tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50517664258580909882023-11-16T12:46:39.907-05:00Simply LovedLaughing without fear of the future... Proverbs 31Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-9267432796434529012012-01-23T19:50:00.000-05:002012-01-23T19:50:37.855-05:00<i>"I want to suggest that it's just these places in your experience- where dreams and expectations don't work out- that you are being issued the invitation of your life. Disappointment is, strangely enough, a doorway to the real adventure. It's the point where you start to leave behind most of your notions of how your story should read- and enter your relationships with God as a journey. A true journey, one that's wild and adventurous and not anywhere close to predictable." Paula Rinehart, Better Than My Dreams</i><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><i>This is a passage I underlined in a book I read a few years ago... The book absolutely wrecked me the first time I read it. Paula's words illuminated these pockets in my heart where I was hiding my dreams because hope was too risky to pursue. As I am trying to write a message for Wesley tomorrow night, I picked up this book and re-read that passage... I am living those words in this season. Though I feel like the fog is lifting and burdens are becoming lighter, the Lord has walked with me through a season of me having to embrace some of my disappointments with Him and life. And now, here we are, on a real journey... Disappointment effects me differently now. I'm okay with it. Do I like it? No, duh. But has the Lord increasingly changed my perspective? 100%. The disappointments I'm facing today make me sad, but more so, they remind me that the Lord has so much for my life. I can't begin to understand why the Lord would lavish such incredible gifts on my life because I am undeserving of such grace and abundance, but my heart is so grateful. </i></div><div><i>This weekend at a conference I attended, I felt the Lord really speaking to me about my purpose beyond this season of school and training, and I was OVERWHELMED. Like, terrified and incredibly curious as to why the Lord would trust me with the things He was sharing about what might be next. Jesus is crazy... bottom line. But I am encouraged by reading that passage that I marked years ago and seeing some of the fruit of it in my life today. Today disappointment with good things means I'm free to embrace God's best. And I'm super, extra, really excited to see what that looks like. </i></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-35127427340952537272012-01-18T20:17:00.000-05:002012-01-18T20:17:28.799-05:00<i>I finally finished a project that I had been wanting to do FOREVER!</i><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>It felt good to finish something I'd been thinking about for years and to create something that means so much to me. This break from classes has been so refreshing. I've read 5 of the Harry Potter books. I've cooked and reorganized. I've taken a nap! The freedom when I leave work to just go home and do whatever my heart desires has been so wonderful... I will miss this come February, but I am so thankful for it today. </i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Trust does not mean understanding.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My anxiety does not change God's faithfulness.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My fear does not rob the Lord of His strength.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God is the giver of EVERY good and perfect thing- if it's not from Him, it's not good.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Independence is never God's goal.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God is the only one who sustains and fulfills.</span></i></div><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Highlights to come from the Christmas Break 2011:</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>1. Finish finals (tomorrow, hopefully)!!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>2. Pack, pack, pack</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>3. Finish Christmas shopping</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>4. Nutcracker Ballet :) I love holidays and fancy things like ballet.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>5. Labelle with Brittany for FOUR DAYS... it's a long time- her family is probably going to be kicking my out on day 2.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>6. Home- Lula</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>7. Charlotte for Christmas with my mama's side of the family</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>8. Jacksonville to visit my long lost pseudo Irish friend Kyle for a few days</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>9. New Year's something with someone</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>10. A break from classes in January (Hallelujah!!)</i></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-20843709281410031682011-12-11T00:34:00.000-05:002011-12-11T00:34:50.177-05:00<i>Had quite possibly the most unproductive Saturday to ever exist, but I had the pleasure of ending the day with a UCF basketball game that ended in surprising excitement, a lovely trip to Four Rivers BBQ and now settled in at home watching The Holiday and doing "schoolwork." If you count 3 pages in a day as progress, I've made progress. </i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm really thankful for today. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For a day off with no real pressure to accomplish or do. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For friends who take me as I am- lazy day and all. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For sappy Christmas movies. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For new friends becoming great ones. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For best friends knowing my heart. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For American sports. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And most importantly, for Four Rivers ;)</i></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-32899327877983280792011-12-08T23:53:00.000-05:002011-12-08T23:53:01.668-05:00Ever have one of those days where the very issue you feel like you've gotten nailed down decides to prove it's not dead yet... That was my day. Always fun.<br />
