About Me

Hey there! I'm a twenty-three year old Jesus follower, and this blog is to record all of the goings-on in my life within the next months. I recently broke both of my legs, and feel God leading me to tell my story - a story of redemption and grace, of hope and pain, of excitment and fear. May you be deeply blessed as you read. Shalom!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Full.

Mmmmm...I love clean sheets.  There is definitely a reason that I'm still living at home though.  I still need my mom's help putting them on the bed.  I need help with quite a few things still, and I'm so thankful that my family is still supporting me, 100%.  I know for a fact that I wouldn't be where I am in the healing process if it wasn't for each member.  I know that the next few weeks of living here are going to fly by crazy-fast.

That said, I did get quite the taste of freedom this past weekend; I spent three days away from home!  It felt pretty surreal.  Everyone kept saying, "Oh man, I bet it feels so good to be out of the house."  Well, yeah, but I missed being home at the same time.  I got to see so many people that I haven't seen in quite a while, and it all culminated with a church service in Grayslake, IL (where I became a Christ-follower.)  It was pretty cool - my heart felt so full.

I kept thinking of that word all weekend, "full".  I have been so richly, richly blessed in the past four and half months (can you believe it's been that long?!)  Psalm 23 has been resurfacing in my heart over and over again.  Last week I talked about the first chunk of verses, but I can't stop thinking about the second chunk now (v 5&6):

You prepare a table before me
   in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
   my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
   all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
   forever.

I keep getting this picture of me standing in the middle of a grassy, wind-blown field with the sun streaming down so brightly.  Jesus is there standing in front of me, and with one hand he cups my face.  With the other, he pours sweet-smelling oil over my hair.  It's never ending.  It trickles down over my eye lids & down my bumpy nose, and into my smile.

My heart feels this way.

My cup is overflowing and overflowing, and I can't help but tell the people that talk to me in the health food store, and in restaurants, and in the hot tub at the gym, and in my church, and at my sister's tennis lessons that Jesus is so good to me.  I look back at the last months, and that's what I see: his goodness and love trailing behind me all the way.  All the days.

From the time that I realized I needed Jesus more than anything else to now, I have learned & continue to learn what it means to dwell.  I can't wait to touch my fingers to the walls of his house, and to smell the inside.  I can't wait to feel the floor beneath my feet and to sit on God's sofa drinking who knows what.  Root beer.

Oh man.  My heart skips a beat at the thought of it.  Following Jesus is worth it.  Every step of the way.