Fall House Tour

Honestly, I am a summer girl. All the way.
I love hot weather, shorts, tank tops, cold drinks, and lots of pool time.
Yesterday we started winter-izing the pool, usually that would send me into a minor spin of depression as I mourned all things summer and lovely. Yet, I am surprisingly okay. I am actually, wait for it, looking forward to fall. *Major Shocker*
Not sure why this year is different, maybe the fact that fall means a more stable routine. Or, that the hubs is home more (not gallivanting all over the world). Another reason might be my new color scheme, the brightness and cool tones help offset the warm fall colors, keeping the house from feeling too dark. Whatever the reason, I am grateful. I have enjoyed creating a homey atmosphere, and using pumpkins and acorns in little vignettes is just too fun! I hope this inspires you to give your home a little fall facelift - I will tell you at the end my sources and how much I spent. The dirty details I suppose ;)

Entry

I am quite proud of that little caddy; $2 at the thrift store, fresh coat of paint - voila!

 

Still looking for some 'fallish' throw pillows, maybe cable knit?

My favorite, the 'Mantle'. (We don't have an actual mantel, so the entertainment serves as the focal point for my fall decor)

I am very pleased with what I was able to do with a few decorations I already had, some thrifting, and hitting the half off sales at Hobby Lobby and Michael's. Also, dollar tree had the little ceramic pumpkins that I painted a creamy white. After adding it all up I spend about $50 on varius craft supplies and such.

Sources:
Ceramic mini pumpkins - Dollar Tree
Chevron burlap runner - Amazon
Rustic wood frame - Hobby Lobby
Canvas pennants - Hobby Lobby
Gold Leaf branches - Michael's
Brown twig pumpkin - Target, dollar spot
Farm scene painting - Thrifted
White candle sticks - Kirklands
Fall striped candles - Homegoods

Looking forward to cozy evenings, and crisp, clear mornings soon.
Hope you have a blessed day!

~noel

Room Makeover

The inspiration:

I loved the 'spa' feel of these rooms, the brightness, lightness, and neutral colors. After getting a good idea of what I wanted the fun part began.

Over spring break is when I decided to start the makeover process, because I had the time - yet, it was the longest spring break ever. Good thing I love it! 

The Reveal:

I am so happy with it! It took 3 days of hard work, but I love the end results. I am also proud of my talented husband who was able to make the headboard and bathroom shelves that I showed him from pinterest. He really is amazing. Thanks love!

Resources:

Bedding - Tuesday Morning, Marshall's, thrift store, and West Elm

Sunburst Mirror - Kirklands

Curtains - Tuesday Morning

Dresser - Craig's List

Bed and Chair - Craig's List, 2 years ago

Paint - Sherwin Williams, Comfort Grey

Large Vanity Mirror - Homegoods

Lamps - Gordman's and Ross

Hamper - Homegoods

Accessories - Gordman's and stolen from around the house

Pinterest projects - Headboard, shelves, canvas with dates

Style, Design, Reality, and Cute Babies

Inspiration.

I love being inspired. By color, music, art, famous quotes, beauty, scenery (HUGE for me), or simply a good nights sleep. Inspiration comes in many forms, but the times I am most inspired is when someONE does something amazing. Or simple. Or out-of-the-box. Or beautiful. People are so cool.

I've been sick this past week, and for me that translates into LOTS of internet time. There is an incredible amount of talented, creative, determined people out there. I may or not have cyber-stalked a few people, but hey, that is why you put your stuff on the internet right??

Two blogs/Instagram accounts caught my fancy. Literally. I love their style, and outlook on life. So happy!

ohjoy

I mean seriously, how adorable is that? 

And, 

Emily Henderson

I am semi-obsessed with white and light these days

I like her minimalistic style

Plus, she has an adorable baby.

As I was scrolling down weeks and months of posts I was delighted and intrigued. Then, after hours (to be completely honest) of being immersed in these people's lives I started experiencing a break from reality. I am sure there is a fancy word for it - jealousy is a simple way to put it. I am content with where God has put me, and who I am. But, too much of looking at other people's lives (and STUFF) can be depressing and harmful.

