"LORD prepare me, to be a sanctuary,
pure and holy,
tried and true,
with thanksgiving,
i'll be a living,
sanctuary for You."
have you heard that song before? i have sung it in church since i was a child. there is a longer version, but i've only sung this chorus. over and over. a sweet, slow, melodic chorus. this song has been on my heart for sometime now. i'll sing it out of nowhere and i wonder why at 2am while i have to make my middle-of-the-night trip to the bathroom, i'm singing this worship hymn.
i want to be prepared. prepared for the storms of this life, prepared for the awful days to come, prepared for what He has called me to do. i would rather be on the offense now of preparation, than on the defense of unpreparedness later in the game. i want to be prepared to finish my race well (per Hebrews 12:1) and however He chooses to do that, i know His ways aren't my own and His thoughts are higher than mine, then i accept how He wishes to prepare me. but in this song, the worshipper is asking to be prepared to be a sanctuary. what is a sanctuary?
a sanctuary, by definition, is a house of worship or a place of refuge/a holy place/a safe place. it is where millions across the world gather once a week to worship Him, it is where endangered plants and animals find rest and protection from the harmful outside world. a sanctuary. and as i sing this song, i am asking to be prepared to be a sanctuary. i am asking to made into a pure, holy, tried and true place of refuge. why? why would i sing to the Creator of the universe to make ME a living safe place for Him??? He is King, He is Ruler, He is Almighty. why oh why would He need me to be a holy place for Him?
it never really made sense to me...until today. i'm not sure who wrote this song. i'm not sure of its history or what the composer had in mind when they sang these words. but to me, it is as if i am pleading with Him to make my life and my heart and my spirit a place for Him to dwell in safety. you see, so many of us boast we are "Christians/believers/followers." and yet, our spirit inside must grieve because of our wicked hearts, and our unclean thoughts. do you understand? some of us, including myself, are not always a pure and holy place for Him to dwell. our sanctuaries are dirty, there are stains on the carpets of our hearts, and we refuse to make our spirits a refuge for His Son to live. so we reject Him. maybe not willingly, but often with our words or our actions, we are telling Him that we are not a safe haven for His Spirit. we kick Him out and won't allow His worship to penetrate the deepest parts of us. yes, He is our refuge, He is our hiding place....but in turn, He is longing for the same in us!!!
this song asks our Savior to purify us inside and out. when i sing this song now, i will fully know what i am singing. i am requesting of my Father to clean up my filth (aka prepare me) and allow Him to dwell safely within me. i am telling Him that, WITH THANKSGIVING, i will protect His name, i will protect His Word, i will protect His commandments. i am telling Him that He can trust me to keep myself pure and righteous so that His presence doesn't ever have to leave me,and that i will be thankful to do so!!
are you a "Holy Spirit" sanctuary? are you a safe place for our Messiah to dwell? are you a refuge for the Most High's name? do you protect His Word and His laws and commands over your own selfish ways? can He abide in you knowing you won't cause Him shame? are you prepared to make yourself pure and holy, tried and true? are you a sanctuary?
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
i don't want to write about that
is it possible that i haven't written in well over a month? how could i slack on something that is so dear to me? such an escape from my reality? what happened?
life. life happened. a million times i had a thought that got me thinking, "wow, i need to hurry and write that down." or, " i need to blog about that," and yet, it never happened. and now here i am writing at almost midnight. my mind full, yet empty. a million thoughts, yet nothing of clarity. and i sit. and i write.
over the past 6 weeks since i've written last, i have quit working full time at a job i've been at for 2 1/2 years and have gone to working only a couple of hours a day in the afternoon. (same place, different hours. what can i say? i love my co-workers and my employer wasn't quite ready to let me go. it was an offer i couldn't refuse.) then, we moved houses. we downsized. all of these changes so that we could do something we have wanted to do for a long time: home-school our girls. (well, me home-school the girls while david remains the primary provider for our family.)
maybe that's why i'm writing. to talk about homeschooling. i'm not sure. i know that the people who i thought would be super supportive, weren't. and the ones who i wasn't sure what they'd say, surprised me by rallying my cause the most. i feel no need to justify our decision. it's been a long time coming, and something we have spent months learning about, praying about, and speaking to others about. but now that i'm writing about it, no, that's not what i want to write about.
then, there's calli's birthday tomorrow. yes, my youngest. my baby. 7. the big 0-7. i wrote in her birthday card, "you are the love of my life." i didn't feel the need to write more. there is more truth in that statement than all the tea in china. i have never known a child to be so funny, so black-and-white, so by-the-book and yet so rebellious....she brings so much joy and laughter and smiles to our house. she is truly, the love of my life. but no, that's not what i want to write about either.
desi? well, she started cheerleading again this year....she is of course, my saving grace and angel from above. she deserves more love, more compassion, more patience than anyone i've ever met. i owe my life to her for growing me up into the woman i am today. she is my intuitive, sensitive, affectionate child.
...and david...no man could ever love me or take care of me the way he does. when we moved, i asked him to throw away some of my paintings i had done...just random colors on canvas that years ago provided solace from my trials, a peace in my storm. i didn't want them anymore, so i asked that he take them to the dump with our empty boxes. and tonight as i grabbed something out of the back of his jeep, i noticed the paintings were never taken to the dump as i asked..they were there. in the back of his jeep. stacked neatly in the corner. when i asked why he still had them, his response was, "i could never throw away anything you've done. that's your art. that means something." *sigh* ....no one else would ever care for me like that.
but then, i don't want to write about desiree or david either.
maybe i just needed to write. maybe i just needed to see my words again on paper (so to speak), you know, to get me back in the swing of things. because i HAVE to write, i HAVE to get my thoughts down. because if i don't, they back up. and i'm left with loudness and confusion and too many things in my mind that need to escape. so maybe that's what i'm doing here...escaping. but then again, i don't want to write about that either...
life. life happened. a million times i had a thought that got me thinking, "wow, i need to hurry and write that down." or, " i need to blog about that," and yet, it never happened. and now here i am writing at almost midnight. my mind full, yet empty. a million thoughts, yet nothing of clarity. and i sit. and i write.
over the past 6 weeks since i've written last, i have quit working full time at a job i've been at for 2 1/2 years and have gone to working only a couple of hours a day in the afternoon. (same place, different hours. what can i say? i love my co-workers and my employer wasn't quite ready to let me go. it was an offer i couldn't refuse.) then, we moved houses. we downsized. all of these changes so that we could do something we have wanted to do for a long time: home-school our girls. (well, me home-school the girls while david remains the primary provider for our family.)
maybe that's why i'm writing. to talk about homeschooling. i'm not sure. i know that the people who i thought would be super supportive, weren't. and the ones who i wasn't sure what they'd say, surprised me by rallying my cause the most. i feel no need to justify our decision. it's been a long time coming, and something we have spent months learning about, praying about, and speaking to others about. but now that i'm writing about it, no, that's not what i want to write about.
then, there's calli's birthday tomorrow. yes, my youngest. my baby. 7. the big 0-7. i wrote in her birthday card, "you are the love of my life." i didn't feel the need to write more. there is more truth in that statement than all the tea in china. i have never known a child to be so funny, so black-and-white, so by-the-book and yet so rebellious....she brings so much joy and laughter and smiles to our house. she is truly, the love of my life. but no, that's not what i want to write about either.
desi? well, she started cheerleading again this year....she is of course, my saving grace and angel from above. she deserves more love, more compassion, more patience than anyone i've ever met. i owe my life to her for growing me up into the woman i am today. she is my intuitive, sensitive, affectionate child.
