A more different blog

Saker som jag kommit under fund med idag:
1. Att jag älskar att se en klarblå himmel frän min säng när jag vaknar upp, och att jag ser den mycket bättre nu när min gardinstång har fallit ner.
2. Jag hiffade att det svenska bandet Rednex namn syftar på rednecks. De tog ett tag för mig och fatta det. haha!
3. Att jag nog ändå gillar grunchy mysli bättre än ostbågar till morgonmål.
;)

Saturday morning, I woke up at 6 am, the only day I get to sleep as long as I want to. Got up, ate a mandarin and looked outside the window at the beautiful snow on the ground and trees. I was thinking to myself. How can something so beautiful be so dangerous. Yesterday I was driving home from work and the roads were like pure ice, i was lucky that I didn't crash into a car, it came this close *-----* to happening. Still the snow is so peacful and glorious, just laying on the ground making it look like the purest thing on earth.

I came to think of how everything has 2 sides to it. Even my own life. Lately my life has not even felt like my own. It's like I'm living something I don't want to be living. It is as if I am in a opposite realm of my life. Everything I want to do, I don't do. And everything I don't want to do, I do. Now what to i do when life seems to have made a double back flip on me and I'm dizzy from the jump? My eyes cannot focus on what is close or far from me and I my own self is almost without recognition.

Am I that person who was on her way to a beautiful life, or was that a dream? Is this just a dizzy faze, will my focus ever become sharp again? I guess these are the times in life when the Lord is really carrying me, but it so feels like I'm walking all alone and the footsteps in the sand are my own.

One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along
the beach with the Lord.

Across the dark sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed
two sets of footprints in the sand,
one beloning to him and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the
very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.

"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life there is
only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when I needed you most
you would leave me."

The Lord replied "My precious, precious child,
I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffereing,
when you see only one set of footprints in the sand,
it was then that I carried you."

I long to live a life of giving. Where giving is a way of life. Where giving is not an alternative, but a certainty. Where giving is not a struggle, but a joy. Is that even possible? It has to be. God is indeed a Giver, now if we are made in his likeness, must not giving be an essence of God in us? Or have the thoughts " I don't have any money, I can't give" replaced the thought, "I don't have any money, but what I do have I will give" ? I would like to believe there is a giver in all of us. We all have something to give. A smile, a helping hand, a listening ear, a comforting hug, a rescuing prayer, a song of joy, a word of encouragement, a cup of sugar or the most important, the Living Water that is in us, even if we have nothing else to give.Giving is not just about money, it's a way of life, where unselfishnes is replaced by joy of blessing with what you have been blessed. I long to see "me" becoming "you" and "mine" becoming "yours". I long to learn the forgotten art of giving...that is still taught today by the Master of Living in Giving.

He who didn't spare his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how would he not also with him freely give us all things? Rom 8:32

Mina syrror rockar mina sockor av!!! Det gör dom verkligen! Hur blev jag så lyckligt lottad att få ha två sådana superdupermegahärliga systrar?? Gud e nog god o Han vet vad vi behöver.

 Våra barndomsdagar var minsann inte lugna och sansade, orden galna och våldsamma skulle bättre beskriva våra unga år tillsammans. Så går det när 3 starka viljor skall finnas under samma tak ;) . Men i vår livliga och inte minst temperamentfulla vardag fanns ett band starkare än alla bråk och gråt. Det bandet skulle jag kalla kärlek. Det bandet var alla de goda stunder vi hade, alla de skratt och glädjens stunder, alla cykelutflykter och stunder av total sardinism (att vara i ett tillstånd liknande till sardinerna i en sardinburk) i bilens bakbänk. Alla böner och tröstande kramar, alla lyssnande öron och roliga stunder då man skrattade så man knappast kunde andas. Alla Förlåt vi sade. Alla stunder då vi var "flickorna", 3 systrar olika som havre,manna och murugryn, men alla ändå gryn.

Utan deras kärlek till Gud hade jag aldrig funnit Guds kärlek, utan deras böner hade jag aldri valt den rätta vägen utan att ens veta vilken den var, utan deras kärlek till mig hade jag aldrig varit den jag är idag och utan dem hade jag minsann känt mig ensam i mina stunder av ynkenhet.

Vi träffades alla tre hos den äldsta ett veckoslut, det kändes så gott att vara tillsammans! Upskatta era syskon, de slipar din karaktär och stannar kvar då de andra sviker. Detta är syskonkärlek.

Your Beauty

Your morning sun awakens me to see a glimpse of Your beauty.

  It sings healing symphonies to my soul

 As a river of mercy it streams and kisses my unwashed feet

 It makes me whole

Just a glimpse of Your beauty