Today I had a little more energy and decided to get some things done. As I was cleaning our bathroom I started thinking about those ladies lives and I wondered; When do they have time to clean the bathroom? Style and design, crafting and creating is super fun, but how much of that is real life? 

I inspired myself today. By cleaning the medicine cabinet, I normally skip that detail - thinking 'I'll get it next time.'

Beautiful, isn't it?

I have also been inspired to update our master bedroom lately, unfortunately having the inspiration for something does not mean you have the funds to carry it through. That being said, I am busy planning and pinning away. 

Clean, crisp, comforting

Even though some of the {major} changes will not happen for a while, there are a few details in our room that make me smile. (Speaking of details, don't they just make you happy?? I love details.)

Bowl; love Target clearance finds

Amazing how much a change can help, even something like making the bed a different way

I'm a big fan of picture frames. And metallic finishes. And my husband.

Back to normal life is hard, yet also a relief. This is where I belong. Even though I would much rather be in L.A. right now, where it is 80 degrees. Walking around the cool shops, unique foodie places, and people watching to my heart's content.......... I am happy where I am. Oklahoma City, (who is currently having a crisis of identity, thinking she is North Dakota), is where God has placed me. 

Be free,

~noel

My Choice; Freedom or Control?

'As a good girl, I lived a lot of my life believing that other people knew a secret about being a believer that I wasn't privy to. So I strived and tried and worked hard to find it. And when I couldn't figure it out, I wore all my masks to cover up what I thought I lacked. If I couldn't feel complete, I could at least look like I was. My masks bought me time while I figured out what the secret was.'
Emily Freeman, Grace for the Good Girl

This is so me.
Even though, up until a few weeks ago, I would've said that I did not have any masks - that putting on my 'best face' was a part of who I am. I mean, who wants to deal with all of my screw-ups and messes? Not me. I tried to cover them up the best I could, even from those closest to me.

Release.

"I just want to become more like Jesus"
"I should do what Jesus would do in this situation"

These are statements I have heard for as long as I can remember, and they sound right. Of course I want to be more like Jesus! Of course I want to do what Jesus would do!
Yet the more I think about them, the more impossible it seems to ever attain this level of Christianity.
This is not the life that Jesus died to give us, not the life of freedom that was promised. And it is of my own making - I have put the impossible standard of perfection on my walk with Him. This is why my day to day life is marred by guilt and shame.

'There is a becoming that happens as we walk with Jesus, but it isn't under a system of achieving. Rather, it is an act of receiving.'

I have to let go of everything that I think makes me a good person, all of the things I find my security and identity in, and release them to God.

'You are not accepted because you're good.
You are free to be good because you are accepted.
You are not responsible to have it all together.
You are free to respond to the One who holds all things together.
You do not have to live up to impossible expectations.
You are free to wait expectantly on Jesus, the One who is both the author and perfecter of your faith.

Million Dollar Question:
'Are you trying to be who Jesus wants you to be?'
(Honestly, at this point I said; yes! I am trying every day. Again, it sounds so right)
'Or do you trust him to bring out who he has already created you to be?

Do you see the difference? It took a while for it to sink in.
'Trying' jumps out at me. I think 'trying' could characterize my whole life. I have always been trying, so very hard to do the right thing. And be the right thing, and keep everything together all by myself.
When I read the second one, about bringing out what he already created me to be, a peace washes over my soul.
'You mean I can stop trying, Lord? That the responsibility of making myself into a thriving follower of Christ is actually yours?? You created me to be something more than this? And you promise to take care of all of the work?'
Hallelujah!!

At this point I felt God telling me that I have two choices;
1. Be obedient to the law
2. Be obedient to the truth (Galatians 5:7)

When I am obedient to the law I have control over my own choices, and most of the time I can limp along pretty good. I can follow the good girl way, putting on my masks of 'Everything is great', 'I am loving everything about my life', and my personal favorite 'I got this'. But, inside I'm a mess. A great, big, emotional mess. My experience of the Christian life is much like a roller coaster, filled with spiritual highs - while dreading the low you know is coming. To give up control is not an option, no one can know what a disaster I am inside, or how many doubts I have on a daily basis.

