Friday, May 24, 2013

Forever and Always. And then some.

A week ago, May 17th, a life changing event occurred that I will never forget.  Mr. Wonderful asked me to be his bride.  =)  Here's how it happened.
After a busy week of working late every night, this kid was excited to spend a relaxing evening with sir Tucker J.  I headed to his house where he was making dinner.  He ate quickly and, after he'd finished, proclaimed, "I need to grab a few things before we go" and ran downstairs.  I sat finishing my dinner, a bit confused.  When he returned upstairs, I asked him where we were going.  When my question was met with a sly smile, I said, "Guess it's a surprise then."
We drove to the beach, the place that Tuck had first asked me to be his girlfriend.  At this point, I was a bit suspicious as are evenings together are a bit more chill than this and, well, it felt like he was recreating our first date.  We walked along the shore making small talk, just as we had done 10 months prior.  As we walked, his friend Jason cried out from atop on of the stairs leading to a beach house, "Tucker!  Hey!  What are you guys doing here?"
"We should go say hey to them quick."
Now honestly, this threw me off a bit, as Tucker knows me better than to propose in front of a lot of people.  When we reached the top of the steps, however, Jason had disappeared (which I honestly didn't realize until Tuck told me Saturday morning; yeah, I was in a bit of shock =)).
We we reached the top of the stair, we were greeted by a bottle of wine, the same kind that I had gotten Tuck for his birthday and that we drank on Valentine's day, tiramisu, my favorite dessert, sitting on a plate that Tuck had painted inside jokes on at Naked Plates, a frequent date location for us, and a sketch artist.
Now, back story on the sketch artist a bit.  So, back before Tucker and I were dating, we planned on hitting up a jazz concert downtown only to discover that it's last showing was the week before.  Instead, I decided to show him the high life of the city; you know, the giant tire swing, button, that kind of thing  ;-)  We ended our tour back at Rosa Parks where we sat for a few hours simply talking about life.  As we sat talking, a man approached us, introduced himself as a portrait artist, and asked if he could draw us. I was a bit hesitant about it, and Tuck was all for it, so we let him draw us.  As he drew, we got to hear a bit about he and his girlfriend's (who later join us) life stories.  Toward the end of the conversation, I felt in my gut that I should ask if we could pray for them.  Feeling a bit silly, though, I didn't mention anything.  Tuck, on the other hand, after paying for the drawing, asked if we could pray for them quick (granted, I'd said nothing to Tucker about my prompting to pray).  They quickly agreed, and so he prayed.  They were ecstatic afterward, and thanked us for the best prayer they'd every heard.  I remember returning home that night and telling my roommate, "Screw dating this guy!  I want to do ministry with him!"
Flash back to Friday.  So we're greeted by thoughtful wine, tiramisu, hand crafted plate, and sketch artist.  Tuck pulls his phone and speakers out of his bag and starts playing some of our favorite tunes.  At this point, I'm suspicious but trying not to let myself jump to conclusions.  We make small talk with the artist as he draws, reminiscing about our relationship and what God has taught us over the past year, really the perfect set up.  =)  The artist shows us his drawing evidencing the evening, sets it aside, then rummages around in his bag as Tuck and I get lost in conversation.  When I looked back on the easel, I looked like a black frame had been placed on it, though I honestly couldn't remember if it was already there or not.
Then in a swift move, the artist flipped the easel around and booked it out of there.  I started to tremble as I saw what was on it: a drawing of Tuck proposing to me on the beach.  As I was distracted by the drawing, Tuck had slide out of his chair and onto one knee.  He held an open ring box that contained a ring that he'd made out of twisty ties (when we'd talked about rings earlier, I told Tucker that I didn't care about the ring; he could propose to me with a twisty tie and I would say yes and treasure it forever) and told me, "So, the real reason that we're here tonight is for me to say Sal jy my die eer van my vrou, which in English means will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
The details get a bit fuzzy for me here.  At some point in all of this, he slipped the twisty tie ring onto my finger.  I stood up and tackled him in a hug and whispered, "Always babe".  He stood up with me still in his arms, a grin the size of Africa on his face, slipped his hand in his pocket, and said something along the lines of, "Good, but I'm not that cheap" as he slipped the real ring on my finger.  =)


