i went to support jonah & the wildcat marching band at the division I state championship a couple weeks ago and have been trying to process this thought ever since. "what makes the rocket band of blue stay in their uniforms all day?" and "why does the announcement of the band finalists affect bands so differently - whether they make it or not?" i think that it all comes down to EXPECTATIONS. (now, if you're not following my band analogy, hang with me. i'll include some real life in just a bit.) so the rocket band of blue EXPECTS to be in the finals, so they don't even change out of their uniforms. they have put in the work and they know that based on their skill level and their history, they will be performing again. they EXPECT to be called for the finals, so there is almost no emotion by their band...the announcement of their name is merely a confirmation of what they already knew would happen. likewise, the band who does not EXPECT to make the finals, and does not...very little emotion. they knew they wouldn't be performing again and thus the confirmation of that is not a surprise. on the other hand, you may have a band who EXPECTED to make the finals and did not. this band is full of emotions - sadness, disappointment, anger, frustration...(i have been there...2003 WMB.) or a band that did not EXPECT to make the finals but did...this band is also full of emotions on the other end of the spectrum. i say all of this to explain, our EXPECTATIONS affect how the reality affects us. EXPECTATIONS make the difference.
if i EXPECT that a specific friend or family member will do this or that for me and they don't, i am disappointed, upset, etc. and if i EXPECT someone to fail me and they actually come through, i am thrilled, excited, etc. both of these "missed" EXPECTATIONS - whether bad or good outcome - produce an emotional response. however, if a specific friend or family member has a history of letting me down, i EXPECT that and thus am not really emotionally affected when that becomes reality. likewise, when i EXPECT good and get good, there is minimal emotion. so why have any EXPECTATIONS then? if getting what you EXPECT produces little to no emotion and missed EXPECTATIONS bring extreme emotions, why EXPECT anything? why not just go about life letting whatever may happen, happen.
because EXPECTATIONS make the difference.
every time you EXPECT, you take a risk. you put faith in something out of your control - another person, an event, GOD, etc. yes, maybe you would limit your disappointments by getting rid of your EXPECTATIONS, but you will also miss out on times of extreme joy.
going back to band for a moment...in 2009, i took the WMB to my last marching band competition at the division I state championship. we had made the finals the past 2 years in a row and we EXPECTED to make the finals - and we did. we were happy, but fairly calm and just ready to do the next step - compete in the finals for the state title. when all was said and done, we came in 10th in the state. i was disappointed, upset, angry, frustrated...and it wasn't until just recently that i realized exactly why...i EXPECTED more. i know that there were students and parents at that time that thought i should have been thrilled and that my disappointment was uncalled for. i think back that i may have even apologized for this. if i did, i take it back! i am NOT sorry for having high EXPECTATIONS nor for being upset that they were unmet. if you felt however, that in any way i was upset with you or the band for the placement, then yes, i'm sorry because that is NOT true. i had EXPECTATIONS (specifically that we would place 5th or higher) and 10th didn't meet this. i had raised the bar, so to speak. making finals was not really my EXPECTATION. my EXPECTATION exceeded that...i EXPECTED a placement of 5th or better - and anything less was disappointing. do i regret this? not at all! without this EXPECTATION we may not have worked as hard or risked as much. without this EXPECTATION the experience would have been less full.
in life, i'm learning that i need to continue to set EXPECTATIONS...even high ones. i don't want to course through life haphazardly. i want more and i know that GOD has more for me. even though friends, family, circumstances, etc. may not meet my EXPECTATIONS, without them, i am not risking...i am not living. i do not just want to exist. i want to live life to the fullest and EXPECTATIONS make the difference.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Confessions of a Band Mom
This afternoon I find myself exactly where I want to be…and thus I am grateful. I am sitting here, at my computer, with the windows open and the fresh breeze is blowing through the house along with the musical sounds of the WMB. In my bathtub are several band jackets, soaking in salt water. In my washer, several more are being cleaned. And my dryer is tumbling even more. This is a BIG week for Miss Reed and the WMB and I have been there. I know what it takes to prepare for competition and the stress of every detail that weighs on your shoulders. I know the fatigue of having rehearsal every day and sleeping very little because you can’t stop thinking about musical parts, drill, props, parent help, etc. I know the fear that comes over you as you play back every minute of the past 2 months hoping and praying that your band is prepared…and the possible feeling of regret of things missed along the way. I know the pressure of expectations from the band, the parents, the faculty, the community…And, I know the looks in the eyes of the students…those who have done this many times before and those who don’t have a clue yet.
