I can feel you all around me, thickening the air I'm breathing, holding on to what I'm feeling, savoring this heart that's healing...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

needs to be tasted and seen.

It's 2:30 am here on a cold, dark Columbus morning. I can't seem to fall asleep tonight. Frustrated and weary on so many levels. Lyrics of a song from my favorite album keep running through and tripping over my mind...


My heart is broken, my spirit crushed
There is aching in these arms
to feel Your touch

Be near to me, be near to me
I will taste and see
that You are good, so good
Rescue me quickly, Lord hear my cry
I am reaching out my hands
my soul is dry...


Tears are running down my face as I write this. I'm not a cry-er so it's a little unnerving. But maybe that's a good thing. I guess when you're desperate enough emotions manifest.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

so the adventure (minus AC) begins.


Yesterday evening a whole pack of friends came over to my apartment at Sterling Place to move me to my new place over in Clintonville near campus. My new roommates, Laura and Elisa, are awesome! However, all my stuff is piled up in the dining room/living room waiting to be taken upstairs because Lyndsie (the girl whose place I'm taking) isn't moving out until September 2nd. So right now, my mattress has been thrown on the floor and I'm becoming acquinted with the hardwood and black mold we have growing on one wall (thanks to the boys next door). I'll be happy once I can get my stuff upstairs and get situated (and once the mold is gone on Saturday).
I just hate living out of boxes (4th times a charm!) and feeling like I'm in the way...literally.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

summer love.

It's funny how just a few short months can change you as a person, whether for the better or for the worse. I looked at my blog this evening and noticed that I haven't written anything since April....and then I seriously wondered if I have been mentally constipated or if I had been simply busy. Both are correct, but neither are completely true.

Since April, God has changed me as a person, and although it's been painful as of late, seeing His hand visibly move in my life is a comfort. The last time I saw His involvement in my life so drastically was last June when I first moved to Columbus. Everything lined up so perfectly, one thing after another, in just a few short months, that it was easy to see that it was His undeniable will for me to move here. This summer, although it hasn't been something as huge as moving to another state, He's changed the way I view my life as a single girl living on my own in a big city.

Let me start by saying how hard it is to be 21 and watch as friend after friend (28 to be exact) gets engaged or married. Let me also add that it's doubly hard to see that when you've never been kissed....or even on a date for that matter. You try not to compare yourself to everyone else or let it bother you, but nevertheless, you do anyways and end up wondering if there's something wrong with you. Your parents tell you "you're special!" and you hear things like "you're definitely a catch!" but it seems that nothing ever happens to prove it. I'm not saying this to throw a pity party, but I've talked to many girls, and it seems that this is a pretty common thing to deal with. I mean, it happened to me....heck it still happens to me....and I know I'm not the only one.

In May, it got too much to handle and I decided that I was going to assert my independence by setting up an online profile on a Christian dating site just for kicks and giggles. I wasn't looking for anything serious....for real....but if I'm really raw and brutally honest with myself, in truth I guess I was looking for someone to raise my self-esteem a few notches. I'm not going to pretend that there wasn't a part of me that extremely flattered whenever I was told "You're cute!" or "I really like what you wrote on your profile..." because there was. It made me feel valuable, in a shallow sort of way.

Looking back on it now when I really realize why I did what I did, it makes me sad. Growing up, I had a poster in my bedroom that said, "I'm not loved because I'm valuable, I'm valuable because I'm loved," and I lost sight of that fact. I lost sight of the fact that it's God's love that makes me valuable, not what I do, what I look like, how much money I make, whether or not I have a boyfriend...it's simply His love. It's in Him that I'm valuable and worth anything at all...without Him I'm nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada.

But what I didn't count on was finding a boy that blew me out of the water. This kid was so unlike anything that I would have expected. He was funny. He was sweet. He was thoughtful. And he was exactly like me! We hit it off right away, and began dating, but from a distance. He lives in Indy, I live in Columbus. Distance relationships that begin online are anything but easy, but we were determined to make it work. And it did...for awhile.

Don't get me wrong, he was an awesome guy. And when I say awesome, I mean it. He went above and beyond and there was seemingly no reason for me to break up with him. At least there wasn't on the surface. We made a few critical errors in our relationship that went ignored for awhile, but when we finally admitted they were there, it was too late to try and fix them mid-mess. I am going to mention a few simply for the hope of saving someone a heck of a lot of heartache...all of these things that I am about to mention I was previously warned about but ignored them and had to learn the the hard way. So please please PLEASE don't ignore these...trust me on this.