...and david...no man could ever love me or take care of me the way he does. when we moved, i asked him to throw away some of my paintings i had done...just random colors on canvas that years ago provided solace from my trials, a peace in my storm. i didn't want them anymore, so i asked that he take them to the dump with our empty boxes. and tonight as i grabbed something out of the back of his jeep, i noticed the paintings were never taken to the dump as i asked..they were there. in the back of his jeep. stacked neatly in the corner. when i asked why he still had them, his response was, "i could never throw away anything you've done. that's your art. that means something." *sigh* ....no one else would ever care for me like that.
but then, i don't want to write about desiree or david either.
maybe i just needed to write. maybe i just needed to see my words again on paper (so to speak), you know, to get me back in the swing of things. because i HAVE to write, i HAVE to get my thoughts down. because if i don't, they back up. and i'm left with loudness and confusion and too many things in my mind that need to escape. so maybe that's what i'm doing here...escaping. but then again, i don't want to write about that either...
Monday, June 25, 2012
tropical storm Holy Spirit??
between massive amounts of flooding (while the rest of us in the country are experiencing some serious drought issues), tornadoes, insanely fast gust of winds, and the sedentary nature of the rain, tropical storm debby has proven to be more than slightly problematic. the past couple of days have found debby just...sitting. a storm dumping more and more water from the heavens and absolutley drenching florida and southeast georgia with no hurry to move on to the atlantic. hard rain, wet earth, windy air.
i heard a song tonight...the lyrics hypnotized me as the woman sang, "we need Your rain, we need Your rain." oh God, how my spirit cried out those same words inside of me....i thought of how absolutley desperate i am for His rain, for a "tropical storm Holy Spirit" so to speak. i need to be drenched with His presence, my heart yearns to be flooded with His passion and His mercy so that i can spill it over onto others. just as tropical storm debby was stationary for a period of time, i found myself praying for His rain to sit stationary over me. i want to be damaged by the wind of His Spirit...the kind of damage that destroys sin, that shatters self-will and rebeliousness, the kind ofdevastating destruction that brings about the rebuilding of a heart.
what about you? are you in great need of His rain? is your spirit in drought, and your heart left thirsty and parched for something only our Abba Father can quench? do you need the kind of damage i wrote of, the kind of rebuilding that only His great love can accomplish? oh dear precious one, i do too. so sing with me, even right now..."we need Your rain, we need Your rain"
i heard a song tonight...the lyrics hypnotized me as the woman sang, "we need Your rain, we need Your rain." oh God, how my spirit cried out those same words inside of me....i thought of how absolutley desperate i am for His rain, for a "tropical storm Holy Spirit" so to speak. i need to be drenched with His presence, my heart yearns to be flooded with His passion and His mercy so that i can spill it over onto others. just as tropical storm debby was stationary for a period of time, i found myself praying for His rain to sit stationary over me. i want to be damaged by the wind of His Spirit...the kind of damage that destroys sin, that shatters self-will and rebeliousness, the kind ofdevastating destruction that brings about the rebuilding of a heart.
what about you? are you in great need of His rain? is your spirit in drought, and your heart left thirsty and parched for something only our Abba Father can quench? do you need the kind of damage i wrote of, the kind of rebuilding that only His great love can accomplish? oh dear precious one, i do too. so sing with me, even right now..."we need Your rain, we need Your rain"
Thursday, May 10, 2012
it was only $20...
this afternoon for work, our medical building had a "patient appreciation day" that included goody bags, a bounce house, cake, a live band, and door prizes for our patients and their families. i happened to be standing at a table in the upstairs lobby area when one man's name in particular was called announcing the winning of a door prize. i had met this man a few minutes before as we had discussed what clinical trials and medical research were all about. this man and his family that he brought (his daughter and son) were not your normal/average looking family. their clothes were dirty...shoes worn out..hair disheveled, and to the human eye, not the most attractive people..and yet SMILES on all of their faces. they were not by the world's standards "priviledged" and yet i couldn't take my eyes off of where they were sitting the whole time i stood there. they laughed, they smiled, they ate the free food with appreciation and gratitude....i found them to be beautiful.
so when the man's name was called to receive a door prize, i was so happy because he had been eagerly awaiting at a near-by table to see if he was a winner. his daughter in particular cheered on her dad, and when he found out his prize was a $20 gas card to ingles (a local grocery store), he was overjoyed. and then about 20 seconds later, someone clarified to him that his free gift wasn't just a gas card, but could be used for anything at ingles should he choose to buy food, etc.
OH MY GOSH! you would have thought you gave the man a gold bar. he said, "you mean i can buy ANYTHING at ingles for $20?! i can use this IN the store?!" ...he then excitedly showed his gift card to his daughter exclaiming, "WE CAN GO SHOPPING IN INGLES!" his daughter's eyes lit up (she was probably about 10 years old) and she got this huge smile on her face. and over and over he just kept on and on about having $20 to go shopping with at ingles. i cry just remembering how i held back hot tears that stung my eyes so no one would see how touched i was. if this man and his daughter would be that happy about twenty bucks to use at a nice grocery store in town, imagine how selfish, ashamed, and spoiled i felt just being within earshot of his joy.
there's really no point here i am trying to drive home to you. it was just, wow. one of those moments i wanted to high five them and tell them how happy i was for them. one of those moments i wanted to put in a jar and open on days i feel particularly low about being me, about having my life. one of those moments i never ever ever want to forget.
so when the man's name was called to receive a door prize, i was so happy because he had been eagerly awaiting at a near-by table to see if he was a winner. his daughter in particular cheered on her dad, and when he found out his prize was a $20 gas card to ingles (a local grocery store), he was overjoyed. and then about 20 seconds later, someone clarified to him that his free gift wasn't just a gas card, but could be used for anything at ingles should he choose to buy food, etc.
