Jan 31, 2010

The Master's Voice

Frustrated.  Weary.  Upset.  Tired.
Describe the way you feel about your job, relationship, or current place in life?
Oh, there is no shame in that!  Shame comes from one place, and that is certainly not from our Heavenly Father.
For whatever reason, I feel like the Lord is going to lead some people to this post that would say, "Yes, one of those words perfectly describes my emotion at the moment."


I have something very wonderful to tell you.  There is a Voice that removes that emotion from this place in your life.


Don't think for one second that Jesus doesn't long desperately to speak directly to you this morning.  He promises us that His sheep hear and know His voice.


Here is what to do.
-Go to a place that suits you for having a quiet conversation with a friend.  Your room, a coffee shop, a porch.
-Take a notebook and a pen or your laptop.  You will need to write.
-Praise the Lord.  We enter into His presence with thanksgiving and praise.
-When you feel Him surround you, begin to write or type out your questions, emotions, and thoughts down with Him there.  Ask him to speak to you.
-At some point, you'll notice that it's not just you that is writing.  Your questions will start to have answers surface in your thoughts.  You will write something out that speaks directly into your situation that you never would've thought of on your own.


This very morning, I needed encouragement.  I was feeling weary this morning of the place that I am in.


I began the process.  I began to type on my computer, "Lord, I long for your Presence to come and bring peace and encouragement into my heart and sole."  It was funny.  I typed "sole" when I had intended to type "soul".  I wasn't sure why, but I felt like I should just leave it.


I typed for a while longer, and the Lord reminded me of a word that I had received at church.  I felt like I was supposed to go back and listen to it.  I did.  I had forgotten a lot of what the Lord had said in that Word.


I listened to the cd of the word, and there was a section of the word that was totally devoted to my feet.  "The sole of your foot."  That particular section of the word happened to be exactly what I needed to hear this morning.  It was perfect.  It was my Jesus, right when I needed Him, reminding me that He was with me and knows exactly where I am in His plan and purpose for my life.


See, you are not alone.  Struggle is a part of our Christian life (just ask any pastor or read the lives of the Disciples), but we have a Master of our walk who longs to speak life and encouragement to us.


Will you listen for His voice this morning?  Will you hear his words over you?  (His song over you?  He is your Heavenly Father, who sings over you too.)


[If you get blessed by this, bless us back with your story.  Jess and I love stories, and your story might encourage someone else.  Shoot us an email]
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Jan 27, 2010

::: The Winners :::

The winners of their very own Fight Like a Girl book are:
1. Jennifer Tully
2. Kassi Zuerner

Congratulations girls! I will be getting in contact with you so I can send those books your way!

So the top BBQ places in Texas, according to the Top of the Hills blog readers are:

1. Rudy's with 3 votes --- especially the one in Austin
2. Goode Company - my personal favorite, so far!
3. Valley Ranch BBQ - with two votes
4. Cooper's BBQ in Llano - Chris's all-time favorite - way to go Kassi
5. JB's BBG
6. Sleighton's in Colorado Springs (this is not in Texas :) )
7. Bartley's
8. Country Tavern ( Kilgore, TX - one of Texas's top 50 - thanks Travis )
9. Salt Lick (Austin)
10. County Line

I think one day we should all eat BBQ together. That would make me very happy!

One day I will win a BBQ competition and blog about it. It will be awesome.


I think all of you are awesome, and I am looking forward to our next giveaway - whenever that might be!

Jan 26, 2010

SHFP: First Book Giveaway EVER & John Nash

John Nash is a massive overall wearing, toothless, handlebar mustache bearing, former welder for my dad, who got hit with a beer truck and got paid millions of dollars. And sometimes he brings lunch to the office.

John Nash tells stories of his past that make you roll on the floor with laughter and hysterically cry in sympathy at the same time.

