So much in my life has changed in the last year, I felt like I needed a new blog, one to share with my husband and children. So check out WeThreeKings to see continue to keep up with our new family!
I really haven’t painted, written, or believed much in a while. I have, however, learned, invested, and grown.
The last time I posted I was dating an amazing man named B.J. King. I had no plans on returning to China. Life was normal and I lived in College Station Texas.
I am getting married next Saturday, I just got back from spending two months in China and I live in Round Rock Texas. Geez. B.J. proposed on May 3, 2008 and I said yes after a beautiful day of fun and memories. He took me to our favorite date spot, read scripture and cast a vision for our marriage and then asked me to be his wife so that we “could be a picture of Christ and the Church to an unsaved world.” The ring is beautiful, the wedding is planned, and the honeymoon is going to rock.
China was horrible. Yes, I was there right before the Olympics, and no, I didn’t stay for them, I came home to my future husband. If you want you can read my blog on all of that. (http://www.studyinchinawithmeg.blogspot.com/) There is a lot to it, but I did write some cool academic papers there. I think I may have figured out what home means while I was there.
There is a lot I wish I could say right now, and so much I want to write and share. The blog feels silly, but I guess it works for me. Maybe God will give me a topic or direction to go with this rather than just an update on my life.
peace.
This is today’s painting. Since it is finals week, I have some extra time. I think I like this painting. It has pretty much the same effect as the door painting. I thought about writing the words, “no need for a window.” somewhere on here. What do you think??
This is the new tree painting.
I have been painting for awhile now. In my whole life I have never painted to sell, but only to give away and for myself. But I am raising money to go to China for ten weeks, which is very expensive. So, if anyone is interested in buying a painting, please let me know. I am also willing to paint something new for you, if you like my style. Please let me know if you are interested in the least…. I would love to just hear what you think, even if you don’t buy.
This is the door painting. It is still in progress. The door is actually made of wood and opens.
The is the cross painting. I haven’t decided if it is finished or not.
This is the girl painting. She’s not done yet either.
This is the tree painting, it seems to be the favorite. I have made some minor changes since this picture.
This is one of the heart paintings.
This is the other heart painting, the two are cute as a set.
Luke 18.25
by Karsten PiperHe spread his blanket on the sand,
kneeled and arranged his bowls and tools:
hook, mallet, clamp, chisel, rasp, razor.His smile glinted in the rongeur’s claws,
and upside down in the curette’s spoon.
Light shone out of the needle’s eye.“Hoosh,” he said and began plucking hairs,
paring calluses, shearing wool, shaving
to the follicles, cutting to the quick.He sorted these, trimming skin with skin,
hair with hair, into rows of clay bowls,
and set a large basin to catch each sour dripas he sliced the hide and used both fists
to yank back the whole stubbled, gray pelt,
as wet and red on its underside as afterbirth.He piled this heavily away, draping it
in clean linen, and turned to the meat and bone
heaving under sheer, tight membrane.Sawteeth chewed into femur, rib and shoulder.
Pliers twisted and wrenched away tendons
until everything softened, canted, and collapsed—yet not one sliver dies. Each ribbon and shard
bawls for the horror and hurt of their missing,
wishing for the old braying wholeness.Pain bloodies evening and morning,
stabbing day after day from even the first cuts,
like the slow light of far stars.Eyeballs and heart float alone in the last bowl,
dark and defenseless, quavering when he leans down
and they recognize in his eyes how little is left.“Easy now, Camel,” he says and lifts me
in his fingertips, one quivering strand at a time,
through the eye of the needle.
Why? You only have today.
I love the Relient K song, “For the moments I feel Faint.”
I love the simplicity in the lyrics and the honesty and loyalty the melody sings.
But more than that, I love the faith that is thrown into listeners ears.
“I think I can’t,
I think I can’t
But I think You can
I think You can.”
“Gather my insufficiencies and place them in Your hand, I place them in Your hand.”
WHOOP.
A hammer swinging
clang
clang
the cadence of the clanging
hitting a nail
clang
clang
clang
and now flesh interrupts it’s
doush!
dou…
the melody of the nails harmonizes with the cries of men.
And the cry of the Son of Man.
Now the rhythm of His grace beats in my heart.
It makes me sing at the top of my lungs in my car with the windows rolled down. The wind joins me in my song to the King. We belt it out together, flying down highway breathing just to sing His praise.
