For the past month, Liberty University students have been gathering every Wednesday night to pray for Spiritual Awakening on our campus. We have defined awakening as this: “Resurrection of Spiritual Death and/or Waking from Spiritual Slumber.” So far, we have discussed repentance, God’s divine intervention, and hunger for the Manifest Presence of God. Tonight, […]
As Beverly Cleary celebrates 100 years, I reflect not only on how much the world has changed over the last century, but also on how much it has remained the same. The characters she created so many years ago still resonate strongly with children today, and hold a special place for many of us who grew up reading about them.
The first ‘chapter book’ I ever read was Henry Huggins. In fact, I still remember every minute detail surrounding my reading of it…
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Such wisdom! Great read for all ages.
Life can feel like a struggle when it is cool to hang out at coffee shops and you do not drink coffee.
Life can feel like a struggle when you only get 39 likes on an Instagram post instead of 40.
Life can feel like a struggle when you only get a B+ instead of an A.
What is it about a cup of coffee, a number, or a letter, that can control our lives in such a defining way? Why do we allow such things to mark us as relevant or irrelevant, popular or invisible, genius or stupid? How come we give them a say?
In this day and age it is very easy to get carried away and forget who we are; to forget who or what defines us.
As I reflect on 2015 in anticipation for the new year, I can see all the things I have allowed to define…
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Christmas is a time of remembrance. The season guides us to reminisce about the joys and sorrows of years past, our days filled with favorite movies, thoughts of cherished loved ones and stories of old, all swiftly swirling around an ancient story of a baby born in Bethlehem on a silent night. Those defining moments of past bring us clarity and comfort. But while the Christmas lights still glow from rooftops and town squares, the calendar marches on to the 26th, then the 27th, then the 28th until we find ourselves shifting gears, moving in a new direction at a different pace.
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Happy New Year’s Eve, everyone!!!! Like all people in America this time of year, I am reflecting on 2014, looking forward to 2015 and thinking about the me I want to be and become in the coming year. In one week from today, I’m going to be turning 38. Some people might think this is really old, and others might wish they were back at this young age. Me, I’ve been looking forward to this birthday for quite some time. I am a fan of the Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake bromance and the way they just have fun with everyday things. One of my favorites is the hashtag sketch where they have an everyday conversation with one another using hashtags as the format for their sentence structure. (I’ve included a link to the video if you haven’t seen it, but be forewarned there is unfortunately a bleeped out curse word at the very end.) One of my favorite parts is when Jimmy says, “Hashtag, I’m 38.” Ever since then, I’ve been looking forward to being the same age.
Now, if Jason was writing this blog, he would give you the awesome history of the hashtag. He’d tell you how according to Wikipedia,
“The number sign was often used in information technology to highlight a special meaning. In 1970 for example, the number sign was used to denote immediate address mode in the assembly language of the PDP-11 when placed next to a symbol or a number. In 1978, Brian Kernighan and Dennis Ritchie used # in the C programming language for special keywords that had to be processed first by the C preprocessor. Since before the invention of the hashtag, the number sign has been called the “hash symbol” in some countries outside of North America.
The number sign then appeared and was used within IRC networks to label groups and topics. Channels or topics that are available across an entire IRC network are prefixed with a hash symbol # (as opposed to those local to a server, which use an ampersand ‘&’).
The use of the number sign in IRC inspired Chris Messina to propose a similar system to be used on Twitter to tag topics of interest on the microblogging network. He posted the first hashtag on Twitter:
how do you feel about using # (pound) for groups. As in #barcamp [msg]?
Internationally, the hashtag became a practice of writing style for Twitter posts during the 2009–2010 Iranian election protests, as both English- and Persian-language hashtags became useful for Twitter users inside and outside Iran.“dw”. 2009.
The first use of the term “hash tag” was in a blog post by Stowe Boyd, “Hash Tags = Twitter Groupings,” on 26 August 2007, according to lexicographer Ben Zimmer, chair of the American Dialect Society’s New Words Committee.
Beginning July 2, 2009, Twitter began to hyperlink all hashtags in tweets to Twitter search results for the hashtagged word (and for the standard spelling of commonly misspelled words). In 2010, Twitter introduced “Trending Topics” on the Twitter front page, displaying hashtags that are rapidly becoming popular. However, Twitter has an algorithm to tackle black-hat SEO practice of making a hashtag trending. The algorithm ensures that the hashtags trend naturally.”
Who am I kidding? Jason would never use Wikipedia as a source. I’m just not that kind of writer. So you just get a Jimmy Fallon video and an announcement from me to you.