John Nash cannot drive through the southern part of Louisiana because one time he got beat up in a bar then proceeded to tear the whole place down. Fortunately for him the judge of the town also owned the bar, so instead of going to jail John made a custom bar for the judge. He may or may not have seriously injured / killed people there. No one really knows.

His hands are so muscular that yours hand cannot even wrap around his when you give him a good handshake.

Several years ago John Nash came to work for my Dad in the Rig Up Yard. John Nash found Jesus while standing outside the bible study my Dad has on Friday mornings. He could not go in because the soul in him was so lost, but he heard the WORD through the door and Jesus found HIM. It was awesome and completely transformed him and life and his wife.

John Nash does not work my Dad anymore, but he is like family and visits quiet often. Today John Nash brought made from scratch corn bread and collard greens. My mom and I have never in our entire life eaten collard greens, so when John found that out he was completely appalled and set out to remedy our desperate situation.

I am not going to lie, we were a little scared to eat them. But man oh man were they good!!!
I am pretty sure John Nash is the next Julia Childs. I am also pretty sure he could host his own show on the food network, "How to survive in the wild after you have been released from prison and have no work - Gourmet Style".

The way John Nash talks about BBQ makes my little oh heart go pitter patter. Makes me want to show up on his front door step with a cooler full of meat. I need to learn his ways. I asked for his dry rub recipe and you would have thought I had slapped him in the face.

Anyways, we LOVE John Nash - my dream is to dress him up in red coveralls with a Santa hat and have him ride around in our red drilling rig in the yard and take a picture for our next company Christmas Card. Wish I had a picture to show you... He is like a Texan Santa bearing gifts of BBQ.

The point: He brought lunch today and man was it good!

Another point: I am hosting the first Hill blog book giveaway today! I am giving away TWO copies of Fight Like a Girl by Lisa Bevere --- you can click on that link to see a blog I wrote about this book a long time ago.

It is one of my favorite books about being a woman and understanding what that actually means!

How to win? In the comments section tell me where your favorite place to eat BBQ is OR What you like most about being a girl.

(both are important questions).

Boys you can most certainly enter to win this book for the special lady in your life, you can just answer the bbq question.

Winners will be chosen and announced tomorrow at 3:00. You can post until noon tomorrow!

much love,
Jess

Jan 24, 2010

Guest Blog: "AP"

You are moments away from reading The Top of The Hills very first guest blog.

I know, the suspense must simply be murderous at the moment, but I feel morally obligated to introduce the wonderful woman who will be our Inaugural Guest Blogger.

Patricia Cathcart is my Aunt.  She is not only a woman that I respect a great deal for her keen intellect, her awesome work in the not-for-profit realm, and skills as a Grammarian (Aunt Pat definitely proofed about a ton of papers for Heritage and I growing up.), but a woman that I love a great deal as my dear "AP".   She is my Dad's big sister, a mean Scrabble player, and a really cool woman if I may say so myself.

Her writing below is an excerpt from an email conversation that we had the other day - the subject of which should be fairly apparent from her response.  I felt that I would be a complete fool to not share it with the rest of you, because it is funny, educational, and carries some excellent points on social commentary and manners.  Enjoy!




"Since you asked, I will weigh in on the email thanks. I actually think its fine. This generation, your generation, is living life electronically in lots of ways. I can’t imagine that any of your friends or family would be offended that a thank you came via email. I was not. It is really the thought that counts. And email is fast and convenient and the way of the world. It allows us to keep up and stay in touch and requires so much less of us. There in lies the rub—it requires so much less of us. There are things that make me really sad about communication via email.


1) I can remember when I was in school, and even afterwards when I lived away from home as a newlywed, looking forward each day to opening the mail box. The great days were when there would be a letter from Grandmother Hill or Dorothy or a good friend from home, or a funny card—something other than a bill. Grandmother always put $5 in her letters and I always needed it! I guess now we look forward to reading our email, but somehow it’s not the same. When someone writes a letter there is a sense of preparation, of purpose, of thoughtfulness that is lost with an email. (Not criticizing you here, just commenting on the process.) You have to select the paper, the pen, find the address and a stamp, and put the finished project in the mail. With email, the preparation is lost.