The rhythm of His grace beating in my heart speeds up as I run this race. Faster and faster, both my heart and my legs as I run with My King, training my body, beating it to serve Him better.
The rhythm of His grace pounds in my heart, like the waves of the ocean. The waves crash wildly onto the shore throwing themselves down on the sand. That wave will never be seen again, it has served it’s purpose, it has completed its task for the King, even if it was just to be a wild wave.
The rhythm of His grace is my very heartbeat. When He died His blood penetrated all of me so deeply that I bleed His blood as I learn to fellowship with His sufferings. His blood runs through my body, keeping me alive and nourishing me. With out Him, I am dead. If this God of the Bible is not real, if He is not King, if He is not who He says He is, I quit. There is no other God I would rather serve. I cannot fathom a more perfect God. I want this one. And He is. He has given me a new heart, and it beats for Him, and only for my King.
This is an essay I wrote not too long ago. If you have any questions please contact me.
Oneness in Everything but Viewpoint:
A Sociological Essay on the Baha’i Faith in Brazos County.
The Baha’i faith is essentially about Oneness: Oneness of God, Oneness of man, and therefore Oneness in religion. Baha’u’llah, the most current manifestation of God according to the Baha’i’s, sought to unify mankind because he believed that to be the will of God. Last Tuesday I went to a Baha’i service in Bryan, Texas, and experienced firsthand the teaching of Baha’i lived out.
“grace upon grace,” are the only words in my Bible that I have underlined in pen.
I cannot bring myself to mark in my Bible in pen. It seems to permanent, I guess. Pencil fades, bookmarks fall out, but ink stains pages, and I don’t want my markings taking away from the Word. But I made an exception.
I want to see the phrase “grace upon grace” everyday.
Every time I flip through my Bible looking for some verse, I want my eye to catch a dark stain on a whte page.
I never want to be able to skim past those three words in John 1.
“For of His fullness we have all received, and grace upon grace“
It doesn’t even make sense, but how else could John say it? Even in the Greek, John makes a statement, and then all he can bear to write next is…
and grace upon grace.
Because He rose, I know.
He was crucified
on the third day he rose again
and that’s when the meaning of my life began.
He Rose,
this world has no power
I am redeemed
this prisoner set free.
enemy, where is your sting?
He rose.
I am not bound by sin or shame
I am bound by nothing but grace
grace whose chains set me free.
Like the padded harness when you jump off the cliff.
I can jump
I can fall
I can soar
because Your chains set me free.
This world has no power
Jesus rose
my life is redeemed,
I am free
Death where’s your sting?
He rose.
He was not contained,
He rose
He was not conquered
He is life
He gives me life
He redeems me
He Rose
HE Rose
HE ROSE!!
HE ROSE!!!
HE ROSE!!!
say it,
HE ROSE!!!!!!!!!!!
I finally through much prayer and petition picked a favorite song. (at least for this week.)
It is called, “Though I’m not worthy,” by Kari Jobe. you must check it out.
Here are the lyrics.
Here are lyrics to a song, I have been clinging to lately.
though I’m not worthy
to see Your precious face
i bow before Thee
pour out Your holy grace
for You alone can wash my sin
cleanse my soul so deep within
heal me
wash me in your mercy
mend these broken pieces of my heart
clothe me
though I am not worthy
cleanse my soul and make me whole again
only say the word
and i shall be healed.
thought I am not worthy
in Your grace i long to stand
and bow before Thee
stretch out Your healing hand
For You alone can purify
and heal these wounds so deep inside.
Heal me
wash me in Your mercy
mend these broken pieces of my heart
clothe me
though I am not worthy
cleanse my soul and make me whole again
only say the word
and i shall be healed.
Be Healed.
I’m not worthy
to feel your love oh Lord
to bow before Thee
my Savior be adored
for You alone
break hardened hearts
and bid all bitterness depart
Heal me
wash me in Your mercy
mend these broken pieces of my heart
cloth me
thought I am not worthy
cleanse my soul and make me whole again.
Only say the word,
and I shall be healed.
Dear _______.
……….
So, you have screwed up, your in a valley. It doesn’t matter, i don’t care and neither does God. Praise Jesus you’re being honest about it. I am sure that more than half of ******* **** is not in the Word, that they are being stupid as well. It matters to God because it affects His plan, but IT NEVER AFFECTS HIS LOVE. EVER. I know you struggle with not feeling close to God, or feeling like He doesn’t want you. But you have to keep trashing your feelings and KNOW the truth.
