If you go through all of my facebook pictures, you will notice that I wear a necklace that has the face of a compass...it was a gift from my "big brother" david, about five years ago. I wear it almost constantly, and there is a wonderful story behind it. When it was given to me, I was told that it represents God's direction in your life. Like true North, God is the magnetic force that you should choose to allow to guide your path.
Well today I had an older man ask me about it...the conversation went a little something like this:
"Is that a compass you're wearing?"
"Yes" (as i hold it out for inspection)
"That is so intriguing. I have a degree in geography, so things like that catch my eye. It's beautiful"
I thanked him and then proceeded to tell him where it came from and the meaning behind it. He chuckled a bit, and then looked me straight in the eye and said, "You know, when people ask me if they can get me something, or if I need anything, I often reply that I need direction in my life." He chuckled again, and I couldn't help but think, that maybe someone had already planted a seed, and maybe, just maybe, it was my turn to water it.
Its kinda neat, meeting all the people God has put along my path.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Weed-Wacking
Yesterday I had the opportunity to spend some amazing quality time with one of my "other families." The Stackhouse family has been a huge part of my life since...well, since I was born. You see I am the oldest of four children, so I don't have any older blood-siblings. However, family is who you make it, and in that sense, I have an older brother, David, and an older sister, Lynsey.
I have always been extremely attached to these two individuals. I used to cry because I didn't want to leave their house (which I have now outgrown.) Lynsey and I have always been close, sharing toys and clothes when we were together, thoughts and memories as we got older, and dreams and plans as we went out into the world "on our own." Some days were filled with laughter, others with tears, but we have made it this far and I can't wait to see what more God has in store for each of us :)
Yet, while having an older sister is a wonderful thing, the bond that a young lady can have with her older brother is nothing short of amazing. David and I have always had an extremely unique relationship. There is five years between the two of us, and since we spent the majority of our childhoods living at least three hours apart, we never went through the "Mom! She's annoying me!/He's being mean to me!" phases.
From the beginning, David took me under his wing, and was a sort of nurturer. When he was a senior in high school, my family took a trip to see his, and as everyone else was getting ready for bed, he grabbed his keys and took me to Starbucks. The conversation that would follow was the first of many marking major milestones in my life. You see I was twelve at the time, and he knew that in the next few months, I would be hitting those hard teen years, where no matter what you do, it feels like some part of your world is about to fall apart. He wanted to make sure that I knew where my foundation needed to be. We were all raised in church, but growing up a church-goer doesn't make you a believer. That was the concept he shared with me that night, and though I already knew that, it put things in a very new and different light for me.
Having had a hundred conversations over the years, I can honestly tell you that it didn't surprise me a bit when David announced that he was going to Seminary. You see, he has been blessed with the gift of wisdom, and throughout my life, has made certain that he never misses an opportunity to share a bit of it with me. We have had many many conversations like that since then, but last night's conversation took an unexpected turn. I was asking questions about his organization, SOMA, and we started talking about the hopes that I have to one day start an eating disorder clinic/rehab, and to make a long story shorter, and we ended up talking about my battle with anorexia. but it was not the normal conversation I have with people when they ask me about my disease. David took on a whole new perspective, and compared it, and the (previous) constant presence of a boyfriend in my life, to that of a hollywood actress.
You see the point that he presented to me was that the eating disorder itself was not the problem. The boyfriends were not the problem. The uncertainty about a dream I've had was not the problem. So while I could cut those things out of my life, I wouldn't ever really be rid of them, until I faced what the real problem was; like weed-wacking, or trimming a hedge, only to have it grow back scraggly and more full again and again.
So he posed the question "what is the real problem?" I just looked at him very confused for a long moment, knowing he was right, but not seeing how.
"Let me put it to you like this. I think you're trying to work the math problem backwards." He held out his hand in a cupped position as if he were holding the problem in it. "You can trim away at the hedge all day long and you are still going to have a hedge unless you pull it up by the root. Your problem, is that you lack the understanding of your own identity in Christ. You don't know who you are."
