Side Notes

Be Addicted to Him

2009-10-19T21:24:00.000-07:00

I recently had to get some files recovered from an external harddrive which was failing. I thought I'd lost close to 100gb of videos, pictures, documents and other important items to me, mainly from my years in Peru. A genius friend of mine was able to get most of the files back for me, and I was just sorting through them. In a folder I'd placed somewhere hard to get to, were some memories from a serious relationship in my past. I laughed when I saw it and decided it was ok to delete those memories. However in that folder was a small document he had challenged me to write, and I thought I'd save that one from the trash bin. My own words from my past encouraged me, so I thought I'd post it here. So here is "Be Addicted to Him".

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I was raised in the church, as a PK (preacher's kid) of all things. But it wasn’t until I was 22 when I went on my first mission trip. For those who have been on a mission trip before to a 3^rd world country, close your eyes with me and relive the memories. For those who haven’t, close your eyes, and take a trip with me to a 3^rd world country. For my experience, we’ll go to Lima, Peru. You look around with me and see a city, smoggy, like many large cities, grey and overcast due to its climate, and located in a dusty, dirty desert. Take a deep breath with me, and you will smell trash of all kinds; human and animal waste, fresh and old; exhaust from old wearing down cars, trucks, and buses. If you were to take a Kleenex with me right now, and wipe slightly the inside of your nose, you’d be discusted to see a black film on the tissue. Now I challenge you to open your heart with me. See the old man begging on the street with his trembling hand. See the impoverished little Indian woman in rags selling her handmade goods. See the little child on the street selling candy midday to help his family buy bread instead of going to school. Open your heart a bit more with me. Most of these people do not know about our Savior, and believe in the traditional praying to their saints (who I can guarantee don’t answer their petitions) and doing good works in order to get to heaven. If they continue with those beliefs, where are they going?

I have now been on the mission field for over a year. I have learned so much, yet not enough. Without Christ, I am just as lost as the drunk man on the sidewalk, or the man down my street stoned and shouting as he paces by my house. God has shown me His intense faithfulness in my time here. I get overwhelmed, if not on a daily basis, a weekly basis, by the extreme need that surrounds me. I am unable to meet all the needs. I am unable to sit down and talk to the 9 million people that live in the Lima area, to share with them of my faithful Lord. He doesn’t ask that much of me, and only gives me what I can handle. The mission field has brought out much more of my sin, some which is culturally innate, that I brought with me from the good US of A, and I’ve had to work through my ideas differently than I would back home. Yet, if I am a Christian, where is “home”? It isn’t in the USA, its in heaven, and when I suffer from homesickness here, it usually is more longing for my true home. Life is not as comfortable here, as it might be back in the States, but as a Christian, we are not called to live in comfort. We are, however called to know Him and to make Him known. How much do you know Him? How much have you made Him known?

Follow God to places out of your comfort zone, whether a mission trip, the mission field, sharing the gospel with your coworker, helping in the nursery, or whatever, and do it in His grace. I can’t even begin to tell you how faithful He is and how much His grace and peace will surround you if you let Him take you to those “uncomfort” zones. And how you will be blessed! Trust me, “once you pop” of His faithfulness, “you can’t stop!” One taste of His faithfulness and grace in situations unfamiliar, you will be addicted. Of all addictions, His unending grace, His unconditional love, and His unmatchable faithfulness, and all other characteristics that make up our Lord, He is the best addiction! Long for Him. Ache for Him to fill you. Be addicted to Him!

Broken

2009-09-24T20:53:00.000-07:00

“Every difficult relationship is ordained by God to expose our need for Christ. We must be more broken about our sin than frustrated by others.”

Dr. Bob Flayhart, pastor Oak Mountain Presbyterian

About a month ago I prayed that the Lord would expose more of my sin to me. I know that is a prayer that will result in some uneasy times, but I was tired of coasting through some of my life this year acknowledging general sin, but not specific sin. A situation arose a few weeks ago at work with a coworker that frustrated me greatly, and while it frustrated me pretty much the entire week, it also revealed my pride and critical self. So then I had two things weighing on me: My great frustration with my coworker that was impossible to ignore and would render a huge defensive attack if mentioned, and seeing my nasty ugly sin in the whole situation. What an answer to prayer!!! =)

Hey…. I got what I asked for didn’t I?

That week the situation came to a confrontation of sorts on no less than Sunday morning. I was already broken, praying and working on my heart and attitude from the whole week. After confronting her after she snapped at me, I knew I needed to get out of the environment, after doing what I could to “stay at peace”. The whole drive home and to church I listened to Laura Story, and repeated “Make Something Beautiful” and “There is Nothing” which I greatly needed for confession and preparing to worship.

Here are a few of the lyrics from There is Nothing:

Lord I come before You, To honor and adore You, 

For who You are and all that You have done,  

Lord I am not worthy, My heart is dark and dirty 

Still somehow You bid for me to come

So clothe me in humility,  Remind me, that I come before a King

And there is nothing, There is nothing, More precious, more worthy, 

May I gaze deeper,  May I stand longer 

May I press onward to know You Lord 

So I go to church that morning, broken of myself, which is a bittersweet thing, and come to find that the sermon that day was about work…from good work ethics to coworkers. It was what I had been preaching to myself already that week and being broken of, but was good for me to not preach it to myself, but to hear it instead.

The chorus from another Laura Story song, Make Something Beautful became my prayer:

Take all of my life, all of my life, And make something beautiful. 

I open my hand, trusting Your plan. Make something beautiful

so all will see Your work in me, as You make something beautiful

HIS WORK IN ME.....its nothing of myself. I can't change myself. I can be motivated, but when it comes down to it I can't throw off my sinful self. All I can do is run to Him. Because of Christ, He turns these dirty nasty ugly rags of my life and cleans them. What great hope that is!

And even now, a few weeks later, I have even more exposed sin in my life, but I can only hope in Him to change me and to make something beautiful!

A Broken Label

2009-09-24T20:14:00.000-07:00

Indications: Take the following if you need to be exposed to more of your sin and be broken of yourself.

Warning: Praying to be broken and have more unnoticed sin in your life be exposed leads to seeing yourself not “not as bad as you thought” rather A LOT WORSE than you thought you were.

Contraindications: Do not pray this if you don’t really want to be changed by the God or have legalistic mindset thinking you alone can work your way out of your sin problem or go through a check-list to be “better”.

Directions: Pray to see more of your sin. Let God show you your sin. Do not be despaired and weighed down with the sin that the Lord shows you, rather realize that you can only be changed by Him, and that He who began a good work in you will carry it onto completion (Phil 1:6).

Lessons from Blackout Curtains: #2

2009-03-06T00:05:00.000-08:00

What is the point of blackout curtains? "Obvious", you say, "to block out the light." I was thinking the other day, in light of a few dark weeks I've had (ha... I just noticed what I wrote!)...that in life a lot of times when things are "dark" I don't want to let the Light of the world in. Now in my room, even if I close the curtains and my world is dark, that doesn't mean that the light isn't on the other side of the curtains. The light still exists, even if it goes unacknowledged by me. And truthfully, with the style of curtains I hung in my room, some light does get in around the edges, so really, I can't get away from it. So goes the same in my life spiritually...

When I want to pull away, draw the curtains to close all around me, the Light still is there, whether I acknowledge Him or not. He is still pouring His light into my world around the edges of my blackout curtains, when I selfishly block Him and other lights out, retreating to my cave. And to what good?

