More Randomness - What Else is New

Confession time:

1. I sneeze funny, at least this is what I have been told.

2. I love Cadbury Cream Eggs, deeply - actually in the last month I have consumed more of these little gems than I care to count.

3. I hate cotton balls, cotton balls to me is equivalent to nails on chalk boards
to others

4. I am a fraudulent baker - this one I must explain, often working with the
church I do visitations and being a small town girl at heart I feel the need to bring baking. I however, do not have a lot of time to bake so... I go to grocery store, buy baked goods, take them home put them on one of my plates,Saran wrap them and give them away. I never claim that I have made them, but the illusion is comforting.

5. My room mate is hot! For all you men out there, she is quite the catch! If you are interested you can let me know or check out GTBC, she is the Director. She is also sitting right here and therefore I need put a plug in for her!


I love to be dumb! I feel it is a gift of mine - dumb-ness. Not really something that is widely accepted on job applications though....

Today in all my randomness I was thinking about passion. I am working on a sermon entitled 'God is worthy of our passion.' And He is! He is worthy of so much more than that but the least we can give Him is our passion.

As I have been writing this I have been searching for passion in others. In conversation I look into their eyes to see if it is dancing below the surface. I watch their actions to see if they are being fueled by passion. And then I looked to myself to see if I was living with passion. I have always promised myself I would never, never live without passion. And yet I still have not found the major outlet to unleash the passion that lives in me.

Sometimes I wish that I had skills that would be a natural expression of this God honouring passion. I have some wonderful friends who are so gifted in music. Their passion is music and their thoughts and dreams are mingled with note and rhythm. It isn't a search - its and unavoidable fact. Their passion is their music.

Or, my sister. My sister is to me a beautiful artist, she see things in colours and textures that I don't understand. If I could see the world with her mind's eye my concept of beauty would be taken to an entirely new level.

I have a friend who has a heart that bleeds for those in poverty. Or another friend who is so charismatic that you cannot help to love and feel blessed by her. Or my silent servant friend who so effortless sees the needs of others before they are apparent and tends to those needs without being asked.

These are people who I watch and admire their passion. I watch them and feel affirmed that God has given us passion to bring Him glory. I suppose my passion is to see everyone find their way of expression for passion. Think of what I different world we have if people stopped surviving and started living with their passions!