12.25.2014

The Most Amazing Gift You'll Ever Receive

Hello there, beautiful people!!

  It's Christmas day!! After all of the anticipation, the bows, the bells, the lights, the gifts, the baking, the shopping, the wrapping, the planning; we've finally made it. One of THE greatest days of the year. Because amidst all of the previously mentioned tasks, there's still one small baby, born in Bethlehem, lying in a manger, and He's the greatest gift you'll ever receive.

 While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.
                                 Luke 2:6-11 (NIV)

   He has arrived! Merry Christmas to you all. I hope your day is blessed and filled with lots of joy. Remember, Jesus is most certainly the reason for this season. 
                                                         Love,
                                                      Kelsey :)

12.22.2014

My Restless Heart

Hey there,

   I don't think I've posted a post other than letters in awhile, or maybe I have, I don't really remember at the moment to be perfectly honest.





   All this week, I've had this strange feeling of restlessness deep in my heart. It's not so much a panicked feeling, but more of an anxious feeling. Waiting. Trying to figure out what to do. I've had this desire to do something wild. Crazy even. Not anything bad, just something different. Something unusual. Like I said before, wild. 

 Ever since I was little, there's been a single type of life that I've been terrified of living. What type? A normal one. I've always had this problem with "normal." I don't want a 9-5 job, and a white picket fence, and a perfect husband, and my perfect children. I want wild, I want crazy, I want different. Does that mean I don't want a career or husband or children? Of course not. It just means that I don't want the stereotypical definition of that and all that that entails. 

 I have a really hard time getting into a routine in life, because my life has been uprooted so many times. It changes so often. Which is perfectly fine, because it's created a desire in me to see the world. To experience new places and different things. Besides the fear of living ordinary or "normal," I've also been scared of living inside of a sheltered bubble. One where I don't experience new things, new places, new people.

 I truly believe God placed this desire in me to not want to live a "normal" life. There's nothing wrong with having a more mainstream life. That's totally fine! Some people are made for that, some people's personal ministry is there; that's just not for me. I've never been one who wants to sit for a long time. I need to be somewhere, doing something. 

  What am I going to do about this feeling? Probably nothing. There really is nothing I can do about it right now, except to pray.

  The life I've always envisioned myself living probably isn't what it's going to turn out to be, but I fully believe that God's will for each and every person's life is much bigger than they could imagine it, so maybe the life I'm going to lead is going to be crazier than I thought. Maybe it'll terrify my mom more than the life I told her I'd like to live. But that's the thing about God, He doesn't always have a safe, normal plan for your life. Sometimes, most times, His plan is bigger and greater, and sometimes it's scary. But looking back at the scary things I've faced before, I've grown so much, and learned so much, and experienced so much more joy in doing the things that scare me, than anything I've done in my own little bubble of safety. 

  Maybe this is kind of rambly, but I needed it. So if you've gotten to this point, thanks for reading :)

                                              Have a wonderful, beautiful day!
                                                    Love,
                                                  Kelsey :)

  

12.18.2014

Dear Grandma

Hey there,

   So my Mom informed me that this Sunday is the twenty year anniversary of her mother's cancer diagnosis. She died roughly two months after that. I'm fifteen. I think you can adequately do the math. 
   Being that I've never met her, and this Christmas season is upon us, and twenty years is a long time; she was my choice for this week's letter. So, here it goes!

   Dear Grandma Ruth,

  I've always called you that, but I've always wondered if that's what you'd want to be called. Would you want me to call you that? Or something else? 

  I'm fifteen now, and a part of me feels like you're missing. Even though I've never met you, everyone says there's a bond between a mother's mother and her granddaughter that's different from any grandparent-grandchild relationship. How I miss someone I've never met? It's hard to explain. It's not so much that I miss you, it's the idea of you. It's the stories I've heard, the lives I've seen that have been touched by you, and your children and grandchildren. 

  You may or may not know this, I'm not exactly sure how it works in heaven, but you have eight grandchildren. Seven of us are already here, and sweet little Sam is on the way. It's sad to me that if you had lived a mere three months more, you would have met your first grandchild. That seems so unfair. Eight grandchildren and you never got to meet one of them!
  I understand, though, that God's got this. He knows what's going on and knows what's best for us, even if we don't fully understand it anymore.

  Even though you're not here, I see you. I see you in the smiles of your grandchildren, my cousins. I see you in the way your siblings talk about you. I see you in the lives you've touched. Apparently, I should see you in my own face because I've been told I look like you.

  I wished I'd had a chance to get to know you. I wish I could meet the woman who made such a good woman out of my mother. I wish I could meet the woman who touched so many lives and did so many things.

  I love you. I don't know how, I don't know if that even registers in my mind, but I do love you. I love you for who you were. I love you for the things you did that influenced my life. And I cannot wait to meet you someday, in heaven.
                           Love,
                         Kelsey.

   
                                   Have a wonderful Christmas everyone!
                                                     Love,
                                                 Kelsey <3

12.11.2014

Dear Ol' Saint Nick

Hey there!

  The Christmas season slammed upon us like a hurricane, did it not? I don't mind, though. Christmas truly is the most wonderful time of the year. So, in honor of that; here is your next Thursday letter!

