talk to me. If I have chocolate all up in my teeth, I expect you to tell me!
I guess some of my facebook friends (or random people that are somehow finding my formspring) are not okay with my honesty. Logic kind of entails that if you ask a question, you get an answer. But I'd prefer that people don't INSULT my beliefs. I know others (even Jesus) faced adversity. I'm just really, really tired of it. Especially when people are anonymously bashing me.
Honestly, if they don't have the decency to tell me off to my face, that shows a lot of cowardice. I'm not hiding behind anything, and that's the way I'll stay.
Nobody has to believe what I believe, but they also don't have to fight me if they disagree.
I'd really like to know who feels the need to COMPLETELY bash me for my beliefs...because only my facebook friends have access to my formspring, and I'm not too sure I'd like to be friends with somebody that so strongly disapproves of my life entirely.
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