1. Set boundaries.
Once you set boundaries, stick to them. No matter how fun it is at the moment, the devastatingly powerful guilt trip afterwards is so not worth it. It ruins any "fun" you think you might have had. Save it for later, and I'm not just talking about sex. I'm talking about all of it. Make-out sessions can lead to other things if you're not careful. Thankfully, in my case, that didn't happen, but it definitely could have. Don't think you know when to stop. You can't take into account an ever-changing variable (passionate moments) so why give yourself the chance?

2. Keep God involved.
Don't just say He's "involved." You have to literally keep Him in the relationship. Pray together. Talk about what God's doing in your lives together. Debate spiritual issues (it helps you get to know each other!). Your relationship with God is a personal one yes, but grow together. It will only make you stronger. If not, you'll fall apart.

3. Don't neglect your other relationships.
Don't get so wrapped up in each other that you forget about your other friends! Not only will you end up with weaker (if not less!) friendships, it helps you balance. And getting multiple phone calls asking, "where the CRAP are you?!" are no fun either.

4. Keep your family involved.
This is an easy one: generally speaking, your parents know what they're talking about. Keep them in the loop. Don't think you know it all and go it alone...not speaking to your mom for 2.5 months because you're in an argument over "whether or not this relationship is in God's will for your life" is no good. And I speak from experience. Of course, in the end it's your life and no one can make decisions for you, but its definitely easier if your parents agree with big, sometimes life-altering, decisions in your life (and that's in regards to everything too, not just relationships.)

5. Be friends before boyfriend/girlfriend.
I never realized how important this is before now. If you meet, click, and immediately jump into relationship, you have no foundation of friendship to build on. And if you have no foundation, it makes for a very shaky relationship indeed. Just once deny yourself immediate gratification and take the time to get to know each other first. You'll kill two birds with one stone: you'll be developing self-control and you'll be developing a platform for a stronger and longer-lasting relationship at the same time. Doesn't sound like a bad thing either way.

6. If you have personal vows/promises/beliefs, stick to your guns.
Before getting into this relationship, I had made a vow to myself to not kiss any guy before I got married. I wanted my first kiss to be at the altar. Nobody pressured me into this, in fact, many people thought that I was crazy for making such a statement, but it was a personal thing. When I first got into this relationship, I told him my promise and he agreed to stick to it. But that lasted for about 2 weeks and then it happened. He apologized later for "stealing it" (his words) in a way, but it was also my fault. I could have stopped it, but I didn't. It was my fault too, and now its something that I regret. I'll never get it back. If you have personal vows, stick to your guns and don't give in. You'll thank yourself later.

7. Don't say the L-word until you absolutely mean it!
Once it starts, it doesn't stop. Don't say it until you absolutely mean it, and, although this sounds funny, PRAY ABOUT IT! It takes how you interact with each other to a whole new level.

8. Don't discuss marriage/family until you're ready to make that commitment.
People told me this before, but I didn't listen. Don't talk about it, even in jest. It's frightening later on when you think about it, and can be very overwhelming. You're not committing your lives to each other yet, so don't act like it.

(There are many more things I could say, but I'm going to stop there for now.)

Through this relationship, God has definitely changed the way I view my current life as a single girl. When you're in a relationship, everything changes. It takes more time, more effort, more money, more commitment, more everything. And even though you still have freedom, it's a very different kind. I've learned to value being single. I've learned to value my freedom. There's so much God can do with you when you're single and not tied down to a relationship, marriage, or family. That's not to say that he can't work with you when you are those things, but its in a different way. There are pros and cons to being single, but before now, I saw only cons. Now my eyes are opened to the pros, and my outlook has changed. Even though every day as I move forward from this summer love it's painful, I move forward in His grace and in the hope that the Lord will continue moving me and changing me into the person that I am to become.

I am continually thankful that he chooses the broken vessel with the most flaws to showcase His glory.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

D: It is written.