But here I sit; content to be on this side today. I am thrilled to be cleaning uniforms for my son’s band. I am extra blessed to be able to hear them rehearse from the comfort of my living room. But above all of this, I am honored that he has the opportunity to march with the WMB under the direction of Miss Reed. She is a phenomenal teacher and director. She loves these kids every day in the way that she prepares them to perform. I am so fortunate to be able to see marching band from both angles – and I know that Miss Reed is doing an amazing job! I thank her for the hours that she spends with my son…and the hundreds more that she spends in preparation away from him. I thank her for the sacrifices of friends and family that I know she makes every day in order to commit herself to the band. And most of all, I thank her for allowing me to be a part of this program as a parent.
I pray blessings on Miss Reed as she leads the WMB for the remainder of this season. And as they head to Lebanon this week, I say “Go, Fight, Win Wildcats!”
Sunday, July 29, 2012
chicken coop heroes
well, we just returned from our annual trip to the suwannee river & we had a blast! we spent 2 weeks at camp & both weeks were fantastic. then we went to "hog heaven" (the folsom river house) & here is where our story begins...
grandaddy bought a fishing boat after they bought the river house. it's been a great boat, but in recent years has seen more repairs than actual water time. however, this trip our boat was in prime shape & we had some awesome boat time. we had our friends (the peacocks - "ca-caaaaaw!") over the first day & we did tons of boating and tubing from the boat. it was super fun. our boating/tubing continued for the next 2 days. the boat started every single time (something that was not in its recent repertoire), ran smoothly, & much enjoyment was had by all. so we decided to take a longer boat ride downstream to the santa fe river. in the past, this trip would be risky because should the boat choose to stop working, you would have to get home upstream - something we would NOT want to do. but with our boat being faithful all week, we took the trip - not even considering it a risk...and it was great. we took in the sights & sun & did tons of tubing as well. it was a good day.
as we neared our house, jonah was tubing & we noticed that the sky was growing black & a storm was a brewing. good thing we're only a minute or two away from home. thinking that it would be easier to dock the boat with jonah & the tube inside the boat rather than out, chris stopped & pulled them in. and now, for the first time all week, the boat would not start. it wouldn't turn over. nothing. we were at a loss as we sat floating away from home with a storm creeping up on us. and in the midst of this challenge, hero training began.
chris grabbed the 2 paddles that are always in the boat (i told you that it has a history of unreliability) & we began paddling upstream. after only moments, one of the paddles broke in half & sank in the suwannee. we realized very quickly that this method was going to get us nowhere. so chris directs us to the opposite shoreline (closest to where we were) & formulates a plan. after a few possibilities, he decides that he is going to take the tube & paddle himself upstream & across the river to our house, go up the dock & retrieve the kayak & some extra oars, paddle back to us, tie the boat to the kayak & then all of us would row, row, row the boat back home. his plan worked & was executed well. it was HARD! it was now pouring rain. we had been in the sun for hours before & were hot, tired, & hungry. tension & pressure were mounting in me & the boys as we waiting & fear crept in...but chris stepped up & not only rallied us to victory, but showed our boys how to be a hero.
the definition of a hero is: "a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave & noble qualities." this is chris. he models JESUS. & i pray this will also be jonah & winston. we are folsoms. and although its meaning may seem lowly ("owner of chicken coop"), we are striving to be what GOD made us to be - chicken coop heroes. "ba-baaawk!"
(stay tuned for the follow up saga of how we got the boat off the river.)
grandaddy bought a fishing boat after they bought the river house. it's been a great boat, but in recent years has seen more repairs than actual water time. however, this trip our boat was in prime shape & we had some awesome boat time. we had our friends (the peacocks - "ca-caaaaaw!") over the first day & we did tons of boating and tubing from the boat. it was super fun. our boating/tubing continued for the next 2 days. the boat started every single time (something that was not in its recent repertoire), ran smoothly, & much enjoyment was had by all. so we decided to take a longer boat ride downstream to the santa fe river. in the past, this trip would be risky because should the boat choose to stop working, you would have to get home upstream - something we would NOT want to do. but with our boat being faithful all week, we took the trip - not even considering it a risk...and it was great. we took in the sights & sun & did tons of tubing as well. it was a good day.
