tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208849814813398692024-02-19T01:08:46.077-05:00Adventures of a real-life warrior princessFurther up and further in!Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-20877316748782313172011-08-24T10:13:00.000-05:002011-08-24T10:13:10.100-05:00from glory to glory<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i>But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit. --</i>2 Corinthians, 3:16-18<i> </i><br />
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I read a devotion today from <b>Dine with Me </b>by Jana Spicka. It's about a woman with an alabaster jar of perfume, thought to be Mary Magdalene, who poured out all the perfume on Jesus. Really expensive perfume. It cost a year's wages. Think $30,000, $50,000. Not cheap. She poured this perfume all over Jesus in front of loads of people who thought she was trash. She was weeping, sobbing, in front of all of them. And she didn't care. She was there to pour out on Him, cry out to Him.<br />
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In her devotion<b></b>, Jana talks about how she (Jana) was ardently praying about all the people the Lord had given her, about wanting to pour His love out on them, to be faithful, to take care of them-- she ended her prayer saying, "Lord I want to make a difference." What she heard in response stopped her in her tracks: "I want to make you different."<br />
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Wow. <br />
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I had forgotten that glory starts with poverty, nakedness, desperation, confession. It starts with pouring out all you have on the Lord. It's so easy for me to allow guilt to drive me to that place of works, of striving. Of making things prettier than they are.<br />
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Yesterday I got together with Stephani to talk about money and budgets, to really hash through it. I can make a budget like a champ- the numbers look awesome on paper, and all the numbers work out. But I never <b><i>do</i></b> it. I<b> </b>never walk it out. And one thing I started to see yesterday is that I have a ton of guilt where money is concerned. And that guilt drives me to hide. And hiding with money drives me to do things with my money that are wrong. I misuse it, abuse it, overspend it, and spend it foolishly. And before any of this offensive behavior happens, I make a budget that covers over all the sin. But it doesn't work. Stephani looked at my online bank statement with me. We added up all the money I brought in and all the money I spent on food. It was thoroughly embarrassing. I know I can do good things with money; I've walked that way before. If I have something to save for, I can be really faithful with my money. But if I'm just living day to day, if I have nothing I'm pushing towards, or if I'm just lazy and out of shape with my money, bad things happen. There's something going on in my heart where money is concerned. I feel entitled to it. I want more of it. I want to do what I want with it. To write this, to know this is true about myself right now, disgusts me. <br />
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So today I was reminded that glory starts with poverty, nakedness, desperation, confession. Even some humiliation and disgust. And unveiling the ugliness is the first step on the road to glory. It's just so... <i>ugly. </i><br />
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Lord, please reveal all the lies that I believe about money, how I relate to money, and how I relate to You. I am desperate and helpless. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-70850787662513305902011-05-05T13:16:00.000-05:002011-05-05T13:16:08.336-05:00the best debt collector ever<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I got a call this morning. It was an 800 number. Not the usual number from SunTrust calling about a late payment, but I looked at it and heard very clearly that it was indeed SunTrust. I answered without fear.<br />
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And there was a woman on the other end- a real person! She was upbeat and cheerful, and she totally brightened my day. We chatted about which day to withdraw the funds from my bank account, what had happened, and a girlfriend of hers who lives in Nashville. She was the most genuinely pleasant person I'd spoken to in a while. And she was a debt collector. I hope they pay her a lot of money, because she deserves it. I don't even remember her name. Thank You, Jesus, for the amazing SunTrust woman today. I needed to chat with her. How odd this life is sometimes. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-49480197528753909052011-02-15T02:44:00.000-05:002011-02-15T02:44:14.357-05:00Hello Nashville!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Here I am! I got to Nashville and walked straight into a house of adults and children cleaning up after dinner, eating dessert, and playing. Very chill. Very easy. After the kids were in bed, I got a movie at Redbox and Josh, Jenelle, and I watched He's Just Not That Into You. The perfect Valentine's movie! More people joined us, we did some pull ups, and hung out. It just... flowed.<br />