OH MY GOSH! you would have thought you gave the man a gold bar. he said, "you mean i can buy ANYTHING at ingles for $20?! i can use this IN the store?!" ...he then excitedly showed his gift card to his daughter exclaiming, "WE CAN GO SHOPPING IN INGLES!" his daughter's eyes lit up (she was probably about 10 years old) and she got this huge smile on her face. and over and over he just kept on and on about having $20 to go shopping with at ingles. i cry just remembering how i held back hot tears that stung my eyes so no one would see how touched i was. if this man and his daughter would be that happy about twenty bucks to use at a nice grocery store in town, imagine how selfish, ashamed, and spoiled i felt just being within earshot of his joy.
there's really no point here i am trying to drive home to you. it was just, wow. one of those moments i wanted to high five them and tell them how happy i was for them. one of those moments i wanted to put in a jar and open on days i feel particularly low about being me, about having my life. one of those moments i never ever ever want to forget.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
the cry from a rebellious heart
Surrendering. To relinquish control, to hand over possession, just like that. I have such a rebellious heart, I always want to push the envelope just to see how far I can go without “going all the way” when it pertains to sinning, obedience, or submitting to authority. Have I ever fully surrendered? Haven’t I always been pushing the envelope, seeing how much of my way I can get while still “being good” in Your eyes? Every single great story of the Bible involves complete surrender, total obedience, absolute submission to Your calling, to Your voice, to Your will. Abraham taking his son that he prayed for to an altar as You told him, Moses bringing the people out of Egypt, Gideon leading the army of 300, Elijah, Isaiah and Jeremiah prophesying Your Words, King David, the 12 disciples, even Your own Son submitted totally to Your will by dying on a tree for a sinful world. The list continues on to Paul who out of obedience to You ended up in prison and martyred for Your Name sake, and yet lived a life of total joy that is still affecting the world today! And here I sit, rebellious, callous-hearted; wanting to do the right things, while still doing the wrong things. I get so angry over Calli being just like me…when I get onto her for being rebellious, and her push-the-envelope-always-questioning-authority attitude, I hear YOU speaking to ME. Surely the words I say to her are identical to the ones You speak to my spirit. I always think “I don’t want to break Calli’s spirit, I just want to channel that spirit for the good and not the wrong.” And then in church, as Pastor Renny speaks on absolute surrender, I hear You speaking into my heart, “I don’t want to break your spirit, Darlena.” You are such a good daddy! You, just like me, want Your children to be obedient because it is good for us to do as You ask. Your words, Your commandments, they are for my good and not my harm. You don’t give us a long list of “do nots” because You are mean…You do it out of care and protection and love for Your kids. Please help me to understand that. Please grace me with a light bulb moment that kicks my butt and tells me Your ways are good and I have got to stop rebelling…pushing to see how far I can go without actually “sinning,” playing with fire and always getting spiritually burned. I want surrender. I want to relinquish. I want to understand that I won’t lose this spirit inside You have placed within me if I am 100% submitted to Your commandments and Your will. I don’t want my way anymore. I want Your way, I want You to channel me for Your good and Your purpose. Oh dear Father, please let all I do have purpose. Every word, every thought, every deed and action, every single thing please let it have Your eternal purpose attached to it. And if it doesn’t, please free from those things. Please get rid of ME….LESS of me and MORE of You. Please help me to know that I will never be able to model surrender and obedience to my own children if I don’t do it in my life. You are the only one I want to surrender to…I am tired of surrendering to me. I am sick of me. The only good I have is You in me. Surrender. Relinquish. Give up control. Letting go. Obedience. Submission. For when I bow to You, You raise me up.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
the underdog
i will never forget as a kid, my dad rooting for football teams that didn't play that well. he would say, "root for the underdog. everyone loves it when the underdog wins." ...ain't that the truth? there are hundreds of inspirational movies, most based on true stories, of men and women who had the odds stacked against them, and in the end came out as victors. who doesn't love that kind of movie? the kind where anything is possible?!
i too, like my dad rooting for less than superbowl quality football teams, like my mom, and like my sisters and brother, root for the underdog. the ones who may not dress that great, who don't look that attractive, who may smell "bad" to others, who others would write off. we root for those people, and i'm proud to say that.
i think it's a very Biblical perspective, cheering the underdog to greater things beyond what they think is possible, or able to attain. the Bible is full of under- qualified people who were called out to do mighty things....moses studdered yet he was the one Father chose to lead the israelites out of slavery. WOW! then there's gideon who told the "angel of the LORD" who visited him saying he would lead an army, that he was from the smallest tribe and the very least in his family. yet gideon, with only 300 soldiers, conquered a great army! and those two stories are only in the first few books of the Bible!!!!..there are several more men and women, young and old who did amazing things and were apart of powerful acts who, when looked at on the outside, wore the underdog uniform.
and now, in modern days, there's the battered woman and child we root for, the nerdy boy in school who gets picked...we cheer him on! the soccer player who isn't so great..we scream and yell like they're the greatest player since david beckham! (and i am referring to my sweet 6 year old calli who just started playing soccer this week..she needs A LOT of cheering on ;) ) my point is, there is something in all of us, well most all of us, at least i hope there is, that wants justice for what we see isn't fair. if we see someone hurting, we want to defend them, we want to make it right and see victory for that person! we want to see them rise and shine to be all they can be!!
i watched a long documentary tonight on youtube about obama and israel. israel is the underdog. and if you don't believe that, then you need to do your homework. i'm not speaking out of watching one thing online, i'm speaking from the Bible, from my own research, from what real facts say. and israel is by far, an underdog. i root for them! i know that our Savior and Creator backs israel because that is His land and His people! you should be rooting for them too..or atleast praying for peace for jerusalem and all of israel.
and then there's macey. the underdog i am currently rooting for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. my sweet 20 year old sister in law (david's baby sis) who i love with my whole heart and soul. she sustained a brain injury nearly 3 weeks ago and her doctor told her parents that her prognosis wasn't good..that she may not make it. and now! now she has her eyes opened, no tissue damage per the MRI, and we are cheering her on to awaken to us mentally and emotionally!!!!!!! she was an underdog...an underdog who beat the odds. who fought against what the doctors said and battled a coma and a brain injury and is now very slowly on her way to recovery. but slowly or not, she is on her way!!!
i love to see things like that, don't you? will you root for the underdog with me tomorrow? when you wake up and go to work or school, when you go to the grocery store, will you be able spot who the underdog is? they'll be the person with no smile, so give them one. they will look sad, stressed, or upset, give them a kind word. they may be all alone, sit with them and genuinley ask "how are you?" and then actually listen to what they tell you. they may be the person training for something that you don't think they'll achieve..encourage them anyway! the weak person who needs a helping hand realizing their own self worth, cheer them on and cheer them up!!!
the underdog always tells us a lesson we need, so make sure you're listening.
i too, like my dad rooting for less than superbowl quality football teams, like my mom, and like my sisters and brother, root for the underdog. the ones who may not dress that great, who don't look that attractive, who may smell "bad" to others, who others would write off. we root for those people, and i'm proud to say that.
i think it's a very Biblical perspective, cheering the underdog to greater things beyond what they think is possible, or able to attain. the Bible is full of under- qualified people who were called out to do mighty things....moses studdered yet he was the one Father chose to lead the israelites out of slavery. WOW! then there's gideon who told the "angel of the LORD" who visited him saying he would lead an army, that he was from the smallest tribe and the very least in his family. yet gideon, with only 300 soldiers, conquered a great army! and those two stories are only in the first few books of the Bible!!!!..there are several more men and women, young and old who did amazing things and were apart of powerful acts who, when looked at on the outside, wore the underdog uniform.
