The Storehouse of Mercy

I wrote this up a few months ago to share with some friends from church, but it has just been sitting in my notepad since then and I thought maybe it could be an encouragement to others as well. So here it goes on the blog.

I am going to link to a song at the end that connects very well to this topic (and is where I got the title), so give it a listen at the end. It has ministered to me greatly.

Here are my thoughts:

Bees: Further Adventures on the Bus

Here we are again. The bus and I truly have a complicated relationship. I will now tell the tale of how I almost died. On the bus. 

I have a great and somewhat unfounded fear of bees. Obviously apart from the general fear of the pain that accompanies being stung, which is completely rational, I also feel like I might be highly allergic without knowing it. Meaning the first time I get stung I will not have an epipen and will therefore, die.

Unfortunate Footwear

 

Crocs. Once upon a time, they took the world by storm, as people realized they were super, SUPER comfortable. Everyone had a pair. And then, just as quickly, everyone realized they were super, SUPER ugly and stopped wearing them.

Everyone that is, except a few. Suddenly the world was divided. There were the die-hards who would defend them to the death, and insist on their right to wear them for literally every occasion, and the rest of the world, which made them and those who wore them the subject of derision and contempt.

Under Grace

I have been speed reading through Romans, trying not to pick apart and write about every little thing, but while I was reading Romans 6 I was so encouraged by this that I decided to write it down in spite of my resolve.

Getting Overexcited and Making Irrational Decisions

Before I get started…. DOES ANYONE ELSE have words that they consistently can’t spell????? Because I have not known how to spell the word “decision” for like, my whole freaking life. And I still can’t! I had to rewrite it about 3 times before I got it right in that title. So annoying. 

Doubting Thomas

Thomas’ story is one of my favorite stories in the Bible. It is found in John chapter 21. I remember being in a Bible study where we looked at that story and they were all talking about “Doubting Thomas” and how the poor guy was probably so embarrassed down the road when the church read the account of how he doubted, and every lesson on it was like this: “Don’t be like Thomas. He had to see to believe. If you want to be blessed, you need to learn from him and be different.”

I Already Wrote This Post

You know when you write a post and then your computer shuts down and all your hard work is lost? And you haven’t had any inspiration in like 6 months so it had extra importance, and you are afraid there will be no way to replicate it??? That happened with this post. But because I can’t stand not writing any longer, I am going to put in the effort to recreate. Just for you guys. But mostly for my self esteem. Okay, here goes.

My New Career Path

For the past few years my aunt and uncle have invited my younger siblings to go skiing with them. You don’t have to have any experience because they will teach you on the bunny hill if you’ve never done it before, and then you can gradually work your way up to bigger hills. That being said, I have always been under the impression that if I went skiing, I would, break my legs. Both of them. Potentially all of my other bones too.

A Tale of Two Friends

Once upon a time I had Spanish class 5 times a week. During that time, my teacher would come up with various activities to make me stretch my Spanish skills and hopefully learn something. 🙂 Class included a lot of laughing, miming, reading Psalms and Proverbs, and communication break downs. 

My Most Pathetic Story

I have decided I need to become a slightly less long winded, long winded person. I mean, I really like words. And I use a lot of them. But I think it probably gets fatiguing to read when there are so. many. of them.

That being said, I will begin today’s tale of woe. Or whatever you want to call it.