I Ponder Thusly

I'd like to think of myself as being a stable individual, but if I said it, it is possible that I would be lying, depending on the definition of "stable."

Although... Joyce Meyer said in her book "Me and My Big Mouth!" that we can claim attributes for ourselves just by declaring that we have them, and this will make it happen. We can speak something into existence like God spoke the world into existence because we have a power similar to that of God's (being created in his image). I suppose "The tongue has the power of life and death, and they that love it will eat its fruit" from Proverbs might be an appropriate citation here.


So I should be shouting, "I am a stable!" Er, wait a minute. "I am stable! I am not a mindless amoeba!! Woot!" and be happy about it. Except I probably wouldn't say "Woot" because that's more of a Whatserface (and Tim) interjection and I like to mix things up a little and attempt to sound more smarter than everyone else. So, "Most Outstanding!" could do.

One thing I pride myself about myself is my versatility. If you are reading this and thinking right now, "JAC...VERSATILE? Yeah right," then, well, this may be one of those "speak-into-existence" experiments. I'm always up for self-improvement! Because hasn't God given me everything I need, and all of us everything we need, for a full life in Christ?

Anyway, I'm just so dern versatile, it amazes me. Yes, I can be far too easily given to disillusionment, but I can be just as easily given to unnatural happiness and contentment.

It's like a flick of a switch. First I might be Fraked out, man! but then...hey, watch the versatile switchover. I'm walkin on Sonshine! I'm being flexible enough to bend away from my carnal, self-absorbed tendencies after I recognize them. Ridding myself of stubbornness and rebellion against what I really know is right.

Props to me. And, props to Jenny C, CC Steve, Mike, Big Red, Chad, BJo, and Mom and Dad for nudging me to grow up. I mean, we all have struggles. I usually know how to make it through most all of my struggles deep down inside, but having people bring things to the surface for me is very helpful. I'm so glad God has shown his love to me just by random things people say.

Yes, Jenny, I will know what to do with my life before pigs fly - I thank you for the reminder. I enjoy the fact that you have confidence in this. CC Steve, thanks for reminding me to praise God through all situations in lieu of messy escapades. Mike, thanks for reminding me that pigs do fly; I fully agree. Big Red, it's great writing to you - its very encouraging to me somehow. Chad, thanks for being there for me as a brother in Christ and allowing the Holy Spirit to use you to speak to me. BJo, you B-Rockin my world, valuing my company and assuring me of the good things God has for me. Mom, thanks for talking to me. Dad, thanks for the 2-5 hugs I get every day. (Dad, thank you also for cooking so much for me, but please stop, as I now have 2-5 pounds to lose.)

God bless, all. Be excellent to each other.

Will pigs ever fly, really? And what all will happen when they do fly? A whole bunch of stuff, if the thousands who said "Such and such will happen when pigs fly" were telling the truth throughout the ages.

Some examples of what might happen when pigs fly:

• Ellie May will learn to be a lady.


• My dad will learn to say "Antonio Banderas" rather than "Antonio Bandero."


• Someone in Hollywood will stay with their spouse more than two years.


• Whatserface will tell the blogging world her answer to my question, "What will happen when pigs fly?" unabashedly.


• The antelopes will stop dwindling.


• Chris Farley (or better yet, Fred Astaire) will resurrect and make all my wildest dreams come true. -Just kidding-


• Minnesota will have some consistently enjoyable weather.


• I will move to Alaska or otherwhise figure out what I ought to do with my life!

Children! Children trapped in young adult bodies - are those who drown themselves in the virtual world of the role-playing game.

Lost in the imaginary, eyes stuffed with wonder, or is it wistfulness?

For they are not satisfied with this real life they are living! But is that so shocking? Every human soul yearns for more than this (at one time or another). But what we have to hold are images of Heaven and a great satisfaction knowing this life is a superb Adventure with great purpose! And that being just as it is - absent of faeries and dragons and trolls and elves. But, present of demons and angels and great bone-to-flesh spiritual power!

I pity those who do not truly live because they are lost in a parallel world - exciting, energizing - but temporal and actually non-existenct. If their eyes were opened - they could feed their eyes and imagination on the possibilities of a supernatural life in the presence of God...battling demons, building up the limitless power of Christ in themselves and others. These would make the best Christians - warriors not slack in their Work, because they'd recognize that they are on the winning side - the side of power - and they could envision victory as a real option...with faith like little children.

Lord, scoop these people up so they may serve you and not Satan, or themselves.

Some thoughts from a couple days ago...kind of cheesy, as most of what I write is, but it's meaningful to me.

I am realizing that
All my problems
Are really just all in my head --
I go with my emotions
When they really don't think much
And where's the sense in that?

It makes sense to
Live life to its fullest
Embrace each day, each person
Every single challenge!
Passionate! Ready! Standing up inside,
Fearless.
Afraid of no man, no scenario.

This body, this mind=just tools
Just actors (or props?) in a play.
I bend them, I make them,
They obey,
And I'll stand back and applaud when
They do exactly as I want them to do!

I will smile at every
Hunger pang, every creeping tiredness...
I rebuke their evils, any intentions,
But I recognize them,
For solely their existence
As they show me I am enveloped in
This play. It's real. It matters.
And I will make it what I want it to be.

A plot unfolding victories.

A Poem by Gerhard Tersteegan:

Thou hidden love of God, whose height,

Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows
I see from far Thy beauteous light,

Inly I sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in thee.

I am an exceptionally silly girl. At least I'm not exceptionally ill-natured. (Nay, tho slightly ill-natured!)

Ah yes. Life certainly is an adventure, isn't it?

1 Corinthians 1:9 (The Message)
9God, who got you started in this spiritual adventure, shares with us the life of his Son and our Master Jesus. He will never give up on you. Never forget that.