Habakkuk 2:3

For the vision is yet for an appointed time and it hastens to the end fulfillment; it will not deceive or disappoint. Though it tarry, wait earnestly for it, because it will surely come; it will not be behindhand on its appointed day.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Cling to His Promises

Cling to them like the hem of his robe.
Like it is the only source of hope of life for you.

I sometimes get so caught up in the now, and impatience begins to stir within me. Doubt seems to be more attractive then waiting for God's promises. I see through the tiny peep hole God has set before my eyes to view His overwhelming confusing collage of a mystery. Waiting. Not seeing the benefits. Only pain and no new gardens to bloom around my hurting heart.
But oh how wrong I am in this tiny disposition of God's big plan!
Jeremiah 33-
The Lord who made the earth, who formed and established it, whose name is the Lord: Ask me and I will tell you remarkable secrets you do not know about things to come.
The people of the world will see all the good I do for my people, and they will tremble with awe at the peace and prosperity I provide for them. You have said "This is a desolate land where people and animals have disappeared."
Yet in the empty streets of Jerusalem and Judah's other towns, there will be heard once more the sound of joy and laughter. The joyful voices of bridegrooms and brides will be heard again, along with the joyous songs of people bringing thanksgiving offerings to the Lord. They will sing,
"Give thanks to the Lord of Heaven's Armies,
for the Lord is good.
His faithful love endures forever!"
For I will restore the prosperity of this land to what it was in the past, says the Lord.

This is what the Lord says: "If you can break my covenant with the day and the night so that one does not follow the other, only then will my covenant with my servant David be broken."

So if I can try and stop the night from greeting the end of the day, or stop the dawn from rising after night, THEN God's covenant would be broken. But it's impossible to be done!
It's like trying to hold back the sun from rising to it's ordained place.
That is how true and faithful God's promises are. And how He Loves to keep them, and bless those whose confidence is found in Him. Faith is the decided obedience in the things unseen.
Though it may feel the blue has left my skies, God is there to restore them with His beauty from the ashes kiss upon my heart.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Unwashed and Dirty.

So when was the last time Krista washed her hair...?
just take a guess. Or two....

3 days ago?......guess again. 4? 5? 6?.... No. Not SEVEN Krista... Seriously?!

Darn Right I'm serious. Last Saturday was the last day I washed my hair.
I am being completely honest when I say I have magical hair. My dad prayed for a redheaded girl, and here I am!
I can go a week without washing my hair, and it still looks great. Well, I think so. Baby powder and hairspray become your closest friends in this process.
I will probably end up washing it tonight...or maybe see how long I can actually go..
I think I would do great in Africa, going days without a shower, and not caring about my hair.
Disgusting? Only if you think my hair looks it.
Its a great feeling though.
Waking up and doing nothing to it. Letting my wild red mane be free in all of its craziness.

You should try it sometime

Three words-John Mark McMillan.


Friday, January 29, 2010

Astair. You're glare is killing me.

Comfortably sitting on my bed Indian style wondering to myself how my closet might look if it wasn't throwing up clothes on the ground... In English we read a comparison/contrast article on Messy people versus Neat people. I loved it. He said that neat people don't even care about what they throw away, all they want is the end result. But Messy people really do intend to clean up those clothes on the ground, or those papers strewn across the table. They just care deeply about each little detail of each item, so it takes time to get to throwing things away. WE messy people hang on to that Birthday card from your grandma on your 4th birthday.
Then in Home Ec, we found yet ANOTHER way to cook a potato. I know it's only the second day...but come on, I'm done with mashing, boiling and sticking 'em in a stew.
Had a funny time discussing who would get married first out of our 5 senior girl group at Liberty..I was nominated to be LAST. Why might I ask? They just proceeded to laugh...and we decided that my husband would be the next man to walk into starbucks, which turned out to be this extremely good looking Orlando Bloom impersonator....or close enough. =)

My poor car window got fixed today! I can finally roll it up and down without looking like an idiot trying to pull it back into place. My baby is back...however, my owl cd is stuck in the player. I feel like He's falling apart on me! He exaggerates when I gently tap my foot on the gas, and He refuses to spit my cd out. It's okay, I love him. He's stubborn, just like me.

I finished "Hinds feet in High Places" yesterday. SO amazing. It's like your reading about yourself...all the trials. The ups and downs following the Sheperd. And in the end He sticks to His promise of transforming you, so that you may enter the Kingdom of Love, and follow Him up the mountains with ease! I personally think everyone should read it.