Search the Word. Lock yourself in a dadgum closet and search out His word. You will find an enormous God who is righteously angry with no more wrath to dish out because Jesus took it all. Now, you have to continue to accept that. You are 100% right that you don’t deserve God, but He deserves you. He deserves your worship. It is pride to say that God can’t have you because you don’t feel like He wants you. He already said He did. It is pride to say that, ” And as much as I wish to be close with God, I can’t come before Him anymore, because…” No reason is good enough. He wants you. You cannot say that you don’t want to take advantage of His grace anymore BECAUSE THE CROSS WAS ENOUGH!! Take His grace, cling to it. Run out of the Bedroom next door, and back into His arms. Don’t stay in sin because you are ashamed. Be ashamed, but stand before Him naked, shaking, dirty, hurt, and stand before Him forgiven.
I know this is all easier said than done, but it’s not your strength that you’re resting on.
Love,
megan
This an email that I wrote to a friend today. As I was waiting for the email to be sent I was thinking about how many of us feel that we are too horrible to go back to Jesus. We don’t feel His love.
Good, because you need to know His love.
Ok, I’m ready to be comitted to writing again.
Keep your eyes open.
megan
ps. I HAVE NOT FAILED has been restored to its original format!! Yea!!
How is it that Christians can be unsatisfied in Jesus?? We serve a God who is completely holy, completely loving, completely just, completely fun, beautiful, powerful, strong, and basically . . . complete. It’s OUR FAULT!! It is 100% our fault when we are not satisfied in Him. He says in Jeremiah, “For you will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart, I will be found by you.”
I know that there have been many times in my life when I was totally unsatisfied as a Christian. During those times I tried and tried to fill the void with things that didn’t help. And during those times I know that God stood behind me waiting for me to turn around and see Him there. Picture a girl standing on a basketball half court with her back to the basket. She holds the ball and looks desperately at the crowd around her to see if they might have the answer, the place for her to shoot all her desire and energy. They mislead her and scream and taunt and tease, and she can shoot, but she can’t score. Refs, coaches, fans, haters, no one points her in the right direction, because they can’t. You cannot tell someone something they already know. So she stands with her back to the goal. There are times when you know what you are looking for and you know what you have to do to get it, but you don’t, in fear of success, maybe. There are also times when you can feel the presence of something near you. Well, our basketball player fully knows, she can feel it. She knows the truth and she knows where to get it. Turn around baby.
God can be no less than what He is.
I am currently enrolled in a sociology of religion class, and I recently read a book by Charles Kimball called “When religion becomes Evil” One of the premises of the book is that Islam, Judaism, and Christianity all worship the same God. They do not. They are not the same God.
Can you be “basically talking about the same god”? disagree with Kimball’s theory that Islam, Judaism, and Christianity are all referring to the same God. Kimball talks about how religious truth claims rely on language to be expressed, and because words are symbols, ideas are represented by symbols, and ultimately truths are represented by symbols, if the three religions are not represented by the same symbols they cannot represent the same thing. Simply put, Christianity is summed up in the life of Jesus. He is the Word of God lived out. Because Judaism and Islam do not see Jesus as Messiah or God Himself, they do not and are not symbolized by Jesus.
The words that symbolize the three religions contradict each other, and if words/symbols are all we have to represent God, they must agree.
Disclaimer: I understand that even Christians disagree on things and symbols of God, so according to my argument, they must be worshipping different Gods too right?? My argument has many holes, but I think Jesus is more pivotal to the religions than other things.
I currently have friends in the Middle East serving as missionaries. When asked who they serve as God, some reply Allah (the Arabic word for god,) in order to protect their own lives, but they all recognize that they do not mean the Islamic god, but rather Jesus Christ. They fully understand the difference.
Heavy
upon
me.
It is Dark and Sultry and Stunning, but mostly thick.
Thick with darkness and huge weighty pain.
It contains massive units of dense water and dust.
It upholds billions of stars
and pictures
Sailors sail by it.
People discover it’s secrets.
And I hold it up.
It’s weighing on my shoulders and you can’t see it.
I am wholy under it.
Completely under the weight of it.
I can look upward to see only a fraction of it’s scene.
And it is magnificent
ly crushing me!
Can’t you see how heavy this is
and I am carrying it for You and you.
I really can’t bear it’s weight anymore.