I have watched the movie Slumdog Millionaire twice now, and each time I have seen it, I have walked away wiping tears from my cheeks. It is a fantastic movie, and if you haven't seen it yet, I beg you to. The basic storyline of the movie is that there is a young man named Jamal Malik who grew up in the slums of India that has now found himself on the Indian version of the gameshow "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?". He has answered all the questions, save for the final one, correctly thus far and is accused of cheating, so he is physically tortured in the police station to try and get him to confess to cheating. He won't, and therefore, takes the police officer (and you) on a journey through his life to explain just how he got all the answers. It is a heart-rending story of life, death, fear, narrow escape, abuse, love lost, love found, family ties, social justice, and hope. You need to watch this movie.

I recently bought a CD at the bookstore at church from CompassionArt (a great ministry, check it out here) and one of the quotes on the inside says "It's impossible to call ourselves worshippers and not be moved in the area of justice." I agree wholeheartedly. I think so often that we lose ourselves behind mirrored walls, or enclosed in a "comfort-bubble." It becomes all about us...our lives, our schedules, what's going on here in America. We forget that there's a whole other world out there thats suffering...but all we can think about is what we're going to eat next and when.

There's a scene in Slumdog that shows Jamal and his brother fleeing from Hindu radicals as they brutally knock their mother senseless and go on a killing spree all because they're Muslims. The camera moves to a shot of Jamal and Salim begging the policemen to do something (as you see buildings burning in the background) but the policemen tell the kids to "get lost, they're playing a game." As I sat there in the theatre watching this story unfold, all I could do is shake my head as the tears rolled down my cheeks and whisper, "this is so wrong."

This is so wrong. Why are we, as westerners, (and Christians of all things!) so consumed with ourselves? Even though this movie is fictional, the events and subplots are real. This kind of stuff goes on everyday, and we don't stop to look at it. We'd rather pretend it doesn't exist and go on with our day. Why is that? Why don't we do something? Aren't we obligated to? Aren't we our brother's keeper?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

just a girl and her hummus

Today I was officially declared a "hummus addict" by this crazy Egyptian man named Nabil who works at the restaurant with me. He's great, I love him to pieces, and he makes awesome falafel. Yum. I then proceeded to go home after work today and make another batch of my homemade hummus so that I can take it with me to class tonight (and laugh as the other students stare at my bowl of garlicky goodness in jealousy. Haha.) There has been a couple people who have asked me for my recipe, and it's kind of hard to describe because its more of a "play as you go" kind of thing, but I will try and share the secret of my "white girl hummus" with ya'll. (I call it that because I can't make it nearly as good as Nabil or any real native can). Oh well, here goes!

Bethany's "white-girl" Hummus
2 16 oz. cans of garbanzo beans (aka chickpeas), drained and rinsed
2 tsp. minced garlic
2 Tbsp. lemon juice
1/2 tsp. salt
5 Tbsp. extra-virgin olive oil

Blend all ingredients together in a food processor or blender. Add additional olive oil to reach your desired consistency. Make sure you taste it before you call it "done" and add extra garlic, salt, etc. if you need to. Top with a little parsley flake, a little cumin, a little black pepper, cover and refrigerate for an hour or so. Serve with warm flatbread or pita.

Voila!
This tastes so much better than store-bought, and is so good for you too! Low fat, packed with fiber, and won't leave you feeling weighed down. I hate that feeling when something you eat "hits your stomach like a brick." This won't do that to you. That's part of the reason why I love it so much. Enjoy!

ps. feel free to experiment with this recipe too. I've heard good things about adding chili pepper, tahini paste, or cumin to the blend. I've also heard some people add peanut butter, but that's too adventurous for me.

Friday, March 20, 2009

laughter, bees, and googly eyes.


Little kids make me laugh so hard sometimes.

And every once in awhile, we all need a good belly laugh.

You know the kind...the kind that starts rumbling down deep in your gut, moving upwards towards your heart, and finally hitting your lungs before bursting forth in a fit of pure shaking joy? (sometimes accompanied by tears and the fear of you hacking up a lung...)

Yeah, that kind.

This photo made me laugh so hard. It's Nathaniel, my mom's friend Julie's son.

Enjoy.

"'That buzzing noise means something. If there's a buzzing noise, somebody's making a buzzing noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing noise that I know of is because you're a bee...and the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey...and the only reason for making honey that I know of is so as I can eat it.' And so he began to climb the tree." -Winnie the Pooh

Sunday, March 15, 2009

sunny days make me happy.

Sunny days make me happy.

Driving home on the freeway, windows down and music blasting Grits' "Tennesee Boys"...

