Mmmm... life. Very enjoyable... very unstable from my view, but so incredibly designed by God's point of view. Nothing ever happens the way I expect it to. And I'm learning immense freedom in it. I worry alot less, and have discovered that when I stop worrying, and just enjoy, and be thankful for it, and turn to God and talk with Him about it, the randomness becomes an adventure and not a burden. And I have tons more patience.
I am learning to laugh at my preconceived notions of how life works and how daily activities should look. I laugh and shake my head at the sterility (not a word, but the picture is there in my head... dry, barren, light-gone-from-the-eyes... this is an extreme picture of what it's actually like) of such a life caught up in dos and don'ts and shoulds and should nots. My Uncle stated it well tonight... he said that when my Dad played hockey in Bible school, he said that the most uptight, dirty playing teams were the most conservative... because it takes SO much energy to uphold the theology of such conservativism (by that I mean very rules-based), and in a pressured environment, that pent-up energy (like a coiled spring) just releases in unedifying ways.

I must admit that most of this comes from being around Peter. He challenges me to the core, mostly because he acts nearly opposite to what the world expects of him. He is a free spirit, and no one can stop him from being that. And he has freedom in it... the freedom that God gives for us to live in.
I was scared to give up the reputation I have held for so long... and enjoyed... because I believe that, for a time, it was pleasing to God. They were acts of worship as it felt right in my heart to do... until it becomes something about the reputation, the image, making decisions and acting based on who people think I am instead of who God thinks I am. For instance, there is a running joke with my sister and bro-in-laws friends about me at parties. I've never been a drinker. Honestly, because it scared me to death, never mind that I didn't particularly like the taste of alcohol. So, about this time last year, I had a cold glass of milk while everyone else had their beers around the bonfire. And that reinforced the reputation of a pure, innocent little sister. And I still think that I was very much so in many ways, and that, for a time, it was pleasing to God.
This year, I told my sister about the hot air balloon ride I had just won at a silent auction... the rides with the champagne toast right after. She said "you don't have to drink the champagne you know." And yes, the joke of the milk came up. I had chai tea this time, which really looks like watered-down milk. Maybe I won't drink the champagne, maybe I will... I dont' know yet...I'll probably at least taste it... (and figure it out when I get there), but when I was bidding on it the whole thought of it was quite fun. And why not?! Is my reason simply to hold up my reputation, or am I doing it with love for God in mind? Does He give me the freedom to do it? Peter reminded me that Jesus was called a drunkard and glutton... not exactly the best reputation for a good "Christian" man. But there's so much freedom in it!
And with that freedom comes the ability to really love God, and show it by loving Him, not by trying to have the most together life for everyone to see. It's FAITH that people need to see, through love. Because that's truly the only way people will see God in us.

I have much to learn. I know alot of this in my head, and have yet to have it fully lived out... but I understand more and more what it means to love God with your heart, mind, soul and strength through the freedom (because of grace!) that He provides.
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