and now, in modern days, there's the battered woman and child we root for, the nerdy boy in school who gets picked...we cheer him on! the soccer player who isn't so great..we scream and yell like they're the greatest player since david beckham! (and i am referring to my sweet 6 year old calli who just started playing soccer this week..she needs A LOT of cheering on ;) ) my point is, there is something in all of us, well most all of us, at least i hope there is, that wants justice for what we see isn't fair. if we see someone hurting, we want to defend them, we want to make it right and see victory for that person! we want to see them rise and shine to be all they can be!!
i watched a long documentary tonight on youtube about obama and israel. israel is the underdog. and if you don't believe that, then you need to do your homework. i'm not speaking out of watching one thing online, i'm speaking from the Bible, from my own research, from what real facts say. and israel is by far, an underdog. i root for them! i know that our Savior and Creator backs israel because that is His land and His people! you should be rooting for them too..or atleast praying for peace for jerusalem and all of israel.
and then there's macey. the underdog i am currently rooting for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. my sweet 20 year old sister in law (david's baby sis) who i love with my whole heart and soul. she sustained a brain injury nearly 3 weeks ago and her doctor told her parents that her prognosis wasn't good..that she may not make it. and now! now she has her eyes opened, no tissue damage per the MRI, and we are cheering her on to awaken to us mentally and emotionally!!!!!!! she was an underdog...an underdog who beat the odds. who fought against what the doctors said and battled a coma and a brain injury and is now very slowly on her way to recovery. but slowly or not, she is on her way!!!
i love to see things like that, don't you? will you root for the underdog with me tomorrow? when you wake up and go to work or school, when you go to the grocery store, will you be able spot who the underdog is? they'll be the person with no smile, so give them one. they will look sad, stressed, or upset, give them a kind word. they may be all alone, sit with them and genuinley ask "how are you?" and then actually listen to what they tell you. they may be the person training for something that you don't think they'll achieve..encourage them anyway! the weak person who needs a helping hand realizing their own self worth, cheer them on and cheer them up!!!
the underdog always tells us a lesson we need, so make sure you're listening.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
use protection
the dump truck swerved quickly to the left and before i knew it, i was jerking my steering wheel over not looking for other traffic in the lanes, but only concentrating on getting calli, my 6 year old who sits in the back on the passenger side, out of harm's way. surely this huge vehicle was going to hit us on her side, and hit us hard.
but it didn't. i jerked my car over and slammed on my brakes, throwing my purse and our bodies forward in a lurching motion, as i honked at the driver and screamed, "ARE YOU F*!#($*#(%u&# KIDDING ME?" yes, i said the word, the "f" word...apparentley being terrified for your childrens' lives will do crazy things to a momma's mind and mouth. we all sat there, i couldn't even move....frozen in fear of what could have just happened, and yet shaking uncontrollably from the adrenaline rush that threatened me to tears. but i didn't cry, nope, not a tear. i put my blinker on, moved back over into the lane, and kept on going. no one spoke for the next 3 mintes until we reached our destination.
that happened tonight; about 5 hours ago to be exact. it was a close call, too close for comfort, but it packed a big lesson....
you know, i love how big my God is! i love that He personalizes, confirms, and ties together things for me...and even more so when my daughters are involved!!! let me rewind a bit for you.
this morning on the way to school, the girls and i were trying to figure out a "verse of the day" out of the Bible. desi's favorite chapter in the whole Book is Psalm 91...probably because when i was a child, we had to memorize this chapter and recite it every single morning at breakfast. so when desiree was little, this obviously was a huge part of her introduction to the Bible and having inherited my Bible from when i was a young girl, she saw the highlighted chapter and all of my notes. and if it's special to mommy, it's special to her :). so of course, desiree said we could focus on Psalm 91 today.
Psalm 91 is THE protection chapter...i love it so much and still know it by heart. the key to unlocking His protection lies in the first verse, "he that abides in the shadow of the Most High....." in other words, we find our refuge in the shadow of our God's wings, our rest in His arms, and He takes care of us. we are little children and He is our good Daddy who protects us.
one of the first things that occured to me tonight after nearly crashing was this chapter we talked about this morning. i profusley thanked God for protecting us tonight. the girls and i discussed this and a while later when they were having their devotional time, desi said, "mom! my devotional tonight is on Psalm 91!" (the devotionals are divided up into dates, and sure enough, Feb 15th is about our good Shepherd who protects His sheep). and THEN, calli turned in her devotional to a story she wanted us to read.....the story of shadrack, meshack, and abendego (spelling?). of course, their story is about obedience and enduring...but HELLO!!!! it is also SOOO about protection too because not a hair on their head was burnt when they were in the fire, and our Savior was right there with them in those flames!!! (if you haven't read this story, it's a must read).
so the girls and i had a good laugh about what our Heavenly Father was trying to teach us today, knowing He purposley allowed all of that to happen today to prove we are under His protection. even a little while ago, there was something i was struggling with and had my mind not been protected, i would've really fallen into a trap! not only does He protect us physically, but spiritually, mentally, and emotionally if we let Him!!!
does this mean bad things will never happen? of course not! His ways are not our ways and His thoughts are not our thoughts and we may never be able to make sense why "bad things happen to good people." but i can make sense of today, and that my Savior saved me from harm and if He went to all that trouble to teach me about protection and staying in the shadow of His wings..then that's where this girl is abiding.
so use protection...His Word, let it be your shield and refuge. there's no greater covering than His shadow.
but it didn't. i jerked my car over and slammed on my brakes, throwing my purse and our bodies forward in a lurching motion, as i honked at the driver and screamed, "ARE YOU F*!#($*#(%u&# KIDDING ME?" yes, i said the word, the "f" word...apparentley being terrified for your childrens' lives will do crazy things to a momma's mind and mouth. we all sat there, i couldn't even move....frozen in fear of what could have just happened, and yet shaking uncontrollably from the adrenaline rush that threatened me to tears. but i didn't cry, nope, not a tear. i put my blinker on, moved back over into the lane, and kept on going. no one spoke for the next 3 mintes until we reached our destination.
that happened tonight; about 5 hours ago to be exact. it was a close call, too close for comfort, but it packed a big lesson....
you know, i love how big my God is! i love that He personalizes, confirms, and ties together things for me...and even more so when my daughters are involved!!! let me rewind a bit for you.
this morning on the way to school, the girls and i were trying to figure out a "verse of the day" out of the Bible. desi's favorite chapter in the whole Book is Psalm 91...probably because when i was a child, we had to memorize this chapter and recite it every single morning at breakfast. so when desiree was little, this obviously was a huge part of her introduction to the Bible and having inherited my Bible from when i was a young girl, she saw the highlighted chapter and all of my notes. and if it's special to mommy, it's special to her :). so of course, desiree said we could focus on Psalm 91 today.