I’ll break any moment.
Note: Spoiler warning. Please don’t read this until you think about what I am refering to. This poem is still in progress. But, here’s the key:
So many times I feel like I am being crushed under the weight of the world… or the night sky at least. That’s what this poem is refering to. I am complaining about being under the intense weight of the night sky. I claim I am carrying and upholding it for both God and man. But really it is no weight at all. Jesus says in Matthew 11,
” Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS.
For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
He is not asking me to be under any kind of pressure. he upholds the sky.
The second point to this poem is that I am not the only one under the sky. I seem like I am upholding it, but you are under it as well. So much for pity parties.
Praise Jesus.
I am, Rahab, All the World, and Angry have all been edited, you can check them out if you like. There are also some new ones.
Love,
megan
to really understand just one thing to know something anyhting but to have it in your mind is to posses it when you understand something you own it because you know it you have it it is yours. i am a poor man because i don’t own much of anything really just my thoughts
i own my thoughts
Before the Throne.
(For Courtney)
My name is graven on His hands
It is tattooed deep into His flesh
deeper then the Nails that held Him to a Tree
and wanted
my name, I, am wanted
My name is graven on His hands
It is pressed deeply in His wounds
pounded delicately and carved
in the hands that formed me.
My name is written on His heart
The King whose name is Jealous
whose name is Love,
has bled over me.
My name is written on His heart
He will not forget me
He will not fail to keep me.
He will not Fail.
His name is graven on my hands
Though only and outline
Just the Word of His name
penetrates deeper
and flows through me
like blood.
His name is written on my heart
my heart, He has claimed as His own
He has written His precious name on my heart.
Contained
all that i am is
contained
in a Room
in a Body
in a Document
all that i am is
contained
in my Hope
in my Dreams
in my Thoughts.
all that i am is
contained
in Adjectives
in Memories
in Poems.
all that i am is
not capable of being contained
because
there are millions of Rooms on this earth
my Body has the ability to fly
Documents can change the world.
because
Hope is the strength of the unable
Dreams are fuel to the fighter
Thoughts create.
because
Adjectives can be anything they want
Memories bring life to the past
and Poems give shape to thought.
I have not failed.
Part One: God to man.
I have not failed.
You are convinced I have but
I have not failed.
Bodies fail, people walk away, governments hide, enemies kill…
I know, Beloved.
The walls of your own home are crumbling quickly down
with you inside
and you cannot see my plans to rebuild.
You cannot see past the rubble of your hope
to rest on the blueprints I have for your mansion to come.
Alzheimer’s and Breast Cancer claim the bodies of your heart’s dearest,
but can’t you see?
Their souls are being set free.
You see the homeless child and wonder
Why, God, Why?
You think I have failed.
But I have not.
You see all of the corruption,
and so do I.
I know, beloved, I know.
Where is truth?
Me.
I AM.
Ashes, rubble, crumbs, lies, taunting hints,
you see these.
Behold, I am coming quickly,
then you will see Me.
And you will finally see the Truth,
I have not failed.
My work is unfinished
My plan unseen
My people unreached and
My truth unpreached.
My children unloved and
My harlots uncleaned.
‘It is finished,’
But I AM. . .
not done,
I HAVE NOT FAILED…
Note: This is a poem in progress. It is dearest to my heart. Look for progress. Trust God and the integrity and validity of His Word. Wait for Him. I Love you.
So, you think I have failed.
To another:
Hi, My name is Megan
and I am so excited to meet you.
We can be one,
and serve the world together.
It will be wonderful and
there will never be another. Read the rest of this entry »
Dipping toes
Lollygagging on the side of a sea water blue ocean,
was a little girl in a red polka dotted one piece bathing suit.
After skipping out to a beach of her own,
away from the people and places she was familiar with,
she stopped and turned to face the ocean
and smiled.
She made friends with the ocean on that sunny day.
The sun was a harsh friend,
and the sand impaired her vision at times,
but the ocean was a good friend.
In front of him, she created kingdoms
with the minerals the he let her borrow.
She and the ocean played chase
running back and forth after one another.
And no matter how far she raced him,
the ocean was already where she ran to.
They walked together and laughed.
They were good friends.
After a long day of playing she looked out over the water,
the sun was leaving them and she was glad.
That meant she and the ocean could be alone.
With her water blue eyes she examined her friend in hopes of knowing him better.