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As I drove home tonight my heart was so uneasy- feelings of insecurity and loneliness and unworthiness and fear... And of course it took me until 11pm to really seek the Lord about it. Fighting it all day in my mind was totally not working, but I always give that option a good run for its money. I got home. Fought with myself for about 10 minutes about whether to turn on a movie or read a book and just try and forget things or to force myself to spend some time with the Lord. Jesus won this time (I'm not sure why I don't let him win every time, but alas). After spending a moment, recognizing and agreeing with the Lord that He is good; He is trustworthy; He is sovereign; He is always in control; He is never surprised, etc. I opened my little devotional and in sentence 1 was tearing up... EXACTLY the words my heart needed to hear. Like a traveler lost in a desert, my heart was instantly refreshed and quickly broken. Broken because- bottom line- I just suck at seeking first God's kingdom. He knows precisely what I need, and I am so hesitant (especially in this season) to seek His heart for me. Just like a lost wanderer, I am <strike>often</strike> daily in need of rescue. I so foolishly resist time and time again. <br />
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"Your needs and My riches are a perfect fit. I never meant for you to be self-sufficient. Instead, I designed you to need Me not only for daily bread but also for fulfillment of deep yearnings. I carefully crafted your longings and feelings of incompleteness, to point you to Me. Therefore, do not try to bury or deny these feelings. Beware also of trying to pacify these longings with lesser gods: people, possessions, power.<br />
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<i>Today, while washing dishes, almost as quality thinking time as the shower, I was pondering why I have such a hard time blogging this semester. It's not a time issue, really. I make time for the things I want to do like reading the Hunger Games books twice in one month, painting my nails, Facebooking, etc. So that's not the problem... </i><br />
<i>It's not that I don't have things to write about. My life is super boring event wise, but the stuff in my head- totally entertaining. I would know. </i><br />
<i>Rather... here is the issue: writing things down sometimes makes them feel real. It's hard to ignore the truth when it is staring you in the face (I've also been avoiding journaling, just in case you were wondering). </i><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>The truth of my life at the moment is this... I don't really know who I am anymore, and I have no idea where I'm going with my life- at- all.</b> Let me explain.</i></div><i>Since last February-ish, I've been walking (with Jesus) through the absolute hardest season of my life. No real reason why. Lots of little events, lots of thunderstorms in my heart, lots of messy relationships... This season is really shaping my personality. I'm becoming a girl who has like 2 friends, who might cry more often than she should, who would rather read 10 books in a weekend than go out. I have taken to avoiding BIG MAJOR life decisions because it's just to stressful to try and think about all the details. Totally not the college me, most definitely not the high school me. This conundrum has lead to the directionlessness (I know it's not a word, just go with it) in my life. I need to make these decisions within the next 2 to 3 months- some sooner, some later, but generally...</i><br />
<i>1. Where would I like to do my counseling practicum? Orlando? Georgia? Some other random city? </i><br />
<i>2. Once I settle on a geographic locale, which counseling center has openings for practicum students and wants to take me on?</i><br />
<i>3. Where do I want to work while doing my practicum? Serious job like people with college degrees should have or fun jobs that are useful for ignoring the real world?</i><br />
<i>4. Where do I want to live after graduation? Florida or anywhere else in the world? If it's Florida, I need more practicum hours and classes. If it's anywhere else in the continental United States, I can most likely graduate in December (of 2012). Yes... </i><br />
<i>5. Do I want to pursue licensure immediately or pursue more ministry related things?</i><br />
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<i>Just a little sampling of the questions rolling around in my head... These don't even begin to touch the "Why Gods?" or the "How is that going to work out?" or the "When is my turn?" kind of questions. These are not leaving a lot of space for poetic words or creative thoughts. Starting next week, I will begin to deal with these (I promise!)- just as soon as I get back from my 3 days at Disney :)</i><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today He said to me during worship "I'm gonna rock this thing. You aren't even going to believe it." </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In my mind, it was like a cocky quarterback before a rival game- pumped up on adrenaline, picturing the end result of a crushing game like he somehow knows the ending. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I pictured God rubbing His hands together, smirking as He's seeing the end result of this season I find myself in. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Totally needed to read this today... </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Understanding will never bring you Peace. That's why I have instructed you to <i>trust in Me, not in your understanding." </i>Jesus Calling, Sarah Young</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The devotional goes on to expound on that idea, but oh did I need to hear that in this season. I don't have to understand- I am pursuing the wrong path in trying to understand the whys and the hows. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Way to go Jesus! You are so good at crushing my idols- all of them, even the ones I was blissfully unaware of until now. </span>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-62481376782850425962011-07-12T23:30:00.000-04:002011-07-12T23:30:55.449-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><i>This girl is ready for football season to have begun yesterday... </i></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First UGA game as a student.. I teared up at kickoff.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>What I would give for season tickets and tiny plane to fly back and forth to Athens for game days... </i></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-67817226264097203652011-07-12T15:46:00.000-04:002011-07-12T15:46:45.890-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/zSdYgUtvens?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><i>Just discovered this singer called Cary Brothers- I am seriously behind in the music world... and this could quite possibly be my new favorite song. </i>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-30438346031605661162011-07-12T01:20:00.000-04:002011-07-12T01:20:14.492-04:00<i>I have been so lazy at my blogging... Here's the quick catch up session:</i><br />
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</div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-33760651689713086242011-05-14T19:19:00.000-04:002011-05-14T19:19:49.461-04:00Highlights from Dublin so far... <div>1. Good friends (becoming better ones) to travel around and explore with</div><div>2. Incredible ministry we stumbled upon to work with... The staff have such great hearts and are so welcoming and precious</div><div>3. We got to work in a homeless ministry tonight which is totally where my heart lies when it comes to mission trips... Memorable moment: Lady going crazy and spraying the room with a fire extinguisher. Definitely have to say that's a first for a mission trip.</div><div>4. Getting to be on a mission trip again just makes my heart feel so alive... </div><div>5. One of the great needs the mission and the homeless ministry both need are counselors! Why have I never considered the possibility of counseling abroad?? Definite life possibility.</div><div>6. One of our friendly hostel friends asked one of the girls if she wanted to go to Hell with him tonight... One of the most original pick up lines I've ever witnessed. </div><div>7. Love the laid back attitude and the ability to just enjoy life and not hurry through it... I could stay here awhile. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Sorry for the short, nondescript blog, but it's 12:17am, and I'm exhausted. </div><div><br />
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</div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-25918953039743820362011-04-14T11:07:00.000-04:002011-04-14T11:07:02.195-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Two ways I should start my day... </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Saying Job 40:4-5</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13869" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;">4</sup> “I am unworthy—how can I reply to you?<br />
I put my hand over my mouth.<br />
<sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-13870" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;">5</sup> I spoke once, but I have no answer—<br />
twice, but I will say no more.”</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Praying John Wesley's Covenant Prayer</i></span><br />
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<dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I am no longer my own, but thine.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Put me to doing, put me to suffering.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Let me be employed for thee or laid aside for thee,</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>exalted for thee or brought low for thee.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Let me be full, let me be empty.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Let me have all things, let me have nothing.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I freely and heartily yield all things to thy pleasure and disposal.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit,</i></span><br />
<dl style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.2em;"><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>thou art mine, and I am thine.</i></span></dd></dl></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>So be it.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>And the covenant which I have made on earth,</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>let it be ratified in heaven.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Amen.</i></span></dd><dd style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em;"><br />
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</dd><dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; margin-left: 2em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Maybe I'd look a little more like Jesus.</i></span></dd>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-90358189393194991422011-03-30T00:23:00.005-04:002011-03-30T00:25:47.245-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"></span><br />
