From the Inside Out

Emotion, Does It Have A Place In Worship?

2011-07-22T16:16:00.003-05:00

Worship is one of the most controversial topics of Christian life. Why? Off the top of my head I’d say that things as “Godly” as biblical knowledge and spiritual maturity contribute, but probably no more than things as “Worldly” as past experience and personal preference. In addition, we have an enemy who not only wants to destroy the body of Christ, but even more wants to destroy our personal relationship with Christ. I believe, in addition to the word and prayer, worship is how we connect relationally with God, both as a body and as individuals.

Before someone throws out the whole Romans 12 “spiritual act of worship” argument, I’ll state that I by no means dispute the truth of that scripture. I will also state that in addition to Romans 12, we have many, many, MANY scriptures that reference worship in the musical form. That is the worship I am addressing here.

Being a musician my whole life and a worshipper since my conversion just over a decade ago, I have spent a GREAT deal of time thinking, praying, meditating, studying, questioning, crying, and pulling my hair out about this topic. There is literally not a single other thing in my life that has brought me more despair. And I’ve been through divorce, rehab and a teenage daughter! Having said that, there is also absolutely nothing that has brought me as much joy, as much peace, as much comfort. There is no other “thing” that has drawn me closer to God and to who I really am in His presence.

Pretty emotional, right? I recognize that. And I am NOT an emotional person. So, realizing that worship has had this effect on me has led me to many questions. “Why do I get so emotional?” “Is this real?” “Am I emotional about God or am I just caught up in the music?” “Am I just creating this experience to replace the high I used to get from drugs, alcohol, eating, shopping, whatever?”

The answers? Sometimes Yes, Sometimes No. For all of them! My point is that I believe it IS real, but I know that I am human and I know there is an enemy. Therefore, I pray ALL THE TIME, “Lord, make it real.” “Make it authentic.” “Help me to focus on you.” “Meet with me.” “Wash me in humility.” “Let your Spirit be my guide.” The prayers go on and on and on. At times, I fail. At times, I’m emotional because the music was REALLY good! At times, I’m emotional because my singing/playing was really BAD! I am human. I have emotion. Being that I am created in God’s likeness, I believe He has emotions as well. Being that He creates all things for his pleasure and glory, I believe He delights in my emotions. Emotion is one of the things that makes us more than just a sack of bones, a bunch of flesh and blood.

So, I believe as Paul said to the church in Corinth when they were questioning his integrity, “Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith; test yourselves.” Paul was speaking about prophecy, but his point can be applied in this way, Instead of questioning whether “the church” is providing authentic spirit filled worship for you, question whether you yourself are worshipping from the spirit within you.

Genius

2011-06-07T10:29:00.004-05:00

*Note, this is totally free writing only and not originally intended to be read. The subject came up, so I'm sharing.

Genius

I remember the day I discovered I was “genius.” I went to the library to “clear my head” and came home with a script for Cirque de Soleil. That’s literal, not metaphorical. I mean, I didn’t write the whole thing. It’s not even done and who knows if it ever will be. I just got “it” out on paper and that’s what it came out to be.

Mozart. Mozart. I can’t help but think of Mozart. I guess you could say he’s my favorite composer. Who knows, maybe it’s because there was a movie about him. Maybe it’s because I played a lot of “him” when I took piano lesson. I don’t know. I don’t know if I could even “spot” his music now. Anyway, for whatever reason he’s my favorite.

Anyway, I envision him there in the “end times”, sitting in his bed, writing a symphony. I don’t know. He was mad. Not “angry” mad, “MAD” mad. He was crazy!

Well, I don’t know if he was crazy in the beginning or not. I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t imagine, sitting down, hearing a symphony in your head and writing it out on paper.

It seems I always think of the crazy ones; Mozart, Edgar Allan Poe, I don’t know. I don’t know who they all are, but I know they were crazy. I wonder if they enjoyed life. I wonder if they knew they were crazy. I wonder what life was like for them. I don’t know. I have no idea.

I question. I don’t know. I question. Am I crazy? I don’t know how to tell. I seriously don’t know. Am I even really married? I have no clue.

I mean, that sounds “crazy” (ironically) and scary. I mean, what the hell am I doing? Of course I’m married!

I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder if I live in a fantasy world. If any of it’s real. I can’t even imagine. I don’t know.