The thing with working nights is that I am awake during the darkest hours, and asleep during the brightest hours. I might see light for a couple hours if I am lucky. But how much more grateful I am on my 7 off where I can spend a lot of time out in the light, and I don't take it as much for granted. Its that much more special to me. That relates too with my recent low and "dark" days.... I am so much more grateful for the Light, even when I tried to block Him out, and am trying not to take Him for granted. He's that much more special to me, after brightening my dark days.

Lessons From Blackout Curtains: #1

2009-03-05T23:15:00.000-08:00

Since I work on the night shift during my work week, I have been planning for a while to make some blackout curtains to make sleeping during the day easier. (Now if I could just organize that better with the construction crews behind my house.) So in December when I was visiting my fam in St. Louis, I mentioned my desire and vision for my curtains to my sister-in-law, who is a creative genius. We went fabric shopping and I found the perfect color fabric and black-out material to go with it. Though it totaled to be more than I was expecting, buying it was good for me because if I invest in a project, I am more likely to follow-through with it. Several weeks went by...holidays, a trip to Peru, and a few other miscellaneous issues.... and finally a few weeks ago, I took out time for my project.

Let me preface the part of the story where I sewed. The last time I sat in front of a sewing machine was about 13-14 years ago, the year after I took home ec (now called "Family and Consumer Sciences" I believe), so my sewing skills were rusty to say the least. I faced many challenges....and with those, I ended up calling everyone I knew who sewed, even posting on my facebook wall that I needed help. Many were able to talk over the phone, but not being there over my shoulder to walk me through and troubleshoot the machine, it still was a frustrating task. I even consulted YouTube, which helped some, but by the end of the night, when I thought I had it all set-up right, I sewed a few inches and SNAP! The needle broke. The only sewing needle I had.

The next day I got new needles and attempted to conquer this machine again. I found the instruction manual, and within a few minutes, I was sewing. There is a manual for many good reasons! It was so much easier than the night before when a few choice words I spoke out of frustration echoed in my house.

I sewed away, and the hems of these curtains are not even, the lines are not straight, and though I wasn't being a perfectionist with this project, I was still excited and proud of my creation. As I was sewing and thinking about all the frustrations I had, and how imperfect the hems were being sewn, I couldn't help but think of my favorite Psalm, and these verses came to mind:

Psalm 139

5-You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.

13-For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14- I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

15-My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

16a-your eyes saw my unformed body.

It made me think of myself as God's creation, and how He was not frustrated like I was. He didn't break any sewing needles, nor did He need to call anyone for help or consult any manuals. And even if a few hems of me were off and uneven, I am just as He wanted me to be, He is still proud of me and excited about me because I am HIS! I am His creation and He delights in me. As I see my curtains hanging now, it seems like they were always there, they just fit in well in my room, they belong there. He has me here, now where He wants me, where I belong.

Breath of Heaven

2008-12-08T00:41:00.000-08:00

One of my other favorite Christmas songs, this one written from Mary's point of view. I've posted all the lyrics below, but one particular part of this song is one of my current prayers for myself:

".....But I offer all I am
For the mercy of your plan....."

How often do I long to see my plan take place? How much of my own energy do I put into offering all I am for what I want to see happen? Yet in the past, when I have offered myself to His plan, its always been for my best, and though some of those times have been hard, they were so full of blessings. To truly offer all I am, I need God's grace to help me out of myself. Just as this song shows Mary's need for His strength and His presence, I need that too!

All the lyrics:

Breath of Heaven
I have traveled many moonless nights,
Cold and weary with a babe inside,
And I wonder what I've done.
Holy father you have come,
And chosen me now to carry your son.

I am waiting in a silent prayer.
I am frightened by the load I bear.
In a world as cold as stone,
Must I walk this path alone?
Be with me now.
Be with me now.

Breath of heaven,
Hold me together,
Be forever near me,
Breath of heaven.
Breath of heaven,
Lighten my darkness,
Pour over me your holiness,
For you are holy.
Breath of heaven.

Do you wonder as you watch my face,
If a wiser one should have had my place,
But I offer all I am
For the mercy of your plan.
Help me be strong.
Help me be.
Help me.

Born to Die

2008-12-08T00:40:00.001-08:00

I love the Christmas season, and especially Christmas music. This is one of my new favorites, just giving a little glimpse of Christ leaving His glory in heaven and arriving in a humble state.

Born to Die
by Bebo Norman

They never knew a dark night
always had the Son's light
on their face
Perfect in glory
Broken by the story
of untold grace...
come that day

Majesty had come down
Glory had succumed now
to flesh and bone
In the arms of a manger
In the hands of strangers
that could not know
Just who they hold

Chorus:
And the angels filled the sky
All of heaven wondered why
Why their King would choose to be
Be a baby born to die

And all fell silent
For the cry of an infant,
the voice of God
Was dividing history
For those with eyes to see,
the Son would shine
From earth that night

Chorus

Bridge:
To break the chains
Of guilt and sin
To find us here
To pull us in
So we can join in Heaven's song
And with one voice around the throne

Chorus:
All the Angels filled the sky
And I can't help but wonder why
Why the King would choose to be
Be a baby born for me
Be a baby born to die

Life is TOO Precious

2008-12-01T03:58:00.000-08:00

I am at work right now. My thoughts are scattered, and I am typing this looking through teary eyes.

I just helped in a code.....and in the end a 5 year old boy passed away.

He wasn't my patient, but I just helped in documenting the code as it took place. The team fought, and fought hard for his life. When things were not improving mom and dad came in to be with him until the end. Mom was singing "it is well with my soul" and praying aloud for God's glory in this and for those of us in the room.

I held the tears back at this point. When I got back to my patients in "the cube" (babies whose parents can't stay with them)....I held one of my babies and rocked her as I cried. She slept while I rocked, but at one point she stretched her arm and her hand rested on my face. (I lost it again).

Life is too precious. We can't take it for granted.

Thanksgiving at Children's Hospital

2008-11-26T22:55:00.000-08:00

Its my first stateside Thanksgiving in 4 years. Earlier in the week I was kinda bummed about that thought and that I wouldn't see any family today....maybe I have gotten used to the idea and don't have such a "woe is me attitude", or maybe the Lord did a work in my heart and changed my outlook. I am taking care of some babies right now that started off life with a rough go of it, healthwise and family wise. I found myself rocking 3 of them tonight, praying for them, knowing that their family wasn't going to see them on Thanksgiving, and being thankful for the opportunity to love them and care for them. I thought of the one little boy abandoned by both parents....My Father will never leave or forsake me. I thought of the other little boy whose mother died shortly after he was born....My Father sent His Son who died to give me life.

There is so much to be thankful for.

I have been studying Colossians, and I wrote a verse on an index card and have been carrying it around with me tonight. The card is quite bent now, but I read it when I get a chance.

"Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these things put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs with thankfulness in your hearts to God. And whatever you do, in word or in deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him." Colossians 3:12-17

There is so much in those 5 verses that I need God's help with....but today I want to focus on the bold words, relishing in an amazing God who has given me way beyond what I deserve and blessed me in more ways than I could've asked or imagined. I find that in these rare times when I can sit and ponder what I can be thankful for, I am able to clothe myself better with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, patience, and forgiveness. It still isn't easy, but it helps get things in perspective. I should be more thankful more often.

