Leave the politics to Anderson Cooper...

I was thinking this morning about a conversation my mom and I had last night concerning politics. She was saying how dicussing issues so detailed and definitly made her nervous; she just like to trust. I, of course am the type of girl who likes to investigate as best I can and then have a definite opinion. But in light of her opinion, I've thought of some ways that she may have the right idea:

- More time to live the life God gave YOU to live.

- Less stress for you and those around you

- Knowing God is sovereign, and that NOTHING is a guess for Him. Everything is going the way He planned.

- More time and energy to be of use to your community.

- More time and energy to pray.

- A chance to reflect on your life and see if you are doing the very best you can.

So as far as I can see, I can still have an opinion and be informed, but obsessed? I think I'll leave that to CNN and Anderson Cooper.

A day to dream on

Achy bones and stuff,
headaches and tears keep seeping out,
I can't seem to get through this wall,
I give anything for a pink wrecking ball!

Oh, how did he do this?
That thief, who is now a ghost.
I see him, I hear his voice
and my insides wretch with brokeness.

I'd hug Leah, Hagar as well,
Any woman whoever felt unloved.
But the truth is even the loved
have their pain that is unknown.

So my days are like theme parks,
Up and away, falling down fast.
One day this will be hard to recall.
I dream of that day.

Written By: M.Summer 2009

For my King Jesus

You are the only One,
That touches me completely through.
A spring of joy and confidence,
Wash over my tired bones.

I wonder how my steps detour
From the ones we’ve taken together.
But I see you there; standing
And we are walking together again.

How can the windows in this dwelling place
Open immediately with the warm whisper of your breath?
How does my heart leap at the healing,
It has received instantaneously?

When I realize the reality of your ways
And the truth of your words,
My mind can believe what my heart, soul and spirit already know,
You are the Son of God.

Written by: M. Summer

Jeremiah 29:11

I find this a little odd, posting something like this on a blog called "Choosing to Walk," but actually, in the context that I formatted this blog, it is perfect.

With God, I am choosing to walk with, and through everything!

Please watch this incredible video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtweZxNGk1Y

It will be one of the most important 8 minutes you will ever spend.

I dare you...

Well I am excited. I want to tell everyone that I now have another blog in addition to "choosing to walk" and it is called Daring Daughter!

Daring Daughter is going to be a blog for telling of the wonderful bravery and strength of the women of the bible (I do not believe it is an accident that God placed women where He did in the bible) and also the strength and bravery of women today.

I am really thrilled! I feel like this is just an incredible place to be excited about being a girl and love that God created you and me for a very special reason and what an adventure that can be all by itself.

I hope you will check it out - Here's to you, Daring Daughter!

http://daringdaughter.blogspot.com/

New Year, old problems...

I've been thinking, I know, always a bad idea! But every time the New Year celebration rolls around, do we not always say this year will be different?

How can it be though, if we are going into it with the same problems?

Isn't that what crazy is - doing the same thing expecting different results? I would like to suggest we stop thinking of fixing everything ourselves and let the LORD do it in His time.

He being the utmost and Creator of the heavens and the earth, still does not overwelm us in the fixing. Yet we seek as a people to pack on the plate of issues to be fixed and then just want it done right away. What an interesting breed we are!

Can't I just lose this weight? RIGHT NOW! Can't we just fall back in love? IMMEDIATLEY! Can't he be mine? FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

I wonder, no, I'm pretty sure God is asking, "Can't you just hold on, who do you trust?"

See, I think we are more comfortable in the dysfunction of trusting ourselves; we are downright shaky when it comes to trusting the father. And let's face it, He knows the ropes. He made 'em! Our ways to get things done, flat out don't work. We need the LORD to show us; He has shown me, it may not be A,B & C, but rather, C, B & A. That may be the process of uprooting the pain and sadness. That may produce the good fruit.

Let us take every day for what it is this year and first off trust the One who created, came and died, beat death in ressurection and is alive and active right now.

He wants so badly to love on us.

Can't we let Him?!

Senses...

It occurred to me yesterday as I was listening to Travis Cottrell sing “Annie’s song,” the LORD DOES fill my senses. As I took a walk on a trail that edges the Pacific Ocean, I realized how breath taking the world is through the gifts of my senses. Senses that are gifts to me from my heavenly father; so much so, I thought I would take a moment and share a few:

· The fragrance of a fresh Christmas tree; what I call “green perfume” (like Marilyn in the Misfits)
· The sight of snow, so undisturbed and clean, as if God just laid out a white perfect blanket down for all to see.

· The touch of the felt patchwork stocking my mom made for me.
· The sight of a rushing river, moving rapidly and smoothly against river rocks.
· The taste of a peppermint candy cane.

· The sight of Christmas lights glowing all around a tree.
· The sound of thunder, a little scary, but mostly amazing and powerful.
· The aroma of chocolate chip cookies being baked to give as gifts.
· The sight of White Christmas on my television.
· The sound of O Holy Night.
· The sight of the perfect shade of green, one that comes when the sunlight shines through a leaf on a tree.
· The sweet and tart taste of cranberry sauce.
·The sound of bells; any bells. Little tinkle bells, big ol’ church bells, or sleigh bells.
· The sight of Christmas wreath’s on doors.
· The fragrance of hot apple cider.
· The warm and magical touch of the Santa Ana winds.
· The sound of Christmas carolers.
· The sight of the Nativity, grand scale or home-spun.
· The touch of a crackling fire, warming my chilled skin.
· The sight and sound of a four-man band playing carols at the entrance of the boardwalk. All the while taking in the sight of the sun dancing on the ocean.
· This next one practically takes all senses, but is a tradition and love of mine. Going to see the Nutcracker Ballet. The colors, the music, the art of dance. It is like dessert for the eyes and ears.
· The fragrance of good food, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and sweet potatoes, Oh my and don’t forget pumpkin pie.
· The sound of my mom saying Merry Christmas on Christmas morning.
· The aroma of fresh brewed coffee on Christmas morning.
· The smell of fresh air, anywhere.
· The sound of a note being reached in perfect harmony.
· The sight and sound of Clydesdale horses; all horses for that matter. (I’m a girl with that horse – love thing). But there is something about them galloping in the snow.

Now the last thing I want to note is not a sense, as in the 5 senses; but I do believe it is a sense of God and His nearness.

· The hope I have in my heart. For dreams to come, for memories to savor, for present moments to be handled with care and love. I love that at this time of year, I feel that the LORD gives me that sense of Joy and Peace and that He is present.

Merry Christmas!