#nighttime reflections

[x-elyssa-x]

Nighttime reflections~

How Trollex can fly, even though he's a troll that's adapted to life under water?

Easy, there's also water in the air, that's why he can fly.

[saintsman1959]

(via Remembering God's Name at Night: Insights from Psalm 119)

[themacuser]

[raynedragon]

When everything finally feels right

[jikann]

"I am not nearly as good of a person as I think I am and I think that's what scares me the most: the fact that I do not actually know myself at all."

nighttime reflections (#1)

[mgyim-blog]

It's 2:45 AM

And I am still up, stuffing brightly colored plastic jumbo eggs with Reeses, Rolos, Starbursts, and of course--hand written Bible verses about the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ because my printer so strategically chose tonight to run out of ink.

This is all the result of driving around like the madwoman that I become every Saturday night as I desperately scramble around to gather last minute materials for Sunday School, because I have been unable to kick the procrastinator out of me since high school and now it is making life more difficult than it should be. No joke, I hit up a Walmart in LA, a Walmart in Orange County, and then finally ended up at good ol' Target on a literal hunt for these damn plastic eggs. It was like trying to find food at the market right before a huge earthquake, during a looting. All the shelves were cleared of all things Easter as we procrastinators made last minute dashes to prepare for tomorrow. 

I feel that familiar panic about to rise up to my chest and choke out as I drown in brightly colored eggs and pastel grass stuffing, eyelids heavy and body winding down without my permission. Why eggs? Why candy? Why me?? What do Starbursts and Reeses have to do with the death and resurrection of Christ? Why am I tainting something as sacred and powerful as Easter with the world's commercialism?  Why do I have to bow to the expectations of vain tradition "but we've ALWAYS done an egg hunt on Easter!" 

But somewhere between gasping for air and drowning in vivid plastic Easter paraphernalia, I am forced to slow down as I touch pen to paper in an attempt at making some sort of connection between faith and chocolate. The Bible verses.

Ah, so this is why you chose to make my printer run out of ink-- so I could  slow down, take a breather, and write out the living words of your testimony by hand and witness its very life giving power actually renew my mind which is stuck on the suckiness of my "reality" right now. 

Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures,that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day. 1 Corinthians 15:3

Jesus answered, I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. John 14:6

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. 1 Corinthians 1:18

Jesus said to her, I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies, and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this? John 11:25

If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe with your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. Romans 10:9

I can deny what I've heard from others. I can deny what I've felt for you before. I can even deny the pangs of guilt I feel so often these days. But I cannot deny that still small yet powerful voice of your living Word speaking into the darkest valleys of my trembling heart tonight, as I stuff plastic eggs for Easter.