A New Idol

2008-11-25T03:55:00.000-08:00

It came to mind during the sermon on Sunday, a new idol I have been carrying around. Something that has been consuming my thoughts, something that I have even been praying about, and not that the "thing" is a bad thing, its actually a blessing....but have I been thinking about it, joking around about it, and letting it consume me too much. I hadn't really thought of it as an idol. But Sunday it dawned on me that it has been, and that my focus needs to be elseware in life..aka ON CHRIST. So, only by God's grace, definetly not in my own strength, can I step forward and leave this idol behind.

Fighting the Funk

2008-11-25T03:45:00.000-08:00

I feel a funk coming on, and one part of me wants to fight it, the other part of me wants to wallow in it. Could it be because Thanksgiving is this week and its my first one in the states in 4 years, and I will not be spending it with family, rather working? Thats probably part of the funk, but the main reason would probably be that my times with the Lord lately are only to "tread water" spiritually. I tend to see my funks come in the times in my life when I am being legalistic about my me-and-God times, and really not going deep.

I want to wallow in this muck, feeling blah and not wanting to change my attitude. I want to withdraw, and this week may help that in that many of my friends are out of town. But really? What good does any of that do? How does that portray Christ?

So I must REPENT, BELIEVE, and FIGHT. I am trying to fight off this funk. I am trying to call myself into check. And I am probably putting on a mask with a smile on it in the process.

Main ingredient: Love

2008-11-23T23:11:00.000-08:00

My ingredient: Frustration

My dearest friends in Peru always say when they share a meal with others that the main ingredient that is put into the meal is love.

I served a different type of Peruvian meal tonight.... pouring in 50% love and 50% frustration.

I truly do enjoy cooking, especially for others, and I really love sharing things from Peru with others...so a few weeks ago, I signed up to bring dinner for life group, with the intention of making a Peruvian meal. All the ingredients in Peruvian meals are fresh, you make everything from scratch, which is more delicious, but more work. (I think the next time I sign up I'm bringing Stouffer's).

It was our last life group meeting, and 2 life groups were coming together. I overestimated 40 people, preferring to bring too much than not enough, and not knowing who all was out of town. Anyways, so Friday I got all the ingredients (excluding one that I had frozen from Peru), and should have budgetted better.

So Saturday I started prepping stuff... I made the dessert, and got other things prepared that would help things go faster today. My roommate helped me out some too.

So Sunday, after meeting with my small group of girls, I rushed home to get things moving, only having a little over 4 hours to have everything ready. Enough time, right? I began cooking the chicken, then my roommate came home and I was able to delegate some important chopping. Things were moving, but there was still a lot to be done. One friend came over to fix our outside porch light, and ended up helping us more, another friend dropped by for a little as well to help. All looked well, it seemed like we were going to get it all done and make it in time for life group. I was hoping to make it there with everything ready, so I could also sit in and participate in the meeting. It was going well until the pot with the rice, a very essential part of this "chicken with rice" meal started to let out a thick white smoke. Long story short, 3 pounds of half-way cooked rice with peas, carrots, and red peppers (previously chopped) along with the green mixture of cilantro, spinach, beer, and garlic (that was simmering in the rice) was ALL RUINED!!! We still had another pound of rice cooking in another pot, but that wasn't going to feed everyone!

We got everything else ready to go, my roommate ran to the store, and picked up some essential items to remake some rice at the Branch's (where we meet for lifegroup). I took a look at the other pot of rice that I had cooking. Pot #2 ALL RUINED!!!!! I rushed on over to lifegroupt to get started. The second batch of the rice, that we'd end up eating was not what it should have been, but there was no more time to make it right, only time to make it, a small taste of what it could be.

The positive: no one there had eaten this Peruvian dish, they wouldn't know differently.

The negative: I would

I was very frustrated.... several times I had to hold back the tears. On my way over to the Branch's, I thought about what God could be teaching me. Probably not to be so perfectionistic, also to remind me I wasn't in control, and probably another lesson of letting things go.

Oh if only I had. Not only were Pots# 1 & 2 ruined, but so was my mood and mindset for the rest of the night. I have felt a funk coming on anyways, this just helped it spiral on down. I stayed late and attempted being social, but was so brainblocked by the 2 long days spent in the kitchen on a meal that came out to me only half what it could've been.

As I cleaned the monstrous mess in the kitchen when I got back home, I thought of how the rice parallels creation. In the first pots were the ingredients for the right recipe, then it became ruined, and the following pot of rice served was only a taste, a glimpse of something that resembled what it should be like. The beauty that we do have here on earth is only a glimpse of something that resembles the new creation, what awaits us in eternity. (where rice is NEVER ruined!) ;-)

Daylight Savings... and other pros and cons with nightshift

2008-11-02T00:31:00.000-07:00

For a while now I have thought about posting some pros and cons about working night shift. Right now I am at work, and we have just observed Daylight Savings time, and I get to work one extra hour tonight. I hadn't really thought about that in working nights, but at least I get one hour extra of pay (which will happen to be time and a half) and if things get busy I will have one extra hour to get things done. (I am trying to think positively because I really don't want to be here right now!)

Here are some other pros and cons to working nights (with some help from the girls I work with):

Pros....
-Being able to go to church every week (here at my job we have to work every other weekend)
-Higher pay
-Going to Wal-mart after getting off work in the morning: easy parking, short lines
-When I leave work in the morning and the sun is rising, I've already put my full day's work in.
- Opposite traffic flow when I get off.
-Getting off in the morning with a fresh feeling from the morning air.
-When I work holidays, I don't miss out on the daytime holiday activities
-The amazing girls that I work with and the teamwork that we have!!
- Not having to put up with A LOT of people throughout the day
- Being able to blog at night when the night is slower. ;-), and read other blogs
- Having appointments that I don't have to miss work for

Cons....
-When we have to wake patients up
-Sleep schedule
-Construction behind my house while I am sleeping throughout the day
-Daylight Savings
-People not understanding we sleep during the day....they aren't naps...OR they are amazed that we are still functioning well later on after our shift (when it may only be "eveningtime" in my sleep schedule)

..... I will note though, if it weren't for my schedule being 7on 7off (working 7days getting off 7 days) I probably wouldn't work nights....but this allows me to be "normal" during my off week.

November 4

2008-11-01T02:24:00.000-07:00

Election Day is around the corner, and well, honestly I am not one who jumps into politics nor do I keep up with things there well, but I have done a bit more this time around to make a more informed decision.

This election reminds me of the election in Peru a few years ago between Ollanta Humala and Alan Garcia. The first who is "chummy" with Chavez and comes from a terrorist background to the second who destroyed Peru's economy when he was president in the 80s. Many Peruvians shared with me that their choice was like choosing between AIDS or cancer...voting for the lesser of 2 evils.

Is there a need for change? Yes. But the only One who can bring real change is Christ, not one man. And even there were a "lesser of 2 evils" and I were to vote for him, the other candidate may win. Regardless who takes the role of our president, the man needs our prayers; God in His sovereignty has ordained who will take that roll (not that I shouldn't vote); and even if I am unhappy with the results, Nebuchadnezzar ruled Babylon, though "evil", God allowed it, and God humbled him too.

No matter who wins on November 4, Obama or McCain, only Christ can change this country, the war, the economy...~> US.