Well that really hit home, because like I said, he was right. I spend so much time feeling like a lost traveler, knowing I need to be somewhere, but blindly walking on a journey, without enough faith to see that I have a destination. Logically, the idea would be to trim away at the hedge so that you can see the trunk more clearly, which may very well be a necessary step. But it can't stop there. because unless you get rid of the bad root, the effects that you initially see as real problems are going to continue to come back. You have to throw away the bad root. Kill the part of you that disgusts yourself, and have complete faith that God is going to make the New you whole and good.
We had a long discussion about all the things we have done, that we are ashamed of, or that we have had a hard time forgiving ourselves for, things that make us unhappy or disgusted with ourselves. And I talked about how becoming close to people is not easy for me, because when you are upset with yourself, and you tell your best friend, you don't have to rehash all that bad stuff to get them to understand why you feel the way you do. and yet again, David gave me one of the most profound statements I have ever heard.
"Maybe, that is part of the healing. Maybe, rehashing all that bad stuff, maybe letting your guard down enough to let someone new in is how you overcome everything that you harbor on the inside."
Maybe, just maybe, this is where the healing begins.
David prayed for me and with me, and then hugged me, and said "okay, I'll let you talk to him now." Then he walked back inside and left me standing on the back of a houseboat staring at the stars with nothing obstructing my direct line to God. and I prayed. and cried. and really truly came to know what it meant to be broken. You see, I wasn't broken by God. I was broken by the fact that I had to bring before him all the blood on my hands, and say Daddy, wash it off.
But after that happened, a peace fell over me. A peace like I have never felt before. and the old hym "it is well with my soul" popped into my head. A star shot across the sky, and I was yet again in absolute awe of how majestic my Savior is; how incredible his forgiveness is; how much he cares for me.
So, I may not know the next step. I may not be sure of what is going to happen, and I may be terrified at times, but I guarantee you one thing, I am going to have enough faith that when I tell that mountain not to "move," but to "Jump," it is going to say "How High?" and I am going to spend my days worshipping the God, who Loves me.
Redeemed and Renewed,
Lacy
I have always been extremely attached to these two individuals. I used to cry because I didn't want to leave their house (which I have now outgrown.) Lynsey and I have always been close, sharing toys and clothes when we were together, thoughts and memories as we got older, and dreams and plans as we went out into the world "on our own." Some days were filled with laughter, others with tears, but we have made it this far and I can't wait to see what more God has in store for each of us :)
Yet, while having an older sister is a wonderful thing, the bond that a young lady can have with her older brother is nothing short of amazing. David and I have always had an extremely unique relationship. There is five years between the two of us, and since we spent the majority of our childhoods living at least three hours apart, we never went through the "Mom! She's annoying me!/He's being mean to me!" phases.
From the beginning, David took me under his wing, and was a sort of nurturer. When he was a senior in high school, my family took a trip to see his, and as everyone else was getting ready for bed, he grabbed his keys and took me to Starbucks. The conversation that would follow was the first of many marking major milestones in my life. You see I was twelve at the time, and he knew that in the next few months, I would be hitting those hard teen years, where no matter what you do, it feels like some part of your world is about to fall apart. He wanted to make sure that I knew where my foundation needed to be. We were all raised in church, but growing up a church-goer doesn't make you a believer. That was the concept he shared with me that night, and though I already knew that, it put things in a very new and different light for me.
Having had a hundred conversations over the years, I can honestly tell you that it didn't surprise me a bit when David announced that he was going to Seminary. You see, he has been blessed with the gift of wisdom, and throughout my life, has made certain that he never misses an opportunity to share a bit of it with me. We have had many many conversations like that since then, but last night's conversation took an unexpected turn. I was asking questions about his organization, SOMA, and we started talking about the hopes that I have to one day start an eating disorder clinic/rehab, and to make a long story shorter, and we ended up talking about my battle with anorexia. but it was not the normal conversation I have with people when they ask me about my disease. David took on a whole new perspective, and compared it, and the (previous) constant presence of a boyfriend in my life, to that of a hollywood actress.