Although kind
he was a mysterious friend.
she wondered how long he stretched,
he was tall,
she couldn’t see his bottom,
he was deep
He was wide too,
she could see no end of his.
He was long
he was farther than she could even run.
As the kindergartner watched the body of the ocean
she noticed consistency
and strength
she saw power
and beauty.
She inferred mystery
and might.
She was scared.
Hey Friends,
I would really love to get your take on what you think the poem means, or what it means to you. Please comment, I would really like to hear your thoughts.
Much Love,
meg
I am angry.
I am angry at men.
… not all men,
… but men who don’t act like men.
Who leave behind wives because they decided to
exchange love for lust.
Who hit their children because they had a bad day at work
Who stalk young girls who turn victims into predators.
Who look at women like there is nothing in her, but something to be had, taken and used.
I am angry at men who wither and shrink back instead of fighting
… like men.
I am angry at women.
… not all women,
… but women who don’t act like women.
Who ignore their children because they
still want to act like a child.
Who think that they are nothing and sit in the bathroom and cut themselves because of it
Who consistently compare and contrast themselves to digitally created women.
Who devalue themselves by dressing like what they wear makes them beautiful
I am angry at women who won’t stand up and fight for themselves or their families
… like women
Men are strong.
Not because of the size or strength of their muscles,
But because of the honor, integrity, and justice that reside in their hearts.
Women are beautiful.
Not because of their “ass,”
But because of their characters, their passion, and their love.
I am angry. . . maybe not at them,
but at the society that has taught them how to view themselves.
Maybe I am angry at them. . . and myself.
These poems are some of the ones that I have recently written. Some are good, some are not. But, I have found that the thoughts poems are made of are something inevitable. They are always in your heart, you can leave them there or find a source for them.
much love.
At the Gates.
Waiting,
for the day to start and
Watching,
out the window of my bedroom,
the sun began to rise over the tops of homes,
and wake the city with newborn light.
As I swept the landscape with my gaze,
My attention was caught
by a small, hungry, anxious boy pace back and forth in front of the King’s gates.
Waiting,
There was a longing in his movements that rest could never satisfy.
Watching,
His eyes were steadfast.
Fixed on the King’s own doorpost,
his gaze could not be thwarted nor his attention diverted.
What did he want, and why was he there?
There were better places for a ten year old to be early in the morning.
As the sun revealed more color in the scene,
I saw the evidence of a long wait on his young face.
Waiting,
There was purpose in his time spent.
Watching,
He seemed to listen for the King’s voice with his eyes.
Why?
He did not belong there.
He was so out of place.
But as soon as my thoughts became words,
The King opened the door.
In His majesty, He radiated goodness and truth.
This strong King exemplified honor.
Unwillingly my eyes glanced away from His majesty and back to the boy,
who stood like a war hero, solidly next to the gate.
He looked intently at the King, as if to invite Him over.
Then the King approached the child,
and as if they had known each other for years,
they embraced.
Their next introductions revealed the newness of their relationship,
but their love hinted at a common connection.
“Blessed is the man, who listens to me,
Watching daily at my gates,
Waiting at my door posts.”
In love,
the King walked throughout the city with the boy,
teaching him and sharing with him.
Years later,
Shortly before the sun made it’s first appearance,
I looked out my window .
Only to see a strong and humble man,
sit outside of the King’s gates.
Although I had seen this scene everyday,
Their love for each other was new each morning.
i am.
i am megan amanda bess
i am called meg.
i was born to kelly bess
nine-teen years ago in houston, texas.
i entered the world crying just like you,
but there is something different about me.
i am the daughter of a King.
My body was molded and formed by the hands that created Heaven,
like clay in a potter’s hand.
i am God’s artwork, His masterpiece and in His image, though
i am dust, He placed His lips onto my nostrils and breathed His breath, giving me life.
i am His because He has given me life and Life abundantly, now,
i have a mind that can take me where my body cannot,
i have a heart that longs for the lost and hurting,
i have hands that will help the poor, clothe the naked, and willingly serve.
i have feet that will travel to the ends of the Earth.
i have knees that dig into the ground.
i have elbows even you can lean on,
i have a light in my eyes that darkness cannot deny
because
I am but the garment that clothes His spirit in me.
Angel Baby.
You walk back into your room with
curlers in your hair.
As you walk past me sitting on your bed,
you set your coffee on the bedside table and wink.
Then you sit down at you make up table.
and start the process of “putting on your face.”