Surrender I must, because this is exactly what Christ died to free me from - a life of trying to do and be on my own.

Obedience to the truth is simple. Will I choose to believe each day that God is who he says he is, and that he can do what he says he can do.
'Christ in me, the hope of glory.' With Christ IN me how can I not live changed? With Christ IN me I will live out the fruits of the Spirit. Not because I am good, but because the Holy Spirit IS good, and he lives IN me.
'Only Jesus can be like Jesus. And he wants me to trust him to be who he is in and through me.'

Why is it so hard to be transparent?
I am a master of the art of being just vulnerable enough to 'be real', but not so vulnerable that all of my mess hangs out. This is not right! This is harmful to the body of Christ, and reeks of the evil one's influence and lies.

Today I am choosing freedom. I am choosing to be obedient to truth. I am choosing to let God lead me to a new place of transparency and openness with him and others.

Choosing to Be Free,
~noel

Never Again the Same

I have, quite obviously, struggled with writing over the past year or so. I have sat down countless times with either good thoughts that just would not pull or together. Or the attitude of 'I HAVE to write something something, it's been ages, COME ON Noel just do it!' (as Nike would say)
As you can see neither worked. I have countless drafts of unfinished posts, the beginning process of a few good thoughts that fizzled out in the end.
This has been depressing, and led to discouraging thoughts of  'Maybe I have lost my writing capability' or, 'I have been out of school so long I forgot how to finish a paper'.
I have wondered if the enticing draw of seemingly endless media and social outlets might be the culprit. For example: why write about my own boring life when I can stalk people on Facebook or Instagram, be thoroughly confused by Twitter, waste away my ENTIRE life wishing for things on Pinterest, and last, but not least; watch a plethora of mindless forgotten TV shows on Netflix. Take your poison, er, choice.


Four weeks ago I started a Bible study by Beth Moore, 'Believing God'. One word: life-changing, (maybe that's two.....oh well)
I think that God has been preparing me for this kind of renewal, revival, sifting season for a while now. I can see His hand working in my life, for this purpose, going back at least a few years.
Africa, marriage, church, personal walk, sermons I've listened to, people I've come in contact with, etc.

I have not come to any conclusion, (HA!). In fact, I am hoping that this is a journey that never ends, in which my life is continually being changed day by day. Sounds familiar.......
Anyways, it sounds so cliche to to say something like 'I've never felt closer to God in all my life'. And honestly I think I've been having so much trouble finishing posts because I have been more concerned with sounding good than being transparent and laying it all out there for everyone to see.
This new sense of 'belonging' is not just a feeling of 'I am so close to God right now'. Because I've been there, and because it is a feeling it always fades. The spiritual highs and lows of my life are numerous, they are practically a roller coaster unto themselves.
It started a week or so ago when during a discussion about prayer, asking God for things, and His love for us, I was abruptly brought face to face with three different lies I had been believing. Things that have been ingrained in me for as long as I can remember.

#1 - Why do I get offended when God doesn't answer my prayers? I get mad or upset, maybe even bitter because He did not do something I asked Him to.

#2 - When I am praying for someone, either for their health, situation, salvation, etc, I always pray like I am the only thing that is holding God back from wreaking havoc on that person and destroying their life. And if I do not pray for them who knows what God could do to them!

#3 - In my innermost heart I believe that God is unjust and cruel, otherwise how could He could He let these things happen to people that He supposedly loves.

Harsh, maybe, Hard questions, oh my yes. Things we've all thought, you tell me.

I received three answers right away.

My child, are you entitled to anything from me? More than that, what more can I give you? I have given you my Son, He made a way for you to live with me forever when you deserve hell for eternity. I created you, I am in all things, and all things are for me and through me. I give you life and breath and everything. 

You act like I don't care about what is happening to the people you are praying for, but you are forgetting one important detail: I created each and every one of them. I love them and know them so much more than you can even imagine. Of course I want what is best for them, and I want each and every person to be saved, haven't I made that very clear?

