Guilty Blessings

Have you ever felt guilty for your blessings?

No? Let me explain.

I have a good life. A REALLY good life. I get free college tuition, my parents are great, I don’t struggle with depression, I have no life altering illness, my family is healthy, I’ve never lost a loved one or even a pet…the list goes on.

I love my life. Sure I struggle with day-to-day frustrations, but nothing like what I’ve seen so many people struggle with recently.

And for all my beautiful things, I feel guilty. Why me, God? WHY. ME.

I think I’m waiting for the ball to drop, half of me feeling like I deserve it and half of me praying that it never does. I keep thinking that maybe I’m getting all the good stuff now because I’m headed for a lifetime of the exact opposite.

All of this stems from this unsolved dilemma in my mind: Why do some people get to be nicely settled with the American Dream while others are suffering and never catch a break? How does God decide who gets which? And is one more “honorable” than the other? Isn’t all the suffering supposed to “even out” somehow?

I still don’t have answers. But I know that my God does not play games. I have to remember that. He will do what is best for me.

God is not Karma.

Love,

Makenna

my cup overflows

 

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Brighten Your Bible: Hosea

Hosea.

An incredible picture of my daily rebellion against God.

Can you imagine being that man? Being told by God, “Hey go marry a prostitute. Oh, and by the way, she’ll become a whore again several times after you get married. But do it. Because my people need this physical representation to knock some sense into them.”

Reading this book is almost like watching a really sad chick flick where the popular girl rejects the sweet nerdy guy. Except that we are not popular. And God gave us, you know, the entire world. So he’s not desperate.

I know I know–but it’s the best analogy I could come up with because HE’S GOD. No human romance really fits this story perfectly.

But although God may not line up perfectly with the analogy, our bratty, prideful, inconsiderate selves certainly do.

You can look through my scribbles and doodles down below (see this post for info on my method), but I want to point out one thing to you from chapter 3:

“Then the Lord said to me, ‘Go again, love a woman who is loved by a lover and is committing adultery, just like the love of the Lord for the children of Israel, who look to other gods and love the raisin cakes of the pagans.’ So I bought her for myself for fifteen shekels of silver, and one and one-half homers of barley…” Hosea 3:1-2

Now get this: Hosea had to pay for something he already had.

Sound familiar? God, who doesn’t just own us, but who sustains us with His very breath, had to buy us again for the very highest price. Worst business deal in history.

I encourage you to at least do a quick read through this book. It’s becoming one of my favorites. 🙂 I also highly recommend watching this quick 7-minute sermon.

Love,

Makenna

Brighten Your Bible Study

At the beginning of the summer, I found myself looking for a way to combine Bible journaling with intense Bible study.

Well, I found it! Jordan Lee’s Brighten Your Bible Study. I could explain it to you, but she does such a good job that you might as well read her own words: http://thesoulscripts.com/blog/brightenyourbiblestudy

Next, you might want to do a quick Instagram search of #brightenyourbiblestudy

Go ahead. I’ll wait. 🙂

Ok, so now you know what it is and you may even be inspired! Anyway, this is what I’ve started doing and I absolutely love it!

So when you see “Brighten Your Bible” in the title of a blog post, this is the general method I used! I hope you enjoy!

Love,

Makenna

No Labels Allowed

“As you come to him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious…you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession…once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people…”
–1 Peter 2:5;9

In life, especially high school, people are constantly in a state of being labeled. Most are either discarding one label or about to take on another.

There’s the athletic label, which inspires admiration from teammates and praise from P.E. teachers.

There’s the artistic individual, with the ever-present eye for beauty.

There’s the musical one, who finds purpose in rhythm.

There’s the hot one, who everyone envies at one point.

There’s the smart one, who lives for her GPA and dies by her SAT scores.

And then there’s me.

I don’t have a label. I’m just Makenna. I’m not good at any one thing in particular.

Athletics? Pshhh not a chance.
Art? I can draw stick figures and suns in the corner of my page?
Music? Enough to perhaps keep the cat from scratching the chalkboard.
Stunning? Hahaha good one, mom.
Academics? This one comes closest to winning, but most people know that that’s not the ideal label to have in school.

Here’s the thing. Labels are security for most people. We feel if we have a label then somewhere we fit in, right?

On the other hand, if you are label-less, like me, you are always trying to find your place. I believe that the hardest part of life is finding out who you are and who you are supposed to be—and it’s even harder to do that when you don’t have something concrete to hold on to, like a label.

But I’ve found out that in the end, nobody gives a penny about the label. They care about the person—the quirks, the humor, the sweetness, the sincerity—that all work to mold an individual, not a label.

You Are Special

you are special

I’m reminded of a Max Lucado book that I used to read when I was younger—You Are Special. It follows the journey of Punchinello, a wooden Wemmick in a small town. The town thrives on giving people stars or dots. The stars are given to those with smooth wood and pretty faces. The dots are given to the failures, and Punchinello has bunches of dots. He starts believing the lies associated with the dots—that he must not be a good wooden person.

One day he meets Lucia, who doesn’t have any dots or stars. No matter how much other Wemmicks try to put stickers on her, they don’t stick. She tells Punchinello her secret—every day she goes to see the woodcarver Eli, in his workshop. Punchinello decides to visit Eli also, and is shocked to hear him say, “Who are they to give stars or dots? They’re Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn’t matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special.”

Despite my lack of conventional labels, I know that there is one label that truly matters. It’s a label that gives purpose, value, and hope. It comes from the One who has the authority to label. This label reads “child of God,” and it is the most valuable and important label you can ever have. It can never be overshadowed, undervalued, or taken away. It shows you are treasured and cherished by the King of Kings. So for now, I’m trying to be content with possessing only one label, because as long as that label gives me the right to call the Creator of the universe “Daddy,” no others are needed.

🙂
just makenna