Past or Present Tense Savior

So a thought has been brewing in my mind lately. We know people, who shall remain anonymous do to the nature of their work, that work to ensure the safety of Christians in parts of the world where being one will get you killed. They are wonderful people that have such a heart for God, and a heart for persecuted Christians.

Last week(ish), I finished the book Crazy Love by my new favorite author Francis Chan, who by the way has a new book out. The very last chapter talked about being obsessed for Christ. He told stories of people who quit their jobs to do missionary work, a woman who lives in a poverty stricken country to raise a child because the country does not allow her to adopt or the man who uses his social security check to feed the homeless from the bed of his pickup, oh and the pickup is his home.

I read stories of those that are truly obsessed for Christ and I begin to feel unworthy in so many aspects.

So my anonymous friends brought over a story about a girl named Fatima. Fatima was killed by her brother because she became a Christian and he found out. She was killed using torturous methods. The story makes you sick.

Fatima wrote poems on the Internet about her Savior; Christ. Throughout her writings she uses that particular name-Savior.

Our friends asked what I thought about the story. At first, I didn't think much, I knew this happens more often than I like to think about. But once I let the story into my heart and permeate the hollow spots, I realized something.

The way I use the term Savior and the way Fatima used the term Savior seemed to be slightly different.

She knew one day her life may come to an end because of what she believed, BUT she knew her Savior would save her. When I mean save her, I mean save her from Hell from the beatings from death.

When I think of my Savior, I see Him as the one who saved me. I use that term almost like Christ has done, past tense. If I am being honest, I sometimes don't use that name to reference the present.

I don't know where this was going, but it has been on my heart a lot lately. Maybe it will strike a cord with some of you. And then again maybe not.

Take What You're Givin'

When you're hungry & life throws you a birdfeeder but you are not a bird,

...you just have to put on your mask & pretend that you are.

WALK MS

On October 11, I will do the Walk MS event in Edmond, Oklahoma. I plan to walk the three miles around my alma mater, UCO, in an effort to bring awareness to this disease.

But I need your help.

Click on the logo and it will take you to my personal page on the MS website. I have created a team called Megan's Mates. Once there you can join my team, donate OR have the best of both worlds and do BOTH!

I have a goal of $300.00. That is a meager goal. I think I can raise more.
If you can donate $1.00, I'll take it. If you can walk with me, I'll love it!

The money raised not only helps find a cure, but helps people living with this disease and the costs that come with it. Those costs can be staggering.

For instance, my drugs are $30,000 a year! You read that right, thirty THOUSAND dollars a year. That is a salary for a lot of America. Praise God I have insurance! But some do not.

So gather all the people you know and help me make a difference. You never know whose dollar will be the dollar that finds the cure, could be yours.

I forgot to mention... this chica turned 3 a few weeks ago.

Do I Make Sense?

I'm still reading through 'Crazy Love' by Francis Chan. I'm reading at a snail's pace, but I'm reading. I kind of move at a snail's pace anymore, unless I am chasing Chloe & Coop. God gives me a swift kick so I can catch up with 'em.

Something is wrong when our lives make sense to the unbelievers.

I read that over and over, for probably five minutes. It's lines like these that have prevented me from finishing this book. He says these things and I have to stop and bathe in it for a few days.

My fingers are pruned, I'm out of the bath and ready to tell you what I think.

When I got my diagnosis, I made a confession to Matt.

I often have wondered what it would take for my family to 'get it,' to become Christians. With my Dad, he just argues and thinks because he feeds the homeless he will go to Heaven. My mom is so wrapped up in my sisters chaotic life she can hardly think about anything but work and sleep. My sister is so wrapped up in her chaotic life to see the big picture; life is passing her by.

So I wondered, "What it would take?"

I hear stories of parents losing children and how people came to Christ. I told God, "I can't walk that road." I'm sure no one can and I know no one wants to.

Then I got my diagnosis. "Maybe this is what it will take?"

I want the way I handle this to not make sense to them; my family. I want this to barely make sense to believers. I want the believers and non, to see my attitude and be taken back.

So does your life make sense to the non-believers?

Bring The Rain

MercyMe "Bring The Rain"

I can count a million times

People asking me how I

Can praise You with all that I've gone through

The question just amazes me

Can circumstances possibly

Change who I forever am in You

Maybe since my life was changed

Long before these rainy days

It's never really ever crossed my mind

To turn my back on you, oh Lord

My only shelter from the storm

But instead I draw closer through these times

So I pray

Bring me joy, bring me peace

Bring the chance to be free

Bring me anything that brings You glory

And I know there'll be days

When this life brings me pain

But if that's what it takes to praise You

Jesus, bring the rain

I am Yours regardless of

The dark clouds that may loom above

Because You are much greater than my pain

You who made a way for me

By suffering Your destiny

So tell me what's a little rain

So I pray

Holy, holy, holy

Is the Lord God Almighty

I sang this song a number of months ago, when the song was released.

I sang it as a prayer; and I meant it.

I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

You ask, you shall receive.

"I know there'll be days when this life brings me pain, but if that's what it takes to praise you... Jesus, bring the rain."

"Jesus, I praise you for the rain and I WILL praise you.... while dancing in it."

Where's Chloe?

Chloe usually fights taking a nap. Hence the reason she lives in a gated community.

Every once in a while she will fall asleep where ever she lands.

Enter Exhibit A: August 16, 2009


Exhibit B, June 24, 2009


Exhibit C, August 5, 2009 during nap time.


And last but not least, exhibit D, June 6, 2009.


Eventually she will learn, naps are good.