Ah, yes, the 'Why do bad things happen to good people?' question. You throw this in my face like it is a big mystery, when there is a simple answer. Think of my Son for a moment, do you think I loved Him? Cared for Him? Wanted the best for Him? You have no idea beloved.
Yet, I allowed Him to suffer, be nailed to cross, endure shame and humiliation, have all of my judgement and condemnation for the world be put on His shoulders, and die. Do you think He deserved this? No. The ultimate bad happened to the ultimate good, and this was my plan. To save you. How can you doubt when hard things happen? Question my very nature that I have already proven time and time again. 
I love you.

Every time I think about I get chills, and a feeling of awe and unworthiness comes over me.
The past week has been a journey, I look back and I think look at what I was missing! I had no idea what that scripture meant, or what a personal moment by moment walk with the Lord felt like. I have heard that small, quiet voice many times each day. Most of the time it could be passed off as 'my inner conscience', but I know better. He is alive in me, and He loves me more than I can fathom.

Let Him in. Let Him speak to you. Let the walls comes down. He is worthy of our trust. And adoration, worship, allegiance, and life.

Be free (from doubt and mediocrity)
~noel

'Is That It?' vs. 'What next?'

'Today we are getting things done.'

Growing up I dreaded these words. It meant a day of work. Of doing more than the usual chores and school. My mom or dad would give me a job, then expect me to come back when I was finished for another job.
At first I didn't mind, getting things done was a natural part of my first born personality. But after a few hours the novelty and sense of accomplishment would wear off; to be replaced with tiredness, and a feeling of 'What more do you want from me??'
I was smart enough to not show this attitude outright, I was careful to not complain outright, keeping my thoughts to myself, while still obeying outwardly.
Yet, I had my own way of rebelling. Coming back to my mom I would say 'Is that it?'
Subtle, I know. Implying that I was done, and 'Is there anything else that you could possible want from me??'
As I got older God started working in my heart, changing it to be a servant's heart.
I started saying 'What next?' instead of 'Is that it?' Notice the difference? From 'I'm done serving you', to 'I'm here to help you, for as long as you want.'

All of this is the preface to what I wanted to share with you about what God is doing in my heart at the moment.

A few days ago, in the Sunday morning worship, through a great sermon God spoke to me. Well, more like he convicted me so strongly that it felt like a ton of bricks landing on my heart.
He showed me that I have been showing the very same attitude that I used to show to my parents, toward him - in the way that I respond to serving him.
In the times when people talk about serving God, or I am asked to do something else, or even when I think that God is asking me to serve him in a certain way; my mind immediately goes to all of the things that I am already doing. Almost like an excuse; 'Look at all of the things I am already doing for God, surely he couldn't be asking for anything MORE.'

Where and when did I start thinking of serving God as a chore, or even as favor for him. As if my life didn't belong to God already, and it is me going over and beyond to do a few good things twice a week.
What?
That doesn't even make sense!
When I gave my life to Christ I surrendered any right to have a say over what I do with my life.

I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.
-Romans 12:1

More than that, anything God does ask of me is not a drudgery, I have the honor of obeying him. He chooses to use ME, God doesn't need me to help him - I have the privilege of being a part of his mission.

This was a continuation of what God was already showing me through this short video by Francis Chan. Ouch, ouch, and double ouch. I do get so caught up in this 'life', not even thinking about what would matter for eternity.

Have a great week, mine is packed - but what else is new? :)

be free
~noel

Passion & Urgency

Conviction dawns slowly, starting with a tiny prick and building until there is a throbbing ache in my soul.
My self rises up, once agin, to try and make excuses for what I have done. Selfishness oozes like a writhing, seething monster waiting just below the surface, ready to attack.
I have such good intentions. My heart's desire is to serve the Lord and love with all of my heart. And if love was just a feeling I would be completely in the right, yet, it is not - and I am completely in the wrong.
I long to stay in this place of contrition, with the full realization of what I need to change. I pray that I wake up in the morning with a mind and heart focused on the Holy Spirit.
This is not just for my sake, the cost is much higher than this. There are souls at stake here. Real, hurting, lost souls.
When I read the book of John I am made aware of the passion and urgency that Jesus had for us. And I wonder why I can't seem to grasp that same urgency and focus myself.
I hate my fickleness, my deceit and my lame, sorry excuses.
Oh God, please change me.

let your light so shine

My heart is twisting inside my chest.
My mind struggles to find the words that will make it all okay.
My soul longs for the Truth to be revealed.
My spirit prays, begging that Satan will not have any more influence.

