Tonight I had the privilege of attending Christ Church Choir's Christmas concert (say that real fast, 9 times) with my friend Dani and her mom. From the first strains of the orchestra's opening notes, I was overwhelmed with simply knowing that this celebration was because a little baby was born...
Although there were phenomenal moments throughout the night, there was one song that absolutely rocked my world. This might seem strange to you, but I have been a huge fan of "The Little Drummer Boy" for quite some time because of one little line, "Then, He smiled at me." Love it. But tonight, I really heard what happens right before that line: "I played my best for Him." Now I don't know about you, but my eyes are filling up with tears once again. I am guilty of harboring my dreams and ambitions because I'm scared of not being the best at those lofty things I desire to be. I'm a perfectionist from way back. I've even held back my "best" from the One who gave me those dreams. I've tried to ignore them and I've tried to silence them by replaying the words of those who've told me that I just don't have what it takes to see these dreams fulfilled. But what if I just "'play' my best for Him?" I hope, with all that is within me, I hope He smiles at me. That's fulfillment enough for me.
LH
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Chapter Four: "What Happens When You Have the Same Color Thumb as Your Mother's"
My thumb, dear friends, is not green. It is a nice shade of, well flesh, to be perfectly honest, but metaphorically speaking, it would be black. So, I bought this lovely pot of festive flowers for our front porch. And just like my mother (as she reminded me AS SOON AS SHE ARRIVED last weekend), I cannot remember to keep up the flowers. We both have ADD tendencies and well, ummmmm something sparkly always seems to catch my eye right before it occurs to me to water the flowers. I literally have driven up to our house and thought, "Hmmm... those flowers are dying." And the thought didn't really settle in my head well enough to come up with a second thought of, "Hmmm... I bet I need to water them."
So, anyway... we now have a new GORGEOUS pot of flowers on our porch, perched right in front of a pumpkin. These flowers always catch my eye, but the thought of them dying doesn't occur to me. What does occur to me?? "Thank you Lord, for Hobby Lobby, where the flowers are just as vibrant as You intended for them to be."
Okay, there's more. The day I brought these new flowers home, I needed to cut them away from their wire-laden bunch. I don't have wire cutters. I used a regular pair of scissors because I firmly believed that you don't have to have a "special" kind of somethings to cut fake flowers. I broke the scissors (I replaced them with the EXACT same kind so I wouldn't have to tell my husband. So much for that...). Well, what's a girl to do?? Go in the garage to see if her husband has anything interesting to cut the beautiful fake flowers. I found hedge trimmers. That's all. Yes, I used them.
There I was, in front of our sweet house that looks like very sane people must dwell within. Acting like it was the most normal thing in the world, I stood there with these enormous hedge trimmers that are 1/2 as tall as I am, clipping away at a little bunch of fake flowers from Hobby Lobby. I seriously would not be surprised if it shows up on YouTube. But, for all who drive by and see this scene (minus the hedge trimmers and me), you will see the prettiest little flowers and happy little pumpkin gracing our front steps. The pumpkin is real. The flowers... not so much.
LH
So, anyway... we now have a new GORGEOUS pot of flowers on our porch, perched right in front of a pumpkin. These flowers always catch my eye, but the thought of them dying doesn't occur to me. What does occur to me?? "Thank you Lord, for Hobby Lobby, where the flowers are just as vibrant as You intended for them to be."
Okay, there's more. The day I brought these new flowers home, I needed to cut them away from their wire-laden bunch. I don't have wire cutters. I used a regular pair of scissors because I firmly believed that you don't have to have a "special" kind of somethings to cut fake flowers. I broke the scissors (I replaced them with the EXACT same kind so I wouldn't have to tell my husband. So much for that...). Well, what's a girl to do?? Go in the garage to see if her husband has anything interesting to cut the beautiful fake flowers. I found hedge trimmers. That's all. Yes, I used them.
There I was, in front of our sweet house that looks like very sane people must dwell within. Acting like it was the most normal thing in the world, I stood there with these enormous hedge trimmers that are 1/2 as tall as I am, clipping away at a little bunch of fake flowers from Hobby Lobby. I seriously would not be surprised if it shows up on YouTube. But, for all who drive by and see this scene (minus the hedge trimmers and me), you will see the prettiest little flowers and happy little pumpkin gracing our front steps. The pumpkin is real. The flowers... not so much.