as we neared our house, jonah was tubing & we noticed that the sky was growing black & a storm was a brewing. good thing we're only a minute or two away from home. thinking that it would be easier to dock the boat with jonah & the tube inside the boat rather than out, chris stopped & pulled them in. and now, for the first time all week, the boat would not start. it wouldn't turn over. nothing. we were at a loss as we sat floating away from home with a storm creeping up on us. and in the midst of this challenge, hero training began.
chris grabbed the 2 paddles that are always in the boat (i told you that it has a history of unreliability) & we began paddling upstream. after only moments, one of the paddles broke in half & sank in the suwannee. we realized very quickly that this method was going to get us nowhere. so chris directs us to the opposite shoreline (closest to where we were) & formulates a plan. after a few possibilities, he decides that he is going to take the tube & paddle himself upstream & across the river to our house, go up the dock & retrieve the kayak & some extra oars, paddle back to us, tie the boat to the kayak & then all of us would row, row, row the boat back home. his plan worked & was executed well. it was HARD! it was now pouring rain. we had been in the sun for hours before & were hot, tired, & hungry. tension & pressure were mounting in me & the boys as we waiting & fear crept in...but chris stepped up & not only rallied us to victory, but showed our boys how to be a hero.
the definition of a hero is: "a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave & noble qualities." this is chris. he models JESUS. & i pray this will also be jonah & winston. we are folsoms. and although its meaning may seem lowly ("owner of chicken coop"), we are striving to be what GOD made us to be - chicken coop heroes. "ba-baaawk!"
(stay tuned for the follow up saga of how we got the boat off the river.)
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
deer God
so i'm spending some time at camp suwannee for a couple of weeks again this summer. and i don't think you can be here for any amount of time without taking notice of creation. i find this especially true when i go running early each morning. i watch the sun rise, view a visible layer of mist/dew along the fields, hear the birds chirp their morning tunes, & witness deer - up close. ya see, i'm a city girl. i grew up in miami where i really thought that meat just came from publix. somewhere in the back of my mind i knew that there were animals involved, but i surely never saw them. and now i live in nashville, where animals are around - but not usually in my neighborhood (unless we're talking about annoying dogs...but i'll post on that another time). anyway, i often pray as i run & ask GOD to reveal himself to me. as i've posted earlier, He has shown up in the pink sky & the beautiful trees. but this week, i have seen Him in the deer.
on several occasions i have witnessed a family of deer (a mama & 2 young'ns) run right across my path. they seem pretty close to me - for wildlife - but they are skiddish as soon as i get anywhere really near them. they run for cover & find themselves instantly camouflaged as they hit the tree line. that is, until yesterday. as i was running through a more isolated area, there was a young deer standing in my path ahead. i looked at him & he at me. i thought "GOD, he's so cool. it's awesome to see him so close." but, i am assuming that as i draw closer, he will flee. however, maybe he was as curious about me as i was about him, he just stood there. i got closer & closer & at one point he took a step backward - but no running. i actually got to within a couple of feet of him before he decided he should go. it was pretty amazing. and that's when i was reminded that my GOD is also the deer GOD. He is LORD of ALL creation & whether GOD put the curiosity in that deer's mind to check me out or just told him to stand still where he was, that deer & i shared a moment with our GOD. i am in awe that the GOD of the universe makes moments like this possible for me...& the deer.
on several occasions i have witnessed a family of deer (a mama & 2 young'ns) run right across my path. they seem pretty close to me - for wildlife - but they are skiddish as soon as i get anywhere really near them. they run for cover & find themselves instantly camouflaged as they hit the tree line. that is, until yesterday. as i was running through a more isolated area, there was a young deer standing in my path ahead. i looked at him & he at me. i thought "GOD, he's so cool. it's awesome to see him so close." but, i am assuming that as i draw closer, he will flee. however, maybe he was as curious about me as i was about him, he just stood there. i got closer & closer & at one point he took a step backward - but no running. i actually got to within a couple of feet of him before he decided he should go. it was pretty amazing. and that's when i was reminded that my GOD is also the deer GOD. He is LORD of ALL creation & whether GOD put the curiosity in that deer's mind to check me out or just told him to stand still where he was, that deer & i shared a moment with our GOD. i am in awe that the GOD of the universe makes moments like this possible for me...& the deer.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
like my mom/dad...
i've been thinking a lot about my mom this week. with mother's day, the 10th year of her passing, & jonah turning 13 all happening in the past couple of days, thinking about family is pretty much inevitable. through reflection & reminiscing, i have been thinking about a couple of areas that i am like my mom or dad. as i ponder these things, i am reminded that some are genetic, but so many are learned or picked up along the way. here are just a few ways that i am like my parents...
