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Last week at bible study my pastor taught from a very common passage in Exodus; the talk Moses had with God after he’d seen the burning bush. I’ve read this same passage a bunch of times I’m sure. I’ve heard this passage preached several times. And I mean, “tie your shoes run around the church shouting”, type preaching. But that night, one phrase stuck out to me from the passage.

<blockquote>“Who am I that, I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?”</blockquote>

Moses sounded just like me at this point. I’ve asked Him similar questions at various points in my life. When I first found out I was going to become a mother, it was me and the bathroom mirror and God somewhere in between. “Me?! You want me to raise a child?! You know my patience ain’t but this **snaps fingers** long! ME?” When my husband proposed, I said yes, of course. But in my mind I’m thinking, “ ME?! A wife? Submitting? WHAT!!?? God, come on! You know I’m a bit selfish and you know I like my space. Me?!” When God told me to start my business, I ran from that vision for two years, because like Moses, all I could think of was my faults that would prevent me from carrying out that dream. “Not me God. Remember the last thing you told me to do, I dropped the ball. My track record isn’t the best. I have no experience on how to be an entrepreneur. Man God, I can barely balance my checkbook! Me??? !!”

As I was reading this text, I had a flashback to all these occasions. And truth is I knew it was something I was still currently struggling with. Than God said something to me very clearly and bluntly (that’s how He has to deal with me.)
He said, “You don’t believe in yourself? Fine. Believe in me.”

It was simple and straight to the point but it did wonders for me. Because at the end of the day, my fears would be relevant if I was doin this thang by myself. But I’m not. And quite frankly, if the vision I was given, was achievable through my own power than it prolly wasn’t from God. God made the purpose for my life so huge so that I would have to grow completely dependent on Him to ever accomplish it. I find comfort in that. At least I know that He ain’t leavin me out here alone.

My pastor says it best I think. It ain’t about how great you aren’t, but it’s about how great He IS! Yep, definitely glad He didn’t leave me to conquer the world all by myself. It would’ve taken me forever… =)

 

So, I like to laugh.I search it out.  Comedy shows, movies, somethin obnoxious on youtube…whichever. I NEED my daily portion of laughs. Life is hectic. How does that sayin go: “Laugh to keep from crying”? Well i’m usually doing both, but I digress. Because I’m addicted to laughing, I am a huge supporter of Awesomely Luvvie. It’s a blog about everything in the world and how Luvvie sees it. What makes it great is that through the language, I can hear exactly how she talks. Mind you, Luvvie and I ain’t kickin it at my house everyday, but I hear her voice every time she posts somethin. STOP IT. I’m not like some psychotic stalker. It’s just that her branding is so awesome. Her supporters recognize her writing before they even see her byline on the article. And what she has to say is freakin hilarious AND true. You more than likely always find yourself nodding your head as you read. One of my favs from her most recent postings is this one: Kobe’s wife snatched HALF! A lot of men are so pissed because Kobe’s wife got half his money in their divorce settlement. But I swear, I don’t understand why. Yea, she didn’t play one second of basketball for it, BUT she was his wife for 10 years, raised his kids all the while he ( according to the rumors) been havin over a 100 sexual affairs with other women. I mean, for real. Folks calling her a gold digger and what not. These same people must not realize HIV and other stds are real. This man had a blatant disregard for her life! So she definitely deserves half. Just call it the fee for her emotional damages!

She has different sections on her blog, but I absolutely love the “Whose is this” section. So basically, people send her outrageous pictures or she comes across them and she talks bout them…in the most Luvvie way possible. Check this one out.—-> Baby condom socks! Somebody dressed their little baby in with condom socks apparently. It’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever seen. And when I saw this picture, I was torn. Like part of me wanted to take the sensible and moral route and not laugh. **shakes head** No, NO! Not me! I wouldn’t dare crack one smile at the ignorance that is this picture. But then **sigh**, my own ignorance took over and I died laughing. Not at the babygirl because it really is a shame, but at the fact that there are actually people out there that would dare do this to their child, AND THEN take a picture and post it on the internet. All I can think is that po’ baby gone have this picture following her wherever she goes! What if she wanted to be the first woman president! How she gonna make it now? She’ll never be taken seriously if folks found out she was walkin round with Durex on her legs for socks as a child! It makes me wanna fall out every time I look at it. But you have to admit, I wasn’t the only person that was ignant ( not a typo) enough to laugh.

Anyways, Luvvie’s a riot. How could you not love her?! I assure you whenever you need a good laugh, just browse her blog.

Music fanatic. SOPA protestor. Married. Kid. Laid back. Apparent hater of Tebow **rolls eyes** =) Twitter link https://twitter.com/intent/follow?original_referer=http%3A%2F%2Faaronpylinski.wordpress.com%2Fabout%2F&screen_name=coffincables&source=followbutton&variant=2.0&#8230; Peter Coffinail is a moniker. He also has a personal blog under http://petercoffinail.wordpress.com/.. Poet. Traveler. Motorcycle owner. Active tweeter. Served in the army. He’s straight to the point. Not to fond of BS. He’s a believer that he controls his own fate. He holds himself accountable for his own actions. He enjoys telling the stories of women competing in roller skates.  All in all, he seems completely and utterly  OUT. THE. BOX. **Gasp** Someone sound the alarm!!!


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