Trusting Him for Them

2008-11-01T01:17:00.000-07:00

As much as I would love to come to the rescue, I can only do so much, and that little bit that I can do seems so small for the burden I have for them. I have given and want to do more, but to what point? How much is enough..is there a "too much"? What is He trying to teach them, and would I be a hinderance to that if I took up my hypothetical cape and flew to the rescue. They are His. He is their Father who will provide for their needs. He doesn't need my cape, He already has them tucked under His wings.

Maybe He does want to use me, maybe He does want me to be closer to help, maybe He wants me to stay here and help from afar.

The tendency of my heart is to jump in and help, but how much of that is my desire to serve and my love for them vs. my issue with loss of control?

Even if I weren't able to help out in any way at all.... They still are His.

Maybe He just wants me to trust Him for them.

Enough is Enough

2008-11-01T00:21:00.001-07:00

While I was in Boston, my friends and I prayed together about some things in our lives and where we are, jobs....families....etc. My dear friend, so burdened at one point in her prayer with my state of singleness (I think I might be more content about my situation than she is for me) prayed with tears and at one point even said "Enough is enough God!" and I couldn't help but laugh while we were praying. Later her boldness struck me as interesting. I don't know that I could say that to God about myself........but how often does the core of me think it, about any issue, even if I do not have the boldness to say it?

Reverse Culture Shock

2008-10-30T01:46:00.001-07:00

So I have been back in the states now for over 8 months. Its crazy to think that, but time truly has gone by quickly. I feel that overall my transition has been good and smooth. I only had a few rough weeks in the beginning, but since then I rested in the fact that I know I am called to be here for now, and acknowledged that it is ok to separate in my mind how different life in Peru is to life here in the States.

So after my visit back to Peru this past September, about 6 months after leaving Peru, I would have imagined at least a little reverse culture shock. The weird thing is that while in Peru I was semi-eager to get back here. The weirder thing is, last week after visiting my dear friend in Boston I had a HARD time adjusting to being back here and was questioning where I am to be.

Backing up..... as a nurse there are many opportunities in many places to work, and I have always toyed with the idea of travel nursing. But, I need community and people I know nearby, and I wouldn't take an assignment to a place where I don't know anyone.

I LOVED Boston.

I loved it when I went there with my family 13ish years ago, and I loved it even more this time around. I could TOTALLY live there. I also have family and many friends from working camp at Ridge Haven that are out in St. Louis. That would be a great destination too!

One of the biggest reasons for considering this is for finances. My hope and plan (which is often changed by One who knows best) is to be debt free by 30. I am also burdened to help some dear people to me out financially as well and would be able to "do more" if I made more.

The shock hit after the trip probably for several reasons. I came back from Boston with my new car waiting for me. And honestly for the first few days I really wasn't enjoying it much. It wasn't buyers remorse, because I'd done the research, saved a good chunk of money, and know this is logically a great decision. Taking on a new loan and a new (used) car is stressful, but finally got to where I can look at the HUGE blessing the car is that I have, that I DON'T deserve at all, but in all logical reasons is what I need right now. Balancing me having this nice car with what I was used to in Peru, and the 2 mindsets between these 2 countries, was part of my initial problem. It isn't a necessity to have a car in Peru, there is enough public transportation and taxis to get you anywhere, but it is a necessity here to have a reliable mode of transportation. If my dearest friends in Peru were to see this car of mine that I have, I don't believe they would understand well. Then on another aspect, being able to pay for this right now when some close to me are really struggling financially, I guess I also felt guilty for having this as well.

Then if I were to leave, it would be hard and take longer to find good community as I already have here. Last Sunday night (in the midst of this shock) I teared up several times at life group thinking of the possibility of leaving my group at OMPC (even though there are many I am still getting to know).

I came back from Boston and kept all these building thoughts of "I don't know where God wants me!!!!!" inside and they kept building up for several days before I could talk to someone and let it all out. But once I did, it didn't seem like such a big issue after all (though it was HUGE in my mind), and was so good to have some view points from two sweet sisters in Christ about it all (shout out to Crissy and Duski!).

......now some odd days later, I am once again at peace (thank you Lord) and though I don't know where He may want me later, I know He wants me here right now.

Not What I Planned

2008-10-04T01:37:00.000-07:00

It was just a normal day...or so I thought. I wanted to get as much sleep as possible before working a double shift, but in preparations for a trip coming up, I needed to take my car in to be looked at, oil change, brakes, etc. I went on to bed to get whatever sleep I could, and then was called. "Miss Bennett," the mechanic said, "how much do you like your car?" Up to that point I was mostly content with what I had. The conversation continued and he told me what all they found wrong with my car. I know a lot of mechanics will try to pull one over on people, especially young women, but I don't believe this was the case. The costs of fixing the dangerous issues my car had was quite a bit more than the actual worth of the car, and he told me as well that I was a few pot holes short of watching my wheel fly off and getting in a serious accident. So, long story short, I will be getting a newer car here shortly.

Initially I freaked out. This was NOT part of my plan. I am slowly getting up on my feet financially, and was not planning to buy a car for at least 6 months. My plan. It makes me think about the scene in Evan Almighty when Steve Carell's character says the same thing to Morgan Freeman's character, "God" who responds, "Your plan?" and then laughs. Yet, if my plan was to wait a few more months before seriously considering a car purchase, I could have very easily been involved in a car accident if my car really is in such a bad condition. Come to think of it, if it weren't for the oil needing to be changed, I probably would have taken this trip, and who knows what could have happened. It makes me wonder if something similarly to that scene in Evan Almighty took place in the heavenly realm as I was in my room crying and frustrated about getting a new car. Well, maybe He wouldn't have been laughing about the absurdity of me worrying about "my plan" than He would have been trying to console me and show me He is protecting me, that He has more of a purpose for me than to loose my wheel and possibly my life with it.

Why am I so thick-headed sometimes? And who gets upset about getting a newer car?

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55:8-9

(oh and side note... I am more at peace about the whole situation now).

Pseudocrush(es)

2008-09-30T02:49:00.000-07:00

So it took me long enough in life to realize, but I have begun to think as a female that it is almost pointless to have a crush on a guy....or at least the female writing this blog. It just gives birth to something that grows and often comes to no fruition. I mean, what happens when you have a crush (or more so when I have a crush). I think about the person, I want to be around that person, feelings grow for that person. But nothing comes of it, I get hurt or disappointed unnecessarily. And more than likely I screw up what could have been a good friendship.

Yes there are some small things I could do to make the possibility of something happen or put myself out there, but being that it is not my place to pursue, even getting myself out there in the end doesn't matter if he isn't interested. So why should I crush on a guy that more often than not is not crushing on me, because really in the end it will be him asking me out and not me asking him out.

Also when I crush on a guy, I often become even more self-conscious and freeze or clam up or beat myself up for any interaction I later declare as stupid on my part. If I don't crush on him, that (hopefully) allows me to be free to be me, and I won't care as much if I say something stupid in our interactions.

So I recently started calling potential crushes "psuedocrushes" on guys that I could like, but am not allowing myself to at this time. I do want to be friends with them, and get to know them as my brothers-in-Christ, and one thing that helps if I start thinking of one of them more often is to pray for him and his future wife. This helps me to honor him in my thoughts. I am curious to see how this battle against the crushes will go. With God's grace and strength alone, hopefully well!