2) As is the end product. I spent a couple of weeks at my cabin last summer and took the boxes your mom and dad had sealed up for me of the pictures and mementos that I had taken to the ranch for folks to look through. For some reason, there was a box of my personal mementos from junior high and high school. A trip down memory lane! In the box, along with dried corsages and dance cards (I’ll explain what those are if you don’t know!) and football ribbons, were some cards and letters I had saved. There were three or four letters from Grandmother Hill—one that had been sent to me on my birthday in Dallas. It was so dear. And at the bottom of the letter, baby brother Todd had scribbled his name and some other indecipherable words. I guess he had been with her and wanted to share in the task. There was also a telegram that Daddy had sent me on my 16th birthday when I was in Corpus Christi on a trip with the Rainbow Girls (I can explain that later, too!). It was a telegram, not in his own writing, and a poem, so probably not even his own words, but I had saved it because it was the only time he ever wrote me. There were also some old annuals with notes from friends telling me how much they loved me. I can’t even remember who some of them are now, but they wrote in my annual what a neat girl I was.

The point is, as I’m sure you can see by now, that you can keep a letter or a card if you want to, if for some reason it is special. The sentiment is no more real or heart-felt, but it is durable. It can be brought out years later and serve to remind us of things that are important in our lives—like your blog, only tangible evidence.

3) The worst part about email to me is the downward spiral that the writing skills of the next generation (my grandchildren) and those that follow are taking because of electronic communication. I was thrilled to see your blog and witness what excellent writers you and Jessica are. Texting (and I’ve climbed up on my soapbox now) is, in my opinion, going to be the downfall of written communication. I hope that there will still be English teachers that know enough and care enough to train students to write, and parents who know good grammar and insist on it from their children, but I’m really concerned. When u rite in text-speak and emoticons and u r not reading good literature and u r never seeing or using proper writing skills, how can u ever learn enuf proper English to pass it down to ur own kids? My grands are smart kiddos, but when I proof their papers I am genuinely appalled at how little they are being taught about the English language and what is being accepted as written work. When I see billboards and read newspapers and see magazine ads that misuse grammar and punctuation and incorrect spelling, I am appalled and saddened! The same people that scream that English is our native language and should be universally accepted as such need to get a grip and learn how to read, write and speak it or it will be gone in a heartbeat!

4) The final thing I will say is this (and probably what makes me the saddest). I think that it can be argued that cell phones and emailing and texting, with all their convenience, are, on a certain level, making us grow farther apart, not closer together. And good manners seem to have gone by the wayside. I see young mothers (my own girls included) talking on their cell phones while their children are in the car with them, texting in church or the movie or at the dinner table. (Cell phones ring at church, in the movie, at a funeral for God’s sake! This is certainly on my top ten list! Leave the dang thing in the car!) Can’t whatever it is wait a few minutes so that they can give undivided attention to their children—not to mention their driving! I was behind a woman in the grocery store the other day who talked on the phone the entire time she shopped and checked out, two children in the basket being totally ignored and wreaking havoc of which she seemed totally unaware. That’s just wrong on so many levels!

So, don’t get me wrong. I love my I-phone and my laptop. I am grateful for the convenience they provide and use them all day everyday. But when I have lunch with a friend or dinner with my family or sit in church or a movie or meeting, I turn them off. I try to “be here now in love” and give my love and attention to whatever I’m doing at the time. This is what I’m afraid is being lost.

Now, very little of that has to do with your question. Sorry I got so keyed up. The short, more acceptable answer is: “I think email thank yous are fine, even great! I just hope we don’t forget that once in a while, what we have to say may be important enough to write it down!
 

AP

PS. I was also thrilled to see that you keep m-w open. A dictionary is a great tool!

