A Loud Mouth, Big Heart, and One Big Adventure

I had heard and seen him before, this boy that had gone to my school. His name seemed to come up quite often when the detention list was read out loud. His name was Peter and he wasn’t exactly shy. There never seemed to be a moment growing up that Peter didn’t have something to say. Always questioning the teachers about the answers to math problems and spelling tests. Not that he was a genius or even slightly intelligent, he just always had something to say. In third grade, when we started being tested on multiplication, the whole class missed recess due to the hour long discussion between Peter and the teacher on why we bothered with multiplication in the first place.
Peter was the talker, the emotional child, the question asker, the one who had an opinion about everything. He had red hair and freckles that were equally loud and unforgettable sea green eyes. Most days Peter would wear comfy jeans and his loudest Hawaiian shirt. Living in Missouri, Peter’s shirts didn’t exactly fit in… But some how, Peter was liked. By most people actually. Maybe it was ability to wink and smile at every girl no matter what grade in elementary, and how on the first day of school he would bring the teacher an apple. Of course, I was lucky enough to have Peter in my class from kindergarten to the sixth grade. Peter was never really my friend; I figured that loud boys that winked could be dangerous. I actually found him to be quite an annoyance.
But then one day, Peter was gone. It was the start of middle school and his bright red hair and loud Hawaiian shirt was no where to be found. As I sat in math class that day I sort of missed the little guy. The room was so quiet, and no one had anything to say about the algebra we were learning. Most of my classmates realized that he was gone, but no one had heard of where he had moved to.
Well, the years went by and I had forgotten all about this boy. All until yesterday, when I saw Peter six years later. He was standing in front of me while I was waiting in line to get my morning star bucks before class. Dressed in nice jeans and a dress shirt, I didn’t even recognize him. His red hair and freckles had seemed to calm down a bit. Peter seemed totally different. Until he ordered his coffee. He spent about 5 minutes telling the lady how he wanted his coffee made and then spent another couple asking her about everything from how she liked her job, to if she any pets at home.
I laughed to myself and stepped forward to order my usual. That’s when it happened.
“Gracie, is that you?”
What? He knew my name and remembered me? “Um, yeah, actually I go by Grace now.”
“Yeah, Yeah, Grace, I’m sorry.” He kept smiling at me like we had always been the best of friends.
“Well, Gracie, you want to sit and drink some coffee with me? Looks like there is a table for two right by the window.”
I knew I should get to class, but there was something about Peter that I wanted to know a little more about. “Why not, I haven’t seen you in years.”
I spent three hours talking to Peter that day. He smiled and listened to me for a good part of our conversation. There was something different in his eyes, and I didn’t think it was the coffee. I began to ask him questions and that’s when I figured it out. Peter had God. I had seen him in Sunday school growing up, but we had both only been children then.
That’s when Peter started to tell me his story. He had trials, temptations, and times when it seemed there was no way out. He told me of his mess ups and the redemption that Christ had given him. He felt that Christ had called him to preach to the world, and that he would was going to tell everyone he could about Jesus until he was killed for it. At times during the conversation I had to remember to breathe. This was amazing, Peter, of all people was being used for Christ and in the middle of the most incredible adventure I had ever heard of.
I gave Peter a hug after we talked in the coffee shop that day, and I don’t know if I will ever see him again until heaven. But I do know one thing, Peter inspired me. Peter let me know what it meant to follow Jesus. Peter was loud and emotional and made mistakes, but Peter chose to yield to God. Peter chose to live a different life, a set-apart life. And I do too. `

Arise, My Soul, Arise

Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

He ever lives above, for me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead:
His blood atoned for all our race,
His blood atoned for all our race,
sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears, received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let the ransomed sinner die!”

The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away the presence of His Son:
His spirit answers to the blood,
His spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw nigh,
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And, “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.

-Charles Wesley

"Slow Dancing to Heaven"

Mystic stars reflected in His eyes
as He smiled when I saw Him,
for the first time-
I held His hand in mine,
and smelt the rainy drops of love.

Rain continued with its soothing rythm,
as we danced beneath the rosy pink moon.
I breathed Him in like mountain air,
and felt the sun with His check against mine
while waltzing between the stars.

In the summer sky
with flower petals chasing us,
I hear Him say my name
and then call me His bride.

I've got the JOY JOY JOY JOY down in my heart...

I have finally realized that this summer has been the worst and best one of my life. Looking back at the last couple of months I can honestly say that God has left me breathless (in more ways than one).
The last few weeks of my senior year of high school I wrote to God requesting that He would reveal Himself more to me than ever before.
Only a few weeks later, everything that could change did. It seemed that something went terribly wrong and once again my world was being turned upside down.
Then one day, I was reading my journal and realized something strange. God had given me exactly what I asked for. Maybe trials and hardship wasn't my idea of "getting to know God," but it was His. Just last night my mind went to Deuteronomy 4:29, "From there you will seek the LORD your God, and you will find Him if you seek Him with all your heart and with all your soul."
I believe with all my heart that when things were hard and I reached for God with my tiny hand that He picked me up and sat me on His lap. As things became worse, He pulled me even closer.
And now I am begining to understand what the joy of the Lord is all about.

...And having Jesus--and getting to lie in His arms... is worth any amount of pain this word can give...

I'm trying to figure this out...

So, this is my first post. I saw Annie's blog and wanted one too :) I don't think mine can live up to her's though...