Here goes more vulnerability

2008-09-30T01:16:00.000-07:00

So last week I had some rough days as a single. I would consider myself overall content in my single situation, however last week I had a few low days. I started thinking about it, and had to come to my blog to realize that about this time last year I was going through the same funk. Last time it was due to a lie I was being told about being forgotten by God. This time it was different.

I don't know what it was that set it off for me this time, but it was as if every one of my senses became acutely aware of my solitary state, and my normal longing evolved to a deep despair as if one of my heart's desires was not going to come to pass. I got away....went to Spain park, laid out on a blanket with my bible, my journal, and the fall sun and had a heart to heart with God. I think for me this time the issue was not that I couldn't trust God, but I had to verbalize to Him that truthfully in the deepest part of me I fear that He doesn't have a companion for me in His plans. I love that even though there is absolutely nothing I can hide from Him, and He already knows this deep fear in my heart, that I can still be straight up with Him, and He's ok with hearing it.

Later that day I go to a meeting, where I was the only person there unmarried, and became even further aware of my situation. I really felt like hiding or escaping, and half the time I did feel like a wallflower. And I thought about family and friends, and to those who are married I felt even more alienated. I can't expect my parents to understand, they married at 22. I can't expect my brother and sister-in-law to understand, they married about that age too. Though I know I am not alone in this, I feel like I have to fight through this on my own.

Now I can preach to myself all day and night. I know that He is sovereign, and that it is written in His plans whether or not I will remain single or not, and there is nothing I can do to thwart that. However the distance from my head of knowledge to my heart of fear is quite far. Yet I remind myself of a lesson God taught me after the end of one of my past relationships. Either (1) God has someone better for me out there or (2) God has a life of singleness for me, and that life of singleness would be better than a life married to _fill in the blank_ or to anyone else out there.

So about the time I have myself through that spell I go to Sunday school. We are in a new series of Life in the Body and the single life, and Sunday's lesson got to the core of many feelings that singles have...being that some of us may be angry at God, or some of us feel that there is something unlovable about us, or that we are single now because of some past or present sin in our lives. It was a good gut-wrenching talk, which resurfaced my issues all over again. So in my current situation, I don't think that one of the 3 issues we talked about fit per say what I was working through at this time...but they have in the past, or they come in waves. So why do I fear? Is it a trust factor? I know part of it is that I long for this desire of my heart to be a desire of His heart for me too.

Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.
Psalm 27:14

Where He Wants Me

2008-09-22T03:19:00.000-07:00

I got back a few days ago from a visit to Peru. It was the first time I went back since I came home in February. It was a great visit in all, and I wasn't sure what it would be like for me going back and then coming back here again, but God is good. I walked the streets of Salamanca and other parts of Lima, and while it was all so familiar, and a place I used to call home, I had the continuous sense that I am not called there now. (Which is good since I am in Birmingham!) It was one of my homes, but it is not my home. And when the time came for me to leave, I was ready. I wanted to get home, I wanted to go back to work, I wanted to go back to my church. I know God wants me in Birmingham right now, and have known that.... but it was nice to have a further confirmation to my heart while I was in a country I used to serve in.

Many people ask me still about my transition back to the States, and I have heard horror stories for some people coming back. But I truly feel like my transition has been great, and one huge reason why is that I know that I am where He wants me, and I can rest in that, even when all else is crazy around me.

In Comparison

2008-08-24T01:44:00.000-07:00

So there I was, at the gym (I just joined last week...so much fun!!!) and I was on one of the elipticals jamming out to one of my mixes on my iPod, and where some of the cardio equipment is located, you can look out below on the strength training equipment and weights are. I am not as in shape as I want to be...its not horrible, but I have been better toned.... but couldn't help but notice all those around me who are in way better shape than me, and then insecurities kick in and with that of course comparisons.

So I start thinking about myself, comparing myself with those around me, and wishing I looked more like them or whatnot. That started a trail of thoughts where I wondered what other areas of my life I compare myself to others, and where my insecurities are. The list got longer.

At my job, I do try to work hard, learn more, and perform adequately, yet as a new employee and a new pediatric nurse I find myself also comparing myself with my coworkers...not so much in a "I-want-to-be-better-than-them" sort of way, but in a "I-want-to-know-what-they-know" way.

In comparison to those I esteem in their walk with the Lord..."I want to be more diligent or disciplined like ___ "

Even though I am fighting the materialism in my nature, my very economical and helping-me-greatly-financially mode of transportation seems so dinky in comparison...but I don't need that right now!

So I continued on the eliptical wondering about how much of my daily thought life is built up of my comparisons and insecurities, and I am sure it takes up a majority of my thoughts that I am not aware of. And the truth is, probably most of the people I was comparing myself with that day at the gym (and every day since) are probably just as insecure or comparing themselves to others as well, and probably my coworkers, the people in the nicer cars than mine, etc...I know I am not the only one who does this, because we all are messed up. As my pastor often says, "Cheer up! You are a lot worse than you think you are!" I need to learn more about falling at the foot of the cross, and seeing myself only before Christ, not comparing myself to the fallen around me, who are just as I am. There is only One who gives me security, only One in Whom I can boast, and only He can save me from my constant self-centered thoughts. I am learning more and more about His grace, and LOVE the truth that His grace was not only for our salvation, but for every aspect of our lives.

Some Ramblings

2008-08-04T04:17:00.000-07:00

Its funny how when I am away from my computer, or paper for that matter, I tend to think of everything possible that I want to blog about.... and now 3:00am, while I am keeping myself up to get ready for another week of night shift, I can't think of one of my many great blog ideas! What is the deal?!?! I am amusing myself as I type, because I go back and forth between the spanish keyboard and english keyboard on my computer (as I keep in touch with friends back in Peru) and I have just in these 3 minutes alone created some interesting words.

So I am once again keeping myself up as long as possible because I need to sleep all day today for night shift. I am officially off orientation at work, and now onto my first 7-on rotation. (Can I tell you how eager I am to get my first 7 off). Its funny how many plans I have already made for myself for my weeks off, but I am realizing now in my delirium that I have already shared that on here. Its funny how whenever I talk to someone about working night shift, people think I am crazy (I am already convinced that I am anyways), but really I think I am going to enjoy it. I will be able to go to church each week, I am single, so there is no one for me to come home to, it pays more, and on my 7 off I can be normal and hang out...but really on my work week because of the hours, I have been able to meet up with people for breakfast, early lunches, or dinner depending on the day. That's not bad! I love my job, and the girls I work with are great...but I have found a bit of joy in working nights at Children's. I like giving the parents a chance to rest, and the kids a chance to rest and me quietly doing my job or checking in on them so that their worn out bodies can recuperate. However, there have been a few nights that I found myself a bit bored. I may get more reading in than I thought I would!

My roommate and I came to a fun conclusion tonight... we had a progressional dinner with our singles group, and it was really fun! I have enjoyed plugging back in since I have been back, and it has been fun making new friends, and taking old friendships even deeper. Anyhow, like with any singles group in a church the ratio is more favorable for the guys, and tonight was no exception. It is always a good place though to be reminded to trust and wait on the Lord. So anyways, my roommate and I decided to have our own date nights every other week, and just go out-the two of us, not in search of anyone, but to have fun.

