Sunday, September 23, 2012

Coffee With Jesus...

What do you do when you can't focus on your final synthesis for finishing your Autism Certificate and would rather be doing anything else?  Write.  Or anyway, that's what I do. 

About four and a half years ago I found myself in a place I really didn't want to find myself.  Alone.  Alone in many different ways.  Even though I had just moved back to my hometown and was now geographically living closer to my family than I had since High School, I still felt out of place.  I had been gone almost 10 years from this town, and had different experiences, was a different person and wasn't sure how to fit in.  I had ended a long relationship, so there was another aspect of loneliness.  Once I started work, I also felt alone as my work environment was very challenging.  All of who I considered my friends were either in the cities or far away.  I HATED it.  I was miserable.  I am such a people person and love spending time with people that it was killing me.  I began to question why God allowed me to move back here and if I had even made the right choice, I was probably even slightly angry with my situation...sad to admit it.  I may have even blamed God a bit for where I found myself...as if I hadn't gotten myself into this situation of loneliness enough on my own.   

Being a follower of Jesus Christ, you would think I wouldn't have felt alone, as Jesus is always by our side, but at this point, I was "running away".  Jesus had healed me from many of the issues I had from my dad's train accident, but there was a whole different set of baggage I was carrying.  Baggage I wasn't ready to let go of.  Fortunately for us, God is very patient with us.  He thus began a season of teaching me about being alone, and teaching me to lean on and rely on Him. 

That first year I was back in Owatonna, I was literally just almost at rock bottom. I was stubborn, rebellious, did not want to submit to authority, wanted to do what I wanted to do and didn't want anyone to tell me otherwise, had a bad attitude and just overall generally was not on the right road.  But again, God always has His plans which are way better than ours.

Memorial day weekend 2009 my friend Sarah invited me to this church called Hosanna!. That was the moment God rocked my world. One of the songs sang during worship was "Revelation Song", and I was a complete water works by the time the song was over and I knew all my fighting was over as well. I had to surrender, and I did. That summer began a major transformation in my heart. I attended many of the classes Hosanna! offered, and began to see the Holy Spirit work in big ways in my life. He put this fire in me to read scripture as I hadn't before - I literally thirsted for it. By the time that fall came, I was feeling called to go on a Mission trip - and I had no idea why. But those are all stories for another time.....

Despite all of the work God was starting to do in me, He was still allowing me to feel this deep sense of loneliness.  I felt I had no friends in Owatonna, and through this He showed me that He was allowing me to feel this way so I could learn to develop time with Him and a deep, intimate relationship with Christ.  From the time I moved home through my first two years back here, anytime I would get some friends, the Lord would allow something to happen that would separate that friendship.  It wasn't because He was punishing me, or because He didn't want me to have friends, it was because I would cling to those friendships and focus on that fulfilling me rather than clinging to Him and letting Him fulfill me.  He needed to teach me to cling to HIM.  He also allowed circumstances to occur that separated me from many of my friends in the cities for the same reasons.  He also later showed me another reason He allowed this season in my life was so that I could understand how many people in this world feel...so utterly alone...and have compassion for them.

Spring 2010 is when it began...If you know me, you know how much I love coffee. Meet me and typically within an hour you will probably find out that I love it...it's really not much of a secret or mystery.  I thus was led to some of these "quiet moments", these deep conversations with Jesus...over coffee.  I began to sneak off to Starbucks, or French Meadow and their hippie/down to earth atmosphere - and drink coffee and journal and spend time in scripture.  It was over these times of coffee spent with Jesus that He continued to work on transforming me.  And I got to know Him very well. 

An interesting thing happened...once these coffee with Jesus dates started to happen, I began to feel not so alone.  I began to be content with where I was and what I had.  Not that I still didn't have my ups and downs with all of it, but gradually over the last two years I have felt less and less alone...more content with being alone. 

Then another interesting thing happened...God began to restore friends to me.  Summer 2010 I went to Canada for the first time and God gave me amazing friends...who were actually more like family - through that experience.  Then, God opened doors for me to have friends here...and these friends have prooved to be fun, funny, kind, loving, Christ-centered people.  I have been blessed. 

I still have my coffee with Jesus dates as often as I can.  It's a very special time to me.  I can promise you that if you are feeling alone, He knows.  He wants to fill that loneliness.  He is the only thing that can.  Once you are content in Christ, not much else matters.  Not the number of friends you have, the family who is around or not, not a significant other...nothing.  So while life may have its ups and downs, I know Who I have...and Who will never leave me.  And that He is always there, waiting for me...cup of coffee or not.