1. i have my mom's hands. rarely a day goes by (since she's passed) that i don't notice "mom's hands" at the end of my arms.
2. i have the dumb Marco ear...thanks to dad's recessive genes.
3. i have my mom's body type & i know her struggle to keep this body in shape.
4. i am not a people person, like my mom was. most would think that my dad, being a pastor & all, would be the people person...but not so much. now, don't get me wrong - my dad LOVES people. he was & is called to be a shepherd & cares deeply for his flock. he feels comfortable & empowered to preach & teach the word to the multitudes or one on one...however, if given the choice of being in a crowded area - like a party or event - or being with a small group of close friends/family, he will choose the latter. i am like my dad in this way. my mom would choose the former & would love every minute of it. she never met a stranger & she always made people feel at home around her. anyone who met her, loved her. she was a people person...i am not.
5. my mom showed me how to be a good wife - a biblical, godly wife. she made submission look appealing. growing up i didn't quite understand it. to me it sometimes just looked like work. i saw her iron my dad's shirts & have dinner ready on his schedule. i watched her serve him everyday & i picked this up - the service/work part. but it wasn't until much later that i came to understand how she made it look desirable - how she served with a happy heart & a smile. she was so in love with GOD that she obeyed Him when He said "wives, submit therefore to your husbands". yes, she loved my dad - more than any other human on earth - but she loved her GOD more. i also realize that she picked it up somewhere...my sweet grandmother (nanny) was an amazing wife too. she served her GOD & thus served my grandad (doc) until the day he went to be with JESUS. i want to be more like them. so i am praying that out of love & obedience to my GOD, i would show submission & service to my husband in a way that is biblical & beautiful...like my mom.
this list is not exhaustive by any means, but it's a start. perhaps i will continue to add things as they come to mind. but i am so grateful to my parents for being such godly examples to me. i hope that someday, when jonah & winston reflect on how they are like their parents, they will have picked up the good things - the eternal things.
1. i have my mom's hands. rarely a day goes by (since she's passed) that i don't notice "mom's hands" at the end of my arms.
2. i have the dumb Marco ear...thanks to dad's recessive genes.
3. i have my mom's body type & i know her struggle to keep this body in shape.
4. i am not a people person, like my mom was. most would think that my dad, being a pastor & all, would be the people person...but not so much. now, don't get me wrong - my dad LOVES people. he was & is called to be a shepherd & cares deeply for his flock. he feels comfortable & empowered to preach & teach the word to the multitudes or one on one...however, if given the choice of being in a crowded area - like a party or event - or being with a small group of close friends/family, he will choose the latter. i am like my dad in this way. my mom would choose the former & would love every minute of it. she never met a stranger & she always made people feel at home around her. anyone who met her, loved her. she was a people person...i am not.
5. my mom showed me how to be a good wife - a biblical, godly wife. she made submission look appealing. growing up i didn't quite understand it. to me it sometimes just looked like work. i saw her iron my dad's shirts & have dinner ready on his schedule. i watched her serve him everyday & i picked this up - the service/work part. but it wasn't until much later that i came to understand how she made it look desirable - how she served with a happy heart & a smile. she was so in love with GOD that she obeyed Him when He said "wives, submit therefore to your husbands". yes, she loved my dad - more than any other human on earth - but she loved her GOD more. i also realize that she picked it up somewhere...my sweet grandmother (nanny) was an amazing wife too. she served her GOD & thus served my grandad (doc) until the day he went to be with JESUS. i want to be more like them. so i am praying that out of love & obedience to my GOD, i would show submission & service to my husband in a way that is biblical & beautiful...like my mom.
