Take Time.

The past few days I have been doing a lot of wondering. I have been wondering how on earth I am supposed to fill another day with nothing and still go to bed at night feeling like I contributed or accomplished something. All the wondering (and waiting) has left me tired and significantly less motivated to get up and do it again the next day.

Thankfully, I get an occasional kick in the pants that spurs me back …

It came this week past week. I have been reading about and studying the life of Moses. This past week I began the book of Leviticus. As I was reading … trying not to get bogged down in the details of the regulations for offerings, sacrifice, daily living and celebrations … a question kept coming to mind, why so many laws? What was the point? The point was holiness according to God.

Only through Christ is our worship considered holy and pleasing to God and it can only be identified in our lives by living out God’s character with purity both inside and out. These are things I struggle with. When I realised that God Himself was taking the time to teach those who did not know about holy living I was brought to my knees – how amazing to know that He who was willing to teach His Israelite children; is willing (and even wants) to teach me what it means to be holy in His image.

I know in my excitement and readiness to go, I can lose sight of the real point of it all – which is for me to be holy and worthy of being called a “faithful servant.”

Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord;

Abide in Him always, and feed on His Word.

Make friends of God’s children, help those who are weak,

Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek.

Take time to be holy, the world rushes on;

Spend much time in secret, with Jesus alone.

By looking to Jesus, like Him thou shalt be;

Thy friends in thy conduct His likeness shall see.

Take time to be holy, let Him be thy Guide;

And run not before Him, whatever betide.

In joy or in sorrow, still follow the Lord,

And, looking to Jesus, still trust in His Word.

Take time to be holy, be calm in thy soul,

Each thought and each motive beneath His control.

Thus led by His Spirit to fountains of love,

Thou soon shalt be fitted for service above.

-William D. Longstaff, 1882

Mountains.

Since I have been home, I have resumed my Saturday morning runs with Pop. I am constantly amazed at the beauty that greets me each early weekend morning. I enjoy running down the path relishing the beauty of the mountains around me. However, it is hard to run and snap photographs at the same time! I have been doing some rehab on an ankle so this past Saturday I had a rare opportunity to carry my camera and catch a few pictures (that of course do not do the view justice). Ahhh, I just love my mountains!

A Study in Wardrobe or Boredom.

It is true. I have worn pajama pants every day since Christmas. The only exception of course is Sunday's for church. Whilst I know my parents roll their eye's at me for wearing my p,j,'s everywhere ... I would hate to leave them mortified and actually wear them Sunday morning's to church!

His First Snow.

On Monday my family and I went up to Zion National Park. We usually go on Thanksgiving day, but since I wasn't here my wonderful family decided to wait for me to get home before they went! Ah, how nice. We went up there with my Aunt N and had our traditional picnic lunch and hiking adventures. Since we don't usually got this late it the year there was TONS of snow and a bit of ice. The snow and ice made our favourite hikes more challenging and adventurous. Brain, of course went with us. It was his first experience with snow. He was not quite sure what to do when he first stepped on the snow. It took him a few minutes to decide to walk around and after a few face plants and feeble attempts to keep himself from sinking in the snow he seemed to warm up to the experience. Haha. He didn't seem to mind it as long as the sun was out!