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It’s Feburary

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…and for the first time, I don’t know where the winter has gone. Not that it’s over; it’s far from over here. We’ll have a lot more cold winds, a couple more big snows and it won’t really feel warm (at least to me) until June.

But it’s February. And the winter is flying by. It’s been a winter of change. Not a lot of visible change has taken place (unless you count the addition of the dairy cow in September, but by now she feels like she’s been around forever) but so much has changed in my heart.

I think God has us all wired certain ways. By that I mean there’s a reason I’m not a doctor, or a secretary for that matter. (Just for a minute there it was hilarious to picture me acting like I have any administrative qualities.)

So our hearts have been drawn in the direction they’re going since forever. But this winter, something is stirring inside of us.

More accurately God is doing the stirring and what He is mixing up is some crazy concoction that includes love. Love and a whole lot of reconsidering what is real and right and worthwhile.

It’s funny (in a peculiar way) how we adopt habits and opinions and positions and whole lives based on things that aren’t really that important. I’m sure my friend Bob wouldn’t mind me stealing his format to say this:

“I used to think a lot of things, but now I know that God wants me to stop thinking and do a whole lot more…doing.” Loving, to be exact.

Ok, so I’ve never met Bob Goff. But I do know (for darn sure) that we would be friends if I did.

There are so many questions that have come up about what Christians should and shouldn’t do. Sometimes I can get overwhelmed (as you probably know if you’ve read more than half a blog post) when I think about things like family and ministry and the state of the church and the needs in this world.

Maybe you can help. If I (and you) can tell my brain to stop thinking about it so much, maybe I can stop squeezing love into my daily schedule and start squeezing my to-do list into a life filled with love. I used to get overwhelmed by the gravity of the problems. But my friend Bob (there I go again) has helped me to see God has a plan.

It’s me. It’s you. It’s a whole lot of messed up people who have the kahones (the spell checker in me needs you to know that the correct Spanish is cojones, fyi) to go out and do something. You know, like besides arguing about it on Facebook.

If I get it all figured out, I’ll let you know. For now I think we should agree to trade grace and make a beeline toward Jesus. We’ll both get off track and meet some really cool people along the way. You bring a friend and I’ll bring a friend, k? It’ll be better than a tupperware party in 1994.

Break.

Oh. I guess to make this a “good” blog post it needs some pictures. So here’s some Johnson winter for you folks.

 

 

Baking goodies.

 

Felfie! (Farm animal selfie – I didn’t even make that up. Google it.)

 

She’s explaining something incredibly deep while he polishes her toe nails. Priceless!
This is a repost from a previous blog.
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