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<div class="storyInnerContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"><div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="actorName" style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold;"><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1118430001" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1118430001" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Becca Calvert</a><i class="mhs img sp_cwqcqa sx_99ba24" style="background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/zb/r/uxjPUN3OLVy.png); background-position: -101px -91px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; display: inline-block; height: 9px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; width: 11px;"></i><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1098930001" href="http://www.facebook.com/brittany.n.baker" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Brittany Baker</a></span></div></div><span class="messageBody" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;"><div style="text-align: left;">soo one of Taylor Swift's band members just proposed to his girlfriend in a castle in Dublin, Ireland... Why am I not there now? Why am I going a month and a half late? This would be my perfect life.</div></span></h6><div><form action="http://www.facebook.com/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_1884219300735_131325686911214 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{"seq":1476670}" method="post" rel="async" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="uiStreamSource" style="color: #999999;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1884219300735&id=1118430001" style="color: #999999; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"><abbr class="timestamp" data-date="Tue, 29 Mar 2011 21:02:00 -0700" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial;" title="Wednesday, March 30, 2011 at 12:02am">20 minutes ago</abbr></a></span><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom" data-ft="{"type":"action"}" style="color: #999999;"> · <button class="like_link stat_elem as_link" name="like" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #6d84b4; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: auto;" title="Like this item" type="submit"><span class="default_message" style="display: inline;">Like</span></button> · <label class="uiLinkButton comment_link" style="color: #6b84b4; cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; vertical-align: text-top;" title="Leave a comment"><input style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #6b84b4; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: text-top;" type="button" value="Comment" /></label> · <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1118430001&and=1098930001&ref=nf" style="color: #6d84b4; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">See Friendship</a></span></span></div><ul class="uiList uiUfi focus_target fbUfi" data-ft="{"type":"ufi"}" style="list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; width: 398px;"><li class="ufiNub uiListItem uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: -2px; margin-top: 0px;"><i style="background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/z7/r/UvyvLtJTQzO.png); background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; display: block; height: 5px; margin-left: 17px; text-align: left; width: 9px;"></i></li>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1098930001" href="http://www.facebook.com/brittany.n.baker" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Brittany Baker</a> <span data-jsid="text">All in good timing? He already had a girlfriend so obviously he wasn't the one for you. When you get there, there will be a single, Irish man waiting for you in a castle. THAT would be a perfect life.</span></span></div><br />
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<div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1118430001" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1118430001" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Becca Calvert</a> <span data-jsid="text">But he needs to be connected to T.Swift so I can travel around with them and be her best friend...</span></span></div><div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 2px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><abbr class="timestamp" data-date="Tue, 29 Mar 2011 21:15:43 -0700" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial;" title="Wednesday, March 30, 2011 at 12:15am">6 minutes ago</abbr> · <span class="comment_like_1476635 fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; font-weight: normal;"><button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" name="like_comment_id[1476635]" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: auto;" title="Like this comment" type="submit" value="1476635"><span class="default_message" style="display: inline;">Like</span></button></span></span></div></div></div></div></li>
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<div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1098930001" href="http://www.facebook.com/brittany.n.baker" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Brittany Baker</a> <span data-jsid="text">Hmm...we'll make it work. Let's not get picky. An Irish man proposing in a castle? Come ON.</span></span></div><div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 2px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><abbr class="timestamp" data-date="Tue, 29 Mar 2011 21:16:13 -0700" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial;" title="Wednesday, March 30, 2011 at 12:16am">5 minutes ago</abbr> · <span class="comment_like_1476640 fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; font-weight: normal;"><button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" name="like_comment_id[1476640]" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: auto;" title="Like this comment" type="submit" value="1476640"><span class="default_message" style="display: inline;">Like</span></button></span></span></div></div></div></div></li>