Psalm 91 is THE protection chapter...i love it so much and still know it by heart. the key to unlocking His protection lies in the first verse, "he that abides in the shadow of the Most High....." in other words, we find our refuge in the shadow of our God's wings, our rest in His arms, and He takes care of us. we are little children and He is our good Daddy who protects us.
one of the first things that occured to me tonight after nearly crashing was this chapter we talked about this morning. i profusley thanked God for protecting us tonight. the girls and i discussed this and a while later when they were having their devotional time, desi said, "mom! my devotional tonight is on Psalm 91!" (the devotionals are divided up into dates, and sure enough, Feb 15th is about our good Shepherd who protects His sheep). and THEN, calli turned in her devotional to a story she wanted us to read.....the story of shadrack, meshack, and abendego (spelling?). of course, their story is about obedience and enduring...but HELLO!!!! it is also SOOO about protection too because not a hair on their head was burnt when they were in the fire, and our Savior was right there with them in those flames!!! (if you haven't read this story, it's a must read).
so the girls and i had a good laugh about what our Heavenly Father was trying to teach us today, knowing He purposley allowed all of that to happen today to prove we are under His protection. even a little while ago, there was something i was struggling with and had my mind not been protected, i would've really fallen into a trap! not only does He protect us physically, but spiritually, mentally, and emotionally if we let Him!!!
does this mean bad things will never happen? of course not! His ways are not our ways and His thoughts are not our thoughts and we may never be able to make sense why "bad things happen to good people." but i can make sense of today, and that my Savior saved me from harm and if He went to all that trouble to teach me about protection and staying in the shadow of His wings..then that's where this girl is abiding.
so use protection...His Word, let it be your shield and refuge. there's no greater covering than His shadow.
Monday, February 6, 2012
save the drama fo' yo' momma!!!
if you're a girl...okay, if you're a human, you have dealt with drama. and i'm not talking about the kind of drama i thrive off of, i.e. writing/acting/performing drama, i'm talking petty/jealous/stupid drama. you have either A. caused it or B. been the victim. me? well, i've been both and if you're honest with yourself, you have too.
but i also have to fess up that i have been the victim of more than my fair share of petty girl crap. in fact, i still deal with it, except swap the "girl" for "woman." yup, even at age 30 i have woman older than me causing all kind of drama, saying really petty garbage, or just making comments that no one over the age of 10 has any right to say. i know from personal experience many 40 and 50 something year old women in my community who would curl up and die if they went a whole hour without complaining, backstabbing, gossiping, or spewing negativity. unfortunatley, i know from personal experience because i have been the target of more than one incident, more than one petty conversation, more than one hurtful, harsh comment. and it's been that way a good part of my life despite my desire to please everyone, make everyone happy and trying to maintain a sense of "false peace" with people that would rather devour me with their words and accusations than really get to know me.
am i claiming innocence? no..i have definitley played my part in hurting others and by no means am playing the victim card here, but i despise being at odds with someone and try to quickly remedy a problem with someone even if it just means saying sorry when i don't feel i did anything wrong. trash talking someone's appearance (I HATE WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT!!!!!), saying things like "did you hear.....?" and just being petty in general ("why are they such good friends? i feel left out!") make me want to punch a wall. drama definitley brings the violent side out in me apparently.
i read a book a few years ago that had a chapter in it called "sandpaper people." the whole concept was that God allows "sandpaper people" in your life to rub YOUR rough spots out. that they're always reasons that Father puts difficult people in your path. there's always a lesson there and you will walk away "smoother" than you were before if you just surrender and allow the "sandpaper" to do its job.
i never realized how thankful i was for those hard times when my "friends" turned their back on me. i never knew one day i would be grateful, even to this day, for silly women who have hurt me so deeply. without these petty people in my life, i would never know how to guide and lead my oldest daughter with wisdom as she is now 11 and dealing with many of the same issues. recently a few of her friends were upset because she seemed to "like" another friend more than them. they told her she was "causing a big fight" because she chose to jump rope with this other friend instead of swing with them. (yes, true story...and the way my daughter handled it before even coming to me made me so proud)
as we sat there and talked, i was able to really relate to her because even now as an adult, i have women that hate that i'm closer to some friends than they are. or if they feel left out, i get talked about or snide remarks get made my way because i have personal conversations with people that they don't. i have faced the fact that some woman is going to ALWAYS be jealous of something whether it's looks, size, friendships, marriage, children, etc. of another woman. that's just life, and as i was recalling the way some women have treated me personally in the past and recently, i was able to turn to the Word of God and instruct my girl on how to deal with these "sandpaper" people. and then i became grateful, exceedingly, heart-swelling thankful that these people were/are allowed in my life. i give THANKS for the insults, the rude comments, the cold shoulders, the mean attitudes because in that pain lies a deep secret; the secret to show my daughter a world of what NOT to be and how NOT to act.
so thanks petty folks....my daughter will be stronger, wiser, and more mature because of the lessons you have taught me. :)
but i also have to fess up that i have been the victim of more than my fair share of petty girl crap. in fact, i still deal with it, except swap the "girl" for "woman." yup, even at age 30 i have woman older than me causing all kind of drama, saying really petty garbage, or just making comments that no one over the age of 10 has any right to say. i know from personal experience many 40 and 50 something year old women in my community who would curl up and die if they went a whole hour without complaining, backstabbing, gossiping, or spewing negativity. unfortunatley, i know from personal experience because i have been the target of more than one incident, more than one petty conversation, more than one hurtful, harsh comment. and it's been that way a good part of my life despite my desire to please everyone, make everyone happy and trying to maintain a sense of "false peace" with people that would rather devour me with their words and accusations than really get to know me.
am i claiming innocence? no..i have definitley played my part in hurting others and by no means am playing the victim card here, but i despise being at odds with someone and try to quickly remedy a problem with someone even if it just means saying sorry when i don't feel i did anything wrong. trash talking someone's appearance (I HATE WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT!!!!!), saying things like "did you hear.....?" and just being petty in general ("why are they such good friends? i feel left out!") make me want to punch a wall. drama definitley brings the violent side out in me apparently.
i read a book a few years ago that had a chapter in it called "sandpaper people." the whole concept was that God allows "sandpaper people" in your life to rub YOUR rough spots out. that they're always reasons that Father puts difficult people in your path. there's always a lesson there and you will walk away "smoother" than you were before if you just surrender and allow the "sandpaper" to do its job.