PPS. “Jessica’s and my blog” or “our blog”. No such word as “I’s”.

Jan 23, 2010

Dependence and Control

Nine years and a month ago today my Uncle Kirk died from cancer.

I was a freshman in High School. Every stable thing in my life was no longer stable. Everything I depended on was no longer dependable. Who I was as a person was changing and it seemed like there was nothing I could do about it.

The six months leading up to the death of my Uncle Kirk had cast me into the murky waters of the world. The morally murky waters that High School likes to serve in pretty crystal goblets disguising it as an appetizing and satisfying drink. I had managed to only hold that crystal goblet that first semester of High School. The temptation to drink it was not strong inside of me, then. But, as life goes things happen that can drastically alter who you are as a person. And the death of my Uncle Kirk was one of those tragic things that altered me.

I had always been a goody-two-shoes type of person. I always followed at the rules. I liked rules. I believed in rules. Rules helped me define who I was. I was a rule follower. I was successful in the rule-based system I was in. I believed in good. I believed in making good choices. But, as Uncle Kirk was dying of cancer that first semester of High School and my world, as I knew it was crumbling around me. My idea of good and safe was dying with him.

Making bad choices does not happen in one moment or one choice. The ability or willingness to make a bad choice builds up in you over time. You slowly justify what you know is bad over a period of time until you convince yourself that it is a good bad choice.

Ya know what my first bad choice was, as my world was falling apart? I purposefully and knowingly, completely aware of the consequences, allowed myself to fall in love with and let my boyfriend at the time have my heart. I knew it was stupid, but I did it out of a sense of rebellion to what was going in my life at the time. I alone had control of my heart, so I gave it away – in a metaphorical sense. Nothing changed physically or emotionally in our relationship, I just decided to depend on my boyfriend for my happiness. Note that – I decided to. Knowingly. Willingly.

The consequences were bad, really bad. Not one month after I had made the decision to depend on my boyfriend for all of my happiness, he broke up with me on AOL instant messenger. He had kissed another girl. I found out from a different girl who was there. It was High School.

I was devastated, heartbroken, and empty. Not because my love for the guy was super real or deep, but because I had given him control of my heart and was depending on him for all my happiness.

I did not turn to Jesus; instead I decided that I had to get control back. I went on a quest of looking good and being popular. I had no joy. I had no happiness. I had no control. Looking good and being popular then became what I depended on for everything. It was not fun, and I made a lot of not very good decisions.
But, I would still sit in my bed at night with my bible on my lap searching for Jesus. Every time I needed Him he would show up. He graciously started showing me that my dependence was in things, people, and ideas that were all empty and could not give me anything. He graciously started showing me that He alone could give me joy in the morning when I most struggled with life. Over a period of two years God wooed me back to Him.

The first semester of my junior year I was still living a luke warm life. I had one foot in the door of living life for Jesus and one foot still in the door of being popular, partying, and being utterly selfish. I got caught lying to my parents, and then that changed everything again.

My Dad looked at me and told me he was “disappointed” in the choices I was making. THAT was worse than anything I had been through up until that point. It was harsh, but it was true. THAT was when I started to take a serious look at my life, and I started making good decisions about it.

I knew that I had to change friend groups for my life to take the turn that it desperately needed. It took four months for me to do that. It was extremely lonely and I was accused of judging my friends for what they did. What they did not understand was that I was judging myself for what I was doing. In those four months Jesus radically showed up in my life and opened my eyes to see that I could just have Him and be happy and satisfied. I could be satisfied and talk to no one on the phone. I could be satisfied and stay at home. I could be truly joyful in the arms of my Savior as a seventeen year-old.

The spring of my junior year my Young Life leader asked me to be a freshman Young Life leader. I could not believe it because freshman young life leaders were really awesome people, which meant he thought I was a really awesome person. I knew that in order to be a freshman Young Life leader that I could no longer attend any more parties. I had to live a life above reproach. I knew that my old friends would not be happy about that, but I knew it was something that I absolutely had to do. I did it, and it changed my life and me forever. It was a little gift from Jesus to help me make the full jump to His side of the fence.