-I think I'm officially getting over my sickness. and moving on from the past...
-My painting of a tree is looking more and more like I envisioned everyday...
JOHN MARK MCMILLAN IS GOING TO CREATION FEST! ahh. This little bit of news makes me desperately want to go this year. Except its in stupid Everett...Nae and I agree that whoever decided on that should be fired...Donald Trump style.

Music.music.music. Here's some thats delightful to the ears and some soothing to the heart-
  • Scythian Empires- Andrew Bird
  • On the Radio- Regina Spektor
  • The Story I heard- Blind Pilot
  • Blow Away- A Fine Frenzy
  • Right as Rain (live)- Adele
  • Caroline- Noah Gunderson
  • I'll love you so- Above the Golden State
  • Ashes and Flames- John Mark Mcmillan
  • Skeleton Bones- John Mark Mcmillan
  • Cold December- Matt Costa
  • Hallelujiah- Bethany Dillon
  • Orphan's Song- Enter the Worship Circle
  • Heaven Song- Phil Wickham
and I didn't expect This song to be any good, but it proved me wrong. And it donated money to the Red Cross for Haiti's relief fund! So why not.
->>>> Hallelujiah(feat. Charlie Sexton)- Justin Timberlake
Listening to the Rain drip outside my window with pandora playing the music of my heart's desire. Relaxation at it's finest.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Life is but a blink of the eyelashes.

So crazy to think about a lifetime, one life, and how short it really is. Seriously, let your perspective shift. At school we've been talking about heaven and how wondrous it's going to be (I love how we can talk about that at school), and the whole vastness of it. We even dreamed up some things, such as fountains of chocolate and perfect bodies along with perfect everything. But it's going to be even better than that. SO much better than ANYTHING our little pea brains can imagine! Just talking about worshiping God and being with him in intimacy for eternity injects giddiness and excitement into my very being! =)

Next month I'm going to be eighteen. the Big ONE EIGHT. 18! CA-RAZY. I will finally be qualified as an adult. No longer baby Krista, although I don't mind people still calling me that, but nonetheless. Legally, I will be able to be on my own. This tiny realization has brought me to cherish life even more.
Even the little things I've begun to realize. I love how I can come home, and there is always some sort of musical harmony floating through the air. Whether it be my dad playing the guitar, flowing on the piano, live worship at IHOP playing on God TV, some sort of CD singing out of the player, or just simply my Pandora playlist serenading the very atmosphere of my room.
I love how in a quiet classroom, Abigail and I can hear one off/odd sound and turn to look at each other and smile, when no one else seems to notice.
I love how I can blare Flame in the car and feel like the greatest B.A. thug rapper to have ever driven a Toyota Matrix.
Here's some lyrics that made me pumped-

"Man I'm trying to lift Him high
Higher than the stars
I am not of this world like I'm from the planet mars
I love to preach Jesus you can read it in my bars
I'm pretty straight forward when I'm speaking bout my Lord
He paid the sin price being beat by Roman guards
But when He resurrected gave us life free of charge
Now me and my boys need to be in the phych ward
Cause we went crazy for God our lives was scarred"
Although, I know I am VERY white, and embarrassed when I look over at a stoplight to see the person next to me staring at me. Like I'm from the planet mars.
I love how I can have the worst day, where everything seems to go wrong, and walk into my room at the Boys and Girls club and have little Ramona and Annabella race to see who can hug me first. It's precious little hand drawn flowers by them that can completely change my mood.
I love how worship can restore a hurting heart, a sad day, or a wronged circumstance. I can just walk into Breakthrough, forget everything that happened that week, and find such a peace that is healing to the soul. Sometimes it feels like I can't bow low enough...
I love how we can discuss things like heaven, compassion for the poor, ways to act, or just simply how great our God is in Bible class. I LOVE that we even have a Bible class! I love how we can stop what we're doing and pray together for our day. I too often take that for granted.
I love how my mom is so wise in the Holy Spirit. Jesus just oozes out of that woman. It's ridiculous. I love how I can walk down the hall and run into her where she proceeds to say in a high pitched voice "Kristaaaa my loveee!" and squeeze the life out of me. Embarrassing many a time, yes, but I've LEARNED to love it.
MY LIFE IS ABUNDANT IN BLESSINGS! This is a statement I need to remind myself. Daily. How selfish we become in this materialistic world, always comparing with others or looking for something MORE we "need". "Need" my butt. It's a want.
So look around you! Notice the small things that add just a little bit of joy to your day. Then remember them, so you can hold onto that joy. I always hold onto the fact that
God is forever with me, forever forgiving, and forever loving me. little unworthy
Krista Joy Kintner.
and You as well my friend.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Lets make some goals

So I was thinking about the things I love, and where I want to go exactly.
God has placed such a great purpose on those who strive to be like Him, to share His immense love with others, the love that we cannot even BEGIN to comprehend. Ah, how great is He!
Anyways, it made me wonder about some things I would like to do, sometime in my life.
Here's what I came up with...