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Now my teeth are finally brushed after I assaulted them with sugar all day, and I'll be ready for bed once I post the final blog in my 40-day devotion. <br />
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So much fun stuff to do tomorrow! Applying for a job, checking on some demo gigs, planting the first seeds of the year, checking out an apartment, biking around the city. Exciting and amazing how things come up and fall into place.<br />
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It's now I want to know the difference between making my plans and dreaming dreams with Jesus. It's so easy to get stuck in the rut of my own plans. But I've asked Him. I'm eager to see & hear His response. Dreaming dreams... Our dreams. Show me how it's done, Lord. I have no idea. Thank You. Amen.</div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-51777664386547434772011-02-13T20:33:00.001-05:002011-02-13T20:33:06.400-05:00ready... set... launch!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">What a weekend! Everything's really coming together right now- my Daniel fast is wrapping up; tomorrow is the last day of my 40-day devotion and the day I move to Nashville. And I'm not stressed out at all! YES!!! I was telling some friends of mine on Thursday that this is by far the most graceful transition I've ever walked through... at least this end of it has been graceful. So much peace, and welcomed change within! <br />
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I experienced the <a href="http://womengettingreal.com/experience-it/unhindered-encounter/">Unhindered retreat </a>yesterday, and that was a huge blessing! I'd never had anyone wash my feet before. I would love to say more about it, but it's hard to do that since the experience was so stinkin personal. Just go to the link above and read about it. God is <em><strong>good</strong></em>. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-71759648175578252782011-02-12T23:45:00.000-05:002011-02-12T23:45:36.397-05:00For Colored Girls<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">We knew it wasn't your ordinary Tyler Perry movie. Drama. No Madea. But WOW is it harsh. You could get PTSD from watching it. Just when you think a situation couldn't get any worse, it does. <br />
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And I guess it's a reality for a lot of people- abusive, alcoholic husbands; cold, dead relationships; a crazy mother tortured by her own pain into treating her two daughters like scum; date rape. But it's so much worse than all that description. You can see all the darkness and death everywhere- it seems to be eating people alive, flouting life, mocking even sunshine. It makes me wonder how similar this movie is to the reality that I'm about to move into in Nashville. How much of this stuff happens in Chestnut Hill? Will I recognize my neighbors from this movie? <br />
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All that's left to do is go. Go and shine Light into darkness. Pour out to be filled up again. God, teach me how to be broken bread and poured out wine. Teach me how to love extravagantly. Amen. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-23647689979859663662011-02-11T00:30:00.000-05:002011-02-11T00:30:01.280-05:00small changes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Sometimes it's the little changes that really let the Light shine through. I just experienced one of those. Whee!<br />
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I was revisiting a yoga DVD I haven't been acquainted with recently, <a href="http://www.raviana.com/store/Yoga-Beauty-Body-New-Now-with-the-Matrix.html">Yoga Beauty Body</a> by Ana Brett and Ravi Singh. Really nice but also decently challenging today. It was near the end of the video, and we were doing an exercise where, sitting cross legged, you hold your arms out to the side and rotate them in big circles backwards. With your middle fingers pointed out, eyes closed, and doing breath of fire.<br />
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So there I was, moving in the pose. And of course on the video, they're chatting about how this exercise is helpful for the lymphatic system that drains through the shoulders as well as for the heart. They added that there are lots of emotional blockages in the shoulder and heart region, and that this can help them, too. La la la. Heard it all before...<br />
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...but it caught my attention this time because I noticed something that wasn't there. A blockage has been removed since the last time I did this (it's been a while). A big blockage. An important one. It's funny how we're all one piece, and what manifests in your body is coming from what's going on in your emotions, will, etc. In the past when I had done this exercise, there was a point where the arms were going up and back where it was like a snag every time, especially on the left side. It was slightly annoying, slightly frustrating. But I'd push through it because it wasn't physical pain, it was... odd. And while I was pushing through it, I could feel my face contorting because of this snag; I felt the internal struggle presenting itself on my visage. (How often do you get to use the word visage? Score.)<br />
