The very best cheesesteak you will EVER eat is from a little place in Williamsport Pennsylvania called Newberry Sub Shop. Their cheesesteaks are a little piece of heaven. Actually they are HUGE piece of heaven, a large is quite enough for at least 2 meals per person. They are amazing, and I am munching on one right now.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Blogging...Eh?
I am not a very good blogger. I have at least 4 drafts saved to my blog that I have never published, countless hand written entries in my journal that were intended to be online, and several more word files saved that have not made it past my hard drive.
I am just not a very good blogger.
But I want to be. It makes me feel better to put my thoughts into writing, and for some reason, I want to publish them so everyone can read them. But lately I haven't had any really deep thoughts.
So this is what I shall do: I will write about what is going on in my life right now, and call it a blog entry. Hey it is a blog entry, just not a very exciting one.
It is the wee hours of Friday, August 14th. My sister weds today. I turn 29 tomorrow. My daughter is a flower girl in the wedding, and I am pretty much prepared for the worst. I am considering a little bag of M&Ms stuffed into my bouquet to bribe her on the stage. That's bad parenting for SURE!!
Well, that about sums it up.
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
What do I do when I am stressed?
"Only two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." -Albert Einstein
The house is quiet; Savanna is sleeping, and Bill is in his room, as usual. Josh is at class, which makes me quite sad and lonely. There is a lot going on for me right now, but most of it I can't really put into writing, not for a lack of ability or lack of desire. On the contrary, I would love to write out what is on my heart and mind right now, but on the most stressful of all the topics, I won't. Just trust that it is for the best. Somehow it feels better just acknowledging that I am stressed out about these anonymous topics, and for that I am grateful.
What do I do when I am stressed? I play the piano! But I can't right now, because we don't have one. Go ahead and use your imagination to picture me pouting. So since I don't have a piano at which to play my heart, I will just talk about what I would play on the piano: praise and worship! This has been roaming through my heart anyway, so here it goes:
WHAT IS PRAISE?
Declaration of faith
"Why are you cast down, O my soul,and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,my salvation"
Shout of victory
"My lips will shout for joy,when I sing praises to you;my soul also, which you have redeemed" Psalm 71:23
An expression of approval
"I will tell of your name to my brothers;in the midst of the congregation I will praise you." Psalm 22:22
An offering of thanks
"I will give to the LORD the thanks due to his righteousness,and I will sing praise to the name of the LORD, the Most High." Psalm 7:17
A reflection of God's power
"O my Strength, I will sing praises to you,for you, O God, are my fortress, the God who shows me steadfast love" Psalm 59:17
WHAT PRAISE IS NOT
Praise is most certainly not a temper tantrum or a pity party. We have all thrown temper tantrums, even as adults. Or maybe it's just me - be honest now - who has gotten so upset that I don't know what to do with myself, resorting to throwing my hands around at imaginary walls that I have just punched through in my mind, or jumping up and down, or yelling at the top of my lungs. And again, be honest - we have all thrown ourselves pity parties. You know, we may not have sent out invitations in the mail, but we've certainly shuffled through our contacts list looking for a sympathetic ear to unload on, someone who will say, you poor thing! Not someone who will fix it, just someone to listen and feel bad for us - we wouldn't want our pity party to come to a premature end now would we. So when we come into the presence of God, it is not time to throw a "spiritual temper tantrum" or pity party
Praise is not my time to shine. Guess what? Are you ready for this - praise is not about YOU. Go ahead, cry a little. Praise is about GOD. It's about lifting His mighty name on high - raising the banner of praise - crying out in unity with the body of Christ in celebration. Have you ever spent time with a self-centered person? Uhm, YES! Completely annoying? Uhm, YES! Counterproductive? Uhm, YES! True Praise is not about making yourself a spectacle just for spectacle's sake. Sometimes praise will look silly [INSERT "Make it Plain" HERE]. David looked completely foolish parading through the streets in his tighty whities celebrating the presence of God, but there is a difference between unabandoned worship and "look at me, everybody!"
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Praise is not a chance to bully anyone else into anything. Maybe "bully" is a strong word - but I cannot tell you how many times I have witnessed this exact scenerio: A quiet, timid Christian is standing innocently at their seat during the song service; a boistrous, nearly-too-lively Christian is dancing about in the aisle. The boistrous Christian dances their way over to the timid Christian, grabs the hand of the person who was perfectly contented to praise Jesus at their seat and drags them into the aisle. So now we have a boistrous Christian, and an embarrassed, awkward Christian, both in the aisle. Please do NOT do this - not everyone praises the same way. While it would be ideal if we could throw away our limitations in church, going absolutely crazy for Jesus on a regular basis, it is not everyone's desire to do so, nor is it their nature. If God is a gentleman, and gives man the free choice to worship - shouldn't we?
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