I am so glad that I get to participate in this Book Carnaval with a bloggy friend Anne from Modern Mrs. Darcy. She started a book carnival on The Book That Changed My Life so hop on over and share your book.
Other then the Bible, and I am not just saying this because I am a missionary and that's what I should say but the Bible has totally rocked and changed my world. The other book that has challenged me is The Pursuit of God. I first got my hands on this book when I was in college and since then I have read this book countless times, at least 20 times if not more. I would mentor young girls using this book and loved every minute of it.
Back when I was a silly college girl I used to say that I wanted to marry A.W. Tozer. The problem was I had a crush on a dead author :). When he talks about God, it makes you salivate. Yes, truly hunger for more of His presence and for His truth in my life. That was a turn on, but in all seriousnes Tozer did bring me to a place of thirst for my Lord.
At some point in college, I had something awful happen to me. At the time, I was a grad student and I was offered a job to work as a live in assistant for an elderly lady. I had lived in a home for senior citizens as a activities coordinator so this seemed simple enough, just one elderly woman. In return for my work, I would get free room and board. My responsibilities were easy, to spend the night so she was not alone and to help her in the mornings. A couple of months into this the lady went bonkers on me. She came into my room with a written note. An awful note stating how I was this horrible person and I wasn't doing my job and I was taking advantage of the situation. A few minutes later she walked back into the room and asked me to leave immediately. I packed my bags and left. The problem was I had no where to go, my family lived 24hrs away. I got in my car and bawled. Her accusations were unfounded and she treated with such dispespect and the worst of it was I had NO where to go.
I was once again reading, The Pursuit of God. The chapter I was on happened to be talking about God dividing up the inheritance for the tribes and he gets to Aaron and he says "I am your portion." Numbers 18:20 I remember reading this in the back porch of a friends house and immediately I just got on my knees. When a woman loses her home and the bed she lies on loses all sense of security. I felt like everything was stripped from me and here was God saying "Mari, I am your portion. Trust me."
Soon after, the wife of the Dean of Men of my school offered me her son's room, who was away on a mission. The elderly lady later contacted me and apologized and offered me the job again and shared that she was on medication for depression among other things. Don't worry, I didn't take the job.
I love to have fun with paper, food, paint, music and events and just being creative in all of it. However, I don't feel the need to be a perfectionist nor a professional in any of my creations. I wish I could have a blog JUST about the art of cooking, photography, sewing, art, mothering, jewelry making, card making, dancing, gardening, deep spiritual thoughts, decorating, poetry, party planning, baking.... and the list goes on but I can't. I don't think I was created with the ability to focus on one task. I like all of these hobbies layed out before me and the freedom to pick whatever I choose depending on the mood or time I have.