A few months ago at the singles retreat, a question was posed of why, if there were so many beautiful godly girls in the group, were the guys not asking them out.... so then an interesting discussion came about. I have often thought that it would be easier to be the guy, and though risking being turned down, still having the first step in pursuit. To me, it seems easier to have that role, than the one having to wait and trust in the Lord in His timing. Now its not that guys don't have to do that, their role just calls for the initiative. I know as a girl I have my own role in my interactions, but somehow in my general niceness I attract those I don't want to attract, and those who I do want to seem blind to my extra niceness. (Granted this is speaking over the course of several years.... a new trial period lies ahead!) Anyways, recently I went to a wedding and could bring a date....so I was placed in their shoes of risking, getting myself out there, and well in the end, I went alone. The thing was, the wedding was 2 hours away, I only knew the bride, her mom, and sister, and would drive back another 2 hours. Having company would have been nice, but I didn't want to ask just anyone. That amount of time in a car with the wrong person could have been worse than going by oneself. I wanted someone who we could carry on conversations with ease, and someone who wouldn't read into my asking them, and who I could be myself with. I am still getting to know the guys in the single's group, and only 2 came to mind in the "safe" category for me, hopefully that will change as I get to know them more. One couldn't that day, and as I building up the nerve to call the other, I found out he was going to be out of town. Anyways, that was a tangant all to end at the point of I still am leaning towards the end that guys have it easier. (anyone is welcome to comment and state their view if they want).

Along those lines though, I think back to that question posed at the singles retreat. So what if there are beautiful godly girls in the singles group.... maybe none of us strikes the fancy of the guys in the group. Is their only pool limited to us? No. I mean, I don't necesarily want to date all the guys in the group, and they should have the same freedom to not want to ask the girls out from this selection. And it should be a safe ground too, for friendships to be formed, and "getting to know your brother/sister's hearts", as was mentioned at the retreat. I am reading "A Scandalous Freedom" by Steve Brown right now, so I am pumped about all of the freedom in Christ, and that also relates to the dating scene! Heck! This freedom sounds great....I know I have made a fool out of myself before around a guy I like, and then overanalize my actions (which typically includes me moping or beating myself up about it). I have also built up my own protective walls (trying to) let someone get only so close, or I fear that I am attracting someone I am not interested in and fear either not being able to be free and say no, or hurting them or having them feel rejected because of my different tastes. Anyways, in these situations I have never allowed myself to be me and to be free. So what if I make a fool out of myself and someone thinks I am crazy (I have already been convinced that I am). So what if the guy I have had a crush on never notices me, I can be free not to be chained by a heavy false hope and enjoy the company when it is had, but enjoy the rest of life not bound to that. Freedom in Christ...in so many ways. Oh if only I would apply it!

.....it seems some of my blog ideas came to mind as I typed, but now my eyes aren't staying open, so I am going to catch a little shut eye before I get back up to work out. Thanks for humoring me by reading my ramblings...hopefully reading it didn't put you to sleep like typing it did for me!! But I am FREE to fall asleep while typing my blogs!! (And you are FREE to fall asleep while reading them!!)

As Iron Sharpens Iron

2008-07-25T01:46:00.000-07:00

So yet another season is over, and I am very ok with it! There was a young gentleman in my life from Peru, and he and I had been praying and pursuing a relationship, but that chapter has recently closed, and it has been a beautiful thing. From even before it started I sought the Lord about it, and we had a DTR of sorts, and I have no doubt that the Lord wanted us together for that season. We established early on that the relationship would be built on Christ, and that we would seek Him in this, knowing in faith that He would lead us as He wanted. Including this relationship and one other I had about 10 years ago, I have had 2 relationships where Christ was the center, and I didn't have to keep bringing that up over and over again to the opposite party, but this time was reminded of that more by him. As in the relationship 10 years ago, Christ led us through it, and led us to end it at the same time, we were on the same page. What a beautiful and peaceful thing!

I am not heartbroken, but liberated...this season is over, and I know this is what God wants!

He is a genuinely great guy, and I do not have any bitter feelings towards him at all. I know without a doubt that the Lord wanted us in this relationship, and I truly feel that it was an "iron sharpening iron" relationship. He encouraged me in the Lord as I did him, and I know we are better people because of it. He had never been in a Christ-centered relationship, so I hope this was a great thing for him to experience.

When this relationship started, it was met with a lot of skepticism, and how it came across to me was moreso that people thought I was crazy, acting on an impulse, and not seeking the Lord on it- when the opposite was true. I sought the Lord, I had clarity that I was to be in this, and now that season is over. I know that if I had acted on an impulse and not sought the Lord, I never would have had peace throughout the relationship, nor would I have it now. I am eager to see what the Lord does next in my life, so moving on forward.....

A Conflict of Emotions...and then other thoughts

2008-07-20T13:24:00.000-07:00

Many thoughts have run through my mind in the past few weeks...some due to gut-deep struggles, some superficial, some of which I tried battling on my own, others which I identified early on that I could only get through by prayer and relying on Christ.

One of the most recent ways I have seen God work in my heart was a few weekends ago when I went to be a part of a wedding of a dear friend. Some people might scoff at the idea of me posting this, but I would share this with her and am pretty open with my own sin and struggles. (Owning up to them is better than hiding them....in my opinion.) So my heart was being pruned in other areas in my life as well, but the week leading up to the wedding I tried living with two completely conflicting emotions...one of being truly and deeply excited for my good friend and the part of life she was about to embark on, and the other of being truly and deeply not excited for me, and how that part of life that I have always dreamed about and desired is so far away from me. I recognized that was a true and understandable emotion to have, but it was also selfish, because that weekend was definetly not about me in any way. I earnestly prayed about these conflicting emotions, because I know if I were to have left them unaddressed that the latter would have turned into bitterness or me feeling as if God owed me something. (What bride wants a bitter maid of honor at her side? And God doesn't owe me anything....He already gave me everything! Its me who owes a debt I cannot pay and it is He who isn't keeping a tally of IOU's). I was so grateful to have another friend by my side that weekend who was also in the wedding. I shared with her my struggles early on before all the wedding weekend activities began, and she was struggling a bit too. We prayed together that the Lord would take away our selfish feelings and thoughts and that the true excitement deep within us would push out the opposite feeling. What a great God we have, because the next morning I can honestly say that my selfish potentially bitter feelings were gone! And they stayed gone the whole weekend! (They started to creep in a bit towards the end of the reception..... and I didn't fight it when it hit hardcore on the drive home...though I should have.) It was just such a relief to have them gone and to be able to enjoy the weekend with my friend, by her side, supporting her and being fully excited for her without the other emotions attacking me. Oh, and I only got one of those "always a bridesmaid, never a bride" comments...though not exactly said as such, the general meaning was behind it. (Thats just not the right chord to strum on the heartstrings of a woman who does desire marriage.) I just told them to get on their knees pray for it too, because I had no say in His timing. The weekend got me thinking too that guys probably don't struggle with this like girls do. I don't imagine a single guy getting ready to be a best man struggling the week of a wedding about not being at that point in life yet..... but then again I don't know any guys who have dreamt about that day like us girls do. Mars and Venus.

All this came about while there were some struggles with a potential someone in my life, on top of some encouraging conversations with someone I was interested in a few years ago, then some friends going through some really rough times (and I am always prone to take on other people's burdens), hard days at work, and other dear and younger friends of mine going down the altar before me (as if its some kind of race!). That comment thrown at me for the way my inner sinful self thinks I am entitled to stuff or that things aren't going how I thought they would or whatever. I know that God has a different story for each person...Praise Him that we don't have cookie cutter lives! And praise Him that He is a better judge than me for what is best for me, because I sure do think I have that answer, but so often I don't know what I want, so how can I know what I need?

