Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Love Story

What is your favorite kind of story? 

Personally I prefer stories of the fantasy and mystery genres. I do still enjoy a bit of a love story within that, though. However, my parents won't let me date, so how am I  supposed to discover the love that everyone (including my favorite books and my friends with boyfriends) are always going on and on about?

That's when I discovered that the greatest love story of all is a real one and we're living it. Before I explain, let's take a look at the age old question, What is Love? 

The world we live in and the popular culture will try to tell you inaccurate response like, "Listen to your heart." Well, let's see what God says about that. In Jeremiah 17:9 the Bible says "For the heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked for who can know it?"

So if not our heart, who or what should we listen to?  The answer, God.  This is easy to say, not necessarily easy to do.  I think everyone struggles with this at different degrees in their life. Even though it's hard, it's important to understand that God loves us and knows what is best for us.

If you are anything like me, you know how hard it is to give up what you want to do for what God wants. But he wants what is best for us. I mean, I want to just let Jesus take the wheel. The problem is that you want to let him drive, but at the same time you don't want to give up driving.

What does God say about love? 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 says "Love is patient, Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." I'd say that's a pretty clear definition of love.
  
Remember when I mentioned that you are living the greatest love story ever? I wasn't kidding.
The greatest love story starts with sin. God made humans to be perfect, but we decided that we knew better than He did. Romans 6:23 "For the wages of sin is death..." But, the story doesn't end there - the verse continues, with "But the gift us God is eternal life through Christ our Lord."  

The Bible says "For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."  He died for us, but the truly amazing part is that three days later He rose again! He lived and walked and breathed again. He did all of this so we only have to accept His gift to live eternally with Him.

Next time you think about a love story, think about how none can compare to the greatest one of all.


Until Next Time, Miki  

   
  

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Someone Hears

Over the summer my mom and I were going to ride the horses over to my Grandmaw and Grandaddy's house where they had a pasture full of luscious, green grass that Jingles and Dixie could chomp down. We thought that it was going to be a peaceful ride over, after all we were taking a new trail and I was excited to be in the saddle.


NOT! It went downhill in the first 10 minutes.


The first obstacle was a tiny, little gully that you or I could easily step over but Jingles and Dixie felt the need to jump it. Horses have a poor depth perception so something that looks like a tiny hole that we can step over, they see it as a gigantic black hole that will suck them into it's dark depths if they don't jump over it as high and as far as they can. But even Jingles and Dixie wouldn't go over this simple thing, so after climbing down off of them we had to walk them over.


Mom walked over the gully first and stood to the side allowing enough room for Dixie to land. I went next but Jingles landed too close to me and her broad, brown chest rammed me in the shoulder and I felt the breath whoosh out of me! I could feel myself going down, but I was able to catch myself and regain my normal breathing before mounting back up. I sent a small prayer up to God thanking him that I didn't get run over by 1500 pound animal.


The next obstacle was when we reached the top of the small hill. I was in front and I could feel Jingles start tense up underneath me with each step as we reached the top. Jingles stopped. Her ears swiveled nervously catching every sound in the small valley. She started to blow through her nose, her amber eyes watching the tall grass ready for anything to pop out and take off in the opposite direction. I whispered a few soothing words (and a prayer) and gently eased her forward down the slope. Each step she took was tentative and calculated all the while I reassured and told her that nothing is going to jump out and eat her.


When we had reached the bottom I breathed out a sigh and felt Jingles relax beneath me. But that was not the end of our problems. Ahead I saw a dark canopy of trees. It was late afternoon and getting dark which made the trees darker than usual. Jingles again tensed up, stopped and refused to move forward. Jingles started to back up no matter how hard I kicked her forward she would not go. I heard mom's panicked voice as Jingles stepped back, "Kenna there's hole right behind her! Don't let her step in it!" I felt Jingles sink down but before I could think she swiveled around facing Mom and Dixie, her sides heaving as if she had been running a race, my heartbeat kicked up a notch and I gripped the reins tighter ready for her to bolt into the tall grass. "Mom she is going to bolt, I can feel her getting ready to run." Mom was off of Dixie before I finished my sentence and grabbed the reins. I jumped off Jingles and patted her neck soothingly I closed my eyes and prayed, thanking the good Lord that Jingles didn't step into the hole and thanking him for keeping my mom and me safe.


I don't think I ever prayed so hard in my life. Thinking back now while writing this I remember being scared and thinking "This is certainly the end of McKenna Street" Praying helped me calm my nerves and knowing that someone who is greater than me hears me gives me peace. Through every situation that comes up, PRAY, because someone greater and bigger hears.





"Thunder is the sound of hoofbeats in Heaven." -Unknown


-Kenna