My Poo-Poo

Ok, so part of me laughs because I can picture some people saying "Why is Mia (who smells like roses) talking about her poo?" As people get to know me, I think they realize that there is so much crazy that goes on in my head and my filter is quite often lacking on how much crazy to unleash into the world. And if your still unbelieving, my family could attest to this as they get to see me in all my splendor, my insane splendor. But through the crazy the one thing that remains true is that I love Jesus. I'm flawed beyond measure, but man, do I love him and how I rest in his grace, mercy and forgiveness.

Now, back to my poo....

I realized today, after spending time with my prayer ladies, that My Poo, which in my life, is MY PRIDE and MY UN-FORGIVENESS, stinks up the place. My stinky un-forgiveness not only hinders me, but it hinders the work of God and His kingdom here on earth. He has called me to do something, but my pride keeps me from obedience.

The scary thing to me is that I see so clearly how my lack of obedience in this one area directly effects God's people and seeing THAT in me is ugly and it smells foul. What I do know is that God can use that nasty aroma, like smelling salts, to wake me up to a better aroma, the aroma of repentance. Oh, the sweet scent of forgiveness, the aroma of life.....

My prayer for myself today and for you is that we would be a sweet smelling offering, not because of what we can do, but because of what He has first done. We love because He first loved. We forgive, because He first forgave. We sing because He first sang over us.

So what is your poo? What is stinking up the place in your life and hindering what God has so clearly called you to do? Fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of your faith.

I don't want to keep my eyes on the rubbish, but on the one who make all things new!

I'm not stupid!

So I learned a few things this week

1. When telling a story and your kids start clapping and chanting "GREAT STORY! TELL-IT-AGAIN! GREAT STORY! TELL-IT-AGAIN!" What they are really saying is "Mom, that's a lame story, stop while there's still time for redemption."

2. It's a really cool feeling to say during an interview "...off the record"

3. I lack fear, not discernment. By God's leading and His power standing on the street at night near my car with an (admittedly) alcoholic homeless man by myself, talking with and sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ for him to have the opportunity to receive eternal life, makes me so unafraid of any physical harm that could come my way. Honestly, and I say this very sincerely, I would rather be attacked than to not share the Gospel with someone that Christ so clearly told me to share it with.

No fear in love. And as my friend, Sean, reminded me, it would be a lack of love to not share with someone the only truth that brings eternal life. There is no fear in love. Perfect loves cast it all out.

I love you!

PS ...the 4th thing I learned is that when you are at a baseball game you can yell out whatever you want as long as you say it twice, but leave that last word off the second time..i.e "Here we go Aaron, Here we go!" or "Make it happen now, make it happen!"

God is My All in All

What I am learning (again) is that God has gifted and equipped me to do far more than I think I am capable of.

His strength is made perfect in weakness.

That's all.

I can do nothing without Him.

OMG

I haven't written for a while~didn't quite have the words or motivation. Since my last post in December, I had the honor and privilege of sitting beside my Father as he took his final breath on this side of heaven. What a bitter sweet joy it was to know at that moment, in the twinkling of an eye, he was standing in the presence of the Almighty King, Jesus!

I could go on and on about the experience, but the words "honor" and "privilege" seem to sum it up. Life has been busy and going a 100 mph ever since. Aside from the natural mourning process, I have been trying to move forward in the music ministry that the Lord has laid before me. I have been trying to write and have just felt as though I was coming up short. It was pretty sad as I forced myself to write and nothing intelligible would come out....that was until the Lord, in His sweet timing, poured it in to my heart and soul allowing it to come out as a prayer in song.

This evening I had the joy of sharing my first song post my fathers passing. As I shared this song with the attendees, I explained this process to them along with these words.."loosing someone can cause us to do a couple things..We run away from God because we just don't understand OR we draw closer to God because we simply don't understand." This song, this prayer is what my journey caused me to do. It caused me to simply cry out to Him and say OMG

And a link to my Dad's obituary

OMG

c. 2/2012

Verse:

May it be my ambition to follow you

May it be in my soul to hope

May rejoicing that seemed far away,

Roll like thunder poured out anew

May I drown in your grace each day,

May my hunger for you cause me to….

Chorus:

To cry Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh My God

Bridge:

You are the One who has called me by name

Your blood is my salvation

Your righteous kiss upon my heart

Now fuels this holy passion