Examiner Application Article With Local Touch

In downtown Omaha, there is a square of shops called the Old Market.  It is where friends go on walks, lone people go to think, and where couples end up after a good walk and conversation.  In the Old Market, you can find all sorts of people:  old couples who have been married for years yet still find romance deep inside, young couples who have just started out and already know it isn’t heading anywhere, and those in between holding hands as they cross the street.  You see happy couples snogging under trees by the water and others giggling as they feed the geese.  If seen with the right eye, it is a romantic place.  It is a place I enjoy going with my husband just to spend time with him.  After all, simply spending time with the one you love with no electric distractions is a blissful thing.  It is a wonderful feeling to be able to get close to that special someone and not feel second to the laptop or video game.  To be able to hold hands without being shoved away for the next kill or post on Twitter.  To know that you are truly loved without that nagging feeling in the back of your skull.  So husbands, put down the controller and take your wife out.  Do something special.  It doesn’t have to cost money.  Wives, if you are the one playing video games or gossiping on FaceBook, put it down and go watch him fix the car or something.  Just spend time together.  It will bless your marriage.  Trust me.

Love Hurts… But Why?

Originally written December 6-08

There is something about love that makes people both happy and depressed at the same time. It’s amazing that something so amazing; something God more than created but expresses… IS… can do something like that to a person. We’ve all heard the phrase “Love hurts,” and most of us have heard the phrase “loving someone so much it hurts.” Well, these are both such true statements.

I have only loved as much as I do now once, and as days grow by, I am realizing that I love more than I have before, and there are times where I could just cry, because I love him so much. I don’t know why my heart aches like it does, but it does, and I accept it as the latter phrase (loving someone so much it hurts).

Somedays, when we must part for a time, we feel as if we will be seperated for eternity, and it hurts us. Why is it this way? God is love, God created love, etc… So why is there pain with this wonderful emotion?

“I won’t be gone for eternity; just a month or less.” How many times have I said this? And yet, there is a certain pain; a certain depression that follows, as if I will be gone forever. I don’t like this feeling, yet it remains. I will be back…

I can’t allow myself to screw up the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I won’t. I WILL be back! And I will be strong. I love him, and though “love hurts” I will remain loving him. He is my love and my life.

I love him so much it hurts sometimes, but that’s what love is. I don’t understand it, but I will accept it, because love is from God… love is God.

Amazing Grace

Originally written November 22-08

The other day, I was thinking about how God has been gracious and has blessed me even though I truthfully don’t deserve it. I got to thinking about so many Christians who get angry that they are not being blessed, but one who doesn’t even believe in God is. I’ll admit the fear gripped me as I thought of the phrase “They’re getting the only heaven they know…” but I also realized that I was blessed because of God’s Grace… His wonderful, amazing Grace.

I’ve made some dumb choices recently, and I have suffered the consequences. I prayed a lot and pretty much was like, “OK, God.. Umm… I’d rather this happen than this, but it’s in Your Will. Just please don’t let this happen if this…” You know what I mean. You’ve done it, too, I’m sure. Well, the “this” I had rather happened did, which is an annoying “this” but I still thanked God and did not complain. And because he has blessed me, I am choosing to not make the same dumb choices, as tempting as they are to make.

I have heard the phrase, “If you are not living right with God, He won’t bless you.” (or something to that effect.) At the time, I was sinning majorly and not feeling guilty about it, but when I heard that, I got to thinking about how I hadn’t had any financial help for school, and that was the thing that scared me most. Did I live better? To be honest, no, and I still didn’t get anything ‘cept loans.

Still, I thought I would share my thoughts about how Christians are still blessed even though we sin just as much as the man next door that doesn’t even believe God is anything but a made up character in a book. Why should we be blessed and not them simply for believing? I know my mind cleared up, and next time I see someone rich who doesn’t believe in God, I’m not going to look down on them and say “Well this is the only heaven they’ll know” or “God should smite them instead of bless them.” I may walk over to them (if I was able to) and say “God has blessed you.” See where THAT goes!

God? Nevermind… I’m Not Listening Anyway…

Originally written September 29-08

How many times have we said that? Or meant it… Or that’s how our actions spoke?

I got to thinking today about how people turn to God for advice, but they don’t really want to hear the answer, so they block it out and do their own thing anyway. Takes the whole meaning out of it, doesn’t it? And sometimes, God remains quiet, because He knows you won’t listen anyway… And then we get aggravated at His silence!

I’ll admit to it! I’ve asked God the whole “What do I do?” thing. I didn’t want to hear His answer. Either way, it would hurt me, but if I continued down the path I was heading, I would still get hurt, and probably ten times as much!

So what if we actually prayed it and listened! And then… uh oh hang on to your seats… OBEYED! When we ask Him what we should do, really mean it. Ask Him sincerely, and if you’re not planning on listening to Him in the first place, don’t bother asking.

Wow… this sounds really harsh…. Sorry..

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