  • Sell a painting, that I've painted.

  • Move to Seattle (almost there)

  • Learn to play guitar...(well)

  • Go to Paris or Italy

  • Learn how to drive manual! (so I can feel like a race car driver)

  • Road trip across at least two states with Abigail.

  • Walk on the streets of New York

  • Mission trip to Africa- my heart's been set on there for forever it seems
Last but not least
  • Discover who, and where God wants me to be. This life is so useless without Him. What are we if we are not operating in His love?
I'm sure I'll come up with some more as I venture on this unknown journey called life. But with the best guide possible.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Beauty from the broken.

Bruised and Broken.
Ripped and torn.
Pierced and Shattered.
how wretched and wronged.
where is this new found comfort that I cannot seem to see through this fog?
where are you. Around the corner?
please tell me.
I see glimpses of it sometimes. like a flowing scarf in the wind.
like the shine of the sun that fancies folding his hands behind the clouds.

I fall. I hurt. Pain, you are as close as my skin. We become one through the lessons of unknown.
Of doubt.
Oh ye of little faith.

Bitterness, you cut. Sharp to the touch. Such an awful taste resonates on my tongue.
my heart throbs from this unnecessary torture.

I have no need of you.
so then why are you still here?
It's because I'm still grasping the wrong end of the blade isn't it...?
I can't do this alone.

Release in His arms, healing envelops the wound.
It Seeps in.
undone in my sin. undone in my will.
Breathe? I can't seem to find the capacity of the in and out movement.
Restoration is the sturdy arm I grab hold of.
Love is the sadness. Love is the madness. Love you are the core.
How key are you.
Love is the beginning. and You are the end.
Grace you pair off with her, intertwined in a never ending twirl of ecstasy.
Dance within my being, for this certain suffering has been my companion for far too long.
Mercy, she is here in the midst of this calm rain as well.
Dripping down.
Oh how truly lovely you are.

Smile. Wide. He beams over me.
Music retreats into my bones.
Wrapping tightly around, with notes of peace placed softly in harmonized key.
Hello Surrenderance,
we meet yet again.
I know we'll become quite close over time.
Even as close as Pain and I feel right now.

It won't be long before the loss of my words are just enough to satisfy His craving of my heart.
For it is yours.
It always has been.
and it always will be.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Two. Thousand. Ten.

Stepping into a new year. A new era of things. I don't especially look forward to New Years. I mean, it's fun and all, but it always forces me to think of what I'm going to do in the next year. Where I'm going to go. Who I'm going to meet. What opportunities will be placed before me, and what decisions I will make. Which course to follow, which path to embark on. So many questions. So short notice. Seconds add up to minutes which add up to knots in my throbbing head.
My throat becomes dry as I breathe, gasp for some hydration to release this stress of the future. Maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself here...or am I? Yes, yes I am.
I think the most shocking aspect of things to come, is the unknown of what they will be.
Being uncertain is always tricky. On the other hand, refreshing. Fear tied with surprise.
Scary excitement. Shockingly wonderful. Oh Lord I pray. A new year also makes me feel like I must let go of the past, or something related to that. Move on.
But what if I don't want to future?
What if I want you both? Can't I please hold both of your hands?
Past, you're warm and fresh to my memory. Future, you're cold to the touch, but also very refreshing.
Wishes flood my brain nerves. Lord, I know you want to fulfill the desires of my heart, but how come I can't see it right now? I know. All in good time, all in good time. I won't push things upon you. I refuse to demand selfish childish commands that are ridiculous at great heights. You extend your love to me that never seems to end. It wraps, envelops over me like a cold winter fog, how can I be so selfish when you are so selfless? Thank you again. I thank you. SO.
I step. I jump. Heck, I leap. Into unknown waters, and unheard of boundaries. Grasping the only reality I know, that keeps me moving, and continues to guide my awkward limp feet.

I have Faith in the substance of things hoped for, which is the evidence of things not seen.