i never realized how thankful i was for those hard times when my "friends" turned their back on me. i never knew one day i would be grateful, even to this day, for silly women who have hurt me so deeply. without these petty people in my life, i would never know how to guide and lead my oldest daughter with wisdom as she is now 11 and dealing with many of the same issues. recently a few of her friends were upset because she seemed to "like" another friend more than them. they told her she was "causing a big fight" because she chose to jump rope with this other friend instead of swing with them. (yes, true story...and the way my daughter handled it before even coming to me made me so proud)
as we sat there and talked, i was able to really relate to her because even now as an adult, i have women that hate that i'm closer to some friends than they are. or if they feel left out, i get talked about or snide remarks get made my way because i have personal conversations with people that they don't. i have faced the fact that some woman is going to ALWAYS be jealous of something whether it's looks, size, friendships, marriage, children, etc. of another woman. that's just life, and as i was recalling the way some women have treated me personally in the past and recently, i was able to turn to the Word of God and instruct my girl on how to deal with these "sandpaper" people. and then i became grateful, exceedingly, heart-swelling thankful that these people were/are allowed in my life. i give THANKS for the insults, the rude comments, the cold shoulders, the mean attitudes because in that pain lies a deep secret; the secret to show my daughter a world of what NOT to be and how NOT to act.
so thanks petty folks....my daughter will be stronger, wiser, and more mature because of the lessons you have taught me. :)
Saturday, February 4, 2012
thank You for my Daily Bread
i have felt so introverted, a tad depressed, and a lot exhausted this week. two nights in a row i slept for almost 11 hours. i had no idea what my problem was. i was still working out daily, but my energy level for anything else was drained and i became a "computer potato" staring at pinterest in a meaningless existance much of this past week.
as i was throwing a load of laundry in the washing machine the other night and wondering why i felt so drained/exhausted/depressed/quiet, i "heard" that still small voice in my spirit,"you've had no time with Me."
okay, so that punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. and He was right, i was guilty as charged. i had had no quiet time in His Word (despite my nightly requests that the girls have their devotional/quiet times in God's Word), and i sure wasn't talking to Him as i normally do.
upon this revelation, i almost instantly felt energized. i knew as soon as i hit "start" on the washing machine, i was going upstairs and opening up my Bible. and that's exactly what i did.
i opened up to the Psalms and dived right in. it was like i had been traveling in a desert and all of sudden i found an oasis to drink from. it was instant medicine. look, i'm not saying the Bible is "magical," i'm saying, it's POWERFUL.
His Word is living, breathing power..the kind of power that makes lame man walk and blind man see. (emotionally, spiritually, and physically) His Word is a lamp unto my feet, it's the light that lights my paths when life gets too dark to see. it's the bread i desperatley need when i'm starving from the hunger that this world and all of its beauty/people/places/things can not fill. the Bible is my refuge, a strong tower that i run to when life is hard, when the world tells me i can't, but my Savior tells me all things are possible! it is strength when strength is gone, and it is mercy when i am found guilty. His Word is a weapon that destroys my fears and doubts and pulls me out of the pit of despair. it cuts into the darkness in my life and in my heart and burns my sins and my failures at the stake! the Bible is joy in the midst of bad circumstances, it's peace in the midst of storms, it's hope in trials, it is endurance in pain!!! it's a friend when everyone has turned their back. it is history, proven time and time again by great philosophers/archaeologists/scientists. it is Truth, it is Life, it is the Way. for His Word says that the "in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God"...and then the Word became flesh when our Father sent His only Son to a lost and dying world. don't you see? the Bible contains Holy Power because it IS power, God-breathed power!
and i'm telling you this because i KNOW you. i know that those few days when i felt down and depressed with no energy and a heaviness that wouldn't go away..i know that that is how some of you live on daily basis with no relief. and i want you to know that i know the power, the life changing power that a Book, a simple Book has to jerk you out of your complacency and set your feet on solid ground.
are you hungry? are you thirsty? are you spiritually naked left cold and alone in this dying world? .....there's a Book for that. and i promise you, you will never be the same if His Word is your daily bread.
as i was throwing a load of laundry in the washing machine the other night and wondering why i felt so drained/exhausted/depressed/quiet, i "heard" that still small voice in my spirit,"you've had no time with Me."
okay, so that punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. and He was right, i was guilty as charged. i had had no quiet time in His Word (despite my nightly requests that the girls have their devotional/quiet times in God's Word), and i sure wasn't talking to Him as i normally do.
upon this revelation, i almost instantly felt energized. i knew as soon as i hit "start" on the washing machine, i was going upstairs and opening up my Bible. and that's exactly what i did.
i opened up to the Psalms and dived right in. it was like i had been traveling in a desert and all of sudden i found an oasis to drink from. it was instant medicine. look, i'm not saying the Bible is "magical," i'm saying, it's POWERFUL.
His Word is living, breathing power..the kind of power that makes lame man walk and blind man see. (emotionally, spiritually, and physically) His Word is a lamp unto my feet, it's the light that lights my paths when life gets too dark to see. it's the bread i desperatley need when i'm starving from the hunger that this world and all of its beauty/people/places/things can not fill. the Bible is my refuge, a strong tower that i run to when life is hard, when the world tells me i can't, but my Savior tells me all things are possible! it is strength when strength is gone, and it is mercy when i am found guilty. His Word is a weapon that destroys my fears and doubts and pulls me out of the pit of despair. it cuts into the darkness in my life and in my heart and burns my sins and my failures at the stake! the Bible is joy in the midst of bad circumstances, it's peace in the midst of storms, it's hope in trials, it is endurance in pain!!! it's a friend when everyone has turned their back. it is history, proven time and time again by great philosophers/archaeologists/scientists. it is Truth, it is Life, it is the Way. for His Word says that the "in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God"...and then the Word became flesh when our Father sent His only Son to a lost and dying world. don't you see? the Bible contains Holy Power because it IS power, God-breathed power!
and i'm telling you this because i KNOW you. i know that those few days when i felt down and depressed with no energy and a heaviness that wouldn't go away..i know that that is how some of you live on daily basis with no relief. and i want you to know that i know the power, the life changing power that a Book, a simple Book has to jerk you out of your complacency and set your feet on solid ground.
are you hungry? are you thirsty? are you spiritually naked left cold and alone in this dying world? .....there's a Book for that. and i promise you, you will never be the same if His Word is your daily bread.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
a conversation with calli
"do you know that God has big plans for your life?" i asked calli tonight in casual conversation. i had just got done telling her for the millionth time in her life how important and special she was to me and to her Heavenly Father.
"yes" she replied.
"do you know He wants to do GREAT things with you?"
"yes"
"like what? what does God want to do with Calli?" being silly now because while i'm all for speaking good over my children, i didn't think at her tender age of six she quite knew what i was talking about. heck, even His plans for ME aren't always clear. but i do know they're always good :) (Jeremiah 29:11)
she quickly responded, "He wants to take care of me."
tears quickly filled my eyes at her innocent and very true statement.
"yes baby, He does. what else does He want to do in your life?"