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And lo and behold, I just finished that very DVD tonight, and there was NO SNAG!!! Totally clean. Amazing! But it wasn't like there was just the absence of a snag- this is God at work, and He <i><b>gives</b>. </i>He is completely generous. Besides the gift of my awareness of this development, I discovered a growing light, and it effortlessly danced onto my face in the form of a smile. And it kept growing. And in my spirit, I saw a picture of a heart, previously broken, now bound up and healed, with rays of light shooting through it. YES!<br />
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And I just kept smiling and smiling. God is so good. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-68752226265481093842011-02-10T07:30:00.000-05:002011-02-10T07:30:00.492-05:00Transition in process<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have to say I'm really thankful for this week in limbo. It's given me some time and space to spend with friends, finish packing... and let it sink in that I'm really moving. Really. There are big changes ahead, and I am excited... and the tiniest bit nervous. I rarely have such an overarching feeling of peace and YES in moving forward. It feels so graceful, and I am so grateful. Makes me wanna laugh and jump up and down on the bed! </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-56145763385776694732011-02-09T20:04:00.000-05:002011-02-09T20:04:21.062-05:00recording<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I had my first recording experience today. Just me and a fancy microphone with my young friend <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?cropsuccess&id=630255243#%21/profile.php?id=1385851676">Justin </a>at the computer. It wasn't scary like it could've been. I didn't get any sort of physical signs of nervousness like if I'm performing live. But I didn't get energy from a crowd, either. Give & take, I suppose.<br />
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We did Sweet Georgia Brown first, and it was a fast arrangement, and high. But technology is amazing, so he dropped it 2 steps and slowed it down a little, and that made it much easier! The next song we did was All of Me, one of my favorites for sure. I must say, I'm a little intimidated by ballads. By negative space, by slow tempi. But we found a great arrangement of this tune, not a ballad by any stretch, but definitely slower, inviting. And I rocked it! Especially the third take. <br />
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And I learned a couple of things. Closing your eyes while singing helps. It really does.<br />
Another thing- there's something to that jazz diva thing. Not diva in the temper tantrum sense, diva in the commanding sense. But not selfish either. It's hard to explain, but in my mind's eye, there was a sharp little black dress with a belt, black heels, and a sleek hairdo. And it made a difference you can hear. How awesome is that! Can' wait til I'm wearing the little black dress. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-69167041113565830792011-02-08T18:17:00.000-05:002011-02-08T18:17:56.434-05:00The party week has begun!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Yes indeed! This week has begun with a bang and promises to continue. Last night we celebrated Jerry's 42nd birthday at Tipton Street Pub, followed by an impromptu chat with a police officer (no ticket! Thanks Tassia!) and finally some hash browns at WaHo. For hash browns at WaHo are some of my favorite things (especially double smothered with onions).<br />
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Today I met Carolyn at Barberitos, and Will happened to be there, too, so we all had lunch together. I think I had the maximum allowance of avocado on my burrito-in-a-bowl. Yummers!<br />
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Tomorrow after some recording adventures, we'll celebrate at Stir Fry Cafe at 8:30.<br />
Thursday, the small group says farewell, and then it's off to Knoxville.<br />
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Yay for now!</div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-58841000078083154752011-02-06T23:26:00.000-05:002011-02-06T23:26:03.103-05:00peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">a call to go<br />
here am i <br />
send me<br />
precious voice <br />
moves me<br />
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<em>peace</em><br />
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spending time<br />
old friends<br />
abiding in His rest<br />
soaking<br />
i am quenched<br />
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<em>peace</em><br />
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doubts taunt<br />
friends waffle<br />
under it all<br />
His call<br />
is a go<br />
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questions unanswered<br />
ends untied<br />
I must rest<br />
seek Him<br />
He will provide<br />
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<em>peace</em></div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-11549595471660432612011-02-05T18:34:00.000-05:002011-02-05T18:34:57.929-05:00Knoxville<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Totally forgot to blog and yoga yesterday! Wow. It really didn't occur to me until this morning. <br />