*and then I turned my attention to writing a rap song that formed in my head from this writing. Yeah, I know. [head shake]

Your WHAT Hurts?

2011-05-30T22:45:00.005-05:00

Can I be honest with you? Sometimes I lie. It’s true! I lie! Sometimes I say, “I’m fine.” when I am not fine. Sometimes I say, “I’m sick,” when I’m not sick. And sometimes, I say, “NOTHING is wrong,” when I’m dying inside.

So, what’s new? Everyone does that, right? The problem is that I’ve been doing it my whole life, since I was a very little girl, since I really had no reason or purpose to lie. The problem is that I’ve done it so much and for so long that it has become a habit, automatic, instinctive, and I don’t know how to stop.

I think the lie was initially birthed from confusion, not deception. Now? I’m not sure. Laziness? Avoidance? Apathy? Whatever the reason, it’s there and I cannot figure out how to… Scratch that. I’m not sure that I am willing to change it.

See, when you’re little and your tummy hurts, your mommy gives you 7-Up and crackers and sits with you til you feel better. When you fall off your bike and scratch your elbows and knees your daddy cleans you up, covers the wounds and cares for you til they heal. When you’re sick, your mommy takes you to the Dr and he gives you medicine that makes you healthy again.

But what if you’re sad? If you’re sad because someone died, your mommy and daddy are sad too and you all mourn together. If you’re sad because someone was mean to you, your mommy and daddy hug you, tell you how to handle bullies and even get involved if necessary. When you’re sad because your boyfriend broke up with you, mommy and daddy call your girlfriends and invite them over for chick flicks and ice cream.

But what if you’re just sad? Not because someone died, not because someone was mean, not because your boyfriend broke up with you… you’re just sad… and even you don’t know why?

When you start to feel sadness at a very early age and you don’t know why, you HAVE to find ways to camouflage it. You HAVE to find excuses for it. You HAVE to lie about it. Or so you think.

After all, if you are sad ALL day for 10 days straight and you say, “I’m sad,” several times a day for 10 days straight, what would people do? Well, they might ask, “Why? What’s wrong?” or “What happened?” You might even get an “I’m sorry,” with a sympathetic hug, at first. But ALL day… for 10 days?! No one wants to hear that! No one knows how to deal with that? No one can fix that?

You can’t explain it. You can’t identify it. You have no clue how to fix it and then… you feel guilty about it! Afraid to admit it! I mean, after all, who wants to be the annoying “sad” kid, “Debbie Downer”, the “negative” one? Not me!

But, that’s what you become. Negative, a pessimist, with a bad attitude… or… you lie! When people ask, “How are you?” you answer with, “I’m fine!” When people ask, “What’s wrong?” you say, “I have a headache,” or “I don’t feel good,” which actually are usually true because even your body doesn’t know how to respond to “I’m sad” and would rather manifest it into physical pain. And sometimes, when you just don’t have the strength to deal with it at all, when asked the question, “What’s wrong?” you just take a deep breath, choke back the tears, stuff it deep inside, tighten everything you have, make certain of no escape, and say, “Nothing. Nothing at all!”

In God We Trust

2011-02-16T15:23:00.002-06:00

I write this knowing it will not be received favorably by all, but what is life, if not a testimony? This is an area of life where I’ve had faith, I’ve been obedient and I’ve been blessed. This is a testimony of God’s provision. In His provision, He expects faith. He also expects stewardship, which we often overlook.

The child of two hard working teachers, I enjoyed the benefits received. I enjoyed them so much that when I entered the workforce myself, I was shocked. Co-pay? Deductible? Premium? 18 years old, with husband, child, rent, etc, I was welcomed into the private sector with a BANG!

Life continued. One thing did not change. No matter how far my career progressed, I still had to pay for benefits. What did change was the cost. Each year I paid more and benefited less! I had a pit in my stomach, each time I saw the cost of my benefits increase more than my rate of pay. I thought, “How long until we can’t afford to live?” Each year, I reminded myself, “God is bigger than insurance,” I spoke this many times in many ways. “God is bigger than the stock market.” “God is bigger than the real estate market.” It was a necessary reminder when panic set in.

Many years ago, I felt God said to me, “No matter how much money you make someday, I want you to live like you make very little. You may have to live on very little someday.” Spoken to me personally, that can apply to many, especially considering the effects of economy on daily living.