You see the point that he presented to me was that the eating disorder itself was not the problem. The boyfriends were not the problem. The uncertainty about a dream I've had was not the problem. So while I could cut those things out of my life, I wouldn't ever really be rid of them, until I faced what the real problem was; like weed-wacking, or trimming a hedge, only to have it grow back scraggly and more full again and again.
So he posed the question "what is the real problem?" I just looked at him very confused for a long moment, knowing he was right, but not seeing how.
"Let me put it to you like this. I think you're trying to work the math problem backwards." He held out his hand in a cupped position as if he were holding the problem in it. "You can trim away at the hedge all day long and you are still going to have a hedge unless you pull it up by the root. Your problem, is that you lack the understanding of your own identity in Christ. You don't know who you are."
Well that really hit home, because like I said, he was right. I spend so much time feeling like a lost traveler, knowing I need to be somewhere, but blindly walking on a journey, without enough faith to see that I have a destination. Logically, the idea would be to trim away at the hedge so that you can see the trunk more clearly, which may very well be a necessary step. But it can't stop there. because unless you get rid of the bad root, the effects that you initially see as real problems are going to continue to come back. You have to throw away the bad root. Kill the part of you that disgusts yourself, and have complete faith that God is going to make the New you whole and good.
We had a long discussion about all the things we have done, that we are ashamed of, or that we have had a hard time forgiving ourselves for, things that make us unhappy or disgusted with ourselves. And I talked about how becoming close to people is not easy for me, because when you are upset with yourself, and you tell your best friend, you don't have to rehash all that bad stuff to get them to understand why you feel the way you do. and yet again, David gave me one of the most profound statements I have ever heard.
"Maybe, that is part of the healing. Maybe, rehashing all that bad stuff, maybe letting your guard down enough to let someone new in is how you overcome everything that you harbor on the inside."
Maybe, just maybe, this is where the healing begins.
David prayed for me and with me, and then hugged me, and said "okay, I'll let you talk to him now." Then he walked back inside and left me standing on the back of a houseboat staring at the stars with nothing obstructing my direct line to God. and I prayed. and cried. and really truly came to know what it meant to be broken. You see, I wasn't broken by God. I was broken by the fact that I had to bring before him all the blood on my hands, and say Daddy, wash it off.
But after that happened, a peace fell over me. A peace like I have never felt before. and the old hym "it is well with my soul" popped into my head. A star shot across the sky, and I was yet again in absolute awe of how majestic my Savior is; how incredible his forgiveness is; how much he cares for me.
So, I may not know the next step. I may not be sure of what is going to happen, and I may be terrified at times, but I guarantee you one thing, I am going to have enough faith that when I tell that mountain not to "move," but to "Jump," it is going to say "How High?" and I am going to spend my days worshipping the God, who Loves me.
Redeemed and Renewed,
Lacy
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
True beauty :)
Throughout my day at work, I meet a lot of people, and seeing as it is easier to remember these people from time to time if you notice something unique about them, I make it a point during our short interactions to find something memorable about each person. Today, this beautiful black woman walked in. Her complexion was extremely clear, she was tall and slender, and she had a beautiful smile.
In my line of work, appearance is very important. Beauty isn't necessary, but it doesn't hurt either. I have spent years and years being envious of the beauty of those around me. I suffered for a long time with my personal image, and still do though not nearly to the extent that I did in the past. However, having the pressure to constantly exude an outward beauty is not easy at all.
