simply scraps

I pray for miracles, big miracles. And I often question myself. Should I be praying for these things? Am I worthy to ask? Do I deserve this? The answer; a big fat NO. But then I look at the miracles in the Bible. For instance, the woman whose daughter had an evil spirit (mark 7) what humbleness and yet there was such boldness. She understood that while what she asked of the Lord was HUGE in human eyes was only a “scrap of food” in His. What faith, what confidence, what mercy displayed by Christ. What generosity. What flexibility in His plan( after all she wasn’t a Jew) and yet it was just as He planned. My God never ceases to amaze me. I can come boldly knowing that He is the God of All Grace!

things that make me ask why

Why is hugging such a big deal? Why do I change the color of my walls weekly? Why do I hate doing my hair? Why is putting on make-up so tasking? Why don’t I have a favorite color? Why is leading something (like a bible study or prayer group) so scary? Why do I always choose comfort over looking nice? why do I like naps? why don't I like animals? why does Jack put up with me?

lacking love

LOVE, a topic I thought I was pretty good at.(see the pride?) then from every side, my quiet time, Sunday sermons, communication between friends, and every other way imaginable, Gods soft, and constant voice is showing me how much love I am lacking "love does not boast and is not arrogant" I've always thought the two were the same and I had both mastered, after all I did not walk around telling everybody how good I was (okay, let me just pause for all of you who remember my infamous little quote growing up "I'm the best" and say this has not even been considered by me until right now, huh, look at that another example of Gods working.) these past weeks God has revealed a little more of my heart to me. What I saw: I am terrible at both! Boasting and arrogance. I thank God for his grace in only revealing to me a little of my heart at a time, lest I become overwhelmed with the blackness of it.

clanging cymbals

I am not very eloquent in speech so I debated if a blog was the smart thing. After all I don’t want to sound stupid to everyone! I read some blogs, listen to some people speak and think, wow they said exactly what I was thinking. Only when I try to say it, it comes out jumbled. I have often wondered why God would put me in the position I’m in and not give me eloquent speech, (okay forget eloquent, just to be able to communicate what I’m thinking without tripping over my own tongue would make life easier.) Why is it that i have so much rattling around in my head and yet i can't get it off my lips? Every time I get frustrated with my lack of communication skills (and they are lacking) I must remind myself, He is the one who has given me ALL I need for life and Godliness. Then i think about what Paul says: if I could speak with the tongues of men and angels and have not love I am just noise!( i played the cymbals, and they ARE annoying.) There is so much more in my life that is of greater importance, such as humbling myself, Loving, being selfless, doing everything without grumbling or complaining, praying continually, growing in the Grace and Knowledge of my savior, and so much more. So, I must focus on that which really matters, not on the things that would make me appear better or in my case sound better. I must decrease and He must increase! I don’t want to be just another clanging cymbal. And yet communication is so very important. so how does all of this fit together?

The Book is Open

This is Kami’s blog, but the first post is by Jack (her loving and ruggedly good looking husband), because she is computer illiterate. (Although she can get to Word just fine – at least that’s what she says).
This is the last you will hear from me outside of the comment section, and I hope that this will soon be deleted.