"65 south ridin' dirty window down open mouth
spirit stirred off the sermon I just heard that's my word
dipped and doused
awakened quickly mold me shape me but first strip,
hold me take me to extremes in my reside
though it seems I'm so beside
myself in this state I'm place in open the box my fate encased in break the seal and let me out
in Tennessee thats what I'm talkin' bout..."

Did I mention that sunny days make me happy?

Once I got home, I walked past a group of little Hispanic kids playing tag in the courtyard of my apartment building, and it was the cutest thing ever. Brought back so many good childhood memories. The tree was obviously base, and in between broken Spanish phrases I heard, "No babysitting! No babysitting!" I laughed as I walked upstairs, and now I'm wondering since when did "puppy-guarding" become "babysitting" ?

Sometimes I miss being 10 years old.

Now where's my Frisbee? I gotta go play!


Wednesday, March 11, 2009

things i miss about home

- the sound of my mom’s wind chimes after a storm
- the sound of my dad shaking the newspaper out to read it every evening
- tickle fights with my brother
- jumping on my sister’s bed at 10 in the morning when she refused to wake up
- the scent of my mom’s lilacs in the spring
- the feeling of running barefoot in the backyard grass
- sneaking out my bedroom window and sitting on the roof to watch summer sunsets
- being able to get anywhere you needed to go in town within 10 or 15 minutes
- finding notes stuffed in my car door from Rachael after getting out of a super boring class at Kish
- Ollie’s. Enough said.
- this one particular couple who came to pickup the leftover bread every other Friday night at Panera…I used to give them free coffee and make their daughter my special hot chocolate that wasn’t on the menu…and they would always make me smile.
- hangouts at the girl’s apartment on Lincoln Hwy…best times ever
- getting my little brother in the car and driving through all the huge lake-puddles that formed in our neighborhood after a storm just right and laughing as it splashed against the windows
- cornfields. never thought I’d say it. (I do NOT miss being stuck driving behind tractors though…agh!)
- being able to navigate campus and tell people where things are…OSU is so much bigger than NIU.
- shooting hoops in the driveway
- the happy feeling of being home and there to hang out when someone who moved away comes back for a little while
- summer bike rides to the park with the bro
- laughing for no reason at all with my sister
- hearing tales of “the office” from my dad around the dinner table
- my mom’s homemade dinners. cooking for yourself just isn’t the same.
- rocking in the rocking chairs on the porch watching the clouds move
- the clean smell of rain hitting the dirt
- being able to see stars
- driving around to see all the Christmas lights with my grandma
- playing on worship team at church
- randomly running into old friends at Walmart
- not having to take the freeway to get anywhere
- study nights at Panera with Erin…and drinking 10 cups of coffee just in order to be productive
- hanging out with Christie…and having midnight picnics at the park just to give the policemen something to do in this town
- having a key and the ability to camp out in the prayer room aka “streetside sanctuary” whenever I got the urge to break away for awhile
- being a nerd by watching “antiques roadshow” and “anthony bourdain” with my dad
- taking a midnight trip to Chicago on a school night with the girls “just because we can”
- packing out The Junction for a couple of hours with the Intervarsity peeps on Thursday nights after Synergy
- nights spent stealing auditorium chairs and going mudding in the high school marching band field
- crashing band camp and Tuesday night field practices with Betsy
- riding my bike down Mt. Hunger Road at 5 in the morning just to be able to say I saw the sunrise that morning and it was beautiful
- acting as a taxi cab for my friends while having a dance party and simultaneously screaming “who let the dogs out?” as loud as we possibly can with the windows down at a stoplight
- actually being able to perform Chinese fire drills without the possibility of serious injury or death
- being able to watch cartoons in the morning and eat my cereal on the couch, while laughing at the stupid hilarity of it all and not feeling like an idiot by doing so
- sleeping in a canopy bed on my fluffy full size mattress with poofy pillows. mmm.
- playing catch in the yard with my dad
- having the ability to hang out and have one-on-one conversations with my pastor, a person with whom I actually have a relationship instead of simply just seeing him on stage every Sunday
- being able to actually see and discuss a cubbies game (who are these indians you speak of? and why is it that you don’t show the cubbies at least at a sports bar, sheesh!)

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

of cardboard people and plastic smiles

Have you ever been in a store or a movie theatre where they have those life-size cutouts of people or celebrities that are forever advertising some sort of product? They are always airbrushed perfection; real people hiding behind a perfectly proportionate veil of human likeness.