Which brings us back to the beautiful lady in the lobby today. During my interaction with her, I discovered that she not only had a gorgeous outward appearance, but a bubbly personality as well. She was beyond gracious. She was thankful and happy and just a joy to be around. I found myself craving that beauty, wanting to be able to feel it from the center of my core. I found myself wanting others to notice those same characteristics in my own being.
A few hours after the lady left, she called to check her balance. I had the honor of helping her yet again, and before we hung up, she thanked me, and told me that I was so sweet and beautiful.
One last thing I forgot to mention...She was completely blind, and that gift has allowed her to see clearer than anyone I have ever come in contact with. THAT is the kind of beauty I want to spend everyday striving for.
In my line of work, appearance is very important. Beauty isn't necessary, but it doesn't hurt either. I have spent years and years being envious of the beauty of those around me. I suffered for a long time with my personal image, and still do though not nearly to the extent that I did in the past. However, having the pressure to constantly exude an outward beauty is not easy at all.
Which brings us back to the beautiful lady in the lobby today. During my interaction with her, I discovered that she not only had a gorgeous outward appearance, but a bubbly personality as well. She was beyond gracious. She was thankful and happy and just a joy to be around. I found myself craving that beauty, wanting to be able to feel it from the center of my core. I found myself wanting others to notice those same characteristics in my own being.
A few hours after the lady left, she called to check her balance. I had the honor of helping her yet again, and before we hung up, she thanked me, and told me that I was so sweet and beautiful.
One last thing I forgot to mention...She was completely blind, and that gift has allowed her to see clearer than anyone I have ever come in contact with. THAT is the kind of beauty I want to spend everyday striving for.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Oh the Olympics :) London 2012
There is a time once every four years, where the world takes two weeks to forget everything that clogs everyday life, cross all the borders, and draw together in the spirit of The Games.
For generations, the Olympic Games themselves and all the athletes who compete in them have offered relief in times of trouble and conflict. They have been a distraction from the toils and trials that come into our lives. Above all, they have inspired. Inspired us to do our best, to push ourselves just a little further, to strive to reach that next bar, whether that be in athletics, in our schools, or in our workplaces. They are the elite, and they represent the potential we all have inside of us.
Every now and then, there is one Olympic athlete who rises above the rest.
Now, it is no secret that I am a huge fan of Michael Phelps. I find him to be a source of inspiration in my own life, and no, it's not because of the fact that he is a beast in the swimming pool. Granted, that was what snagged my attention in the first place, but if you look deeper, you will find that as is true with most cases, there is much more than meets the eye.
The world was beyond intrigued after Bejing, when Phelps blew absolutely every record out of the water (literally.) However, while it is amazing to revel in the fact that Olympians are super human, we must also remember that they are just as human as you and I. Americans were beyond disappointed when a photo surfaced of Michael at a party. But that was where the story got even more intriguing to me. Phelps lost his endorsements, got suspended from the U.S. swim team, and kind of fell off the surface of the earth for a while.
Now many people would have blamed it on the fact that they had no childhood because of all the grueling training they went through, or threw in the towel, knowing that they already had the most gold medals from one athlete in a single Olympics in history. Instead, Phelps took the time to refocus...and long story short came back to break even more Olympic records. Never in history had a swimmer won 3 Olympic golds in the same event...Phelps did it twice. Then he smashed the 48 year old record for the most medals won by a single Olympian. Previously, the record had been 18 medals. Phelps now has 18 Gold, 2 Silver, 2 Bronze for a total of 22.
In his "Goodbye" interview, Phelps humbled himself in front of the nation, admiting his faults, taking responsibility for his defeats, and most importantly, CeLeBrAtInG his accomplishments, stating that he could honestly look back "and not say 'What if.'" I feel that that is cause for celebration.
More history was made when yet again Jamaica's Usain Bolt broke world records as the fastest man in the world, and for the first time ever, a double amputee ran against able bodied competitors. The best part of that? Besides breaking down the barrier, he accomplished his own goals by making the semi finals in his event.