Life seems terribly mundane, while the days go by, each with things to do and people to see.
All of that can change with one conversation, one situation, and life suddenly seems incredibly fragile, ready to shatter at a moments notice.
It may seem like I am talking about myself, that something tragic has happened in my own little box.
But, this is a false illusion.
Because there is no box.
There is a world full of people; beautiful, valuable, amazing people who need what I can give them. I have a gift, a message, a good news to tell anyone who will listen.
This good news is the Gospel.
Trading sorrow for joy. Sin for righteousness. Being forgotten to incredibly had. Giving all control for all-encompassing peace.
Jesus came, the Son of God, was perfect, died for the world, came back to life, went to prepare a place, left us to tell other people.
The most beautiful, and most hard thing is; it doesn't stop there.
Just 'telling' someone is not enough. How are they supposed to know what to do next? Does life get easier, with Jesus?
I asked this question to a 12 year old girl today, to which she replied; 'No! It doesn't get easier, its harder! Its hard being good.'
I like her honesty.

This next step is Discipleship, and it is one of the hardest (if not the hardest) things that I have ever done.
And perhaps the part that I struggle with the most is how much I care about these girls.
I love them, so much that the thought of them hurting or being led astray makes me physically ill.
This should give me the motivation to do anything and everything possible to help them grow closer to God, and encourage them in their daily struggles.
Yet, this is something that I am still trying to figure out. How to do this practically in my own life.
I need the mindset that nothing is too much, and have the willingness to follow the Holy Spirit in anything.

There is a helplessness in knowing that something is wrong, and having no idea what to do to fix it.
Prayer is the most powerful weapon I have, why is it often a last resort?
This must change.
I must change.
People are depending on me to show them Christ.

"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in Heaven." Matt 5:16

A sabbatical

That is where I have been. It sounds much better than 'way too busy to do anything but the most basic things and survive until a time when I can catch my breath and start doing things like this again.' See what I mean?
Even now, as I am taking the time to do this, I see a huge pile of clothes to put up, invitations to finish, papers to go through, and a room to clean.
Such is life. And right now my life consists of wedding plans, house remodel, and talking about Jesus to anyone I can find. Oh, and a wonderful fiancé, but that goes with the wedding part.
Did I just say wedding?? I did, didn't I? I am getting married. In a little over a month. It feels completely unreal..... Until I see the dress hanging in my closet, the invitations being sent out, and a house that will soon be mine.
What an overwhelming sense of 'this cannot be happening to me', coupled with, 'how am I so blessed?'
If you have a moment pray for me, I know that is selfish in a way, but I could use God's peace and wisdom right now. I have no idea what I am doing :) its great!
be free
~noel

the sirens call

There is one thing that we all have in common.
No matter where we live or what we do.
An emotion that everyone has experienced, whether or not they have always been loved, or had their heart broken.
A period in time that for a split second there is unity in something that actually causes the opposite of unity.

Alone.
Abandoned.
Outcast.
Ostracized.

But mostly alone.
Everyone thinks it.
Maybe at home, school, work, even with friends.
You think that you are the only one going through something, or that feels something, or thinks something.
Your thoughts start with;
I am they only one....
No one has ever....
No one understands....
Why am I.....

The very thing that we all have in common makes us feel alone.
Ironic.

God has made some pretty hefty promises about this.
Promises that would be impossible for anyone else to keep.
But, God can. He WILL never leave me. He will never forsake me. He will ALWAYS work things out for my own good.
Fact; I am never alone.

