Tebowing

I have decided, among other things (such as, "to follow Jesus, no turning back"), that I am going to marry Tim Tebow.

Now. I know what you're thinking. That there are so many other women out there that have vowed the exact same thing. But I would like to point out some differences between me and those women.

Reasons Why I Will Marry Tim Tebow:

1. Our parents were both missionaries.
2. We're both left-handed. Might not be a fact, but he might as well be.
3. ...we both throw a football left-handed.
4. We both love Jesus.
5. We both like to win.
6. We both love football.
7. I have a Broncos sweater.

It's obviously a match made in Heaven.

In all seriousness, though, I have been reading Tim Tebow's biography, "Through my Eyes". I'm finding that though he's not the best of writers, his heart for God is so clear and obvious. Even when I watch Tebow on national TV or read articles about him, he has no qualms about professing his faith in his precious and beloved Savior. It made me start to think. We all have heard the sermon about your actions speaking louder than your words, that the fruit describes the tree, etc. But it's so profoundly true. I think about my interactions with people on a daily basis; at work, school, even at home. It makes me ashamed and convicted. When I am interacting with those that I know do not love Jesus or are not following Him, why am I not sharing with them every single chance I get? My actions should scream "LORD!" louder than my words, and my words should follow it up.

 I want to make an apparent change in my life. I don't want people to be surprised when they find out I'm a follower of Christ. But I think one thing I need to do is learn to love. I think about all the people in my life that have upset me or angered me. We think we know how to truly love everyone, but it is such an incredibly hard thing to actually do. I can think of many people that I can't fathom loving. And that's where I need to begin.
I've recently been looking at these people in a new light. That God created them, just like He created me, and He loves them unconditionally. So...what's my excuse?

I haven't blogged in a while, so I felt the need to write something warm and gracious...

...Good gracious it's warm in here. (Victor Borge wit).

Flies are one of my biggest pet peeves. And I don't just mean the small ones. I'm talking about those huge ones that fly around and sound like miniature aircraft carriers. They're so fat and gross. I want them to run into the wall and die a slow and fatful death. Of all God's creation, I just can barely tolerate bugs.

Even butterflies.

Yeah, I said it.

Butterflies give me the creeps. Have you ever looked really close at one? They look like they're sucking the brains out of flowers. I can just hear women around the world gasping, holding hands to fluttering hearts. "Butterflies, Bekah?! My stars. Their delicate wings of supernatural beauty! How could you say such slanderous things?"

[It's a good thing fat flies are so slow. I killed him. The fly, that is].

What I have to say is this. Yes, butterflies are pretty fromest afareth. But have you ever been in a swarm (hive? Murder? Herd?) of butterflies? They make it look pretty in the movies. But I've worn bright pink shirts out in the wilderness and let me tell you...it quickens the heart a bit.

I also have a marginal discomfort with large swarms of birds. I was never the same after seeing the movie "the Birds" in 10th grade. A scarring film.

[Okay. I seriously killed that fly, and now there's another one. It's like the mythical Hydra; except when you kill one fly, a gatrillion take it's place. Messy].

I didn't really have a point to any of this.

Bugs are gross. I don't think there will be bugs in Heaven. And if there are, there will be such things like Heavenly mosquitoes. They will spit out rainbows or something.