This little story is part of my journey to living a life vulnerably dependent on Jesus for everything. It was my first glimpse into the freedom of giving up my control over my life and depending on Him. Depending on Jesus for EVERYTING.

Jan 20, 2010

Blood Blog

An email came into my mailbox at work on 1/11/2010.  The greeting to it reads,


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Good afternoon, previous Blood Donor,".
 
 
I don't really think that you can have any concept of what it means that I, Christopher Carl Hill, am  a "previous Blood Donor".  One of the most vivid, traumatic, and awful of my collegiate memories involves giving blood at A&M my Freshman year.
 
Today, as with the two other times that I have previously donated at work, was thankfully nothing like that awful day in the Commons area at A&M, but it did bear with it some creepy differences that each of us experiences while giving this life giving gift:
 
-Answering potentially awkward (and definitely some weird) questions about your life experiences.  (No, I don't have hep, thank you very much...mad cow either - I'll leave that to Nancy Pelosi, but that's neither here nor there.)
 
-Having someone that you don't know from Adam poke your finger to make you bleed (iron test), take your temperature, your pulse, and BP.
 
-Having yet another total stranger walk you over with a mess of tubes, plastic bags, and other medical paraphenalia to a folding, padded, mat where you will spend the next 10-30 mins on your back with a needle in your arm.
 
-Experiencing the - hopefully albeit momentary - terror of that total stranger stick a needle into your vein.  Terror for a number of reasons to different people...My terror involves the thought of the stranger missing the vein and having to go for "prick" two or three.
 
-Feeling the odd argument between your brain and your body about whether or not to kick in the fight or flight insticts due to the fact that your life blood is exiting your corpus....This is definitely the weirdest experience/feeling to me.
 
 
 
Everyone experiences those things in some way, shape, or form.  To some, they are not as bothersome as to others.  Thankfully, few experience what I did one time while giving blood at A&M.  The short version is that these two hags they had administering the blood drive missed my vein twice (once in each arm), berated me for having small veins (which is crap...I'm an athlete with large veins), and then proceeded to crack disturbing, sexual jokes about a "small vein".  I was mortified by the entire experience.  I never donated blood in college again.
 
After graduating, it came to my attention that they have blood drives here at COP on a quarterly basis.  After I saw a number of my collegues walking around with the cool, webbing/tape stuff that they put on your arm after you donate, I decided to face my fears and go for it again.
 
Thankfully, all of the GC Regional people are extremely professional.  Today, my "blood taker" for lack of the professional term was named Ryan.  He was AWESOME, super polite, and served several years in the marines.  I have now donated four times, and plan to continue embracing my fears each quarter for the duration of my time here in Houston.
 
 
 
That, folks, is my Blood Blog.  Random, yes. 
 
Mr. Hill
 

Jan 15, 2010

Self

Yesterday I received a letter in the mail that I had written to myself as a Senior in High School.   My teacher had saved it for six years and then remembered to send them to us.

It contained mostly things that I wished would happen during college and the friends that I wanted to keep in touch with, most of which are still really close to me.   Nothing really note worthy except this one little thing.

In the very middle of the letter I tell myself, "You better still be a size two, and if you are not then go on a diet." 
-love my 18 year old self.  

Chris and I died laughing.  He was like well at least you were an honest 18 year old, and you had your priorities straight.  HA.

I did put on my size two jeans this morning, but somehow I am just not the same size two that I was in high school.....

Blog Editing Update:  Yes the blog has changed, but this will not be the permanent look.  I just needed to change it to something more pleasing to the eye until I can make it look like I want!

Jan 13, 2010

Please excuse the edits

I am attempting [this is the key word] to edit and spruce up the blog at the moment.  

I do not really know what I am doing, but please hang with us until I make it look pretty!

Love Jess.