We spent quite literally all day Saturday going around to loved ones and announcing our news to them.  Here are a few of my favorite stories:
We tried to get a hold of my friend, Shiffra, but couldn't, so I left her a message asking if I could bring my finance along when we met yes.  She promptly called me back looking for an explanation.
We met one of my roommates, Mary Jo, at work where I announced to her that she was going to have another brother (cause the Clancy Clan is full of sisters =)).  It took her a bit to understand the news, but then was super excited for us.
We met my other roommate, Amy/Smelly, at our house.  I walked in the house initially without Tucker and announced to her that my fiance is a liar (she had asked him earlier if he was going to propose that Friday and he had told her no).  After it sunk in, she gave him a good amount of grief for lying to her.
We headed to the race track to show his folks the ring (they already knew about it) and to tell his grandparents.  They couldn't have been more thrilled.
We headed to my grandparents house, where I made the mistake of telling the about the engagement by saying they were going to have another grandson.  At first, my grandpa just kind of hung his head until I explained, "No grandpa!  It's Tucker!  We're going to get married!"  Haha! Dear grandpa, thanks for thinking I'm pregnant; my name is not Mary.
While we were there, my sister, whom I've been trying to get a hold of for months, called.  Naturally I took the phone, and when in our small talk she asked about grandma, I handed the phone to my grandmother.  While they were making small talk, my grandma nonchalantly mentioned, "And you know that your sister's getting married, right?" *facepalm* I could hear Darcy yelling on the other line: "What?  Give her the phone! Give Sharon the phone!"
"Well Darce, now you know why I called." =)
We went to Verald and Robyn's house to say hey.  While making small talk with them, I playfully kept punching Verald in the arm, our usual display of sibling love.  After a bit, I said, "Well, we just wanted to stop in and say hey and try out the new weaponry."  It took them both a moment to understand, then Verald grabbed my hand and they both gasped and congratulated us.
We went to my mom's house and waiting for Phil and Hannah to drop off my nephew.  While they were there, I kept talking to Ezra and referring to Tucker as his uncle.
"Tank, throw the ball to UNCLE Tucker.  Tank, jump to UNLCE Tucker."
Phil caught on, but Hannah didn't quite, so finally I took off my ring, handed it to my nephew, and said, "Ezra, show momma what auntie has."
He gleefully trotted over to her.  "What do you haaahhh!"  =)
We had a bonfire to tell a bunch of my friends.  Being her first time there, Breanna got a bit lost, so she called me and I stood down the drive until she pulled in.  As soon as she drove past me she yelled, "Shar- WHAT IS ON YOUR HAND?" Yup, she's observant.  =)


Despite being their Friday and telling everyone on Saturday, it still didn't really sink in until we were singing in church Sunday morning.  As we stood singing, I looked over at Tuck and really began to realize that this is the man that I get to marry.  A tear rolled down my check as I reflected on now only my relationship with him, but also how much God has grown me and the truths that He has taught me through Tuck.  I stood amazed at how much He has grown and matured me over the past two years, how perfect His plan is for me, how much higher His ways are than mine.  Never in a million years could I have imagined the growth that He has done in my life or that I would be so blessed by Tucker.  Never could I have imagined the joy, peace, love, and truth that I have found.  Praising God for His perfect planning and for leading me to places greater than I could ever dream or imagine!  Praising Him that I get to marry someone far better than the man of my dreams, someone who constantly pushes me closer and closer to God.  To God be the glory now and forever!

And in case that isn't enough words for you, here are a few photos that Paul Rozeboom took after the big event last Friday.



















Thursday, May 23, 2013

Let us pray

Please join me in praying for the Murphy family.  Their beautiful daughter, Christianna, far right, passed away unexpectedly while playing yesterday.

He will wipe every tear from their eyes.  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.  Revelation 21:4



Saturday, March 30, 2013

Amazed

Yesterday I attended a Good Friday service, which like most Good Friday services, had a somber feel as we reflected on the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.  Further, the pastor described some of the things that God has  redeemed us from through Christ: sin, fear, shame, selfishness.  As he went through the list, I stood amazed by all the Christ has saved me from.
As a person who has grown up in the church, I know the Easter story well.  Even as a small child, I could have told you how Jesus died on the cross to save me from my sins.  Still, this year this truth hit differently.  As I sat through the service, I began to reflect on how much God has grown me over the past year or so.  As the pastor discussed being freed from fear, I felt a lightness as I reflected on the deeply rooted fears that God has uprooted from my life recently.  As he discussed shame, I sat joyful in the freedom that God has given me from shame as He's shown me the truth of who I am in Him.  As he discussed sin, I praised God from breaking the bonds of sin in my life and repented for the sins that I continue to turn back to.  As he discussed selfishness, I praised God for the opportunity to serve those around me.

Friends, it truly is amazing what God did for us on that cross those 2000 years ago.  And it truly is amazing what God continues to do for us as He brings redemption and restoration into our lives.  Join me in praising Him for that, please!