Curlers in your hair, concealer on your age spots and
lip liner with no lipstick..
You know you look silly
so you smile at her with that gap in your two front teeth.
And I will just sit there with you.
But underneath all the smiles and make up and early morning atmosphere
there is more.
Sitting on the edge of your bed
is a girl whom you love.
I am twenty-nine years younger than you,
and my eyes resemble yours.
I will wait for you to put on your makeup
but we both can see through all of the cover-up.
Behind the makeup that covers and the secrets that hurt,
there is a thick love that can stand.
There is depth to us.
We are behind and underneath the makeup and secrets.
I know I am your, “angel baby” for a reason.
All the world has been given to thee.
Travel the world with Me
friend
and maybe you will see.
The hungry and hurt old man alone and asleep on the cold streets of NYC.
This morning will be his hopeless end.
Travel the world with me.
See the young Russian mother walking in the shadows who only charges a small fee
to use all of her, herself she will not defend.
And maybe you will see.
The business man drinking a pink cocktail and vacationing in Capri,
He seems happy? It’s all pretend.
Travel the world with me.
See the hungry Chinese orphan that is forced to beg for everything, she’s only three.
On whom will she ever be able to depend?
Maybe you will see.
All of the world has been given to thee,
with all of the sights you can see, whose heart will you chose to mend?
Travel the world with me,
and maybe then you will see.
Explanation:
Some poets will write explanations, and I felt like this one needed something added to it.
This piece is directed at our Christian sub-culture bubble that is here in College Station, Texas. I reside in this sleep place daily, but every once in a while, I wake up. We as people, and Americans especially, fail to see past our own world. The poem starts out asking the reader to travel around for a few minutes. We only visit 4 places, but that is the form of a villanelle. I may add more later, because I think that poem would be more heavy then. The last part, when I write, “All of the world has been given to thee,” I am basically saying that here in America, we have everything we could ever even want. In that, we also have the power to change and help whatever and whomever we want. “with all of the sights you can see, whose heart will you chose to mend?” Seeing these things will hurt your heart. When I actually did see the little Chinese girl my heart broke. Instead of praying for her or trying to help her, I walked away because I was upset. I chose to mend my own heart. All in all this poem is just a short, and hopefully powerful, glimpse into a world that is somehow both connected and separate to our own.
This post is really for friends and family, and you know if you are ‘family.’
*This post will also be slightly vague for certian reasons.
-much love.
Because He lives and Breathes…
This is the story our sweet sister C and how she met her Father. Read the rest of this entry »
So, I am in a really cool creative writing poetry class. Today, we talked about metaphors and different ways that you can use them in writing and how not to use them etc. So, at the end of class my professor asked us to just let go and finish the sentence, “I am a….” with metaphors. Here are some cool ones I heard or wrote. Please comment and write some of your own. They can be crazy and not even really represent you. Have Fun…
(NOTE: Because of this class and the sweet things I am learning, there is bound to be more poetry in my thoughts and thus my writing. It should be fun to see what comes out.)
- I am a song that cannot be sung.
- I am a lioness with cubs to protect.
- I am a tree deeply weathered and rooted. (Megan Bess)
- I am a frantic mouse in search of cheese.
- I am a tattered boot worn to the soul (sole).
- I am a sloth, slow and methodical.
- I am a staple strong and bonding.
- I am the color orange on a duck’s bill.
- I am the color orange on a dollar bill. (Jyl Snyder)
- I am a pencil, asleep on the desk. (Dr. Chuck Taylor)
More to come.
I am Rahab.
Joshua 2 contains the story of Rahab and the spies that she protects. There is so much to point out in this passage but in this blog post I want to focus on something. SHE IS A PROSTITUTE. God is sovereign over everything so we know that He did indeed choose her to be the one who helped the Israelites. My question is why did He chose her? To show the power of His Redemption maybe? Read the rest of this entry »
This is my latest. Please, I welcome suggestions.
“i call him strong”
his name is strong and there is none stronger
he has many names but i call him strong
one day as the world flung itself around the brightest star that i could see
suddenly i could not see that bright star anymore
the darkness made the colors fade
and i, i was alone
again
i call him strong
because
his will is stronger than my arrogance
his grip is stronger than my fall
his sight stronger than my mask
and his once stronger than my all
his presence stronger than the absence
his arms are stronger than my fight
his consistency stronger than routine
and his love stronger than this night.
