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Cardboard and Wayne's World

Growing up, my baby brother and I had a habit of speaking to each other only in quotes from funny movies.  I'm could not hazard a guess as to how many times we watched certain timeless classics-movies that made an impact on the world-Ace Ventura (1 and 2), Dumb and Dumber, Wayne's World...you get the picture.  And so, as I begin this blog, I think it only fitting to say, "Stop torturing yourself, man...live in the noow!"  What does this blog have to do with trying to talk Wayne Campell out of buying a Stratocaster?  Nothing.  I just happen to be a girl who has never been able to live in the now. 
I am learning to release the chains of the past and the shackles of the what ifs of the future.  I am learning to rest in the One who holds tomorrow.  This year has been a time of extreme growth for me.  The leap into children's ministry has taught me precious and innumerable lessons about the heart of the Father.  He continues to show me He is infinitely capable.  He is enough.  Today I read some things I'd written a few years back.  One of the posts was about my struggles and how much I wanted those to be used for good.  Here it is: Acronyms 2009
I wanted God to give me opportunities to help others with these problems and knock the stigma off of them (the problems, not the people).  That is still my prayer, but I think it is neat that two years later, I draped cardboard around my neck for this very purpose, after accepting His call just as I was.  Who would have thought?







I'm hoping God will use my past, insecurities, and, yes, acronyms for such a time as this:the noow!

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jmcclure said…
Beautifully said, my daughter.

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