Yet I realize that there are some amazing things with being in the stage of life I am in.... granted some of them would be so fun to do with a life companion, but I am not going to let life pass me by either. And who's to say if I ever will have that companion? Besides the call to serve where and how I can, I want to take advantage of the time I will have as I start my 7 on 7 off schedule in a few weeks at my job. For example.... I am going to Peru in September to visit my friends there, later in September I am going skydiving with some friends and hiking with my Dad.... Later in the fall there is a possible trip to Boston, maybe NYC. I am also hoping to work it out to have all my student loans paid off in 6 months too. That would be so great!! I am hoping to go visit my brother and his family in St Louis also on some of my off weeks. (I probably have idealized these off weeks way more than realistically I should) but I also would love to start to paint more and maybe learn the violin. Maybe I can also sprout some wings and fly! Just kidding.... we'll see though... the others are more realistic. In the midst of typing up this blog, I started dreaming about going to Italy and Greece (which I have always wanted to do) and looked up a tour and got myself all worked up about that too!

So I realize that I have just typed up a whole bunch of jabber, but in doing so, it always gives me a fresh perspective on things, and helps me see beyond myself. So I am glad that God is WAY bigger than me and knows what is best, and that His creativity goes WAY beyond what I would come up with for myself...when I want the cookie cutter, He breaks the mold and does what He wants. I like that! And I can truly type at this moment right now, I am content on where He has me.

The Humbling Truth... I am loved

2008-04-01T16:49:00.000-07:00

I have for a long time not doubted my Father's love for me, for it is the most pure, and I have His word full of His promises. I need not to seek validation from any other source, because His love alone and who He is validates me. But yea, my flesh longs to be validated, seeks to measure up some how. What a fight.

If there is one thing that I humbly saw in my last days in Peru and my first days back in the States, is that I am loved, not only by my awesome God, but by my sweet family and friends. Tears, hugs, letters, notes, phone calls, texts, emails, and simple presence of others has shown me, that truthfully if I ever doubted that others loved me, those doubts would be destroyed instantly by how much love was shown to me by those I left behind in Peru and by those who greeted me here in the States.

In fact, I wish that everyone could have the experience of having some time away to meet new people, have them love you, and leave them to come back to people who have missed you so that they can also express their love for you. I write this humbly, because I don't deserve it, but am so blessed by it. I know that I am loved, and that is a nice thing to know.

Now on that theme, there is a side note that for a long time I have wanted to spill out of my brain onto paper or onto this blog, but it hasn't made it there or here until now. There was one time in my life that I loved someone and he loved me, and though that was a phase in our lives and I hope God has healed him as He has me, but a comment was made to me during that phase of my life by one of my Peruvian friends. He said to me (translated of course), "There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who is in love. It is obvious when she is loved."

I have thought about that since then and have asked myself, if that is true.... why is it not obvious on my face or in my eyes (or whatever it was that my friend saw it), everyday, when I am loved so much and unconditionally by my Father it should be obvious in my face. It also should be obvious that I love Him..... but I fear that it often isn't, and that if love between frail and sinful people can show up on my face, I sure hope that the love that my Father has for me and my attempt to be in love with Him shows up on my face too.

Thoughts on a song

2008-04-01T16:13:00.000-07:00

Obviously music is important to me, and I am touched by a lot of songs and lyrics. Here is one, that most recently touched me upon my return to the States and leaving dear friends behind in Peru.
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Here's My Life by Barlowgirl

Once again I said my goodbyes

To those I love most
My heart feels that familiar pain
As I long for home

‘Cause this road is hard
When I feel so far

God I’m crying out tonight
‘Cause I’ve given you my life
But I’m tired and I’m missing what’s behind
So once more here’s my life

On the day that you’ve called my name
All that I knew changed
I found when I said yes that I’d never be the same

Though the call is hard
You are worth it all

God I’m crying out tonight
‘Cause I’ve given you my life
But I’m tired and I’m missing what’s behind
So once more

Even when the tears are falling
When I find I fear the calling
You remind me
Words you’ve spoken over my life
Promises I’ve yet to see
You comfort me

God I’m crying out tonight
‘Cause I’ve given you my life
But I’m tired and I’m missing what’s behind
So once more

God I’m crying out tonight
‘Cause I’ve given you my life
But I’m tired and I’m missing what’s behind
So once more here’s my life

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I can relate to most of these lyrics... saying goodbye is a hard thing, and when I left Peru, I ended up doing it twice because my flight wasn't able to take off. But it was a hard, yet beautiful thing in saying goodbye. In this transition, I am mentally and emotionally tired, and often missing what is behind, but I also acknowledge that great things can be ahead.

But what I don't agree with in these lyrics for my life, is that the promises that the Lord has given me, I have seen them, and I have seen Him time after time fulfill His promises and He is always faithful.

He IS always worth it all, and my life is always HIS, whether I acknowledge it or not. As my pastor said this past week after a power surge at the church affecting worship, "Control is an illusion". Do we really have any control? No. But we sure do think we do, and even if we acknowledge that we don't, we sure like to live with the appearance that we do. God has full control, and how often do we want to submit to that control? I have seen so often that His way is always best. So even in the low times that I may have, I have this underlying hope and joy that He has given me, and I am eager to see what He has around the corner.

Be Thou My Vision

2008-03-31T20:27:00.000-07:00

Before I left Peru, many of my friends down there were asking me what I was thinking and how I was feeling about leaving. I was often asked if it was easier or harder. For me I answered that it was harder to leave. Maybe that was because being that I was from the States, I knew 2 1/2 years ago that when I left, I would have to come back..... and this time in leaving a country, as much as I want to and plan to come back, anything can happen, and it isn't as definte as my coming back stateside.

But what I thought was more the case was not having a "vision". When I left the States I had a vision of what I would be doing in Peru and it was something to be excited about, but as I was leaving Peru, I didn't have a "vision" to be excited about. So that is what I began to tell people....

....So, before my last Sunday, Michael Salvatierra (another missionary who is there with his family) and I were going to practice for an instrumental special for my last church service. We hadn't picked out anything at that point, and he asked me what I wanted to play. (Me on my flute, and him on his guitar). I suggested a hymn, and the first one that came to mind was "Be Thou My Vision". So we began to play. As we were playing, I was saying the words in my head, and the Holy Spirit convicted me, and clearly God spoke to my heart saying, "You don't need a specific 'vision' upon your return, but let ME be your 'vision'. " I shared that on that Sunday before we played the duet.

Because of that, it was a nice reminder that it is ok not to know what is coming next, and that I don't need a "vision" if the Lord of all types of visions is my vision!

Expecting to not be Understood

2008-03-18T12:52:00.000-07:00

I am back.

Back in the States, after 2 years 6 months and 29 days of living in Peru, speaking Spanish on a daily if not hourly basis, adapting to a different, yet beautiful culture, investing into other lives, and being invested in as well.

My life has changed. I see life differently than I did before. I have a bajillion stories. I have seen God's hand move and work in amazing ways. And now I am back to what has been in the past and could be once again....mundane.