In Christ,
Meg
       

Friday, August 31, 2012

The Heart of the Matter...

I am going to be totally honest.  My heart is somewhere else.  Physically still inside me...but somewhere else feeling wise.  A huge piece of it is in Canada...a piece of it that I will never, ever get back, and quite honestly am totally ok with missing.  Another piece of it is somewhere I have never been before.  But will hopefully be going by the grace of God. 

You see, Jesus wrecked me this year in Canada.  And I want the whole wide world to know it.  Because it was the best thing that ever happened to me.  Things that used to seem so darn important to me are slowly losing their appeal.  They lack the luster they used to possess.  I'm more than ok with that.  Because I don't want ordinary. I want extraordinary.  (God showed me awhile ago that He has called me to live this kind of life).  I don't want safe.  I want to be scared - in a good way - trusting God for everything. I don't want comfortable, because comfortable is far too easy, and life is way too short for that.  I also don't want easy, because if things are easy then that means Jesus doesn't have to show up, and I want for nothing more than Him to show up all the time in everything I do.  I have no strength but in Him alone.  He gets all the glory in everything.  Plus, He knows I like challenges...He is giving me a pretty big one right now.  Any changes will require me to completely lean on Him all the way...  it will be the only way anything can happen because I can't do it in my own strength.

The coming year will be quite the adventure - I can already tell that.  I'm looking forward to it - seeing where the Lord leads me.  I know that the He will go before me, walk beside me and come up behind me.  That in and of itself gives me more peace than you can imagine.  Yes, I am scared, but come what may, I will "do it afraid".  Because that's the only way to live.

Yes, I changed the title of my blog as well as the picture.  Because this scripture is more true than I can describe.  My treasures are not things, but the amazing, beautiful people God has placed before me.  They are gifts.  I pray that I will not take them for granted!!

"But seek His kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.  Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will never fail, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." ~Luke 12:31-34 

In Christ,
Meg                                       

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Bad Blogger = Me

Oy.  It has been CRAZY since I wrote back in...January?!  Really?  That long!?  Oh my.  Sorry for my L O N G absence.  I promise I will try to be better. 
So first things first: I need to write about two food adventures.  First off is the scone...
It all began...a year ago?  This fall?  I can't even remember.  But I was at French Meadow Bakery (go figure...), and I saw it.  The scone.  Or, as I affectionately refer to it as, "The Happy Scone".  It's real name is the Chocolate Ginger Spelt Scone.  I think I began drooling on the spot because: 1. I love chocolate. 2. I love ginger. and 3. I love, love LOVE spelt flour.  There are several things in the world of cooking/baking that I am very fond of, and let me tell you, spelt flour is one of them.  Why?  No clue.  I just love it.  So I bought the scone.  And had it for breakfast the next morning, and that is when the obsession began.  I loved every single thing about that scone.  From that point on, every time I went to French Meadow would result in me first marching up to the bakery case, and if I spied the scone, that was the first thing I ordered - to go, of course - to feast on the next morning.


The original scone from French Meadow
Eventually, it got so bad, that I searched out a recipe for the scone online, and lo and behold, I found one.  I excitedly printed it off....and forgot about it.  About three months later, after a string of going to French Meadow and not finding my beloved scone, I broke down and yanked the recipe out.  The result was a recreation of the one and only scone that I love...  Honestly, I almost feel as though these scones turned out better than the ones at French Meadow did.  (But don't tell them that...)  And yes, I realize you are all going to think I'm crazy, but that's ok.  I am a little crazy, but it helps keep me sane.  :-)




The next adventure happened today.  About a year ago at my friend Nancy's bachelorette party, I had a pizza with fennel on it.  I had never cooked with fennel before, and actually had it for the first time in 2010 in Virginia.  I had always heard about it, but wasn't sure about it, and after I tried it I eventually knew I would cook with it.  After that pizza at the bachelorette party, I secretly became obsessed with recreating a pizza with fennel on it.  Once winter came, I sort-of forgot about it, until about three weeks ago, and was hit with an inspiration...ham + fennel + goat cheese (since I can't have cow's milk cheese).  So tonight I made the pizza...wow.  I mean, W.O.W.  It was awesome.  I would highly recommend it.  :-)

                                 Cutting up the fennel                             Sauteeing the fennel

                                                The ham                                     Goat's cheeeeeeese

                                                Pizza dough                               Before going in the oven


The finished product

So, I also realized that photography definitely is my passion.  I have been taking pictures since I was in 4th grade, and even then I was always looking for the artistic shot.  Apparently I have been destined to be a phogographer my whole life. :-)

In Christ,
Meg