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And here I am in Knoxville, livin life and lovin it! Yesterday I was at the Turkey Creek Earth Fare demonstrating some Udo's Choice 3-6-9 Oils and probiotics. Today I did the same at the Bearden Earth Fare. Success! Chatting with people, feeding them yummy oils and good bugs. Sold a bunch today. Man, I love that stuff. I even saw some folks I know! How awesome! Came back to Marcia's and fixed a bowl of sweet potatoes with Udo's oil (mmm... lignans!). <br />
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Tonight Marcia & I are off to Barley's to dance to Christabel & the Jons. Boo ya! I am gonna DANCE. <br />
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Yes. Have some. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-82748520242595146242011-02-03T23:59:00.000-05:002011-02-03T23:59:13.551-05:00Goodbye, Earth Fare!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Today was my last day at the Earth Fizzle. I will miss you. For real. A couple of weeks ago, I realized that I really actually <i>like </i>everyone I worked with at Earth Fare. <b>Every one. </b>In all departments- wellness (of course!), grocery, food service, produce, specialty, meat, front end. Even management. How often does that happen? I will miss everybody, and part of me is definitely sad to go...<br />
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But off I go! <br />
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I promise I'll come back to visit. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-68844907596384877502011-02-02T23:47:00.000-05:002011-02-03T00:21:51.362-05:001 Samuel 7-9<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This passage has caught my attention. Jane Lambert taught on it in January, and she really breathed some life into it for me.<i> </i><br />
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<i>When the Philistines heard that Israel had assembled at Mizpah, the rulers of the Philistines came up to attack them. When the Israelites heard of it, they were afraid because of the Philistines.</i><br />
<i>They said to Samuel, "Do not stop crying out to the LORD our God for us, that He may rescue us from the hand of the Philistines."</i><br />
<i>Then Samuel took a suckling lamb and sacrificed it as a whole burnt offering to the LORD. He cried out to the LORD on Israel's behalf, and the LORD answered.</i><br />
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For some reason, I went home from Jane's message and just camped on this passage. I don't normally do that, but I just read it over and over again. Jane had explained that the word Mizpah means watchtower. It symbolizes looking toward the future, moving forward. Which is what I've been doing lately. And then wheels began turning in my brain.<br />
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The first week of the year, my church fasts and prays, so fasting was on my brain. Just prior to this passage, the Israelites had returned to the Lord by giving up their gods and idols, as well as fasting & prayer. When you look at fasting biblically, you see that it's more powerful than prayer alone. For example, when Jesus' disciples were disappointed because they encountered a tormenting spirit they couldn't drive out, they asked Jesus what had prevented them. Mark 9:29 reads, <i>He replied, "This kind can come out only by prayer and fasting."</i> So it seems that fasting adds a punch to prayer. I could use more punch in my spiritual seeking. Check! <br />
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Fasting also prepares us. Jesus fasted for 40 days to prepare Himself for ministry. Luke has it that He went into His 40-day fast "full of the Holy Spirit" and came back to Galilee afterwards "in the power of the Spirit" (Luke 4:1, 4:14, NIV). He was <i>empowered</i> by the Holy Spirit after His fast. Power? Yes, I'd like some. <br />
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If you zoom out and read the passage, it's like this:<br />
The Israelites were looking to the future in hopes of moving forward, but they were opposed by an army ready to attack them. And they're scared. But they'd been fasting and praying. So they asked Samuel to cry out to God for them. Samuel makes a sacrifice and cries out to the Lord on Israel's behalf, <i>and the Lord answers.</i><br />
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If there's one thing I want, it's to hear from the Lord. To be closer to this God who IS love. And so my good friend Shimmi and I have fasted and prayed for one another for the past 3 days in order to move closer to God. In order to cast out darkness like fear and worthlessness. Because we love each other and care about the other's struggles. We've prayed for God to secure us in His love completely, to pour out his joy and favor, to deepen our faith and freedom, to bring healing. <br />
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And He has showed up. The first day of fasting was rough for me. I ended up driving home, crying. I was ambushed by feelings I didn't realize were there. But in the absence of my most common coping mechanism, eating, I prayed. I got quiet, I sought God. And He was there for me. It was like I sank into this reality of Love that just held me close.<br />