this list is not exhaustive by any means, but it's a start. perhaps i will continue to add things as they come to mind. but i am so grateful to my parents for being such godly examples to me. i hope that someday, when jonah & winston reflect on how they are like their parents, they will have picked up the good things - the eternal things.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
pink is for ME
for the few of you out there that ever read my blog, i sincerely appologize for the lack of postings lately. not sure why this is...but alas, i shall atempt to keep it up again.
so this post actually began a few months ago during an early morning run. as the sun began to rise, the sky turned an electric shade of pink! i was so in awe that all i could do was praise GOD for making such a beautiful sight. i felt that in my spirit He said, "it's for you". of course this seemed weird & even impossible - so i actually put it aside & hadn't really thought about it since then until yesterday...
so as i was running yesterday afternoon, i was noticing a particular tree that many of my neighbors have in their yards. (i'm not sure what it's called - i'm not so good with plants.) anyway, they are in full bloom with like a billion tiny white buds & look beautiful, especially from a distance. i was thinking about how pretty they were when i turned a corner & saw a spectacular sight...a similar tree except the buds were all PINK! i can't explain it, but when i see pink - especially in nature - my heart skips a beat. i was amazed at this tree & began to thank GOD for it. i actually thanked HIM this time for creating pink. and this time i was for sure that HE spoke to me "I created the color pink for YOU." "um, huh?" i thought. "i must have misunderstood...my music might be too loud." so i asked "how can you say that you created the color pink for me? i have many friends who also feel as if their hearts' beat for pink. you must be mistaken." (like GOD is ever mistaken.) but as clear as can be, HE said "when I thought up the color pink, YOU were on my mind - yes, there were others too, but I thought of you by name & of how much joy it would bring to you & how you would praise me. I remembered you & gave the world pink."
i am still quite taken-a-back by this idea, but if i believe that "before the foundation of the earth, GOD knew me" (which i do)...then i should be able to believe that He made pink for ME.
so this post actually began a few months ago during an early morning run. as the sun began to rise, the sky turned an electric shade of pink! i was so in awe that all i could do was praise GOD for making such a beautiful sight. i felt that in my spirit He said, "it's for you". of course this seemed weird & even impossible - so i actually put it aside & hadn't really thought about it since then until yesterday...
so as i was running yesterday afternoon, i was noticing a particular tree that many of my neighbors have in their yards. (i'm not sure what it's called - i'm not so good with plants.) anyway, they are in full bloom with like a billion tiny white buds & look beautiful, especially from a distance. i was thinking about how pretty they were when i turned a corner & saw a spectacular sight...a similar tree except the buds were all PINK! i can't explain it, but when i see pink - especially in nature - my heart skips a beat. i was amazed at this tree & began to thank GOD for it. i actually thanked HIM this time for creating pink. and this time i was for sure that HE spoke to me "I created the color pink for YOU." "um, huh?" i thought. "i must have misunderstood...my music might be too loud." so i asked "how can you say that you created the color pink for me? i have many friends who also feel as if their hearts' beat for pink. you must be mistaken." (like GOD is ever mistaken.) but as clear as can be, HE said "when I thought up the color pink, YOU were on my mind - yes, there were others too, but I thought of you by name & of how much joy it would bring to you & how you would praise me. I remembered you & gave the world pink."
i am still quite taken-a-back by this idea, but if i believe that "before the foundation of the earth, GOD knew me" (which i do)...then i should be able to believe that He made pink for ME.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
GOD & football
so, i'm facilitating/participating in a pretty intense, indepth beth moore bible study called "believing GOD". obviously, its focus is believing GOD. we're only a couple of weeks in, but my mind & heart have been stirred as i ponder what i can believe GOD for...
in the media recently, a certain tim tebow is getting a ridiculous amount of press because #1 - he has always professed & lives out his seemingly unwavering faith in Jesus Christ & #2 - his presumed semi-pathetic broncos have been winning under his quarter-back leadership. many have made statements & even arguments that imply (or flat out insist) that GOD cares more about the broncos because of tebow...that GOD is "making" them win. so the question arises within me: "does GOD even care about football?" now i love football - but that's not why this question interests me so. it stirs me because if GOD doesn't care about football, then does HE care about music or running or any other detail in my life that i care about? and if HE does care about football, is HE really "picking" sides because of tebow? and what happens when the broncos lose? did GOD let them down? and what about all the other followers of Christ who pursue victory in their lives yet the win eludes them?