Hello.

My name is Bethany Hawkins, and I am a cardboard person.

I think all of us, to some extent, are cardboard people. We all have masks...something that we are hiding behind.

For me, it's pretending my life is perfect. I have mastered the art of the plastic smile.

The plastic smile that says, "Everything is alright." The plastic smile that says, "Please tell me your problems so that I can ignore my own." The plastic smile that hides a broken one.

But this weekend, my cardboard person fell over and my plastic smile melted. This weekend, I had to remove my mask and be vulnerable...

...or lose some very precious relationships.

I praise the Lord that He has given my friends the ability to extend grace and mercy despite my withdrawn self. Mercy is something that I will never be able to understand. I have never been able to. It's just something beyond that which I can comprehend. I love to dive deep and tackle difficult logical and philosophical problems, but when it comes to mercy, I have nothing more than a very simple mind.

It's the simpleness of my mind that demands I earn the grace and mercy that is extended towards me. The paradox of grace though, is that it is something that simply cannot be earned. No matter how hard I strive, push myself, labor towards, struggle after, or endeavor to attain this thing called "grace," I frankly cannot. It's in the very nature of grace to be something unearned and undeservedly given.

I continue to pray that the Lord would grant me understanding of this glorious and supernatural concept because without His help, my mind can no more realize it than the mind of a cardboard cutout could.

Monday, March 2, 2009

in like a lion and out like...?

It is said that March "comes in like a lion and out like a lamb."

Man, I sure do hope they're right.

March has definitely made its entrance like a lion, and I've never been more scared in my life. And no, I'm not talking about the weather (although the weather has been crazy as of late).

I feel like I am walking on ice. or banana peels. or an oil slick. or something just as equally slippery.

I am running out of money.

Three years ago when I graduated from high school, I had $13,000 in the bank. Then over the course of two years by paying for college completely out of my pocket, my account went to $8,000. That's how much I moved here to Ohio on. $8,000. Now, 8 months later, I have a little over $3,000 left.

Bills continue to come in, school continues to be needed to be paid for, gas continues to be needed to be bought, and now my brakes on my car have gotten so bad that they absolutely need to be fixed.

I am not sure what to do.

I am not sure how long I can continue to live here on $3,000.

I have searched for another job.

I continue to search for another job.

[my hands have come up empty].

I have begged and pleaded with my boss to give me more hours, but it all has seemed to have fallen on deaf ears [all they've done is cut my hours further].

Yes, I am thankful to even have a job [the unemployment rate in Ohio is 8% and rising]...

but my fear is starting to get the better of me.

I know that God has promised in his word to take care of me, and lately the only passage that has gotten me through the day is Matthew 6:25-34...

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

But gosh darn it, I'm worrying about tomorrow!

Faith is such a hard thing to learn.

The one thing that's really bothering me though is my giving to the church.

A couple months ago, my mom and I had a talk about tithing and she said that I need to be giving, regardless of how I am doing financially. I agreed, and she said that I shouldn't worry about giving 10% right off the bat, but instead start with 5% and work upwards from there as I make more.

So I have been trying to give 5% and last week I gave $20 to the church (5% of two paychecks) but it was so darn scary! I'm really trying to hold my money in an open hand, I mean, it's all God's anyways, right?, but trusting that God will bless me back in return is the hard part.

God, can I get some help down here?
Some help would be really really nice...

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

sacrificial love (an excerpt from beth moore's breaking free)

Psalm 127:3-5 says: “Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.”


John 3:17 tells us God gave His Son for the salvation of people by sending Him into the world: God only had one arrow in His quiver. The most perfect arrow ever to exist. This arrow was a masterpiece, priceless to Him. Cherished far above all the hosts of heaven. Nothing could compare. His only heritage. His only Son. But as God looked on a lost world—desperate and needy and in the clutches of the enemy—His heart was overwhelmed. Though they had sinned miserably against Him and few sought Him, God had created them in love and could not love them less.


Love reached sacrificially into the quiver and pulled forth the solitary arrow. The quiver would now be empty, His cherished arrow in the hands of hateful men. Yes, God so loved the world; but God also loved His only begotten Son with inexpressible, divine affection. The divine dilemma: two loves. And one would demand the sacrifice of the other. Only one weapon could defeat the enemy of the soul—God’s arrow. He positioned the weapon, pulled back the bow, steadied His grip, and aimed straight for the heart.