Have you??
What happens when you have nothing left in your life that is “for sure,”
What happens when your “security” is gone…
When there is no one who will really stick around, and nothing that hints at a steady future?
. . .
You go for a ride. If you trust Jesus, you cling to Him as your everything. The remainder of this piece is going to be brutally honest and not grammatically correct, but you can read it if you want.
Since July 6, 2006, I have not spoken to the person (boy) that I was sure I was going to marry. He was perfect for me, and although we wrecked each others hearts we were going to spend rest of our lives together. But because of our immaturity we were off and on. Because of God’s grace, one of our off’s lasted for over 6 months now, and for 6 months we have not even spoken. In our silence my desire screamed. Because of things that this guy said, he led me to believe that we would be together one day. I know in my heart of hearts, that God (my LOVE) is really ticked that I have been placing hope in this guy for over 6 months when He was calling me to freedom. All this time, I have been ok, with my singleness because I was simply waiting. But even though mutual friends of mine assured me that mr. man still had feelings for me, myspace (which I do not have) reports that he has another girlfriend. How nice.
Please hear my heart, I am not mad at friends, him, or Jesus. I am sad and a little hurt, but only by my own fault.
BUT NOW I AM FREE. The funny part is that I asked God for closure. I saw some pictures of us, and I read a letter that he wrote me when we were dating, and I thought to myself, “Man, I’m glad I am not involved in that.” But I still was hoping. I am not hoping anymore.
BUT NOW I AM SCARED. Well, crap. Now I am not sure I will ever get married. For me this is a big deal. I have always counted on getting married, I am so excited about it. As of the last month 3 out of my 4 best friends in high school are married, and all of my 3 roommates have boyfriends. Funny.
BUT NOW I AM DECIDED. Jesus is my love. I will follow Him and love Him. I am satisfied in Him.
He is more perfect than the way the sun rises. He is more steady the the waves. He is stronger then the wind. He is sweeter then warm whispers. He is more thoughtful than 100 libraries. And no one compares.
He is and He says, “I am.” I say, “You are. and i am satisfied.”
Ok, so I left the country for a few weeks, but now I’m back, and I’m ready to bust out with some new words. God has been teaching me some sweet stuff. Maybe after it simmers in my heart for a few more days, I will be able to put it in writing for you to think about as well.
I have missed this, and although I have had the sweetest “grace upon grace” (of Jesus) in my life every minute, I have missed this graceupongrace.
-meg
Well, some people have said that they want to read this, so, I’ll let you.
But, please understand that this blog, as silly as it is, is a large chunk of my heart. I never want you to feel obligated to read it, but if you like it, go ahead.
Much love.
-megan
Now the rhythm of His grace beats in my heart. I have never known a Love like this, and I am devastated. The peace of His love is so good, I can’t stand it.
Now He says, Follow Me. OK??
What??
One day, I started going out through the front commons doors but as I did I was solicited by newspapers (and everybody and their mommas.) Then as soon as I got out the doors I immediately started pouring sweat Read the rest of this entry »
What do you do?? What can you do, when you realize and know that there is a holy God out there? And what do you think when you are told that He hates what you live in (sin)? Are you embarrassed? Ashamed? or do you just not believe? Read the rest of this entry »
Question: What happened to all of God’s wrath that is talked out in the old testament?
Well, it was explained to me this way.
The Train:
Imagine you are kidnapped and taken away. Your kidnapper takes you out to the country and brings you to a train track. He throws you down and on the hard tracks and ties you to them. Then he leaves. You are alone and cannot escape your woven prison. Then you hear a violent train whistle in the distance and struggle to free yourself, but you cannot. Now, the powerful and deadly train comes into sight and you are resolved to die. There is nothing you can do. So, you close your eyes and wait. Read the rest of this entry »
I am Jonah!! The Israelites used to cry this and today, I join them.
If you have not yet read the book of Jonah, you should. I agree the some friends, in saying that we are all Jonahs. Take a look.
Jonah starts out in Tarshish. Obviously Jonah was walking with the Lord, because the Lord spoke to him and told him to go to Nineveh. The people of Nineveh were very sinful, angry, and violent, so I do not necessarily blame Jonah for not wanting to go. But instead of being reluctant and arguing with God, Jonah straight up ran. Read the rest of this entry »
In the next few days I hope to publish quite a few pieces, I have almost 20 unfinished works, and I am determined to get them out.
