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Tearing Down Forts

I haven’t felt like writing much over the past several months for a variety of reasons but mainly because of one key point. My morning devotion shined a razor focused light on that point right toward my brain so thank you Jesus for the jolt awake today. No amount of the self induced caffeine fort is going to cut it today. HA!

So, I’m simply going to write from my heart regardless of the whopper sized day ahead. You see, one of the biggest forts that I build for myself is protection from fear. One of those has always been death or the lack of control thereof from the reality of death. But it is something we all face no matter how far away we run from it. I suppose I’ve done what many people probably do which is the use of self made protection or we could also say the use of our own forts. We all have them to some extent because we are special little hellions that Jesus loves regardless. The point is when we follow Jesus there will be fear surrounding us and it will be hard and not all of it will be pretty. The cross was pretty. Not everyone likes that kind of hard but Jesus loves that kind of hard. In fact the Bible references do not fear at least 365 times which is our daily affirmation to dismantle it.

Back to my forts. Running from it, putting it out of the mind, thinking about it as little as possible, trying to forget, sometimes even numbing it. But you can’t forget because it exists. All of these self induced forts are futile because hard things exist under God’s sovereign plan of life. Question is when to stop running and when to start facing.

There are a lot of self made things I’m still dismantling so this girl right here is far from perfect. However, I’m working hard at dismantling them because of Jesus. One of is a commitment I made in working with grieving children. Let’s just say there would have been no way on earth my previous self would knowingly walk in to a room full of death and grief and pain. Who am I kidding, my current self wouldn’t be able to do it without Jesus either. But I’m doing it with Him by my side. It is some is heavy stuff and with the hard, heavy stuff there is so much love.

He was the one who found her and had to cut Mom down from the rope.

When I’m here I know I am not alone.

Suddenly, any of my own first world problems melt away.

To be continued…today hopefully. Tearing down more forts over here peeps!

Loved By Grace,

Aimee

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Confessions of the Beer Cart

Yesterday might have been the craziest night working the concert circuit, otherwise called confessions of the beer cart. First starting with amped up security measures becoming more and more increasingly similar to air traffic control homeland security.

Apparently there were protesters outside and concerns of altercation sparked by the celebrity in town to take the stage. Sadly, this is a reality of the times. I did not see the protesters since staff security commences at the back of the arena. However we could sign a petition outside to legalize marijuana. Which in case you've never been smacked straight in the nostrils with a contact high in or around a stadium,
…signing or not signing is a futile point.

I'm not really sure where I land on the spectrum of this population demographic as it was quite varied. But I was less than impressed with Kid Rock. Perhaps I belonged outside with the protesters, I don't know, I guess we land somewhere in the middle at the medal detectors.

The patrons were mostly happy campers so this always makes for a fun night. I mean, who isn't happy with the beer server celebrating their 21st birthday with them upon verifying a birth year of 1976. That guy came back like ten times although he might not be feeling very well today. Lol.

The 1938 birth year was priceless because we have to card everyone. I must say I was thrilled to see such a young lad at a rap/country/rock concert. You go guy! I was fairly certain he came with his granddaughter who giggled when he finally got his beer…until she leaned in toward him in a much different way. Oops, guess it is NOT a granddaughter! Thank goodness I did not say your grandpa is so cute when she giggled. I'm telling you Loves, never judge a book by its cover. That might have been a mess but one for the book.

We are also therapists at the beer cart in case you did not know. In this particular instance to the tune of a $500 Ticketmaster bill for the floor area only to discover it paid for nose bleed seats. This poor woman was a mess, no shoes on her feet, she just wanted a beer to drown out her troubles. They are working on a refund, no worries friends. We have this under control but we had tears nevertheless and no shoes on the feet. What happened to your shoes?! She ditched them and she doesn't care. You poor thing, we need to have you do a keg stand instead of just one beer. Yep, that will take care of it. Boyfriend had no idea what a keg stand is so then we had an educational conversation about various keg activities. Okay, keg stand, I'm
just kidding. But then she left laughing with her beer so the therapy session was a success and she also might not be feeling very well today.

Now, I'm not endorsing or rebuking heavy drinking. That is between Jesus and the patrons. Our job at the beer cart is to love them either way.

Anyhoo, Kid Rock is very vocal about himself. The first thing he said was this:

You are all here to help fill up my big fat pockets.

Yes, I'm serious. This was his opening statement followed by a political speech ending in Kid Rock for President of the United States. Followed by other statements about the poor and other deadbeats our country supports.

I don't know, we all have different views on politics and that is our right. I get it, we are going to perceive truths based around our life experiences so we can give Kid Rock the benefit of the doubt. He has after all given much to his hometown of Detroit.

However, he lost me personally at filling up my big fat pockets. Which I really like his restaurant we dined at not too long ago but somehow I am no longer interested in that kind of fine dining. Jesus, I wanted to pour the beer over his head so I definitely need forgiveness over that thought. And while I'm at it, the profanity filled derogatory comments about women did not produce kind thoughts on my part either. Insert angry face…

Anything that creates a negative reaction in me I have to ask myself, would we hear Jesus say that? Big fat pockets NO from confessions of the beer cart.

But our patrons were happy and I'm certain warming up hearts is more important than pockets.

Loved By Grace,
Aimee

God Does Not Make Junk

This truth came at me in several places the past few days and here it was again with this verse today.

How often we can all buy the lie that we are weak, not good enough, less than. The idea that God makes some good but not all things. It isn’t God speaking that lie and it isn’t Him letting bad things happen.  Rather we hear the false messages around us and give in to it instead.  Before we know it, we give up or sabotage our God-given strength in the process.

Witnessing this play out stirred so much emotion in me yesterday. My son and his team were in the heat of a battle and it wasn’t against an opposing team. That’s also a lie. It was a battle against themselves. Rest assured, the minute we start claiming God’s spirit in us is precisely when the great test follows because it wants us to fall back on the false answers.

I couldn’t stand back and watch this team bow down to a test that wants us to lower our heads and give up. But the real truth is the same strength that raised Jesus from the dead lives in each one of us and we have to fight for it. Because the lie does not want us to live in that strength.

I may have been a little loud, just slightly. Okay, megaphone loud…But I was not about to watch these kids go down without a fight.  Although my son did not appreciate the crazy momma pep rally…sometimes a reminder is for our own good. He stepped up to that plate with the truth and fought with everything he had to give it. He did not lower his head to the lie.

The battle is against ourselves, not another team. God does not make junk, He makes strength in His image. Remember that during the test.

That’a boy.

Loved By Grace,

Aimee

 

 

 

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