Eventually I did receive a substantial salary. I did get to where I could say, “I work hard. I can treat myself to…” I did get to where I could make a larger purchase using disposable income only. God’s word to me was as clear then as the day I first felt it.

We didn’t live on beans and rice or without any luxuries, but what we bought, we bought with cash after we researched, bargained and waited to get the best value. My peers drove upscale cars. I drove used, with 100K+ miles. My peers lived in $300K - $1M homes. I shopped for years to land a 2 bedroom condo believing God said to spend no more than $100K on a home. Needless to say, I was not the one to host social gatherings with my peers!

Eventually, I felt God was leading me away from my job. My husband works every bit as hard as me, but in a field that compensates differently than mine. My job contributed about 2/3 of our household income and all of our benefits, so we dismissed the idea of me leaving. As time went on, it became increasingly clear that I was being called to leave, so we looked at how to make that happen.

Years earlier we attended Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University and began some financial disciplines. We adhered to those practices pretty well. Never having used credit cards, our only debt was a student loan, which we eventually paid off, and our mortgage. Most disposable income provided by my salary was budgeted to our mortgage every month, so it was never available for us to spend. Our payment was under $700. We paid approximately $2000. It was my goal to pay off our mortgage in 7 years.

This lifestyle, made it possible for me to leave my job and for us to live on a fraction of our former income. We made changes to our cell phones, cable plans and nonessential budget lines, and made a fairly smooth transition to our new lifestyle. Before I left my job, we funded our missions, vacation, Christmas, and other budget lines for the rest of the year so they’d be fully funded without compromising the new budget.

Since this step of faith, God has provided greatly. Not only have our needs been met, but we still enjoy many nonessentials. We are even about to remodel two bathrooms and travel to Europe. God is amazing. He is too good to us.

I believe In-God-We-Trust. He will provide. We often focus on what we “deserve”. I “deserve” nothing, yet he provides everything I need and more.

Faith is a gift. So is stewardship. If my income increases, does my lifestyle need to? We can take a $5000 bonus and turn it into a $20,000 debt. We buy a car we can’t pay cash for or “improve” our home. What would happen if you were asked to live on a fraction of your income? Are you prepared? Could you pay your current household bills? Could you support your lifestyle? Do you have debt that could not be paid? Do you have savings for emergencies?

My guess is most of us are living beyond the means of a reduced income, and even beyond the means of our current income. We’re spending more than we make. We’re acquiring debt. We are spending in the now, not investing in the future. In essence, we manage our personal finances in the same manner that our government manages our public finances.

Jesus Didn't Carry A Picket Sign

2010-12-11T08:55:00.004-06:00

I have a past. Don’t we all? I have a not so glowing past. Much of my past I should have more remorse about, but… I don’t, mostly because 1. I had A LOT of fun and 2. I am what I am today in large part because of what I’ve experienced to this point – the good, the bad, AND the ugly.

Having said that, would I want others to live the life that I have lived? No. Would I want them to live a more holy life, without the consequences of sin that I have brought on myself? Yes. The question is, “How can I influence others in this world to live a better, holier, more God glorifying life than I have lived?”

One day, as I was driving to work, I came to an intersection that was lined with people. Each of these people was holding a sign. On these signs, there were statements, pleas, commands even. This particular group of people seemed to be peaceful. It seemed they were united to take a stand for something they strongly believed in, something I believe in.

Even in my agreement with what these people stood for, I was met with a sinking feeling in my heart and a sick feeling in my stomach. Even in my agreement with what these people stood for, I felt a sense of judgment, condemnation, even hate.

I was living a life absent of the type of sin I was once in. I had confessed, repented and been forgiven of the sins of my past. And yet, I felt as though I was personally carrying a cross through a mob of people holding signs and yelling “Crucify her!”

It was at that moment that I realized I would never carry a picket sign. I realized that people rarely come to redemption through a picket sign. I realized that Christ never carried a picket sign.

Christ lived a perfect and holy life. Christ led by example. Christ lived in relationship with others. Christ corrected the sinner but scolded the religious, the legalistic, and the self righteous, those who claimed to uphold the law for righteousness sake. Christ, loved.

A picket sign doesn’t build relationship. It doesn’t build trust. It doesn’t inspire change. A picket sign, doesn’t love.

Lord, help me to do my part to change the world for Your sake. Help me to live in the shadow of Your wings. Help me to dwell in Your beauty. Help me to inspire others for Your glory. Help me, to love.