   Dear Santa,

  We've had some good times, you and I. We've always had a good-standing relationship and you've blessed me with many, many wonderful gifts. I don't deserve any of it, so thank you.

  In recent years, though, I've come to an eye-opening revelation:

  You're great and jolly and all, but Santa, you aren't Jesus. 

 I'd like to say I've known that for years and years and that I've always been about Jesus during the Christmas season, but I haven't. I've been selfish and greedy and all about the gifts, lights, cookies, and tinsel and I lost true sight of the magic of Christmas.

  Because, Santa, no matter how jolly you are, how generous you are, how magical you are... Jesus was the greatest gift anyone could ever receive.

 I mean, the God of the entire universe, basically allowed a part of himself to come down, grow, and be put together in the womb of a young virgin, and was born, as the most vulnerable creature that this earth has: a baby. Flash forward a few decades; this baby is now preaching and teaching and witnessing and bringing more and more to the kingdom, and healing people. He then died on a cross. Died one of the most torturous deaths for things he didn't even do, for me. And everyone else.

  So Santa, you're great. Wonderful even, but you're definitely no Jesus!

                           Love,
                         Kelsey :)

   Okay everyone, among the stockings, and tinsel, and bright lights, and jolly, bearded men, remember that Jesus was the first gift, and the greatest gift. Try not to lose sight of that, okay?

                                                  Love,
                                               Kelsey :)

12.08.2014

My Great Grandmother's Bible

Hey there!


  This past April, my great grandmother passed away. She was 96. Yup, you read that correctly, 96. The thing about it is, I loved her. More than she probably knew. I looked up to her. I appreciated the life she had lived, I admired her amazing hospitality and love. She was one of those people who could make a meal out of just about anything. Nana was a giver. 

  After she died, someone gave us her old Bible. I don't think it was her every day Bible, but it probably meant a lot to her. Her daughter (Joy) gave it to her in 1981 for Mother's Day. It's got a quilted covering, I'm assuming because the edges are tearing apart.



  After we got this Bible, I started flipping through the pages one day looking to see if she might have highlighted, or underlined, or marked anything in it. Just to kind of get a glimpse into what it was like for her to read the Bible.
   I found three bookmarks. One in between the pages for Judges 12, 13 & 14, one in the pages of Jeremiah 29, 30, & 31, and one in the pages of Acts 28 & Romans 1. While that was interesting, it didn't really give me any insight. I read the chapters, but nothing really jumped out at me. 

   The only spot, though, in her entire Bible where I found anything highlighted was really interesting. It's just a small little cluster of verses, and had I not flipped through the book page by page, it probably would have taken awhile to find it. 

                               "Know ye not, that so many of us
              as were baptized into Jesus Christ
              were baptized into his death?
               Therefore we are buried with him
              by baptism into death: that like as
              Christ was raised up from the dead
               by the glory of the Father, even so
              we also should walk in newness of life.
              For if we have been planted together
              in the likeness of his death, we shall
              be also in the likeness of his resurrection:
             Knowing this, that our old man is crucified
             with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed,
            that henceforth we should not serve sin.
              For he that is dead is freed from sin."
                         Romans 6:3-7 

    It was really interesting to find this. It made me wonder what she thought of it when she read it, why she highlighted it, and why it was important to her. 

       The other day I was flipping through it, and my little brother saw that I left the bookmarks in there and asked me why. I said I didn't want to. I just hope that one day I can read it, and it'll be something I need to hear. Maybe it won't ever be that, but it's my way of remembering her I guess. 

       I've been missing her a lot as the Christmas season has been upon us, and reading her Bible makes me feel closer to her. Maybe we shouldn't remember people by their stuff, but sometimes it can bring a little comfort when we're missing them. 

                                                Love,
                                             Kelsey :)

12.04.2014

A Letter to a Hurting Heart

Hello there!

  I couldn't really think of someone to write to this week, and then I figured, why choose just people I know? Why not branch out a little? So, here it goes:

  Dear Hurting Heart,

 Yes, I'm talking to you out there. You. Who has struggled and fought for life. Who has felt down in the dumps, and as high as the sky, and everywhere in between. This letter is to anyone out there who's really hurting right now. Today. In this moment. 

 Whether you're having an everyday problem, or a monumental, life-altering problem, just know that there's someone there for you who won't leave you, always remembers you, and always wants what is best for you. And He loves you. More than you can possibly fathom.

 If you're heart is aching, or broken, take it to him. "Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you," (1 Peter 5:7 NIV). Pour out your heart to the Lord. Tell Him what you're feeling, relate your problems to Him. We sometimes don't pray for everything, because we feel like it's too unimportant and God won't care about it. But he does. Because he cares about YOU!

 Your life might feel difficult, but you can handle it! You can handle whatever life throws your way, because you have a God who is bigger than anything that could possibly come about in your life. 

 Remember this week, that your always going to have some sort of trial in life, but HE is your leaning post when you can't keep going. 

                   Love,
                Kelsey!

          If you feel like someone needs to read this, feel free to share it with them. Everyone could use a little reminder sometimes of the love God has for each and every one of us. 
                     Love,
                   Kelsey :)