I was repulsed at the idea of an m88 prom queen. I hate dances, and I hate popularity contests. However, this contest is evidently different than a typical quarterback-cheerleader prom court.
My nomination is for one of the best friends I have ever and probably will ever have. In the event that:
A) Someone else other than myself is reading my blog by the time prom comes around,
B) This "someone" happens to be voting for the m88 prom king and queen, and
C) She is chosen as one of the top three nominees,
I hope that you will take to heart these words that are so inadequate to describe what how precious and deserving of your vote she is...
Certain believers are given the spiritual gift of serving (Romans 12). These are the individuals who willingly to do whatever is needed to help another and never seek recognition or accolade. Sara Wortman is one of these people.
I have been blessed to count Sara as one of my best friends for the past four years. The worst thing that can be said about Sara is that she cares too much. The best: that she is a perfect example of a friend.
Sara willingly gives up her own interests and desires to simply sit and comfort a friend mildly distressed. She will underplay her own accomplishments to overplay that small victories of another.
On one particular occasion, I was simply down. Confused about relationships, stressed with school and two jobs, and just removed from a fight with my mother. Though she was engaged that evening, she abandoned her plans, drove straight to my house, and spent the rest of the night drinking coffee and laughing about nonsense with me. I will never forget this seemingly simple act, because the heart of service behind it was so apparent.
Other people have been given the gift of service, but Sara Wortman is one of the best examples I’ve seen of someone surrendered to the Father and truly letting Him serve through her. She is truly deserving of the recognition that she has never sought.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
An Analytical Introduction
I am an analytical person. It is close to ridiculous. With that so eloquently stated, I can now explain the significance of this fact.
The first order of business for me in any circumstance is to attempt to completely and thoroughly understand my surroundings. Understanding eventually leads to me feeling like I am in control of what it going on.
Much of the past couple of years have been spent learning to surrender this need to control, because I am utterly incapable of running my life in a way that is glorifying to my King. I am stubborn, proud, impatient, dogmatic, argumentative, and self-reliant.
I am apparently a very audacious person, as well, to dare to write under the title of “Idylls of the King.” However, I’ll argue the legitimateness of this title:
“Idylls of the King” is actually a volume of poetry written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson to chronicle the stories of the legendary King Arthur. An “idyll” is defined by my Mac (Webster’s 1828 Dictionary currently alludes me...) as “an extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque episode or scene, typically an idealized or unsustainable one.”
I’m appearing more impudent by the minute. However, I’ll strive to never write “Idylls of Me” because they’d quickly become “Travesties of a Life Ill-Lived.”
As a Christian, I believe that the God Who produces love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control abides in me as I ask Him to guide each step of my life. While life’s circumstances aren’t alway described as “happy,” I submit that there is no happier place than knowing you’re in the center of God’s will. Those times that I’m surrendered as useable in the hands of the Master Craftsman will be extremely joyful and peaceful not because of anything I have done but because of the good and gracious God I serve. And these will be idylls of the King of Kings.
Having analyzed my own blog title, I’ll invite you to join me in following the Lord in reckless abandon wherever He leads. He’s leading me 2200 miles away from home to a situation I certainly cannot “control,” but He “will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in [Him].” (Isaiah 26:3)
The first order of business for me in any circumstance is to attempt to completely and thoroughly understand my surroundings. Understanding eventually leads to me feeling like I am in control of what it going on.
Much of the past couple of years have been spent learning to surrender this need to control, because I am utterly incapable of running my life in a way that is glorifying to my King. I am stubborn, proud, impatient, dogmatic, argumentative, and self-reliant.
I am apparently a very audacious person, as well, to dare to write under the title of “Idylls of the King.” However, I’ll argue the legitimateness of this title:
“Idylls of the King” is actually a volume of poetry written by Alfred, Lord Tennyson to chronicle the stories of the legendary King Arthur. An “idyll” is defined by my Mac (Webster’s 1828 Dictionary currently alludes me...) as “an extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque episode or scene, typically an idealized or unsustainable one.”
I’m appearing more impudent by the minute. However, I’ll strive to never write “Idylls of Me” because they’d quickly become “Travesties of a Life Ill-Lived.”
As a Christian, I believe that the God Who produces love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control abides in me as I ask Him to guide each step of my life. While life’s circumstances aren’t alway described as “happy,” I submit that there is no happier place than knowing you’re in the center of God’s will. Those times that I’m surrendered as useable in the hands of the Master Craftsman will be extremely joyful and peaceful not because of anything I have done but because of the good and gracious God I serve. And these will be idylls of the King of Kings.
Having analyzed my own blog title, I’ll invite you to join me in following the Lord in reckless abandon wherever He leads. He’s leading me 2200 miles away from home to a situation I certainly cannot “control,” but He “will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in [Him].” (Isaiah 26:3)
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