“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger…” (Luke 2:7)


Oh, how He loves us!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

binder of the broken

This is a song by Clarence Church, a worship leader at my church here in Columbus. It's pretty much amazing; gives me shivers everytime I hear it.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

powdery earth below, white heavens above

Snow always puts me in a contemplative mood.

I think it's because snow is both incredibly frightening but oh, so beautiful.

Snow has both the power to destroy and to cover over, to bring to ruin and to create beauty. It is, I think, one of God's most ironic creations.

It has been snowing since late last night; the flakes floating fat past my windows in a fluttery, almost divine sort of dance. It has steadily gotten heavier over the day, accumulating to about 4 inches or so beneath my windowsill.

Inside my warm apartment, I was curled up in a candy-cane striped blanket, so completely captivated by the snowfall, but I had to walk outside for a moment. It's funny how quiet and still everything gets when it's snowing.

It's almost like the whole world is pausing to take a breath; silence unbroken except for that of a few children running and crunching the snow beneath their boots...shrieking now and again in the new found joy of their arctic afternoon.

Powdery earth, white heavens, the flakes fall down from open skies, released by an unseen Hand.

Amongst the silvery trees outside my back balcony, 8 cardinals fluttered and flapped, a glorious riot of color on this white afternoon.

It's in the quiet, in the stillness, in the silence that the whispers of God can be heard. He's not found in the earthquake. He's not found in the fire. He's not found in the rushing winds. He's found in the silence.

But sometimes I wonder if He likes to hang out in the snow.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

breaking.

There was a reason why I was in band in high school and not in choir.

I can’t sing.

Well, I can, but not very well, anyways.

And I’m very aware of that fact.

Actually, I’m so aware of that fact that I try to wiggle out of doing worship at my small group pretty often.

And so far, I’ve been pretty successful.

Except here’s the problem: I’m running out of excuses.

See the problem isn’t that I can’t lead worship, it’s that I have a really hard time doing so…I’m really hard on myself. I’m the type of person that is very performance-driven, and prides themselves on doing well. It doesn’t help any that I have a performance background; even when I was growing up and in band, after concerts when my parents would congratulate me on a job well done, I couldn’t think of anything except the notes I missed, the out-of-tune parts in the song, the 4-count phrases I broke…

Now that I’m leading worship, I have to constantly remind myself that I’m not supposed to be striving for a job well done, I’m supposed to be helping others connect with God.

Wow, that’s definitely a pride issue.

I’m getting caught up in making myself feel good and not serving others….agh!

I’m so….so….well…

So human.

I have no qualms about playing an instrument. I can do that. I love doing that. It’s just the singing part that kills me.

Like last night for instance.

Last night I led worship for the first time in a couple months, and all things considered, it went pretty well, bearing in mind I’m trying to get over a cold, and my voice was shot to pieces.

Except for the fact that last night I laid awake in my bed beating myself up about it, replaying the entire situation in my mind… “You should have done this, you should have done that…why do you even try, Bethany? It’s so not even worth it…”

And then of course that leads to me comparing myself with other people.

My friend Travis last night said, “Some people who are terrible musicians turn out to be the most amazing worship leaders.”

Or something like that.

I just continue to pray that God would break me of this terrible characteristic…that he would show me that I can only go so far…

And it’s then that he will show up, take the reins, and bring the people in.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

falling.

Has the Lord ever seemed so close that you could almost hear His heartbeat? Or has the Lord ever seemed so far that it feels like you’re reaching to the sky, but grasping nothing? I feel stuck between the two.

Lately it feels like I’m being given a crash course in faith, and it’s so hard not to feel like I’m gonna fall out of the sky…

I feel like I’m walking on the edge of a knife: stray to far to the right or the left and you’ll be hurt, but walk the edge and you’ll be perfectly safe. The only thing though is that I’m starting to feel the edge of the blade come up through my shoes and it’s really hard not to just want to jump off, throw in the towel, and bow out of the game.

I know I’m not making any sense, but I had to get these feelings off my chest.

What am I doing here? Am I indeed chasing after what the Lord wants for me, or have I been duped into believing a grand lie? So often do I feel like everything is clicking and all the cogs are turning in their proper ways…that God truly has a plan and a design for me here…but today the cogs are not in sync, the rhythm’s off, there’s more than one out-of-tune note in the song…

It’s so hard to trust sometimes.