In 2015, I want to be more disciplined. God has been working with me a lot in this area and surprisingly, it isn’t the rigid, overwhelming do the entire checklist kind of discipline because I don’t measure up and can’t do enough. It’s a rest in His peace, trust in Him because He is always enough, know that God has a plan that will turn out good even if I have to go through some bad to get there. It’s a discipline that I am striving to immerse myself in His word, His truth and His love so regularly, my focus isn’t on any one circumstance or issue but on the truth of who He is and what He wants to do through me.
So that said, I am instituting the year of the hashtag in 2015 for you to follow along with our family and my journey this year. #soroskigram on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook will give you a picture of each of our days from each of our family that is planning on participating but definitely me. Feel free to use the #soroskigram hastag to share your day and year with us. I will be blogging regularly, probably about every 2 weeks to share about things going on in our life and my opinion on things. I’d love to have you join along. Hold me accountable. Strive to be relevant in your day to day life in 2015. Immerse yourself along with me in prayer and God’s word. Let me know if you want a place to come and learn more about who Jesus is and how you can live for Him if you’re in the Katy/Richmond/Fulshear area. Love Big. Forgive yourself for mistakes in 2014. Forgive others for theirs. Take on the discipline to follow Christ in every area of your life so you can find rest in Him. #happynewyearfromtheSoroski7
I was on Pinterest the other day, okay, I know that is not a random fact about me, I’m on Pinterest everyday but still. I was on Pinterest the other day, and I was reading about a child who had lost their mother. One of the things she stated she regretted was that there were so many random things she would never know about her mom. I then found a blog called “30 Things My Kids Should Know about Me” That made me think, am I as open and honest as I think I am with people? Do people know me well or do they simply think they know me from status posts, or instagram feeds? If anything happened to me how much left unknown would there be? Is there even 20 Random facts about me? I really don’t know the answer. I literally just sat down to figure it out.
1. I can gargle the Star Spangled Banner. Now, to people who know me well that isn’t that random, it is an old high school band bus trick but some of my friends are new so I figured let’s start there. I can only do it if I’m not giggling. If I giggle, I choke. (Is that fact #2 or still part of #1? We’ll see if we need it at the end and make the decision.)
2. All cereal that isn’t Rice Krispies makes me gag. (I’m beginning to question how this list is really going to impact my eternal legacy to be honest.)
3. I hate people walking behind me. I mean it. I seriously wish you would walk next to me or beside me but it stresses me out knowing people are walking behind me.
4. When I got married, I had a firm belief that married couples shouldn’t lock into having a set side of the bed. That seemed archaic to me and I refused to be one of those new brides who settled for the right or left of the bed. It’s my bed too and if I want to sleep on the right or the left of any given night, I would. Marriage wasn’t going to tie me down. That lasted about 8 years. Now, I sleep on the left. Hey, people change.
5. I’ve always wanted a big dog. I love my little dogs but there just seems to be something almost patriotic about having a big dog. I had one once but it didn’t work out, her existence triggered the boy’s asthma so it was a choice of a breathing kid or a big dog. Breathing kid won. I still want a big dog.
6. Since we are talking about dogs, I’ve always wanted a puppy as a surprise gift. I know this is not smart or responsible and therefore it hasn’t happened, but still. I think it is romantic and whimsical and I would love to have it happen. As long as I’m wishing, I want it to have a bow on too.
7. I have the coolest, most amazing, aunts and uncles ever. Let’s face it, Aunts and Uncles get a lot of attention when you’re a kid but as you get older it isn’t the same. They feel weird that you’re all grown, they have grown kids and have transitioned to grandparents or whatever but still. Some of my favorite memories are with my aunts and uncles. They taught me tons about life, the world, books, movies, sailing, fishing, horses, motorcycles, music, boys, sports and politics. I guess that is just it. They are all very different and have very different interests and family lives of their own but they each taught me and each held that special role of Aunt or Uncle. I love that I am still close to most of mine. I love that they get to know my kids and still pour into them in such individual but important ways.
8. Football really did help me get dates. I don’t know what else to say about that. Girls, it’s not a bad skill to have if you need help in that area. Just saying.
9. I don’t like the term best friend. That implies you have a worst friend. I have been blessed with many friends in my time and I would never want that title assigned to me or by me. I love my people. They are all precious in different ways.