We had a very interesting discussion in class tonight, it was really good.
And it sparked this train of thought, that led to a conclusion that I have never thought of before.....
We were talking about our sin nature, and why God doesn't take it away when He saves us?
It would be so much easier if there was not that constant struggle every single day between what is right and what is wrong. If I was not constantly battling my flesh, if I automatically chose the right response. Without even thinking.
God saved me, from my sins, but I think that He saves me every day from my FLESH. Which might be where the whole 'work out your salvation with fear and trembling' thing might come in.......
If God was to take away that battle, would it be a cop out? Does God love me too much to give me the easy way? Would I feel as close to God if I didn't have to work for it? And do things that I am just given ever mean as much as the things that take effort?
(On a complete side note; From God's perspective; what would be the purpose of creating something that didn't need you? That didn't require your involvement every day on a consistent basis? Isn't that the whole reason of creation?)
My conclusion (so far) is this; I (we) choose to sin, it only makes sense that we have to CHOOSE to be holy.
That is just.
And there is no excuse, everyone chooses to sin, no matter who they are. We even keep choosing wrong AFTER we know the Truth.
How disgusting is that?
The truth is, if I choose to look at it this way (wow, there is that word again, choose), every struggle is an opportunity to love God. To serve Him. By making that right choice, and using the Holy Spirit's power to make it through the obstacles.
Another fact; there IS evil in the world, nothing can change that. Again, we made that choice.
God, in His mercy, provides us with everything we need to defeat it. Starting, and ending, with ourselves.

Phew.
I am all-theology-ed out.
That is quite a bit of deep thinking for so late :)
Have a blessed week, give evil a swift kick in the pants from me.
~noel

Penny for Your Thoughts

My thoughts are worth more than that, just in the fact that I have so many.
Though I think that they (thoughts)  are often like beauty, their value is attached by the individual, not as a collective whole. Some people's thoughts are more important to me than others, and I'm sure it works the other way around as well.
Many of my thoughts have generated out of the last few weeks, and what I have discovered is that a change of routine does much to change how or what I think about.
I love my routine, I think most people do. They have a certain way of doing things, in a certain order. Sure, we all like a little adventure, or surprise, but only a little, when we expect it.
My routine is drastically changed from what it was, say 4 months ago. I got a job; the biggest thing. It also feels like God is changing my whole paradigm, or world view. The priorities that I used to have are changing, the things I felt so strongly called to are shifting. And not even anything big being put in their place, just a feeling of wait. Be cautious, step back, let other people do that.
I am not really a wait, step back, let other people do that kind of girl.
Maybe that is why this is happening.........Silly I know.
Praying for the grace to accept changes, because I know the reason of the hope that I have within me.

be free
~noel

Life is not Fair.

Injustice.

The very word makes my backbone stiffen.

I realize that life is not fair, I have heard that my whole life.

But when I see people treating other people in a way that is not right it makes me angry, and sad.

Partiality is one part of this. The definition of partiality is: Unfair bias in favor of one thing or person compared with another; favoritism. 

I have seen this more and more lately, and I don't know what to do.

Do I address it? Ignore it? Hope it goes away? CAN I do anything? Change anything? Is it my place? Do people even realize they are showing partiality? 

Some of the people that I see who are doing this are not meaning to. They are not purposely excluding people, but it is happening none the less.

It has been so encouraging to see the change in focus, in my own heart and other, off of ourselves and to the lost and seeking them out.

The danger in this is getting so focused on the mission that you forget the people.
The body of Christ, your brothers and sisters who are just as important. We are called to build each other up, encourage each other, and watch out for everyone.

Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love. In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us.
- 1 John 4:7-12

In closing; (and on a lighter note) I found this picture as I was searching for the definition of partiality on Google, I happened to push the images and this is what came up. Enjoy :)

Be free, and love one another!

~noel

tears are falling. hearts are breaking.

How we need to hear from God.

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the world.

What I know seems very small compared to all of the fear, doubt, and confusion that surrounds me.
So many people are lost.
broken.
needy.
empty.
poor.
starving.
hopeless.

"For you say, I am rich, I have prospered, and I need nothing, not realizing that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked." Revelations 3:17


This, to me, accurately describes many of the attitudes that are popular in our culture.
The superman complex.
I don't need you, I don't need anyone, or anything, I can take care of myself.
All lies.
We desperately need a Savior.
I get so caught up the mundane. In the the everyday, and even in the 'church'.
When, in reality, its really quite simple. I need Jesus. So does everyone else. Its my job to tell them, and live my life in such a way that I am a living testimony to the love and power of God.