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I'm really beginning to rest in His love, His provision, without stressing out and trying to fix everything. That's <b><i>huge</i></b> for me. I actually went to God with my burdens and <i>laid them down. </i>That's always been very, very difficult for me. And now I'm doing it. And I want to keep doing it. <br />
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Praise God! Bring it on! </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-4262951764124146492011-02-01T17:26:00.000-05:002011-02-01T17:26:00.594-05:00Water fast, day 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Day 2 is so much better than day 1. God's worked a lot in me last night and this morning. I think I am finally resting in Him. It's a huge break from trying to fix everything.<br />
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When I get into the sweet spot of a fast, I never want to leave it. It's so easy- you know exactly what you're going to eat and drink, whether it's just water, just liquids, or maple-lemonade like the Master Cleanse.<br />
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The challenge always comes in exiting the fast because I know I want to keep resting in Him as I return to the world of food. I'm excited about this arrangement, though, because I'll move from water to more liquids (fresh juice, coconut water, vegetable broth) to the Daniel fast (where you eat the diet of a diabetic vegan), and then finally back to meat and eggs.<br />
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I am <b>excited </b>about eating meat and eggs again. Yes. Yes indeed. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-3538099854494732382011-01-31T18:45:00.000-05:002011-01-31T18:45:43.904-05:00Water fast, day 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Today is the first day of a water fast for me. I've only done this once before successfully, but I've made it through day one! I'm hoping to do 3 days of water fasting followed by two days of liquids- coconut water, fresh juice, kombucha. Then I'll finish out my third and final week of the Daniel fast. <br />
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But... why am I fasting? That's an excellent question. I'm doing a Daniel fast (no meats, no sweets, no bread; only water to drink) in preparation for my move to Nashville. I want to make sure I'm where God wants me to be. I want to be closer to Him. I want everything He has in store for me, and I don't want to compromise our relationship. So I'm fasting for intimacy and discernment. I'm asking Him to come with His perfect love and cast out all fear. <br />
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But why the water fast? Well, I'll tell you. My good friend Shimmi and I have some things in common. We both follow Jesus. We love Him. But most of the time, in the depths of our hearts and at the core of our beings, we don't <em>feel</em> loved by Him. Which is a lie- He loves us more than we can <em>possibly</em> imagine. But we're not aware of it. And sometimes, we even feel like He doesn't like us that much, as if He's smirking and waiting on us to make a mistake. Lie! He <strong>is </strong>love. We <strong>want </strong>all of His love. But at the moment, we don't live every moment inside all of the intimacy that is available to us, and we're done with that. So we're praying and fasting for breakthrough for each other. I'm praying for Shimmi, and she's praying for me. To know Him. To believe Him. To receive Him. To be one with Him. Yes & amen. Come, Lord Jesus! </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-62869203085773674812011-01-30T23:36:00.000-05:002011-01-30T23:36:55.896-05:00suspicious<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I've recently been suspicious. Of myself. A week or so ago I wrote in my journal, noticed the previous date, and thought, "Huh. It's been a while since I wrote in here." Yesterday I wrote again and noticed the same thing. For about a week now, I've noticed that my shoulders have been rolled forward more, my heart pulled back. And I'll stretch a bit and fix it, but it goes right back to where it was. All this makes me suspicious of myself. <br />
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The suspicion is actually quite welcome, though. It means I'm catching onto myself quicker than I used to. (I really am very glad to be 31 years old and no longer in my twenties.) I know that I am avoiding myself if I'm avoiding journaling. There's something lurking under the surface that I'm afraid to face- hard or uncomfortable feelings, a situation I'm clueless about, a relationship that needs mending... or a whole bunch of things. People can read it on me easily (another clue), but I don't communicate it to myself consciously at all. <br />
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So now I've caught myself. When inner turmoil reaches a certain point, I always go hide my head in the sand, and I want this time to be different. Luckily, Jesus has the perfect words and heart for this: <br />
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<em>"Come to me, </em><br />