Who Am I?

2010-07-12T12:00:00.002-05:00

Who am I? Who do you want me to be?
If I could look through Your eyes, what kind of me would I see?

The above words are to a song I began to write several years ago and have yet to finish. I’m thinking the song, like discovering my true identity in Christ, will be a lifelong process.

You may be looking at my blog to get a little insight into who I am, or really what kind of person I am. You may be a potential friend, employer, stalker, who knows. For whatever reason you would like to know, I’d like to say, “good luck.” I’m not sure that you’ll get a clear sense of my being here, but it’s worth a shot.

Some have gotten the wrong first impression here in the past. For that reason, I’ve taken some of the more “controversial” entries off and am now trying to give a better-rounded picture of who I really am. (I know. I’m a sellout and it goes against what I said I would do in an earlier post. I don’t know, sue me? Kick me out of the “cool people club?” whatever.)

So, in quick summary, here’s a little synopsis of “who I am” as I understand it for now:

I guess I’m funny, or so they tell me.

I am sensitive. I get my feelings hurt at times, BUT I won’t admit it if it happens because that might say I’m weak, which I AM NOT. I am creative beyond my means. In my head I see visions of elaborate works of all kinds which I personally cannot create and no one else would want to. Because what I think, feel and see is so grandiose, elaborate, and complex, I am rarely able to communicate what is in my heart or mind, which makes relationships of all kinds very challenging. For the reasons above and more, I spend a lot of time alone, which is my preference. I’m working on it.

I love the Lord my God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength. I relate to Mary Magdalene. I have a deep appreciation, love and devotion for Jesus Christ who loves me so dearly that he died for my repulsiveness and yet looks me straight in the eyes, holds my face in His hands and expresses His undying love and admiration for me as if none of it ever existed.

As much as I relate to Mary, I relate to other great historical figures, such as Peter and Timothy. Like Peter, I can be filled so full with The Spirit that it flows out of me in ways I never thought possible in my own strength and others draw closer to the Lord through it. Like Timothy, I am timid and afraid to use the great gifts that I have been given. I long for my entire being to be used for the Glory of God. My mission is to radiate His beauty.

I look like someone who is vain, materialistic and liberal in my beliefs and actions. Much to the contrary, I am frugal beyond reason, very conservative and modest. I feel I have a platform to model and encourage purity, modesty and humility to others. I spend little to no money on clothes or health and beauty products. I am VERY selective about what I watch on TV or in movies and I am one of the few people left in this world who does not wear a 2 piece swimming suit. I have a sincere desire to illustrate to other women that it is VERY possible to “radiate His beauty” while being modest, conservative and good stewards. I am passionate about this to say the least.

I am “melancholy”, “dark”, “edgy” or whatever they’re calling it these days. What I mean is my artistic being is not likely to communicate in the language of flowers and smiley faces. I am thankful that God has gifted people to do that. I may be one of those people someday. For now, I tend to speak to the darker things in life while directing myself and others to the true source of light, Jesus Christ.

I have a past. Few people know it and fewer have ever heard me speak of it. However if you too have a past, you will find that my past has allowed me to have empathy and love for you as I guide you in the direction of the one and only Healer and Redeemer, Jesus Christ.

Finally, I am a woman of MANY words. I like to talk – and yet I’m willing to listen. I like to write – and yet I’m willing to STOP.

The Call

2010-06-11T12:06:00.015-05:00

I got a phone call today; just your standard, run of the mill, professional service call. I handled it in the same fashion that I handle all calls of this nature. I checked the voicemail a day late, returned the phone call, left a friendly and concise message with my name and phone number clearly stated at the beginning and the end of the message, hung up, and then waited for my call to be returned.

The familiarity of the situation began to change when my call was returned. Not only did my phone actually function appropriately, announcing the call with a standard ring, which most phones are accustomed to doing, but it also rang long enough for me to answer while the party still remained on the line. This is far from familiar, routine, regular, or mundane. This is unusual.

The content of the call, the reason, the purpose, well that’s yet to be determined. Was it to make me physically ill, freaked out and not knowing what to do with myself? Was it to give me peace and contentment, and eventual healing? Was it to add another chapter to Amy’s Book of Life? Or possibly solve a mystery contained within it? Or even finalize the book so that the cover may be closed once and for all? Only God knows that.