In closing I will say that I realize that it has been two full months since I posted, and yes, I am ashamed of myself. I will TRY to do better, no promises haha.

be free, live LOUD
~noel

order; the balm of my life

Chaos; turns me into a nervous, raging, stressed out shell of myself.

I can not emphasize how important order is to me.

Some people have called me a neat freak, or OCD (which really should be CDO)

I don't care about the label, I'm not a jar of pickles.

I am just a girl who likes things to have a place and be there, the last part is especially important.

Have I mentioned lately that God has a sense of humor?

He put me, the neat freak, in a family of 7 boys. Took away my sisters, made my mom incapacitated til May, and those 7 brothers have no brains.

I walk through the house and instantly I feel my shoulders tense. The chaos that surrounds me is depressing. 

Sure, I can do something about it, but it only last for an hour or so.

Ha. Funny one.

No solution is presenting itself to me at the present moment.

I will be away from home more starting next week, but that will make it worse, not better.

So, I sit here. With my glass of lemonade, and my computer. Wishing for a fairy, or a bomb. Either would work.

life ripples

Changes.

In schedules, relationships, habits, thoughts, ect.
I feel like my life can be separated into stages.
The child stage.
Tween stage.
Young adult stage.
And the 'Now stage'.

I am moving from the young adult stage to the next. Whatever it might be called.
And all of the change that is involved in that.
One of the hardest things for me is feeling like the exact same person while everything around me seems different.
In my own my mind I am not 'ready', whatever that means exactly. Like I should be able to choose what changes I want and when.
Ha.
I don't even want that, when I think about it.
Too much responsibility and pressure. *shudder*

I have always been grateful for having been born a girl. God knew what He was doing :)

be free
~noel

My Great Romance

He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.

He really loves me.
Forever and throughout all of eternity.

And this is best kind of romance, the greatest love story ever told.
Where the Hero gives everything for the girl, who is held captive by the most evil villain in all of time, history and space.
There is no getting to know each other, or debate over 'is this the right one?'
There is no one else, no other champion or savior.
No one that can save me from sin. Or myself.

Only Him.
And no one else.

In return for all of me, He promises to take care of me, to bless and protect me. To never forsake me.
He will always listen, always understand, and never back away.
When it feels like my world is falling apart His arms are there, holding me up, His hand stroking my hair, and His strong but gentle voice reassures me that He has everything under control.
There is no one stronger, more tender, or all powerful.

No one judges me in this relationship, or think its weird that He goes everywhere I go.
No one questions my loyalty, or thinks that I love Him more than I do them. Because I do, and its okay.

And even though He is continually breaking my heart I don't feel betrayed.
In my brokenness there is healing, and my love for Him is multiplied.

We never grow tired of each other's company, or run out of things to say.
He writes amazing love letters, and I try to sing Him songs.
He paints me pictures, in the sunset, and I am blown away.

I have forgotten Him, stood Him up, left Him, ignored Him, betrayed Him, disobeyed Him, and yelled at Him.
He doesn't care.
He forgives me, fights for me, takes me back, protects me, pursues me, and never ever stops loving me.

If there ever was an unconditional love this is it.
If there ever was a perfect fairy tale, this is it.
If there ever was anyone more undeserving, I am her.


Song of the Captive Princess


Would You open up my eyes
And show me the light
Take me away from this place
Would You open up my eyes and show me the light
'Cause I cannot make it alone
I need You, I need You
I need you, yes I need You
To free me
-shawn mcdonald

whispers of violet.

