This is our story-our story of walking out our faith journey. Our story of the whys, the processes, the transitions, the questions, the feelings, the joys, the triumphants, the frustrations. This is the true, honest, not always pretty record of our journey.
“THE PROCESS IS THE END. FOR IT IS THE PROCESS THAT IS GLORIFYING TO GOD.” --Oswald Chambers
"This life therefore, is not godliness but the process of becoming godly, not health but getting well, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. We are not now what we shall be, but we are on the way. The process is not yet finished, but it is actively going on. This is not the goal, but it is the right road. At present, everything does not gleam and sparkle, but everything is being cleansed." --Martin Luther
"This life therefore, is not godliness but the process of becoming godly, not health but getting well, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. We are not now what we shall be, but we are on the way. The process is not yet finished, but it is actively going on. This is not the goal, but it is the right road. At present, everything does not gleam and sparkle, but everything is being cleansed." --Martin Luther
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
THE PENDULUM OF PRAYER
The discussion at our small group the other night was on prayer. In my mind I saw prayer as a pendulum that swings back and forth in our/my faith walk. On one end you talk to him all the time about everything; God is your buddy or friend and there is an arrogance in your attitude and a casualness in your tone and conversation. On the other end, you never talk to Him. And somewhere in the middle is the sweet spot of reverence and adoration. In those times more often than not-words are optional; tears are more common. And every teardrop speaks volumes that words just cannot do justice to. It seems so hard to get and stay at that place because something gives the pendulum another push.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
sixteen years
Sixteen years ago today I became Mrs. Brian Kallevig. Who in the world could ever have imagined the adventures that would come marrying a dairy farmer?! Of course no one can really foresee where they will go, do , become...but I am pretty sure that our adventures would have never been a blimp on the radar for anyone to see coming!
And our adventures keep coming. Sometimes they are dull and boring, sometimes more than we think we can stand, but always together. Thank you for being my guide, my scout, my instructor, my companion, my friend, my lover, my dream man.
I LOVE YOU AND HERE'S TO ANOTHER 16 MORE,
WHEREVER THEY MAY LEAD!!!
WHEREVER THEY MAY LEAD!!!
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