That, accompanied by Misty Mae Treanor, and Kerri Walsh-Jennings three-peat golds in sand volleyball, Missy Franklin, Ryan Lochte, Nathan Adrian, Dana Vollmer and the rest of the swim team's incredible performances in the pool, The Fab Five's all-around Gold and our soaring men in gymnastics, and all the other countless (104 to be exact) medals we won, out medaling everyone else, not just in total, but in all three separate medals (46 gold, 29 silver, 29 bronze) as well, should give the United States plenty of reason to be filled with pride and joy.
Congrats to all the Olympians who broke down walls, raced longer. Ran faster. Swam harder. Flew higher. You made it! You did it! You've inspired us all :) I wish you the best, and we'll see you in Rio!
For generations, the Olympic Games themselves and all the athletes who compete in them have offered relief in times of trouble and conflict. They have been a distraction from the toils and trials that come into our lives. Above all, they have inspired. Inspired us to do our best, to push ourselves just a little further, to strive to reach that next bar, whether that be in athletics, in our schools, or in our workplaces. They are the elite, and they represent the potential we all have inside of us.
Every now and then, there is one Olympic athlete who rises above the rest.
Now, it is no secret that I am a huge fan of Michael Phelps. I find him to be a source of inspiration in my own life, and no, it's not because of the fact that he is a beast in the swimming pool. Granted, that was what snagged my attention in the first place, but if you look deeper, you will find that as is true with most cases, there is much more than meets the eye.
The world was beyond intrigued after Bejing, when Phelps blew absolutely every record out of the water (literally.) However, while it is amazing to revel in the fact that Olympians are super human, we must also remember that they are just as human as you and I. Americans were beyond disappointed when a photo surfaced of Michael at a party. But that was where the story got even more intriguing to me. Phelps lost his endorsements, got suspended from the U.S. swim team, and kind of fell off the surface of the earth for a while.
Now many people would have blamed it on the fact that they had no childhood because of all the grueling training they went through, or threw in the towel, knowing that they already had the most gold medals from one athlete in a single Olympics in history. Instead, Phelps took the time to refocus...and long story short came back to break even more Olympic records. Never in history had a swimmer won 3 Olympic golds in the same event...Phelps did it twice. Then he smashed the 48 year old record for the most medals won by a single Olympian. Previously, the record had been 18 medals. Phelps now has 18 Gold, 2 Silver, 2 Bronze for a total of 22.
In his "Goodbye" interview, Phelps humbled himself in front of the nation, admiting his faults, taking responsibility for his defeats, and most importantly, CeLeBrAtInG his accomplishments, stating that he could honestly look back "and not say 'What if.'" I feel that that is cause for celebration.
More history was made when yet again Jamaica's Usain Bolt broke world records as the fastest man in the world, and for the first time ever, a double amputee ran against able bodied competitors. The best part of that? Besides breaking down the barrier, he accomplished his own goals by making the semi finals in his event.
That, accompanied by Misty Mae Treanor, and Kerri Walsh-Jennings three-peat golds in sand volleyball, Missy Franklin, Ryan Lochte, Nathan Adrian, Dana Vollmer and the rest of the swim team's incredible performances in the pool, The Fab Five's all-around Gold and our soaring men in gymnastics, and all the other countless (104 to be exact) medals we won, out medaling everyone else, not just in total, but in all three separate medals (46 gold, 29 silver, 29 bronze) as well, should give the United States plenty of reason to be filled with pride and joy.
Congrats to all the Olympians who broke down walls, raced longer. Ran faster. Swam harder. Flew higher. You made it! You did it! You've inspired us all :) I wish you the best, and we'll see you in Rio!
Friday, August 3, 2012
Simply Love
Oh where to even begin?!? I suppose this all started a few weeks ago...
As all of you know, summertime is a wonderful time for teens. You get to take off from school and kick back with friends and yes, have that little summer romance.