Yawning, I stretch as much as I can in the driver's seat of my little grey car.
My eyes feel itchy and tired.
It had been a long day, made even longer by the numbing headache that has been my constant companion.
Watching the road, intent on getting home, where food and bed awaits me, my mind wanders. Thoughts from the day, and feelings of pity for myself were the main themes.
I happen to glance up, heading West, and my breath catches.
The color starts on the left, light peach mixes with a blushing pink, spreading across the sky to the orange center.
To the right whispers of violet, etched in clouds, feather across the sky. The purple hue blending to blue then back to violet again.
My fingers itch for my camera, or a paintbrush (obviously forgetting that they have never painted a decent picture). Every part of my being longing to capture the beauty that is in front of me.
I sigh. Overwhelmed by the delicate, but awe-inspiring grace of the sunset.
As the seconds tick by the sky changes, subtle but sure. The pink fades, the violet slowly disappears into the blueish black of night.
In less than 5 minutes I experienced one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, and just like that it was gone.
Slipped away, to the other side of the world.
But, captured in my heart and memory.
The thing I keep pondering is the fact that the sunset happens every day, just like the sun rises, and the stars come out.
It is a constant.
And God made it beautiful.
Not only does He make it beautifully colorful, with light and shadows. But He makes it different every single time, no sunset is the same as any time the sun has set before it.
Every time the sun slips behind the horizon it displays a depth of creativity, and a passion for beauty.
God loves beauty. Even in things that seem not to matter.
I try to imagine this part of His nature, coupled with His power, and knowledge, His sense of justice and jealousy of anything or anyone that might take away from that.
He is strong, brave, righteous, holy, full of honor, worthy of reverence and fear, who in the old testament killed whole families for the indiscretion of one man.
He is also kind, loving, merciful, full of grace, passionate, gentle, understanding, a painter of sunsets, grower of flowers, nurturing, who loves children and cares about tiny birds.
I don't know how He fits all of that together, how all of that exists in Him, but it does.
He is.
All of that. And so much more.
Anything I try to say about Him falls so very short.

My last thought, for this post, is;
If this is the God I serve, and I believe that it is, then my only response can be total and complete surrender.
The only appropriate worship and adoration being to spend my whole life knowing Him, falling more in love with Him, and abandoning everything in order to follow Him.

be abandoned, *to God*
~noel

snow. snow. snow. snow!

Snowed in.

At first it was lovely.

Beautiful white scenery, time to rest and spend with family.
I had this this idea of getting things done that I have been putting off..........but, I only accomplished a few.
Oh well.
I have caught up on sleep, read, spent time with family, and stalked this amazing blog for hours.
Last night I caught a baking bug and made these scones;

Very easy to make, recipe here

I was quite pleased with the results. (as you can see)

No laughing. This is me; in all my natural glory hehe.
I'm trying to be more productive today, so far I've cleaned the bathrooms, hung up my clothes......I've had a thought about mopping the floors, but we'll see if I get that far :P

be free
~noel

Big, Beautiful, Blue Sky

Such a beautiful day

Not a cloud in the sky

And to think that some days

All I can wonder is why?

This is not one of those days

Because as I stare into the sky

That beautiful blue doesn't ask 'why?'

Somehow, some way

I have all of my answers

Like where to go, what to do,
And why do people die of cancer
Those answers might not be
The ones you would expect

But, God is in control
And I do not have to worry about
"What is next?"

'A dream is a wish your heart makes'

I usually do not agree with most things 'Disney', but I think they may have gotten this one right.

The only thing thing they missed is how much it hurts for that dream to not become reality.

It is hard.

There is an ache in the center of my chest, and my eyes burn with unshed tears.

Which I know are the first of many.

I have rarely experienced the strength of emotions that I have experienced in connection to Africa.

The nations and people have stolen my heart, and I will never be the same.

Because of this I want to go back again, and again, and again.
My honest thought was that I was going again this year, to Uganda and Rwanda.
I prayed, and prayed, and prayed. All through September, October, November, and December. Waiting for an answer. For a 'Yes' or 'No'.
All I heard was wait.
I have tried many times to hear that yes, to make something seem like 'a sign'. But I knew that it never was.

Until recently.

It is hard to describe the wrestling of my spirit and flesh, the tears, cries, confusion, and even anger.

I am convinced that it is 'No'.
And this breaks my heart.
I want to go.
To know that I will be missing so much.

The joy of the pastors.

The laughter of children.

The passion and boldness of preachers, evangelists, and people like me, only in a different country.
Holding beautiful babies.
Sharing Jesus with students, so open and ready.

Seeing myself change in ways I never thought possible.
Being part of something so much bigger than myself. A team.

Right now I'm not sure what I am feeling.
But hopefully soon I will have the peace that I know will come.

letting go,

~noel