So  if the Son has set you free, you are free indeed! John 8:36

The Little Things


 Naaman was the commander of the Syrian army. The Lord had helped him and his troops defeat their enemies, so the king of Syria respected Naaman very much. Naaman was a brave soldier, but he had leprosy.[a]
2 One day while the Syrian troops were raiding Israel, they captured a girl, and she became a servant of Naaman’s wife. 3 Some time later the girl said, “If your husband Naaman would go to the prophet in Samaria, he would be cured of his leprosy.”
4 When Naaman told the king what the girl had said, 5 the king replied, “Go ahead! I will give you a letter to take to the king of Israel.”
Naaman left and took along seven hundred fifty pounds of silver, one hundred fifty pounds of gold, and ten new outfits. 6 He also carried the letter to the king of Israel. It said, “I am sending my servant Naaman to you. Would you cure him of his leprosy?”
7 When the king of Israel read the letter, he tore his clothes in fear and shouted, “That Syrian king believes I can cure this man of leprosy! Does he think I’m God with power over life and death? He must be trying to pick a fight with me.”
8 As soon as Elisha the prophet[b] heard what had happened, he sent the Israelite king this message: “Why are you so afraid? Send the man to me, so that he will know there is a prophet in Israel.”
9 Naaman left with his horses and chariots and stopped at the door of Elisha’s house. 10 Elisha sent someone outside to say to him, “Go wash seven times in the Jordan River. Then you’ll be completely cured.”
11 But Naaman stormed off, grumbling, “Why couldn’t he come out and talk to me? I thought for sure he would stand in front of me and pray to the Lord his God, then wave his hand over my skin and cure me. 12 What about the Abana River[c] or the Pharpar River? Those rivers in Damascus are just as good as any river in Israel. I could have washed in them and been cured.”
13 His servants went over to him and said, “Sir, if the prophet had told you to do something difficult, you would have done it. So why don’t you do what he said? Go wash and be cured.”
14 Naaman walked down to the Jordan; he waded out into the water and stooped down in it seven times, just as Elisha had told him. Right away, he was cured, and his skin became as smooth as a child’s.  (2 Kings 5)

If he'd told you to do something difficult, you would have done it.  
Yup, that thought resonates with me.  If God had asked me to do something difficult, I'd do it; it's easy to obey me when He asks me to uproot and move to Africa or serve in some leadership position, easy to follow Him in the big stuff.  So why do I struggle to obey him in the little things?  Why do I question His leading in the day to day?  Why don't I seek His will in my everyday choices?

Papa, forgive me for looking to You only for the next grand adventure.  Forgive me for minimizing the importance of today.  Forgive me for not seeking You in my daily choices, for ignoring Your voice in small decisions.  LORD, because You are my Rock and my Salvation, lead and guide me for Your name sake.  Lead me in the small things of today, Papa.  Where You lead, I will follow. 


Thursday, February 28, 2013

Mouse Vomit

Yes, the lovely mouse escapades continued.

After the sticky traps failed, I went out and purchased traps that would definitely trap the little guy (and kindly close the door behind him so I didn't have to see his lifeless body).  The morning after I set the trap, I knew it had been a success as I heard the little guy giving his final squeals.  When I returned from work to dispose of the trap, the little guy had done it again!  The little houdini somehow managed to get in and out of the circular snare without a trap.  How on earth?  This clearly was not your average mouse!

And then a thought occurred to me: the sounds that I heard in the morning didn't sound like they were coming from the floor where the trap I was currently examining was located.  No, the sounds seemed higher up, perhaps nearer the windowsill hidden by our counter, nearer to the original sticky trap.  No!  The little guy couldn't possible return to the peanut butter that first ensnared him.  After all of that struggle, surely he learned his lesson, right?

A quick glance over the counter proved otherwise!  Sure enough, the lifeless body lay fully sprawled on the glue of the trap.  My pity quickly turned to disdain.  What a stupid creature!  He knew full well the lure of the treat would only lead to death.  Only a stupid creature would so toy with its fate!

And as I stood judging the tiny guy, this verse came to mind.

As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly (Proverbs 26:11)

Instant conviction, hey.  For how often do I return to the same sin knowing it ultimately leads to death?  How often do I walk away from God into the lure knowing full well that it will only lead to pain and struggle?  How long do I, like this mouse, toy with temptation only to become ensnared?

Papa, forgive me for not following You.  For giving me for letting my eyes wander from Your truth to the lies of worldly enticements.  Forgive me for seeking momentary pleasure from that which I know will only lead me far from you.  You are my King.  Lead and guide me for Your name sake.  Where You lead, I will follow.  LORD, give me the strength and discipline to follow Your commands.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Failure


Attention everyone: I have an announcement to make: I, Sharon, am a failure.


Recently at my small group, we talked about our greatest fears (a fun topic, I know).  As I thought about the topic, my initial thought was that my greatest fear was failing God, of not living up to the life that He has for me.  And then I realized something.

I don't have to fear failing God.  The truth is, I fail Him every day.  Daily I fall short of His glory.  In that sense, I'm a failure.

But greater than my failure is His grace.  His grace alone covers me.  His grace alone is enough!  It's by His grace, not by anything of my own doing, that I'm covered, saved, redeemed, restored.

Praise God for His abundant grace!