"He wants to protect me from bad things, like the people who are hurt and killed because they love Him" ... a confusing statement, but i knew exactly what she meant.
an arrow shot through my heart. i have always, starting at a young age, told my girls about Christian martyrs all over the world and even reading them articles and showing them pictures out of the Voice of the Martyrs monthly newsletter. they know in many parts of the world it is a huge risk to believe in Messiah....that some risk their jobs, their homes, their own spouse and childrens' safety in order to never deny His great name. in fact, there was a girl last winter of 2010 who was burned badly when persecutors set fire to her village because they were believers. i told the girls her story and even now, over a year later, my girls still request prayer for this girl. they know, standing in Truth and faith is hard...it's risky...it is the most sacrificial thing that you ever do. and sometimes, our Father chooses not to protect us from persecution.
so as gently as i could, i tried to explain (completely humbled that my dear 6 year old daughter is so sensitive to what He wants to do in her life) that sometimes people are killed or hurt, lose everything they have, or suffer from unkind words for the Gospel's sake. and that while God may choose to not protect their bodies, He always guards their hearts and spirits, gives them strength to endure, and never ever leaves them. sometimes, we don't understand why He lets bad things happen to those who love Him so much, but His plans are always good.
she then fluttered off like a butterfly to play with her sister, so carefree and happy. and there i sat. the weight of the world on my spirit to pray that He would in fact, always take care of her, always protect her, never leave her. dedicating your kids to the Creator of the world, saying "here, they're all Yours" can be really tough. i worry over them, my life can be consumed by them, my focus sometimes is more on them than on my own love for God. but if she, at 6 years old, knows He wants to protect her, to take of her, then what shall i fear?
Dear Father, please always remind me as you did tonight that the plans You have for me are to take care of me, to protect me. and my dear children, my sweet girls who You so graciously gave me, please take care and protect them too. help them realize and understand Your great plan, Your great desire for their lives, and work in their hearts to ever show me Your way so that i too will become like a little child who trusts in You always.
"yes" she replied.
"do you know He wants to do GREAT things with you?"
"yes"
"like what? what does God want to do with Calli?" being silly now because while i'm all for speaking good over my children, i didn't think at her tender age of six she quite knew what i was talking about. heck, even His plans for ME aren't always clear. but i do know they're always good :) (Jeremiah 29:11)
she quickly responded, "He wants to take care of me."
tears quickly filled my eyes at her innocent and very true statement.
"yes baby, He does. what else does He want to do in your life?"
"He wants to protect me from bad things, like the people who are hurt and killed because they love Him" ... a confusing statement, but i knew exactly what she meant.
an arrow shot through my heart. i have always, starting at a young age, told my girls about Christian martyrs all over the world and even reading them articles and showing them pictures out of the Voice of the Martyrs monthly newsletter. they know in many parts of the world it is a huge risk to believe in Messiah....that some risk their jobs, their homes, their own spouse and childrens' safety in order to never deny His great name. in fact, there was a girl last winter of 2010 who was burned badly when persecutors set fire to her village because they were believers. i told the girls her story and even now, over a year later, my girls still request prayer for this girl. they know, standing in Truth and faith is hard...it's risky...it is the most sacrificial thing that you ever do. and sometimes, our Father chooses not to protect us from persecution.
so as gently as i could, i tried to explain (completely humbled that my dear 6 year old daughter is so sensitive to what He wants to do in her life) that sometimes people are killed or hurt, lose everything they have, or suffer from unkind words for the Gospel's sake. and that while God may choose to not protect their bodies, He always guards their hearts and spirits, gives them strength to endure, and never ever leaves them. sometimes, we don't understand why He lets bad things happen to those who love Him so much, but His plans are always good.
she then fluttered off like a butterfly to play with her sister, so carefree and happy. and there i sat. the weight of the world on my spirit to pray that He would in fact, always take care of her, always protect her, never leave her. dedicating your kids to the Creator of the world, saying "here, they're all Yours" can be really tough. i worry over them, my life can be consumed by them, my focus sometimes is more on them than on my own love for God. but if she, at 6 years old, knows He wants to protect her, to take of her, then what shall i fear?
Dear Father, please always remind me as you did tonight that the plans You have for me are to take care of me, to protect me. and my dear children, my sweet girls who You so graciously gave me, please take care and protect them too. help them realize and understand Your great plan, Your great desire for their lives, and work in their hearts to ever show me Your way so that i too will become like a little child who trusts in You always.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
GO YE- Haiti 2012
“If He was here, Jesus would walk the same way,” Patrick turned and said as we followed him single-file up a steep path of rocky terrain and plantain trees while little Richardson hugged my waist tightly to ensure I didn’t fall. Patrick may not have known the weight of his words at the time, but that phrase stayed with me as we made our journey up the dirt trail to a woman’s house in need of prayer. Even now as I’m back in America, sitting comfortably with a full belly in a climate controlled room, the phrase “WWJD?” has taken on a whole new meaning.
Patrick, our Haitian translator, the man who learned English through self-teaching of comparing his Haitian Creole Bible with the English version, only a mere 6 weeks ago I might add. Patrick, 26 years old with a 16 year old sister and a 9 year old brother, a mother who passed away on July 15, 2011 and a father who died when he was a young boy, once attended school in the Dominican Republic but had to return home to his village due to costs of his education. Patrick, our Haitian translator who works for Mission of Hope in order to put food on the table for his younger siblings and who God used mightily to impact our entire team. But there I go, getting ahead of myself….
Note: I started to document and write everything about this trip, the details, day to day…but it didn’t feel right, details aren’t what I want to share. The people, that’s what I want to share. The ones I traveled with, and the ones I met that impacted my soul to its very core. So please, as you read on, let these characters in my story of Haiti January 2012 touch your heart as they have touched mine.
MAIN CHARACTERS: There are two main characters in my story, without these two people, my Haiti experience would be just another mission trip. Let’s meet them, shall we?