<em>all you who are weary and burdened, </em><br />
<em>and I will give you rest.</em><br />
<em>Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, </em><br />
<em>for I am gentle and humble in heart, </em><br />
<em>and you will find rest for your souls. </em><br />
<em>For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."</em><br />
-Jesus, Matthew 11:28-30<br />
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It's time to get quiet and still and lay it all down at His feet.<br />
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I just read this today, and it really grabbed me. I want to share it- Enjoy! <br />
(It's a great preparation for what will be a very different and immensely wonderful Valentine's day for me. I'm excited to see just what will happen!) <br />
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Saturday, January 29, 2011 <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The Point of All Living </span><br />
<br />
I love watching a herd of horses grazing in an open pasture, or running free across the wide, sage-covered plateaus in Montana. I love hiking in the high country when the wildflowers are blooming-the purple lupine and the Indian paintbrush when it's turning magenta. I love thunder clouds, massive ones. My family loves to sit outside on summer nights and watch the lightning, hear the thunder as a storm rolls in across Colorado. I love water, too-the ocean, streams, lakes, rivers, waterfalls, rain. I love jumping off high rocks into lakes with my boys. I love old barns, windmills, the West. I love vineyards. I love it when Stasi is loving something, love watching her delight. I love my boys. I love God. <br />
<br />
<br />
Everything you love is what makes a life worth living. Take a moment, set down the book, and make a list of all the things you love. Don't edit yourself; don't worry about prioritizing or anything of that sort. Simply think of all the things you love. Whether it's the people in your life or the things that bring you joy or the places that are dear to you or your God, you could not love them if you did not have a heart. Loving requires a heart alive and awake and free. A life filled with loving is a life most like the one that God lives, which is life as it was meant to be (Eph. 5:1-2). <br />
<br />
<br />
Of all the things that are required of us in this life, which is the most important? What is the real point of our existence? Jesus was confronted with the question point-blank one day, and he boiled it all down to two things: loving God and loving others. Do this, he said, and you will find the purpose of your life. Everything else will fall into place. Somewhere down inside we know it's true; we know love is the point. We know if we could truly love, and be loved, and never lose love, we would finally be happy. And is it even possible to love without your heart? <br />
<br />
<br />
(<a href="http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=55897228&msgid=770266&act=K9FJ&c=328627&destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.ransomedheart.com%2Fp-19-waking-the-dead-hard-back.aspx">Waking the Dead</a> , 47-48) </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-83849544472196081642011-01-28T14:15:00.000-05:002011-01-28T14:15:47.969-05:00hill running<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am not a runner. I do not run. I eschew it, dis it, whatever you wanna say, I <em>don't like to run.</em> <br />
<br />
But lately I've been running. Up and down hills. Mostly up, it's my preference. And God teaches me in our running; He invites me into it. <br />
<br />
Today He led me a more roundabout way than I wanted to go. And I ran up and along the flatter places. I slowed down through a turn and some brambles, but He asked me to keep running, so I did. Up another hill. <br />
<br />
This place is my life right now is ever in my consciousness- perching on the edge of great change, of great movement, still a little unsure that I'm headed the right direction, and seeking Him, always always always seeking Him for Himself and for answers that He is so pleased to give. <br />
<br />
I crested the hill, slowed to a walk. I took it all in before me, this glorious hill. I drank in where I was and looked out at where I was going. I let gravity pull me down the hill until I was running, running, and then up another hill, running, and then walking backwards (gotta work all those muscles). <br />
<br />
In the flow. Being with Him. That is where I am and where I shall continue to be. Yes and Amen!</div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-28334812157651774572011-01-28T14:07:00.000-05:002011-01-28T14:07:18.965-05:00Unhindered Encounter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Just to give you an idea of where I'll be on Saturday, February 12, two days before I am scheduled to move to Nashville. <br />
<br />
<a href="http://womengettingreal.com/2011/01/our-heart-for-unhindered/">http://womengettingreal.com/2011/01/our-heart-for-unhindered/</a><br />
<br />
<br />
Isaiah 61:1-3<br />
<br />
<br />