Much Love.
This weekend I was driving from Corpus to Houston, and as I was driving, I thought to myself, “Megan, are you going to take the toll road, because if you do, you need $2.50 in silver coins.” So, I said to my self, “Self (jk) if you can find enough coins you can take the toll road since it is soooo much faster.”
So I searched and searched and I wound up with about $2. Read the rest of this entry »
God is a Gentleman.
He really is. He will never force Himself or His ways on you. He let you choose Him, to follow Him, and to know Him. But he will pursue you, open doors for you, and love you.
I was having a hard time one night, and after a prayer meeting I felt the gentleman asking me to go for a drive with Him. I rebelled because I had studying to do. But because of the need I went.
We had a great time. He let me talked to Him, and He pointed me to parts of the Note that He wrote me to guide me. It was a sweet time, and He even had me back by midnight. 
This is a thought that did not originate in my mind, but I do claim it as my own.
We are Christians, and as Christians we have taken on the name of Christ because we are Christ-ians. Do you remember the commandment that says “You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain, for the LORD will not leave him unpunished who takes His name in vain.” (Exodus 20:7) Well, think about this…
Do not take the name of the Lord in vain.
Do not take on the name of the Lord in vain.
Do not have His name in vain.
Do not be a CHRIST-ian in vain.
I am sure that we have all heard the phrase and song, “You are the potter, I am the clay.” I think have thought about this statement many times, especially recently. I understand that God is the Master Craftsman, and Designer, and Engineer, and Molder and Maker. But I guess I do not understand the depth of the periphery of what it means for Him to be the “Creator” and for me to be the “Clay.”
First, the Maker. (He came first after all 
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Isaiah 43:1-7
1 But now, this is what the LORD says—
he who created you, O Jacob,
he who formed you, O Israel
Look at how God addresses us here, he says “I created you, I formed you.” No one else can say I formed you, I molded your body. Everyone has a connection to God as our creator. We have to remember that he created us, so obviously He knows and understands us and how we work. (Psalm 139: 14-18)
Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine. Read the rest of this entry »
The Unpreached and the Unreached.
“My life ended about a week ago. Everything that I had ever hoped for, everything I had ever placed my faith in, and everything I counted on, essentially went down the toilet. Basically, I died, because of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. You would think that since we Christians worship Jesus Christ that His heart would be preached, wouldn’t you?? And since I had been a “Christian” for a while, you would think that I would at least gotten a glimpse of His heart wouldn’t you?? Read the rest of this entry »
I used to hate oatmeal…. but now I don’t.
I really like the Vanilla kind.
It’s really good.
1 Peter 1: 8-12
“and though you have not seen Him, you love Him, and though you do not see Him now, but believe in Him, you greatly rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, obtaining as the outcome of your faith the salvation of your souls.
As to this salvation, the prophets who prophesied of the grace that would come to you made careful searches and inquiries, seeking to know what person or time the Spirit of Christ within them was indicating as He predicted the sufferings of Christ and the glories to follow. It was revealed to them that they were not serving themselves, but you, in these things which now have been announced to you through those who preached the gospel to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven–things into which angels long to look.
The megan commentary on this passage: (disclaimer below)
Ladies (and guys too), here is just a thought, Read the rest of this entry »
This is a letter that a friend wrote to me a few weeks ago. It was terribly encouraging.
“You are so sweet. Your love radiates from within. It is breathtaking. Read the rest of this entry »
The Bible talks about the Lord being water for our souls in a dry and weary land. How true is that?? My soul longs to see the Lord move and to worship Him. My soul longs to simply sit with Him and to be owned by Him. How sweet to surrender to a Savior, how holy to be held up by His hand. Everything, every little detail He plans and every instance that His work is evident is the happiest moment of my life. Praise Jesus, Praise God, Praise the Holy Spirit that makes me, a whore, a temple of God, who makes me holy and blameless before a perfect Father. He says that the truth makes me free and it does, I am nothing made into something and a sinner free to be a slave to Christ.
“All my roommates just left me alone in our dorm room. It feels especially lonely tonight because I should be with them, but I’m not. I am eating a bowl of chili that my mom made me this weekend. I want to be with her right now, but I’m not. There are so many places I want to be right now. There are so many people I want to talk to right now. There are so many prayers I need to pray right now. There are so many everythings. But why does everything feel so empty?? Why do I feel like my heart has no contents? Read the rest of this entry »