Well my "summer romances" have been slightly disasterous to say the very least. Here is a short little run down... The first guy was extremely cynical, but for reasons that I could not understand at the time, I was beyond attracted to him. After the short couple weeks of late night conversations, and the taper off at the end, I finally realized that it was his ambition that I found so attractive.
The second guy was one that I had built up in my head for years, but when I finally got to spend some one-on-one time with him, the outcome resembled that of a big fish that you caught when you were a child and then grow up to realize that it really isn't as big as you remember.
The third was an absolute disaster. He seemed alright at the beginning...smiley, successful parents, really nice car... I went on exactly one date with that guy. As we were driving past our college campus, a campus police officer pulled out behind us, at which point he made the comment that he was glad he took all the weed out of his car before he picked me up. I freaked and promptly told him he could take me home. I absolutely am not about to throw away my brilliant future for a dumb boy who smokes too much.
So I figure three strikes and you're out right. That was my metality when I sat down on my bed and called my "big brother," David. After telling him about how great things were going in the dating department, he came about with his witty and calming sense of complete understanding. There is no better way to describe David than as the most discering man I have ever met. "I have this crazy idea..." he said to me. "Okay, shoot." "How 'bout you just not date anyone for a while."
And there it was. The thoughts that had been spinning uncontrollably inside of my head, netted and molded into a single sentence, awaiting my commitment. Here's the thing though... I have major commitment issues. I have no trouble sticking to something, as long as it's just an idea, something I can mold and change, but once I actually commit, it feels so set in stone, and I begin to feel trapped and start looking for an escape. The idea of actually saying, "I will not date" and following through struck an instant panic inside me.
So I had to decide in a split second what to do, and in the end, there was never really a choice. No comparison in the two outcomes. I was at a fork in the road, knowing that I could continue on the way I was going, or I could veer to the Right; take the path less traveled; and while I had no idea where the journey would lead me, I knew that it was really the only way to go.
Because I was tired of mediocre. Tired of settling for (in the words of the poet Janette...IKZ) those sorta-kinda's. "You know, sorta-kinda right, sorta-kinda wrong. His first name Luke. His last name Warm." Tired of the "close-enough." because you see "The bad thing is that I knew he wasn't you from the beginning. Because in the begining was the word, and he didn't even sound or shine like your Son." So I made the only choice there was to make. I said "Okay."
Now okay can mean so many things, but for me, in that moment, it meant everything. It meant taking a plunge into the great unknown; heading off into uncharted territory; letting go, and trusting God. That one word sealed my committment.
Because I have decided that I want that real Love. You know, the kind with the BIG L. Not the kind you have for music, or painting, or running, or whatever else you do that touches your soul. Not just the kind that you have for best friends, or siblings, or anyone else that holds a special place in your heart. I want the PURE love that comes from waiting and trusting God, and his plan for me. I want that one, THE one...you know that man that God made specifically for me.
I have spent at lot of time over the past few years, on my knees before my Father praying for the man that he has in mind for me. Praying for my husband, knowing that I may not have even met him yet. If I have the faith to do that, then what on Earth would have put the thought in my head that the man created specifically for me would be doing anything less than preparing himself for me. and praying that I may be preparing myself for him as well. Why on Earth would I settle?
I know that he is out there and when we finally discover one another, it will be glorious, just as our Savior planned it to be. So while I am certain that this journey has the potential to be long, I give up all my selfish earthly desires to be held, and I, Lacy Brianne, hereby commit to wait on You, My Lord, to deliver to me, you my husband.
I look forward to having my eyes opened to you, and will be sending prayers your way until then.
With all my Love,
Lacy
P.S. I encourage everyone to check out this video, and really take her words to heart. Strive to be like the women and men listed in those verses. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igCj3jsbcqs&feature=youtube_gdata_player God has really given Janelle a gift for words. I was beyond spoken to by this.
As all of you know, summertime is a wonderful time for teens. You get to take off from school and kick back with friends and yes, have that little summer romance.
