I put my hook in the water a week ago, and I’ve had about twenty bites already. I was sorta hoping to just sit with my line in the water for a month, read a bunch of books, walk the dog, pull the weeds, paint something? Just about every bite is from California or Florida. Apparently God wants me to have a tan.
If you’ve got the hookup, tell IJM to stop sending me rejection letters!
…until everything changes.
I’m excited to wake up on Friday and discover who I am when I’m not paid to be a Christian.
I’m excited to see how God takes this muddy mess of a situation and breaths life into it. I’m excited to be a part of that restoration.
I’m excited to be a stay-at-home husband… for at least a month.
I’m excited to walk into the unknown, and to be completely dependent on God.
I’m excited for my marriage. This has brought so much good stuff. Painful, but good.
I’m excited to not carry this burden any more.
I’m excited about the change that I think this whole situation is going to bring for the church that I’ve loved for so long.
I’m excited to go to bed…
I’ve never felt more loved, valued and affirmed than I do right now.
If you aren’t up to speed on why that might be, I announced today that Cornerstone has asked me to step down from my position in the high school ministry. That’s a nice buttery way of saying that I was fired. When the parents heard the reasons why, it got very interesting in there.
I know I’ll want to write about this in detail soon, but for now, I just need to say thank you to the parents, students, and friends in that room today. Today made everything I’ve ever done worthwhile.
Sometimes I wonder why I ever make plans at all.
I think that God delights in hijacking our plans. I wonder if he gathers the angels together when one of us comes up with a really clever plan of our own. I can picture it now…
“Hey angels, come over here and check this out. Ryan’s got an idea over here. He’s been working so hard at bringing it to life. It’s so cute when he makes plans. Somebody take a picture, we’ll put this one on the fridge next to the other ones.”
Sometimes I forget that I’m not the savior. Sometimes I forget that God is so much more concerned with the man I am becoming than with anything else. Sometimes he needs to remind me that there’s nothing predictable or mundane about following Jesus. Sometimes I think he really meant it when he said that he’s got tomorrow under control.
Deep breath… and here we go.
If this doesn’t make you laugh, please get counseling. I know some people.
This is my song, Oh God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
This is my home, the country where my heart is;
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my sacred shrine.
But other hearts in other lands are beating,
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.
My country’s skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine.
But other lands have sunlight too and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
Oh hear my song, oh God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.
I’ve been waiting like a year for this puppy to come out:
The Poverty and Justice Bible highlights the 2,000+ verses in the Bible revealing God’s heart for the poor and oppressed.