Here we go again!

So…after a long break, I have decided to start writing again.  The Lord has been doing some crazy things in my life.  Actually not really crazy, more like maturing me, growing me and stretching me.  Let’s just say it hasn’t all been fun, but I am so glad for the process.  Life is a process.  A process that I wasn’t REALLY aware of when I started this journey of Christianity, some 5 odd years ago. Thank you Jesus for your love and guidance.  I made it 5 years! Whoo hoo!  Stayed tuned!

I’m gettin’ hitched!

This girl is getting married in March 2009!  I wanted to show off my man to all of yall, so here are a couple of random shots of us.  The Lord has really blessed me with an awesome husband to be.  I am excited to start my new journey with him by my side.   I am very thankful for Dustin Martin and can’t wait to be his wife.

Check this out…

I had someone dear to me show me this link.  Check this out and tell me what you think?

Newspaper confirms Obama is a Socialist

Sneak peek….

 

Here are a few pictures of the Chick-fil-a / FCA City Championship Game that I shot last night.  The Brunswick High Pirates captured their 3rd title in row.

in shock…

I stole this video from my friend Chris Moncus’ blog.  As I watched this video, I wept.  Seriously, when are we going to wake up as a nation, as humans, or as christians and realize the depth of our sin.  My heart is breaking right now that somewhere, a tiny baby may be placed on a cold stainless table in the dark to die.

 

 

words that make me cringe….

have you ever heard a word that just makes you cringe…I have a list that I am willing to share with you….here it is…

• moist
• lubricate
• mucus
• phlegm

What words do you hate?

Maybe my most embarrassing dating moment….

I’m up pretty late tonight.  I’ve got a ton of things swirling in my head…I just got home from Atlanta where I was visiting my new man.  Let’s just say he’s great, but on to the embarrassing story.  This weekend was for us to spend some quality time together/ me meet his friends and parents.  Saturday was awesome we hung out all day long.  We ran some early morning errands, ate some sushi at Atlantic Station for lunch, followed by spreading the Good News at Little Five Points.  It was a great day.  Saturday night, we were going to have dinner with Dustin’s parents at Longhorn.  I was looking forward to meeting them, getting to know them.  On the 30 minute drive, I started feeling nauseous.  I had that cold sweat going on, where you know at any minute you are going to just barf.  The feeling would come in waves.  I didn’t say anything to Dustin, because I thought maybe it was nerves, but I wasn’t nervous. Upon reaching Longhorn, his parents were not there so I made my way to the restroom feeling really sick again.  Praying I would just vomit so I could feel better.  Nothing.  The wave passed and I came out to meet his parents.   I sat down and started talking with his mom and dad.  Everything was going fine until another wave of nausea came around.  I ran to the bathroom again, praying this time would be it.  Maybe I would get sick and get some relief.  Nothing.  I had broken out into another cold sweat. I got it together and went back out there.  This happened two more times in the restaurant, needless to say I was embarrassed.  I had all these things swirling in my head of what his parents thought about me….maybe she’s pregnant, maybe she’s bulimic (yeah right) maybe she’s just really nervous (nope not it either).  They were really sweet about the entire thing, I was just really embarrassed.  I mean this was the first impression they had of me.  So….I couldn’t quite get it together, I tried to eat a piece of bread thinking that would help…wrong answer!  As soon as the bread hit my stomach, I knew it was over.  I excused myself form the table one more time to go to the car and lay down.  Dustin walked me out and about half way to the car, I knew it was coming.  I told him he could leave, but like the gentleman that he is, he wanted to walk me to the car.  I pleaded that he go back inside, but it was too late. I was bent over in the parking lot, barfing everything I had had that day.  Not a sight you want the man you are dating to see.  I had me hands on my knees projectile vomiting.  It was horrible!  I must say I felt so much better after that.  It had to be the sushi.  God love Dustin, he promptly went inside to get his food to go.  As I sat there, I felt much much much better and decided to go in to talk with his parents after all.  I had great conversation with them for about 20 minutes until their food came out.  They had all ordered prime rib.  It was the biggest slab of cow I had ever seen.  Don’t get me wrong, I love  steak. These were huge, bleeding (exaggeration), and had sauces on top of them.  Not something you want to see or smell when you don’t feel well.  I excused myself again only to go to the car and lie down.  I didn’t get sick again, but I did fall asleep.  I slept the rest of the way home.  Now, let me tell you that Dustin and his parents were great.  His mom called to check on me the next day and Dustin never acted like he was grossed out at all.  I’m not really sure how he couldn’t be, but he never said one word other than we both joked about it.  His parents were great, really nice, and VERY understanding.  I look forward to having another dinner with them to get to know them more.  I defintely may have the funniest meet the parents story ever.