So, “What was this call?” you may be asking. “What’s the big deal?” “Here she goes again, with her drama, drama, drama.”

See, the opposite is true actually. I’m opposed to drama. I hate it. I have an adverse reaction to it. Breaking a nail, I like. Having a flat tire, I can throw a fit over. But life, that I prefer to be drama free, ordinary, uneventful, emotionless.

So now I’m left with the task of keeping this just that. How do I stuff this? How do I feel nothing? How do I return it to the usual, the normal, the boring, the mundane? How do I fit this into casual conversation, meaningless chit chat? I’m just not sure.

So, I will choose to stuff it for now, place it in the deep dark closet, that is my soul, hiding it away so that no one can see and I can hopefully forget. Shoving and pushing to fit it amidst the cluttered mass of things place here before. Hoping the door will never open to have it all come crashing out, one “it” on top of another, falling and crashing, never to end until I am surely buried in it, broken and breathless.

What will happen when that day comes? Only time will tell, but for now, I think I’ll go get the duct tape.

It's a new day

2010-02-21T15:16:00.005-06:00

Well, here we go again, attempt #???? at this whole “blog” thing. Not sure why it’s such a challenge for me. I think, I journal, I write. It seems a blog would be a natural for me. I think it’s because I think too much and then I write too much and then I think too much about the fact that I write too much and then I get tired, run out of time, or just don’t think anyone is going to want to read my ramblings. So, I don’t do it.

But… today is a new day. So, once again, I’m going to give it a shot!

Yesterday I turned 37 years old. Wahoo, yippee, yada, yada, yada. Well, you may know that I have stated for many, many years that I felt very strongly that I would die at the age of 36. It’s true. I’ve always had an “inkling” I would die at an early age. I picture my parents at my funeral. I picture myself young. At some point I attached the age of 36 to that “inkling”. Well it’s just been “one of those things” that has made me “unique” or “quirky” or “weird” over the years and we’ve all gotten a good chuckle over it.

I should also mention that I have a very “keen” intuition. In addition, I have a gifting that those of us who believe in it call “prophecy”. So, when you take intuition and prophecy and then throw in a good dose of discernment, you tend to get a pretty good sense of things that are to come, be it good or not so good.

Well, obviously I didn’t die at 36. So “you told me so” or “I was wrong” or however you want to put it. I can go into my whole theory about the 3% margin of error and God telling me He’d add another decade to my life and all that jazz, but I’ll save that for another post.

Instead, I’ll thank God for at least another day, if not another year, another decade, or another 37 years and I’ll leave you with some “musings”, “inspirations” or “random thoughts” have you about what I’d like to do in the years, months, weeks, days or moments I have left in my life. I’ll state that I have put absolutely no thought into this. This will not be based on wisdom, study, prayer, or anything scientific. This will just be a list of what is spoken to my heart, I believe from God, as I sit here and type this post.

So, here goes:

*I’m going to laugh more and scowl less. And not just a chuckle, giggle or a courtesy laugh, mind you. I’m talking a head back, mouth open, gut bustin’, pants peein’, cackle until you cry laugh.

*I’m going to think less and do more.

*I’m going to write thank you notes and “I’m thinking of you’s” on cute little note cards and mail them to people I like just because I feel like it, even though stamps cost money and snail mail isn’t cool anymore.

*I’m going to read more and watch TV less, even Mother Angelica.

*I’m going to receive love abundantly, so that I can give love abundantly.

*I’m going to say “I’m sorry” – first.

*I’m going to kiss my husband, even if he hasn’t brushed his teeth or has something gross hanging out of his nose. I’m going to stop what I’m doing and give him a hug when he wants one, even if it means dinner might burn or the laundry load won’t get switched.

*I’m going to have serious conversations with my daughter, even if it’s difficult and takes time and a short sarcastic comment will get the point across while making us both laugh and think I’m a “cool mom” rather than make us cry and admit I’ve made some pretty big mistakes, but that I love her am proud of her and am in it for the long haul, just as she’s been in it with me all these years.

*I’m going to dance!

*I’m going to be honest with my Dr, my therapist, my husband and my friends about how I feel physically and/or emotionally, even if it means I met get another pill that will undoubtedly make me fat.

*I’m going to stand up and look my Dr in the eye and say, “You’re crazy Mister!” just like I did when I had that concussion in the 2^nd grade!