10. Okay, this is really a stretch for me to share. I figure #10 is halfway so let’s celebrate that with me getting real for a moment. I’m going to talk about something I never ever ever ever want to talk about. Teeth. I know I’m a nurse but please don’t take this as actual factual medical advise but here is how I think teeth should be cared for ideally. Mouthwash first (this breaks up the gunk and kills any food odors so your toothpaste doesn’t taste like whatever you just ate). Then floss. Why floss after you’ve already scrubbed and clean? It grosses me out. Then after flossing, brush away. I think 2 minute minimum brushing is a good start. Then mouthwash again. I know I’m giving way too much power to the mouthwash lobby but hey, that is how I feel about this.
11. I don’t like light via lamps. I prefer overhead lighting. Random was in the title of this blog, I don’t know what you were expecting.
12. My brother will always be my hero until the day I die. No one else has ever fought the neighborhood bully for picking on me when I was a tiny first grader. He’s been fighting for what’s right as long as I’ve known him and it’s one of the things I love most about him. It’s also one of the most frustrating traits when you’re trying to be right against him. But nevertheless, he will always be a hero to me.
13. I hate to share watermelon. I love watermelon. I really have to revert to kindergarten manner philosophies to make myself share with my family. Plus, it is difficult to prepare to eat. All that work to just give some of it away.
14. I think ice cream tastes the best when someone else scoops it. It just does. There ya have it.
15. I still daydream.
16. One of my favorite bible verses since becoming a mom is the one where Mary is watching Jesus grow and it says she treasured it all up in her heart. I do that too since I’ve become a mom. I literally take moments and catalog them away in my heart. I can cry just reflecting on that catalog. I know my kids think I’m not sentimental but I really am.
17. I get angry at people who think it’s funny to post cat pictures on my wall or tag me in theirs. I’m not entertained or flattered. I don’t laugh it off like other times I am teased. I really get angry. I know this is just going to make them do it more and they will all feel encouraged and happy at the thought of angering me but seriously, I have to pray and ask for forgiveness I find it so infuriating. If I was in jr. high, I’d defriend you. (Grumpy Cat is the exception.)
18. I’ve only heard my dad say one cuss word EVER. It was “Jackass”. I still laugh uncontrollably at that memory. I have an awesome Dad who truly walks the talk. I know he isn’t perfect but in my Daddy’s little girl eyes he is pretty close. I’ve never felt like my parents didn’t love me or that I didn’t measure up to their expectations. Even when I know I didn’t. He never shamed me in that. I pray my girls find boys like Jason and my Dad and that my boys be like them. Otherwise, they will have only found a “Jackass”.
19. All the women in our family were married at age 19, myself included. My mom was a beautiful bride and taught me to be an amazing wife and mother. I make fun of her wedding dress though. I feel badly now because my girls make fun of mine and I do, in fact, know how it feels but what can I say, hers had daisies on it. That to me in 1987 was funny. Now I see my 1996 puffy sleeves and butt bow for what they are and respect my mom even more for dealing with me all these years. She deserves an award. People said that was too young for me to get married but seeing as how everyone in my family has been married forever (my parents just celebrating 41 years), I don’t have a problem with it if God brings my girls a guy young and they keep the tradition running. The boy had better love Jesus though or I will chase them away with a broom. I’m not kidding. Seriously, I will beat them away. (Is that another random fact or still tied in? Not sure on this one either.)
20. I still think I could have made it as an olympic gymnast. I know the fact that my somersaults were unbalanced and that I couldn’t do any tumbling more difficult than cartwheels works against me. I think that I really did have a heart as big as Mary Lou Retton’s. I think I had the work ethic and I looked really cute in my American flag leo. With braces, my smile was just as nice. Just because I fell off the balance beam more times than I didn’t is just negativity meant to hold me back.
That’s it, I realize I do have more about me I’ve not really ever shared or gotten a chance to explain so this has been fun. Nothing earth shattering or anything that will change the world but I do think it is good for us to take the time and look at our lives and see how real we are being with people. How honest are we portraying ourselves? How intentional are we being about making a difference in relationships instead of just displaying what we want people to believe about us? Even in this randomness, I put a spin on things. I didn’t lie. I didn’t make anything up but I filtered out the t.m.i., I tried to mix humor with sentimental. I mean after all, this is going to reflect on me and I do want my new blog to succeed. But being real and honest is how we build intimacy with others. What filters are you using that you shouldn’t be with those you care about? Which filters should you be using that you aren’t? Share the randomness of who you are with the world, it gives the world a flare of color. My favorite color is burnt orange \m/. (Random fact #23?)