M.I.A.

I have been taking a break from blogging on purpose.  I been doing and am still doing some tough inventory of my soul.  I have found some things that I am not proud of and some things that make me leap for joy.  I have had some correction, some encouragement and some very loving times with the Lord lately.  I look forward to sharing some of that with you shortly.  I want to get a few of my thoughts together before I just “pour” it all out on here with no rhyme or reason.  Stay tuned.

~charity

Being Still

One would think I would have learned this little lesson by now.  I have been rolling this over and over in my head. “Be still and know that I am God”.  One thing that I hate more than anything is being still.  Being still represents not doing anything to me.  It makes me feel that I am not “working out my salvation”. I am being faced with the fact that I have to learn to trust the Lord for everything.  That He is my supply and my bread of life.  How hard is that simple Truth.  Freaking ridiculously hard…that’s how hard!  I am in the place where I am having to make some decisions right now, how much to take on, how to deal with people I don’t want to deal with, what’s my next move, and etc…  All of these situations are awaiting my attention.  I have placed so much stress on the fact that I have to make a decision that I miss the fact that the Lord has a plan for me and all I have to do is make the next right move.  Take the next right step.  It may be a long period of time between steps, but that is all I am required to do.  

I have become wrapped up in my actions that I forgot to consult that coordinator.  Being still has become a theme for me over the last year or so.  I keep coming back to resting in the Lord’s promise that He will supply ALL I need.  Supplying all I need means He will supply everything.  The methods he uses may not look how I want or be done the way I think is the best, but who I am to question that way the Lord works.  I have wrestled with the Lord on this very subject. The conclusion I have come up with is, I am a prideful being thinking my plans are better and higher than the Lord’s.  What a slap in the face.  

So, I know take rest in the fact that I am only responsible for the here and now.  I can be content where he has me, growing me and maturing me until it’s show time! I say thank you Jesus that I haven’t jumped or ran when I really wanted.  He will supply all my needs.

motivation is crap….

I have been thinking about a few areas in my life….spiritually, physically, and emotionally.  I recognize that there are areas of my life life in each of those categories that need some attention. All of those have one common denominator, I have no motivation.  Motivation may be the lamest excuse for not taking care of myself in all areas.  Motivation means to me that I need to have a prize at completion of a project or reaching a goal.  Sure there is something to be said of rewarding yourself for reaching a goal weight, for finishing some goal you have set for your self, or for completion of a huge task set before you.  But, maybe just maybe, I have a lack of conviction in my life instead of no motivation.  I lack conviction in caring for myself spiritually, physically, and/or emotionally.  Just like my physical body, if I don’t exercise my spiritual man on a consistent basis, I will become lazy, run out of breath during a race, or possibly  have a heart attack or stroke during some strenuous activity.  When do I realize that it’s not always about the end result as much as it is the reason/ conviction behind the things I do.  This is where I need to make a confession, I can get caught up in using the Lord’s blessings as my motivation.  I’m not saying I always do this but it is very easy to pursue things of the Lord to reap the benefits in the end, the prize.  Don’t get me wrong, I love prizes, I just want to live life with conviction and not always waiting for motivation.