*I’m going to cry – even if it kills me.

*I’m going to return phone calls – even if it kills me.

*I’m going to initiate phone calls! – even if it kills me.

*I’m going to take baby steps and do things in moderation – especially in the areas listed immediately above this.

*I’m going to say things that might not fit into the “box” of things that a stereotypical white suburban, conservative Christian, middle class American might say. When I do so, I’m not going to apologize for shocking someone, but I will apologize if I hurt someone.

*I’m going to use incorrect grammar. Because I like it! I know the rules. I went to school. My parents are teachers. I went to college. I’m a skilled writer. Sometimes it just flows better if you start a sentence with a “But”. To anyone it bothers… Loosen up! and consider it art!

*I’m going to spend more time with my parents and I’m going to drive the 45 minutes to them, even if it’s easier if they come to me.

*I’m going to buy something BEFORE I think about it for 30 days, or wait for it to go on super double closeout clearance or wait for my next birthday or next Christmas – even if I don’t make a lot of money anymore!

*I’m going to burp less because my husband thinks its gross, even if I think it is an amazing God given talent that I should showcase every opportunity I get!

*I’m going to make my daughter proud of me for who I am and what I’m going to do, rather than who I was, and what I did.

*I’m going to tell the story of my life like I actually experienced it, like I have a personal connection and emotional attachment to it, not like I’m a news reporter, blandly stating the facts – even if my face turns red, my voice cracks and tears stream down my face.

*I’m not going to worry about losing my mind and instead start using my mind.

*I’m going to write songs, stories, poems and anecdotes. I’m going to put them in a book and I’m going to let people read them, even if they suck.

*I’m going to draw, even though I can’t draw. I’m going to paint, even though I can’t paint. I’m going to learn to play the stupid guitar, even if it makes my fingers hurt and I have to cut my nails!

*I’m going to sing from my heart, even if the Holy Spirit or my own emotions cause my voice to shake or go out of key.

*I’m going to say something really stupid into a microphone and laugh at myself in front of hundreds of people – just for old times sake.

*I’m going to quit feeling like the best years of my life are over because I can’t drink, smoke, do drugs, be prom queen, do the splits or have a bare midriff anymore.

*I MIGHT die my perfectly good hair, even if it costs money, it has to be maintained, it’s frivolous and vain, I might never get it back to it’s original state and I am blessed to have naturally pretty hair.

*I’m going to get another tattoo – or 2, or 3, or…

*I’m going to wear a hoop nose ring, holey jeans and an 80’s hair band tee because I like it, even if it’s really not cool.

*I’m going to continue to smack my gum and chew my nails and fingers, even if its annoying to others and a bad nervous habit.

*I’m going to joyfully agree to watch movies my husband picks, even if the picture on the cover doesn’t catch my eye.

*I’m going to quit starting sentences with “I probably shouldn’t say this but…” and just not say it.

*I’m going to put my hair in pigtails and dance barefoot in a meadow.

*I’m going to dress like a hippie, even though I’m not one.

*I’m going to say things like, “You’ll have that.” And “That’s gonna leave a mark!”

*I’m going to quit making excuses and admit that I don’t want to try anything really exciting because I’m deathly afraid that it won’t turn out perfect or worse yet, I might fail!

*I’m going to be a student. I’m going to study God’s beauty in all it’s forms both formally and informally.

*I’m going to try to take in some of God’s beauty from the world every day and then put some of God’s beauty into the world every day.

*I’m going to take, or have others take, more pictures of me and my family, even if it’s a hassle to take the cameral, I feel awkward and vain asking for someone to take a picture of me, I’m not photogenic and I hate my nose.

*I’m going to give my husband and daughter more affection than my cats.

*I’m going to continue to talk baby talk to other people’s children, constantly reminding them that I talked baby talk to my own child all the time and she has always had an excellent vocabulary and very proper diction.

*I’m not going to tense up when my husband uses the word “y’all” when we are in Texas.

*I’m still going to tense up, but I’m not going to hit him and say, “Don’t you ever say that again!” when my husband uses the words, “yo, yo, yo.” I may simply remind him that if he gets shot by a thug or someone approaches him to purchase drugs or a prostitute that he brought it on himself.

*I’m going to purchase more Lil’ Wayne and less Big Daddy Weave on iTunes.

