Truth

It's a Thursday at noon. For the past 3 weeks and for the next 9, you'll know that at this hour, I am a new, free woman.

I'm still doing the Breaking Free study by Beth Moore, and it is just that: freeing. 

That Beth Moore; she's somethin'. The God we serve, well, that's even more incredible. I can't tell you how many questions I had going into this study. I've been haunted by truth; what is means, what it is. Today, ironically, Beth spoke on Truth. My heart is still wrestling, but I am awestruck by answers that I got this morning. 

I know when someone talks about an experience, whether it be a concert or bible study, other people can't really relate. I always think, good for you; I bet that was nice. But I have really no idea what they're talking about. I did not experience that with them. You won't understand unless you experience it yourself. 

So my talk about being "awestruck" and "finding answers to my pursuit of truth" may fall on deaf ears, but my intention is to bring praise, honor, and glory to Him. He is who He says He is. 

That's awesome. 

On a much lighter note, the Tigers won this weekend. Equally as important to The Truth? Almost. 

I kid. 

We enjoyed chips and dip, wine, and for Andrew, a pipe. 

It's the little things, isn't it? 

Amongst my heavy thoughts, chips, dip, football and wine help lighten the mood. 

I think our lives are a mix of silly foolishness and a heart that is in pursuit of God. We're in our late 20s, trying to figure this all out, but keeping our immaturity on hand and in-check. We like our youthful foolishness, but we understand the brevity of our growth and walk with Christ. Trust me, though, I think I'm real funny. There's nothing that I love more than making my husband laugh. Even if it's at the expense of my dignity. 

Andrew has been reading Acts out loud before we go to bed. I listen to the first few verses, then I drift in and out of sleep with words of John...Peter...Christ...Stephen... I can't help it; Andrew's voice is so soothing. It's one of my most favorite things about him.

I made it a point to stay up for Chapter 7 even though I didn't want to hear about Stephen getting stoned.

Then Andrew prayed; I was sleeping through most of it, but I heard something about barn doors. I woke up. Andrew prayed to the Lord and asked that God would open up doors, even like barn doors, for a blessing. 

This is a personal prayer, and I choose not to share everything about my life on this blog. But his words were so sweet to me, and I hope that they will be a blessing to you. I thought of the visual of God opening up these {barn} doors to show us a blessing. 

I've been told that His blessing is far more beautiful than the pictures I found on pinterest. Imagine that!