and then i throw into the mix something really important like cancer or war or poverty. if i truly believe that GOD can heal & pray accordingly but healing doesn't happen, how do i process that compared to GOD granting a win to a football team? this challenges my faith! but thankfully i am learning already in this study that there is no change or growth in faith that is unchallenged.
so what have i come up with? where do i find myself in this faith journey? well i think i have 2 answers...or maybe it's just 1 with 2 parts. 1st - everything that GOD does is for HIS glory. EVERYTHING! period. this might be healing, but it might mean the loss of a saint so that many will glorify HIM through that lost life. and maybe it means that a football player who sincerely, whole-heartedly loves GOD is blessed with victory - beyond human understanding - so that many will see Jesus & glorify His FATHER in heaven.
and #2 (or the 2nd part) is Ps. 115.3 which reminds us that "our GOD is in heaven & does whatever HE pleases." this may seem harsh or even have nothing to do with the first point of HIS glory, but i actually think it is one & the same. in david platt's book radical he talks about this same idea: "GOD is the center of the universe, and everything HE does ultimately revolves around HIM." this sounds like GOD is self-centered, but again platt poses: "whom else would we have HIM exalt? at the very moment GOD exalted someone or something else, HE would no longer be the great GOD worthy of all glory in the universe, which HE is."
so then, how do i believe? what do i pray for if GOD is doing "whatever HE pleases" anyway? well, i think it comes down to relationship. i need to read & study the word & spend quality time with GOD everyday...i need to know HIM. then the things that i pray for & believe HIM for are the things that please HIM...the things that will bring HIM glory.
so maybe GOD knows that tim tebow will turn all glory upward & will make HIS name famous in all the world...thus GOD is glorified - even through football.
in the media recently, a certain tim tebow is getting a ridiculous amount of press because #1 - he has always professed & lives out his seemingly unwavering faith in Jesus Christ & #2 - his presumed semi-pathetic broncos have been winning under his quarter-back leadership. many have made statements & even arguments that imply (or flat out insist) that GOD cares more about the broncos because of tebow...that GOD is "making" them win. so the question arises within me: "does GOD even care about football?" now i love football - but that's not why this question interests me so. it stirs me because if GOD doesn't care about football, then does HE care about music or running or any other detail in my life that i care about? and if HE does care about football, is HE really "picking" sides because of tebow? and what happens when the broncos lose? did GOD let them down? and what about all the other followers of Christ who pursue victory in their lives yet the win eludes them?
and then i throw into the mix something really important like cancer or war or poverty. if i truly believe that GOD can heal & pray accordingly but healing doesn't happen, how do i process that compared to GOD granting a win to a football team? this challenges my faith! but thankfully i am learning already in this study that there is no change or growth in faith that is unchallenged.
so what have i come up with? where do i find myself in this faith journey? well i think i have 2 answers...or maybe it's just 1 with 2 parts. 1st - everything that GOD does is for HIS glory. EVERYTHING! period. this might be healing, but it might mean the loss of a saint so that many will glorify HIM through that lost life. and maybe it means that a football player who sincerely, whole-heartedly loves GOD is blessed with victory - beyond human understanding - so that many will see Jesus & glorify His FATHER in heaven.
and #2 (or the 2nd part) is Ps. 115.3 which reminds us that "our GOD is in heaven & does whatever HE pleases." this may seem harsh or even have nothing to do with the first point of HIS glory, but i actually think it is one & the same. in david platt's book radical he talks about this same idea: "GOD is the center of the universe, and everything HE does ultimately revolves around HIM." this sounds like GOD is self-centered, but again platt poses: "whom else would we have HIM exalt? at the very moment GOD exalted someone or something else, HE would no longer be the great GOD worthy of all glory in the universe, which HE is."
so then, how do i believe? what do i pray for if GOD is doing "whatever HE pleases" anyway? well, i think it comes down to relationship. i need to read & study the word & spend quality time with GOD everyday...i need to know HIM. then the things that i pray for & believe HIM for are the things that please HIM...the things that will bring HIM glory.
so maybe GOD knows that tim tebow will turn all glory upward & will make HIS name famous in all the world...thus GOD is glorified - even through football.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
a quick note on my birthday...
my younger self would have never believed that i could (or would want to) run 3 miles on my 41st birthday...but now, my 41 year old self can't wait to find out what else i can do.
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