Church vs. Coffee

Important life update:

A couple of weeks ago I was minding my own business at church and stuffing my face with mini donuts when I had a sudden desire to get up and get some coffee.

So, I got the little styrofoam cup, filled it with coffee, and then proceeded to add a million of those little creamer things. As I added the last one, some unknown force caused me to backhand the hot liquid.

Coffee stained all of the sign up sheets on the table and rushed towards the donuts.

Humiliating.

But of course I wouldn’t be writing this if there wasn’t a silver lining, right?

Because of this intensely awkward situation, two guys sweetly came to the rescue with paper towels and assured me that it was completely ok. Thank God for them.

Anyway, after everything was cleaned up (except the sign up sheets–those remain marked with signs of my clumsiness), I got to talk to someone and made a new friend. Yay for me!

So, bottom line, don’t be afraid of awkward encounters. Sometimes those lead to the sweetest moments. 🙂

Love,

Makenna

I don’t wanna grow up

Where did my childhood go?

Where is all the excitement—the pure joy surrounding the first day of school?

Where did the love of all things learning, playing, and making friends go?

I’m in the home stretch—the final year of traditional schooling—and I have never wanted to go back to the beginning more than now.

Starting at the end of last year, and continuing this year, I’ve heard people constantly say, “I can’t wait to get out of here.”

Really? Not me.

I want to go back to the start.
I want to be able to make friends without worrying about what they think of me.
I want to be able to get ready for school without evaluating my appearance for 10 minutes before I let myself step out of the house.
I want to be able to look at each class as an incredible new learning experience.
I want to be a child.

But I can’t. And as wholeheartedly as I believe in the Bible, I have trouble trusting Soloman’s whole “there is a time for every event under heaven” mantra.

I thought I’d be so much further along by now.
Better body.
Better personality.
Better grasp on my emotions.
Better spiritual life.

And so this is the voice of despair that I’ve allowed to set up house in a small part of my heart.

But I also know that there is another Voice that can overcome it.

If I allow it.
If I spend time feeding it and letting Him feed me.
If I follow Paul’s advice and suit up for battle against it.

You see, I believe that despair, doubt, and regret all come from the Enemy.

So to get rid of those feelings, you have to fight him.

Stormie Omartian says, “The Bible would not have told us to take up the whole armor of God in order to withstand evil if evil could have been withstood without doing that.”

As over dramatic as it may sound, I have to put on the armor of God in preparation of school starting.

I have to put on the belt of truth as I put on the belt of my uniform khakis.  The belt was used in Biblical times to tie everything up and keep all pieces together. That is what truth should do for me. It should keep me grounded.

I put on the breastplate of righteousness to guard my heart. That is where the enemy will go to first. Not my brain, because I can out-reason him. Not my mouth—because words come from my heart first.

I then prepare myself to go show others the gospel by putting on peace shoes. (I wonder what those would look like?)

When Satan or his minions try to sneak in and shoot arrows of doubt, I defeat him with the shield of faith. Because faith trumps doubt any day.

Lastly, my precious salvation defends my head and the word of God is my offense, my sword.

All these things are put on by prayer. Intentional, daily prayer. And just maybe, I’ll be ready to begin to finish high school in 2 weeks.

🙂
just Makenna

Why I’m Not Making Goals for Senior Year

“Enjoy every single moment–the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly, the inspiring, the not-so-glamorous moments–and thank God through it all.”

I’m a planner.

I plan my day, my career, my marriage, my makeup, and what my body should look like 2 weeks, 3 months, or a year from now.

I’ve even started planning my sibling’s lives and how I think they will match up with mine:

So far I think I’ve mathematically deduced that my sister will have a baby around the time I get engaged or married. I also hope I will have most of my children birthed before I get too far down the 3rd decade of my life. And I realllly hope I graduate college in 2020 (cause that year just makes me happy—something significant needs to happen that year).

But as far as the short term goals go, I never follow them. Like ever.

I plan my day and then a Waltons marathon comes on (seriously the best show ever—don’t judge).

I plan my healthy food choices and then BAM! Ice cream. (I swear it happens every time!)

I put a slot in my schedule for devotional time with Jesus and then I decide that I really should eat before I get started.


So in my 16 years of life, I have made countless plans and followed about 7% of them.

And here’s what I’ve discovered about plans. They breed anxiety and discontentment as fast as two bunnies.

This may not be true for you. My sister plans a little less but gets all of her plans done. As in completely finished. Not just the little check boxes checked off and justified by some excuse. She starts something and then doesn’t stop until it’s complete. So maybe that’s you, and if it is then I adore you—and also maybe despise you a bit.

But as for me, I procrastinate.


As I am approaching the end of this glorious summer and the beginning of my senior year in High School, I find myself making goals again, many of them the same as I first said.

But I try to catch myself before I go too far into the timeline for them because I have decided not to make goals for this school year.

I want to be physically and emotionally there for people. I don’t want to plan my day down to a t and not have room for an impromptu prayer or a few minute talk with someone going through a hard time.

I want to live in the moment, not looking toward future moments.

So here is my resolution—well resolution is a little strong cause remember? I’m not making goals.

I want to wake up in the morning and thank God for the chance to let Him show himself to other people through me. Then I’ll do whatever needs to be done.

Will I need to workout? Probably. And if I can, I will…errr—might. But I will never put it before family or God or others. And I might just be sore or sick or emotionally exhausted.

Do I need to read the Bible and work on my relationship with Jesus? Always. But that doesn’t always have to be taking an hour and saying “ok God, I have this amount of time, now do something.” It might just be talking to him throughout the day and reading scripture that applies to situations I face—cause I’ve been surprised at how much the Bible has to say about things that happen in my day.

Is there homework to be done? I wish there wasn’t, but there probably will be. And that’s my job right now—to be a student. God has given me that task for this season and I will work at it with all my heart, while still trying to keep everything else in balance.

But above all, I will strive to show my Jesus in the most flattering and glorious light, and mostly just try not to get in his way.

🙂
Just Makenna.