PATRICK: I wrote a bit about Patrick earlier, but I don’t want you, the reader, to miss out on the great depth of love our team, and myself, have for this humble man. Our first real encounter with him was when he accompanied us into a village called Source Matelas (pronounced “Seuss Mahtlay”). He was quiet, watchful, and in his slow, yet perfect English, he told us we would be going from house to house, asking people if they know Jesus, if they are saved, and if there are any prayer needs. We did as we were instructed, and the first woman we came to had back pain, the first man we came to (Charles Mac), the same problem. As we took turns praying for these people, it was immediately evident that Patrick was more than just our translator, he was a prayer warrior. The authority in which he prayed startled me, but I loved it. I knew this man was for real. In that village that morning, there were 3 women led to Christ, and one woman (Sandra) who Derek baptized using Rebecca’s water from her water bottle. There were many people we prayed over, including a lady who was due to have a baby in about month. There were village children all around, most wanting us to cut our evangelizing short so we could play soccer. It was in that village, going up the path I wrote of prior, that I really felt like one of His disciples. I looked down at my feet, filthy in my sandals, and I knew why the washing of the feet was such an honoring experience for the disciples. We went into homes that had no airflow, in the 90 degree weather with several people crammed into one room, and I knew, our Savior must have done the same thing. I held a newborn baby, soaking wet in urine, but sleeping as peacefully as can be. And it was Patrick who was our guide, it was Patrick who led us in song on the way back from the village for he knew our hearts were heavy with what we had just seen. We saw Patrick be silly that afternoon while visiting an orphanage. He danced, he sang, he jumped. He had a gentle way with the children and our team knew we were in good hands when he was around. The following day, Patrick came with us to the village of Leveque where MOH had broken ground on 500 new homes to replace tents put up after the earthquake. Not only did he come with, he helped us paint (yellow) a house for a family who would soon be moving in. Before long, we were once again singing by his leading and while he worked side by side with Debbie on the inside of the house, he learned what her teasing was all about. J The Haitians don’t quite get our sense of humor, but Debbie tried. She and I also tried to teach Patrick the song, “this little light of mine.” That day while painting, Patrick heard and saw all of our silliness, and loved us just the same. We learned more about him and he learned more about us, and when it was time to say goodbye when we returned to the mission, we reminded him that while he will see several teams each week and may never remember us, that we would never, ever forget him and would always be praying for him. As we stood in a circle of goodbyes and tears, Patrick reminded us, “When you go back home, you love everyone. You preach the Gospel. You make disciples.” Did he understand that our team was called the “Go Ye” team and that what he had spoken was our very mission? Probably not, but God knew what we needed to hear, and who we needed to hear it from. Debbie later told us that Patrick opened up about wanting to preach the Gospel and evangelize all over Haiti. I pray one day, with his brother and his sister that they will get to do that. Thank you Patrick, for that’s all I can say. There aren’t enough pretty words in the entire world to make you understand how special you were/are to me and my team.
ELIZABETH: Our group coordinator/leader for the week. I instantly fell in love with this beautiful brunette who was all smiles and passion. Her story at the Mission of Hope began a couple of years ago while she was living in her home state of Colorado. She had a great job, all of her family and friends were there, but something was nagging her. She kept hearing from God to move to Arkansas. Ha! Arkansas! From Colorado! That’s what she was thinking…she had no idea what in the world He was asking of her or why, but through many sleepless nights, she finally obeyed Him. She packed up and moved away from financial security, family and friends to journey on a path that God wanted her follow. In Arkansas, she got connected to a church that went on mission trips yearly. Though Haiti wasn’t ever on her radar, she somehow got corralled into going to the Mission of Hope with a team, and when she arrived, she knew. She couldn’t get enough and had to go back, and the “whys” and “whats” and “whens” of obeying God started to make sense. It was then that an internship opened up for her to stay at MOH for 3 months, and that later led to a job. This story stayed in my heart during our stay on the mission. Obedience. Where would she be had she not moved to Arkansas? Her love of the Haitian people and land, her compassionate heart, and her tender spirit were contagious! And ya know, the next time He asks something of me that doesn’t make any sense, I’m going to remember Elizabeth’s story. We all need to remember Elizabeth’s story.
THE SUPPORTING CAST:
THE CHILDREN: Each and every one, whether I remember their name or not. But especially Tracy, who followed us the entire time at Source Matelas and who, after I gave a pack of granola thins to, was licking the paper because she was so hungry. And then there was 11 year old Richardson at the village who told me he loved me and held me tight. Little Pierre at MOH orphanage who sang “Hallelujah” and Matthew who kept telling me “no” every time I’d say his name. Steve who let me love on him, Christina who I met last time I was in Haiti at the Berci property, and saw again on this trip. There was Juna that I held, Phalencia from Victorious Kids Orphanage who is 13 and very very smart, little Guanshay (sp?) who sang to me as she rubbed my cheeks and wiped my tears, Revaldo who sang like a champ, Bobby, Jerry, and the list goes on and on and on. So many faces, so many little hands, so many smiles and hugs and kisses, all happy and unselfish in giving their love freely and openly.
OUR PRAYER WARRIORS: in particular? My mom (mine and debbie's, and derek's mom), and our oldest sister, Deanna. Not to mention the countless number of people who invested in us financially and/or prayerfully. The many people who texted and called and emailed me specifically saying they were praying on our behalf, I/we say a big THANK YOU!!! But in particular, it was our mother and our big sister who carried us via prayer to and from Haiti. I have no doubt that they were both on their knees in prayer before, during, and after our trip and I believe that great things can be accomplished for the glory and honor of the Kingdom when people have a supporting cast of prayer partners such as we had.
OUR PRAYER WARRIORS: in particular? My mom (mine and debbie's, and derek's mom), and our oldest sister, Deanna. Not to mention the countless number of people who invested in us financially and/or prayerfully. The many people who texted and called and emailed me specifically saying they were praying on our behalf, I/we say a big THANK YOU!!! But in particular, it was our mother and our big sister who carried us via prayer to and from Haiti. I have no doubt that they were both on their knees in prayer before, during, and after our trip and I believe that great things can be accomplished for the glory and honor of the Kingdom when people have a supporting cast of prayer partners such as we had.
EXTRAS:
DELMONT: Another translator at MOH, he said after he graduated school, he would travel around the world, maybe even Tampa, FL, and be “the BEST SOCCER PLAYER EVER!!!!”
MOH’s PRAISE AND WORSHIP TEAM: our Haitian Hillsong
OUR “GO YE” TEAM: myself, Derek, Rebecca, and Debbie
THE OTHER TEAMS ON THE MISSION: Miranda and her family, Sarah, Isabelle, Cindy, Christy and her family, Bill and Jean
JOHN FROM LEVEQUE: the man with 28 children and 15 mommas of those children…wow! Talk about a lot of baby momma drama…. But such a sweet man who helped me learn more Creole
HOSANNA: a widow in Source Matelas who was so grateful to God and couldn’t stop praising Him for what He had done in her life
THE GOATS, CHICKENS, DONKEYS, COWS, HORSES, DOGS: enough said
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY HUSBAND, DAVID: Without this man's support, prayer, love, and gratefulness for how the Father uses me overseas, I would never be able to take this trip, see Haiti, understand that God's love has no borders, and shine His light in a dark world. Thank you, David. I love you so!
AND SO MANY MORE PEOPLE!!!!! SO MANY MEMORIES, SO MANY STORIES, SO MUCH SPEAKING TO MY SPIRIT FROM THE FATHER!!!! SO MUCH PRAISE I GIVE TO THE GIVER OF LIFE!!!!!
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY HUSBAND, DAVID: Without this man's support, prayer, love, and gratefulness for how the Father uses me overseas, I would never be able to take this trip, see Haiti, understand that God's love has no borders, and shine His light in a dark world. Thank you, David. I love you so!
AND SO MANY MORE PEOPLE!!!!! SO MANY MEMORIES, SO MANY STORIES, SO MUCH SPEAKING TO MY SPIRIT FROM THE FATHER!!!! SO MUCH PRAISE I GIVE TO THE GIVER OF LIFE!!!!!
I pray I never forget what it was like to walk off the beaten path, have a man named Patrick turn to us, and say “If He was here, Jesus would walk the same way.”
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