LH
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Chapter Three: "What Happens When You Are at Home on Saturday..."
... You feel quite the urgency to write. In your pajamas. :) And as you're sitting here contemplating all the mysteries of life, you realize an overwhelming sense of thankfulness on this fall day. With Thanksgiving approaching, we are anxiously awaiting the "warm and fuzzy" feeling of being close to the ones we love, sharing special moments, and making memories that will carry us beyond the ones we'll get to make again next year. But what about this day? Today can be as much about Thanksgiving as we'll allow it to be.
All of my life, I've been fascinated with song lyrics, remembering lines that can fit just about any situation. Today, the lyric I'm reminded of is one from a NewSong live worship album a few years ago: "Before the day slips away, I want to stop and say, "I love You, I love You." I often find myself so busy that I forget to stop and just be thankful... shame on me. Because when I do, when I recognize the presence of the ever-loving, ever-merciful, ever-faithful Father, my day is a lot more like Thanksgiving: although busy with preparation, scurrying around, trying to make the day just right... it has that peace that comes with knowing that every good thing we acknowledge, or forget to, comes from the One who longs to hear our thankful hearts.
LH
All of my life, I've been fascinated with song lyrics, remembering lines that can fit just about any situation. Today, the lyric I'm reminded of is one from a NewSong live worship album a few years ago: "Before the day slips away, I want to stop and say, "I love You, I love You." I often find myself so busy that I forget to stop and just be thankful... shame on me. Because when I do, when I recognize the presence of the ever-loving, ever-merciful, ever-faithful Father, my day is a lot more like Thanksgiving: although busy with preparation, scurrying around, trying to make the day just right... it has that peace that comes with knowing that every good thing we acknowledge, or forget to, comes from the One who longs to hear our thankful hearts.
LH
Monday, October 4, 2010
Chapter Two: "What You Do When You Want to Explain Your Blog Title..."
Ummm... a good start would be to create a new post.
I've had many conversations lately with my husband and parents about a new journey that I've found myself on (PREPOSITION, I know, but I'm a Tennessee girl and can't say, "on which I've found myself," with a straight face). Seriously, though... they asked me days into the journey what I was thinking about it all, and I replied, "I'm just trying to 'be still and know.'"
"Be STILL (you, Lindsay Habedank? Seriously?) and know what?" you may ask. It is to wait, listen, and just know that He is God... and He is very, very good. I'm 24, but as you read my blog, you'll find out... I've learned a LOT about that goodness in my young life. I don't claim to know it all, but what a great place to start: to just trust Him.
By the way... posting twice in one night will be very rare. :D
LH
I've had many conversations lately with my husband and parents about a new journey that I've found myself on (PREPOSITION, I know, but I'm a Tennessee girl and can't say, "on which I've found myself," with a straight face). Seriously, though... they asked me days into the journey what I was thinking about it all, and I replied, "I'm just trying to 'be still and know.'"
"Be STILL (you, Lindsay Habedank? Seriously?) and know what?" you may ask. It is to wait, listen, and just know that He is God... and He is very, very good. I'm 24, but as you read my blog, you'll find out... I've learned a LOT about that goodness in my young life. I don't claim to know it all, but what a great place to start: to just trust Him.
By the way... posting twice in one night will be very rare. :D
LH
Chapter One: "What You Do When You Have Something to Say..."
Well, you sign up for a blog. For the second time in your life. I'm not really sure where this is going, but we shall see. What can you expect? Hmmm... I am a thinker, so be very afraid. :) I'll probably let you know what I think on just about everything from the latest laundry detergent to why I think the Lord leads us to things that look a little less like where we thought we were headed.
It's gonna be a fun ride. Oh, and I "made" myself use the word "gonna" as I cringed at the thought of replacing my preferred "going to." See... I warned you. :)
LH
It's gonna be a fun ride. Oh, and I "made" myself use the word "gonna" as I cringed at the thought of replacing my preferred "going to." See... I warned you. :)
LH
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