*I’m going to admit to myself and the rest of the world that I really do go tanning every year and not just because I need a “base tan” because I’m going on vacation and I burn

easy.

*I’m going to post things with typos and spelling errors because proof reading would take too much time and if I don’t post it now, I never will and it really doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things anyway!

*I’m also going to post things that are too long and wordy because to edit (insert excuse from above here) and assume that those that really want to read what I wrote will take the time to do so, regardless of how long it is and those who don’t, I completely understand, I wouldn’t waste my time either.

*I’m going to stop things abruptly, without a proper summary, conclusion, resolution or ending.

Today I am 37

2010-02-21T13:37:00.005-06:00

I don’t know the story of my conception
Or the story of my birth
But I know there’s a God who loves me
And He decides my worth

There’s a reason that He put me here
And a purpose for my life
There’s a me He created me to be
Beyond a daughter, a mother, a wife

There’s something deep inside me
That He put in only me
And if I die without releasing it
There’s something that will never be

I don’t know what that something is
Who I am or what I am to do
But I know I better get to doing it
Before my life is through

Enter at Your Own Risk

2009-07-13T14:45:00.002-05:00

OK, I've been insinuating that I will be "blogging" for some time now and it just hasn't happened. Maybe it's a lack of motivation, maybe it's fear, maybe it's God's divine intervention, knowing the last thing this world needs is another outlet for the untamed tongue of Amy Baxley, but here I am, for the moment. Who knows? Maybe now is the time, maybe not. But right now, at this moment, I sit with a computer in my lap and just enough energy (and Adderall) to tap the keys.

So, before I commit to (or threaten to) add to this site with any consistency, I feel it quite important to add a disclaimer (if you know me, you know that not much in my life comes without one).

So, here goes...

ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK

The entries that will appear in this blog are my thoughts, my beliefs, my feelings, my fears, my dreams, my heart's desires, etc. They are open for your review, your comment and even your critique.

However, I will not apologize for what I think, how I feel, or what I believe. My posts will contain material of a serious nature (not without humorous undertones) that is near and dear to my heart. I am in an infinite pursuit to know my God, know myself, and live a life that is rich in the truth of both. I cannot and will not apologize for what I learn, feel or experience along the way, however contrary it may be to what you or anyone else may believe. I am in pursuit of TRUTH and TRUTH only.

You are welcome to express what you think, feel or believe to be true at any time, especially if it is for the purpose of steering me toward truth and helping me in my pursuit. I even welcome the views of others who believe something different, who are also seeking the truth and don't feel they have quite identified it yet. What I will not welcome is anyone, anything or any comment that asks me to deny my God, deny my faith, or apologize for what I believe.

I love all people and want good things (the best things) for everyone, but I do believe in One God, The Only God. I believe there is only One Truth, One Way, One Path, (to Heaven, eternal life, righteousness, life everlasting, salvation, etc). I believe that comes through Jesus Christ and only Jesus Christ.

I believe that the gift of eternal life comes through Him only. I believe that life on Earth, comes not only from Him, but is to be lived for Him. What does that mean exactly? Well, that's the nature of the journey I'm on. You are more than welcome to join me in the ride.

This journey is not for the weak at heart. If you can't handle the truth, if you can't handle that mention of God, if you can't handle the name of Jesus Christ, then you might rather follow another blog. Again, I am what I am and I know what I know. I cannot and will not apologize for it.

You are welcome here any time. Remember, you may hear some things that make you think, feel, doubt, or wonder, things that may take you beyond your comfort zone, things that may challenge the way you think or what you believe, things that may even make you feel offended, judged or attacked. It is a safe place. I promise. But still, Enter at Your Own Risk : )

New Venture

2008-06-19T21:03:00.001-05:00

I started a new venture this week. In this new venture, I am required to journal. Unfortunately, I'm too exhausted to write about it right now. But... please stay tuned.

a thousand words

2008-05-21T19:00:00.002-05:00

Here we go again.

2008-05-16T17:56:00.002-05:00

Welcome to my new blog. I tried the whole myspace thing, primarily to monitor my daugher's social life. Then I moved to facebook for whatever reason. I now realize that what I really want is to put my thoughts and emotions, however rational or irrational they may be, in a place to be read, scrutinized and commented on by other people, however rational or irrational they may be. I'm an open book! Feel free to open the front cover. Unfortunately this is one book that you can't skip to the end when it gets boring. The ending isn't written yet!