Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it

Six months later after being married to a certain Mr. Lund: I don't apologize as much.   I speak less.  I am not afraid to share my thoughts.   I laugh more. (Is this possible?!) I eat healthier. I exercise more. I worship more. I pray for others. I think about the needs of others. I am unashamedly myself. I have a holy fear of the Word of God. I complain less. (Hallelujah!) I value more and cherish the gifts God is cultivating in me. Alas, I probably drink more beer. Even if I were to just have these past six months with My Love (please, Lord let there be six million more!) I can see what an impact this man of God has had on my life and walk with Jesus.  I'm not becoming more like Steven, rather I know I am being transformed from glory to glory. "It may be conceded to the mathematicians that four is twice two. But two is not twice one; two is two thousand times one."--GK Chesterton, The Man W

When I said "yes" to marrying Steven, I knew what I was getting into--sort of. In fact, I had to decide upon a life with probabilities of living overseas about the time I realized our relationship could be more than friends.  I want noble adventure--the kind that God provides for His children.  G.K. Chersterton though it was an awesome paradox which the life of a Christian can achieve.  We have " the collision of two passions apparently opposite".  There's the ability to be courageous and yet safe at the same time, and the ability to lose your life and find it in the same breath! All I know is that when Steven told me "Jesus is worth it" last year, it resonated with something in me.  I do want to believe that when Jesus commanded to go to all nations, He actually meant it.  So, I have to believe that is for today and now.     Until then, life in America has been so awesome.  This Summer has been so full and new--more friends getting married, new h

Today, we are remembering Grandma Amy.  And it has not gone without sobering thoughts of eternity. I know right now that she is with the Father and the place which the Son prepared for her. What brings peace about my grandmother's life is that we are promised a kingdom and an eternity.  Her life did not truly end a week ago. And this is the only hope we have--if it were not so, you ought to pity my life, hers, and anyone else spending their lives for the sake of His Name. "If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied."--1 Corinthians 15:19 I can remember Grandma Amy singing earnestly over and over, "you can have all this world, but give me Jesus".  I now know that her prayer has been answered and she has Him. And that is all she or I need, hope, and long for. "I love you, Grandma."

I've stopped writing in here as often (and I don't believe the picture blogs count).  As much as I wish I could put into words what God is doing in my heart--it's hard.  I don't write as much not because He isn't changing things up--on the contrary--but because God is doing so much I've nearly "shut down" almost to preserve energy. I feel like I've lost all my spunk and piffy comments about Christian culture and then deep revelations about God that I can share.  He is simply there. "Jesus, I need you.  That's all."  Which is what I write in my journals most days. I leave you with this for now: "My comfort in my suffering is this:  your promise preserves my life."--Psalm 119:50 

March 15th, 2014 I wish I could say a little more than what comes to mind about my wedding day.  Mainly, I remember the ceremony--how it felt to walk down the aisle towards Steven, standing next to him, and seeing so- so many friends and family. Though, I am guilty of getting caught up in wedding details like groomsmen shirt colors and looking perfect.  These pictures are gorgeous thanks to Say Peace Photography , but what sticks out to me now after the wedding is the marriage that we have ahead of us.  And that is really something to get excited about! Gift from Steven:  "Growing in the Prophetic" (wrapped ten times over!) He is always encouraging me in the Lord and challenging me to grow *swoon*. Gift from myself to him:  letters written for my husband starting at about age 20. Flower girls: my niece, Caroline and Steven's niece, Echo I thought it was funny I had two pregnant bridesmaids (though Jen i