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<div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1118430001" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1118430001" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Becca Calvert</a> <span data-jsid="text">all I have to say to that is Ephesians 3:20</span></span></div><div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 2px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><abbr class="timestamp" data-date="Tue, 29 Mar 2011 21:16:44 -0700" style="border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial;" title="Wednesday, March 30, 2011 at 12:16am">5 minutes ago</abbr> · <span class="comment_like_1476643 fsm fwn fcg" style="color: grey; font-weight: normal;"><button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" name="like_comment_id[1476643]" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: auto;" title="Like this comment" type="submit" value="1476643"><span class="default_message" style="display: inline;">Like</span></button></span></span></div></div></div></div></li>
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My devotion this morning was about waiting on the Lord and trusting His timing and His plans. Maybe I should re-read this excerpt every morning... I so struggle to not plan for God, to not make it a little easier for God to get things done. While there's been incredible growth in my life in this area, I still have heights to scale, and oh does the Lord have His work cut out for him in my heart. Bless Him!Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-47633355824767737082011-03-23T23:21:00.000-04:002011-03-23T23:21:47.877-04:00<i>One thing I know for sure... I love people. People are risky to love, but today I was so sweetly blessed with multiple encouraging, vulnerable, open, honest conversations with so many great women. My heart feels full because of the kind words and challenges they spoke into me, but more than words or advice. The time and presence they granted me is a gift. I get to spend my days being intentional in relationship with God's greatest creations. Why do I ever not love that?</i><br />
<i>Today I am reminded of an answered prayer. The Lord has given me community and support in Orlando if I'll just reach out and take it in my hands. I needed to be reminded of the Lord's goodness as I journey through some unknowns where I am not able to see the perfection of God's plans. Thank you Jesus that you speak to tenderly to my heart through the words of women. </i>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-35981098954087135012011-03-21T16:59:00.002-04:002011-03-21T16:59:23.502-04:00Two things I have discovered about myself while watching videos for the Wesley fundraising dinner<br />
1. I definitely have a Southern accent... seriously, didn't know it was that bad.<br />
2. When I laugh, my eyes disappear. Thanks genes for the sweet squinty eyes!Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-58146528742700655412011-03-12T20:20:00.000-05:002011-03-12T20:20:12.774-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNhvQcl2R-14xhwoHd3szVaN-5w1W4rO4mLGnA-ie_g3-AsnKoCvYHDDIq8Xqa2hKalpSXpXC5jLWkfoKR8s4fNJZEtAUFON1uHagcnYKw_ylcXUPwUtiTr-6H8OS2v86d2FCU6wwcSpo/s1600/DSC05392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNhvQcl2R-14xhwoHd3szVaN-5w1W4rO4mLGnA-ie_g3-AsnKoCvYHDDIq8Xqa2hKalpSXpXC5jLWkfoKR8s4fNJZEtAUFON1uHagcnYKw_ylcXUPwUtiTr-6H8OS2v86d2FCU6wwcSpo/s320/DSC05392.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />
</div>Last night I discovered an interesting fact about myself... I've been on 21 mission trips- 21 mission trips since 6th grade. Apparently I love doing that... <div><br />
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<div>I also was reminded that since I was a little girl I've dreamed of living abroad. I wrote a paper about it in 10th grade that I pull out and read periodically. I'm pretty sure my parents were convinced they'd need a passport to visit me at this point. Then, I went through a phase where I couldn't imagine being that far away from friends and family, but the Lord is impressing that desire on my heart again- deeply. My heart feels alive and somehow less restrained outside of the good ol' U.S. of A. I love the discovery of new places and cultures and people. I love that I'm reminded that I am not the center of the universe, and how I'm accustomed to doing life is not necessarily the right way. I love that I live more simply- one suitcase of clothing, no cell phone, ready for the day in 20 minutes. My heart just rested in peace this week. I didn't feel the need to always be busy. I didn't stress to have it all together. I laughed (ALOT). I played and danced and just let go. </div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had the privilege of being a "learner" this week... </div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We got to help make a mess of a house into a home for a mom who needed a second chance and her 4 beautiful sons. </div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We were the recipients some of the sweetest hospitality from Bahamians from the best curry chicken I've ever eaten to beach houses and cases of Goombay punch. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was reminded how such simple gestures can bind one heart to another like sharing my water or giving away a granola bar. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is no neat resolution to this post, just a smattering of thoughts- trying to make sense of the Lord's whispers and the fires He's lighting in my soul. </div><div><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I had counseling today, and we talked through what I want in life... good question to ask a 23 year old, right?</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I'm pretty clear on where my heart is now after a really freeing and powerful discussion. It's amazing the freedom and the strength for tomorrow I am feeling just by knowing and saying out loud what I really want. Nothing has changed (and I doubt anything will in the near future), but I know what I want. I have a clear goal, and I'm not lying to myself anymore and invalidating my desires. I'm not thrilled that I'm not where I want to be in life right now, but at least I can admit that. I've been trying so hard to convince myself that everything is perfect because I'm an eternal optimist who smiles when she cries. But I'm seeing the health in just being me, being authentic to who I am in the moment. Stumbling after Jesus but also being real in my struggle to trust and understand where He's leading me... </i></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-66468029684003010342011-02-27T21:53:00.000-05:002011-02-27T21:53:44.042-05:00What is it about BBQ and Jesus that goes so well together? We had Sonny's after church, and it just felt right... Kind of like at every church gathering, BBQ is served. If only it was football season, it would have been a perfect Sunday. <div><br />
</div><div><div>My toes hurt a bit after the sermon tonight at church. Our pastor, Isaac, talked about the parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector, and I was convicted on both sides of the spectrum. The prideful pursuit of self-righteousness and holding others in contempt, and also the side of needing to recognize and live in repentance for my sin. There was definitely an "ah- ha" moment for me. </div></div><div><br />
</div><div>This weekend was our Wesley Women's Retreat. Learned so much. So much left to process through and implement in daily life. But I'm learning to be okay with baby steps. Learning to be okay with not having it all together.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The Lord is really pressing his finger on some areas of my life, and it is PAINFUL and overwhelming and seemingly impossible. I think it's the nature of mankind to avoid pain if at all possible, but I'm seeing in my life that sometimes pain is the way to depth. Definitely not a lesson easily acquired. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I can sum up most of my struggle in this... I can share of part of my life with everyone, but I can share all of my life with no one. Ultimately, that's my hearts desire- to be able to fully share my life. I'm being driven to more dependence on the Lord in this, and what a beautiful result. Good thing Jesus is patient.</div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-2663560620255698142011-02-24T09:58:00.000-05:002011-02-24T09:58:40.215-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_eWr11u-kgfUYcMM_qXjZtjjACObWD6WIGMIKlqVFMHn9uWbfP-4MYJy9qOxd3ik05Blihnjd4iCpI0cPxC76Zv9rTRiR8v83ZnYo9S-lKfIyNcSC4h69TDqaKNE9dueu-GKQ0uqUQh7-/s1600/tumblr_ldyte7y0Ze1qabe2lo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_eWr11u-kgfUYcMM_qXjZtjjACObWD6WIGMIKlqVFMHn9uWbfP-4MYJy9qOxd3ik05Blihnjd4iCpI0cPxC76Zv9rTRiR8v83ZnYo9S-lKfIyNcSC4h69TDqaKNE9dueu-GKQ0uqUQh7-/s400/tumblr_ldyte7y0Ze1qabe2lo1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>I really needed to read this today... it's been one of those days where life has been building and building and building, and eventually, the world just crumbles because I'm only human (try to convince me of that sometime when I'm upset) and I'm a 23 year old, emotional mess.</i><br />
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<i>Thank you Jesus for loving me in the midst of my messiness... no end in sight. Your perspective on my life gives me hope. </i><br />
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<i>(This is God talking to Mackenzie- the main character in the book.) </i><br />
<i>"And let's say that I know it will take you 47 situations and events before you will actually hear me- that is, before you will hear clearly enough to agree with me and change. So when you don't hear me the first time, I'm not frustrated or disappointed, I'm thrilled. Only 46 more times to go. And that first time will be a building block to construct a bridge of healing that one day you will walk across."</i><br />
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<i>Grasping this concept of the expanse of Jesus' love+ a solo vacation... would be so good for my soul.</i>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051766425858090988.post-70541379096517895092011-02-20T22:26:00.000-05:002011-02-20T22:26:25.454-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><i>current feeling: overwhelmed</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>solution:</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>1. Postpone all "responsible" type activities</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>2. Buy a plane ticket. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>3. Pack a carry-on</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>4. Move to Barcelona for a year or two.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>5. Master the Spanish language and make some new friends. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'll also learn to make the best paella ever... I'll just try not to be too stressed over the shrimp heads. </i><br />
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</div><i>Sounds like a perfect plan to me... </i></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00683773435087063531noreply@blogger.com0