<em>1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>because the LORD has anointed me</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>to proclaim good news to the poor.</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>to proclaim freedom for the captives</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>and release from darkness for the prisoners,</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>2 to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>and the day of vengeance of our God,</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>to comfort all who mourn,</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>to bestow on them a crown of beauty</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>instead of ashes,</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>the oil of joy</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>instead of mourning,</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>and a garment of praise</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>instead of a spirit of despair.</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>They will be called oaks of righteousness,</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>a planting of the LORD</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>for the display of his splendor.</em></div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-66998779368306327202011-01-27T07:00:00.000-05:002011-01-26T23:57:44.780-05:00quiet night<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">snow<br />
<i>hush</i><br />
<br />
blanket of<br />
still<br />
covers us<br />
<br />
i partake<br />
of<br />
You<br />
<br />
we drink<br />
deeply<br />
this<br />
communion<br />
<br />
cup overflows <br />
joy rush in<br />
sorrow no more<br />
<br />
You hold me<br />
<i>fast</i>.<br />
<i></i></div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-81559830134741960002011-01-26T08:00:00.029-05:002011-01-26T08:00:13.670-05:00new warrior moves<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Life<br />
calls to <br />
Life<br />
<br />
new life within<br />
moves<br />
quickens<br />
<br />
joining together<br />
no longer alone<br />
one in the One<br />
<br />
surrounded by warriors<br />
we pound on walls,<br />
crying fall! <br />
<br />
closed doors swing open<br />
The King is coming!<br />
<br />
Light<br />
begets<br />
Light<br />
<br />
in Him <br />
there is no darkness.</div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-66278024773543375862011-01-25T22:51:00.000-05:002011-01-25T22:51:12.831-05:00unexpected revelation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">dead kernel of popcorn <br />
inside my chest <br />
fled<br />
<br />
brilliant glowing thing<br />
reverberating life<br />
came<br />
<br />
free now<br />
<br />
<em>breathe</em><br />
<br />
old deadness <br />
popped out<br />
gone<br />
<br />
free now<br />
<br />
<em>breathe</em><br />
<br />
what a trade<br />
my death <br />
for<br />
Your life <br />
<br />
doing <br />
nothing special.<br />
these things come<br />
<br />
unexpectedly.<br />
i am not afraid<br />
<br />
free now<br />
<br />
<em>breathe</em></div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-72351036564089230302011-01-24T22:42:00.000-05:002011-01-24T22:42:20.250-05:00yikes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Kombucha is harder for me to do without than I previously expected. <br />
<br />
Can anybody say "addict"?<br />
<br />
I got a little punchy today. Watch out. </div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-74381044848368054402011-01-24T00:23:00.000-05:002011-01-24T00:23:16.053-05:0021 days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">21 days<br />
with no kombucha,<br />
seeking more of God.<br />
<br />
21 days <br />
without herbal tea,<br />
eyes trained on Him.<br />
<br />
21 days <br />
without meat or eggs,<br />
stepping into the Love <br />
who sacrificed Himself.<br />
<br />
21 days<br />
of no sweets,<br />
sinking into the sweetness <br />
of the Prince of Peace.<br />
<br />
21 days<br />
lacking popcorn,<br />
gaining the fullness <br />
of His presence.<br />
<br />
21 days<br />
ignoring dark chocolate,<br />
soaking in the radiance <br />
of the Bright Morning Star. <br />
<br />
21 days<br />
pressing in to Love,<br />
getting answers, <br />
digging into revelations.<br />
<br />
21 days <br />
to seek His face,<br />
to fall more in Love,<br />
sink deeper into grace.<br />
<br />
21 days<br />
of <br />
a <br />
tender<br />
heart.<br />
<br />
Yes & Amen!<br />
<br />
<strong>Come, Lord Jesus!</strong> <br />
</div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20884981481339869.post-52497714041585005542011-01-23T01:00:00.000-05:002011-01-23T01:00:16.984-05:00yes. have some<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">dance. yoga. movement. yes. more. thanks. i'll have some. tasty.<br />
<br />
Just finished an awesome night of dancing. Taught a friend some following skills via waltz. Ate way too much Mexican food. Fixed the mother of all playlists and danced my tukus back on. Bellowed some songs. Did some kundalini yoga. breathing is so good. Was gifted with a yoga breakthrough and further revelation. He's beginning to pour it out already. Who knew there were hors d'oeuvres before a fast? <br />
<br />
brilliant. I am in for the ride of a lifetime. Bring it ON.</div>Megan Adairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01052392591634474755noreply@blogger.com0