Well my "summer romances" have been slightly disasterous to say the very least. Here is a short little run down... The first guy was extremely cynical, but for reasons that I could not understand at the time, I was beyond attracted to him. After the short couple weeks of late night conversations, and the taper off at the end, I finally realized that it was his ambition that I found so attractive.
The second guy was one that I had built up in my head for years, but when I finally got to spend some one-on-one time with him, the outcome resembled that of a big fish that you caught when you were a child and then grow up to realize that it really isn't as big as you remember.
The third was an absolute disaster. He seemed alright at the beginning...smiley, successful parents, really nice car... I went on exactly one date with that guy. As we were driving past our college campus, a campus police officer pulled out behind us, at which point he made the comment that he was glad he took all the weed out of his car before he picked me up. I freaked and promptly told him he could take me home. I absolutely am not about to throw away my brilliant future for a dumb boy who smokes too much.
So I figure three strikes and you're out right. That was my metality when I sat down on my bed and called my "big brother," David. After telling him about how great things were going in the dating department, he came about with his witty and calming sense of complete understanding. There is no better way to describe David than as the most discering man I have ever met. "I have this crazy idea..." he said to me. "Okay, shoot." "How 'bout you just not date anyone for a while."
And there it was. The thoughts that had been spinning uncontrollably inside of my head, netted and molded into a single sentence, awaiting my commitment. Here's the thing though... I have major commitment issues. I have no trouble sticking to something, as long as it's just an idea, something I can mold and change, but once I actually commit, it feels so set in stone, and I begin to feel trapped and start looking for an escape. The idea of actually saying, "I will not date" and following through struck an instant panic inside me.
So I had to decide in a split second what to do, and in the end, there was never really a choice. No comparison in the two outcomes. I was at a fork in the road, knowing that I could continue on the way I was going, or I could veer to the Right; take the path less traveled; and while I had no idea where the journey would lead me, I knew that it was really the only way to go.
Because I was tired of mediocre. Tired of settling for (in the words of the poet Janette...IKZ) those sorta-kinda's. "You know, sorta-kinda right, sorta-kinda wrong. His first name Luke. His last name Warm." Tired of the "close-enough." because you see "The bad thing is that I knew he wasn't you from the beginning. Because in the begining was the word, and he didn't even sound or shine like your Son." So I made the only choice there was to make. I said "Okay."
Now okay can mean so many things, but for me, in that moment, it meant everything. It meant taking a plunge into the great unknown; heading off into uncharted territory; letting go, and trusting God. That one word sealed my committment.
Because I have decided that I want that real Love. You know, the kind with the BIG L. Not the kind you have for music, or painting, or running, or whatever else you do that touches your soul. Not just the kind that you have for best friends, or siblings, or anyone else that holds a special place in your heart. I want the PURE love that comes from waiting and trusting God, and his plan for me. I want that one, THE one...you know that man that God made specifically for me.
I have spent at lot of time over the past few years, on my knees before my Father praying for the man that he has in mind for me. Praying for my husband, knowing that I may not have even met him yet. If I have the faith to do that, then what on Earth would have put the thought in my head that the man created specifically for me would be doing anything less than preparing himself for me. and praying that I may be preparing myself for him as well. Why on Earth would I settle?
I know that he is out there and when we finally discover one another, it will be glorious, just as our Savior planned it to be. So while I am certain that this journey has the potential to be long, I give up all my selfish earthly desires to be held, and I, Lacy Brianne, hereby commit to wait on You, My Lord, to deliver to me, you my husband.
I look forward to having my eyes opened to you, and will be sending prayers your way until then.
With all my Love,
Lacy
P.S. I encourage everyone to check out this video, and really take her words to heart. Strive to be like the women and men listed in those verses. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igCj3jsbcqs&feature=youtube_gdata_player God has really given Janelle a gift for words. I was beyond spoken to by this.
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