My values have changed, in that the priorities I have in life I want to act out more that they are priorities than I want to talk about them. I feel that so often we talk about what really matters to us, but in the end, the actions show that WE really matter to us. We say the common answer of God, family, friends.... etc. But so often our busy-ness defines us and the order is reversed to be us, family, friends, and God....

I am not expecting to be understood during this period of transition.... in fact, I am sure I won't understand everything that I think or feel as I readapt either, and that is ok. What I know, is that I have an awesome God who lead me to Peru, who holds my heart, who understands me and will lead me in these days. Its ok if I am not understood... and its ok if I don't understand either.

Too Much to Write.... Too Little Time

2008-01-15T00:11:00.000-08:00

There is too much to write, and too little time. Oh how I wish I could just have a day, without work or errands, a day to escape, a day to write, whether to catch up on my journal, or scribble the many wild thoughts I have had, be them deep or flighty.

It seems life is running away with me, but its moving way faster than I can keep up with it.

High points, low points, learning points, all of them I want and need to hash out on paper or on the screen.... if only it weren't 3:15 am my time and if only I weren't so tired to stay on this and hash things out.

What are you doing Lord? You are not a God of confusion, but where is the clarity I have been praying for? What do you have for me? I am coming upon a huge change and I have never felt so lost. Please, please.... just a hint, just a glimpse of the bigger picture.

This World

2007-11-23T20:27:00.000-08:00

"This world has nothing for me, and this world has everything."

Caedmon's Call

A whole new generation of Christians has come up believing that it is possible to ‘accept’ Christ without forsaking the world.”

A.W. Tozer

I am so guilty of this! And I struggle. As I type this I know that I want something better for my life, but at the same time, I wonder if I will ever break free of the bonds on me. I have a better understanding now after living overseas what life is really about, and its not about the fleeting things that I still chase after! Music, movies, materialism, the internet, and the list could go on.

I went shopping tonight at a mall nearby, and I don't know why, but lately shopping has lost its luster for me. (which is probably a good thing). I had a low day, and was tired of my own thoughts that were becoming a huge distraction to my work, but I didn't want or need the company of others, and I didn't want my thoughts to be spoken if I were with someone. I did have a reason for going, but later realized a side motive was also to have a "pick-me-up".

All over the place is the message: "You need this!" "You deserve this!" "This would look great on you!" "Its such a great deal!" Such a "positive" atmosphere, that more often than not the consumer leaves unsatisfied or negative. (Hmm... that really didn't fill this void did it?)

We are so often tempted to chase after "lovers less wild". How often my flesh wants to go to music, TV, movies, shopping, food, etc for escapes.... When I am only filled by my God. On the way home my taxi driver took me through a ritzier area to get to where I am housesitting. I say ritzier, knowing that the area I went through is considered ritzy here, but would be considered upper middle class back in the states. My stomach turned. Money, something so many take for granted, yet others die because they don't have it... whether of starvation or no health care.

I don't want to stay in this vain rut. Is there a balance in sharing blessings and allowing yourself to be blessed? If there is a balance, what does it look like?

This Girl I Know

2007-11-23T19:51:00.000-08:00

As a wilting flower, she waits...

Will she be watered?

She wants to cry for help

But is too dry

If it isn't because of sun,

its the heavy shadow overhead.

She gave herself away

Believing the lies of love...

some of his speaking,

some of her own convincing

She keeps falling into the same routine

And always comes out heartbroken

She wants to give up on them

But that is where she feels loved

She is crying, she is scared

Will this flower stop wilting

Will she be beautiful again

She is His treasure, His lovely one

But will she ever understand that?

How I wish I could convince her

When I look her in the eyes

Will she see the sincerity and truth I speak?

Or will she look within instead of upwards

For her worth and beauty

Sweet child of God-

THEY can't complete you-HE can

THEY will never treasure you as HE does

Your full beauty is seen only by HIM

My sweet Father, help me tell her

Give me the strength to always speak your truth to her,

Give her heart ears to hear.

Mixed Emotions

2007-10-22T21:15:00.000-07:00

Excited to be coming home
Excited to be here
Sad to leave this behind
Scared to go back

Many sweet memories and treasured moments are often remembered.
Everyday is sweeter and not as mundane
The things that annoy me, now strike me as things I'll miss
Those that are so dear to me, I already cry for the loss
How great it would be to have the best of both worlds.

Yet on the other side of the world,
How much of it is my mind's curiosity or the pull of my heart towards something once treasured? That I wonder of their well-being.
or maybe because I wasn't the only one left with questions,
or am I now forgetting the hard times?
I am confused for still caring,
And moving forward is in reality different than moving on.
I suppose it is ok to think about something once invested in,
but to not let it consume you.
I wish it were as easy to forget than be forgotten, or to leave than be left.
All I know is that the best replacement for all these thoughts are prayers....

So if anyone's ears are burning out there, it may just be
because I am talking about you to Him......

and truly wishing good things for you.

Blah-g

2007-10-09T11:21:00.000-07:00

So here comes a bit more of my vulnerability..... I've had a rough month +/- of discontentment. Overall in my single life I have been content in where God has had me and not felt pressured to be pursued or overwhelmed with discontentment. I don't write this for encouragement or a shoulder squeeze, moreso for liberation of carrying this around with me. It is a bit late in getting it out of my heart and into words on here, and as I type I know that the weight is not nearly as heavy as it was.

I don't know why the discontentment hit so hard this time around, other than to think it was an attack from the enemy to distract me in the current focus I have. I believe it was from the enemy because of the direct arrows aimed right where my heart was struggling.

For whatever reason, I was feeling forgotten by God when it comes to the "bliss" that most people have in sharing life with a companion. I know that I am not forgotten by Him and that He has an awesome plan for me be it with a male companion or not, (I already have the best Spiritual Companion) but for some refining purpose I was put in that trial, and while my mind knows better, my heart was harder to convince. I believe the enemy knew that, for as I struggled his little *annoying* voice kept telling me, "You feel forgotten by God because you are forgotten by God." I am grateful for the discernment that the Holy Spirit gives that I knew right away that the father of lies was feeding me some of his whoppers. He just wouldn't relent for a while, and he made it seem like a clock was ticking in my ear of the time passing on without said "bliss".

I am glad for where I stand in Christ, and how I can trust in the sovereignty of God and His hand in my life. It strikes me as intriguing that this trial came at a time in my life when, even as I was presented with an interest outlet of sorts, and knowing that I am not quite ready for that road again..... why, in a time of only needing friendship and acknowledging that, was I so overwhelmed by discontentment?? I wonder too if its part of the lies the enemy feeds missionaries that we are missing out on stuff from back home, and as I am "missing out" on friends' weddings, engagements, having babies, etc, he thought he'd wedge his foot into my life a bit and throw some darts.

When I don't listen to his "Woe to you" darts that fly past my ear, I can see so many beautiful reasons why my perfect God who has NOT forgotten me has had me single thus far, and I am so grateful for how He's written things in my life that I'd never dreamed of... stuff in the "more than I could ask or imagine" department. He's really cool like that!! In looking in this past year alone and the challenge upon challenge He has permitted, I can see amazing ways He's worked, and amazing ways He has changed me for the good.

Ok.... so there it is! *sigh* I am so glad He's carrying me out of that valley!

In my element

2007-09-18T22:12:00.000-07:00

I just finished the Inca trail this week, and the hike was amazing! It has been a few years now since my last hike, and I forgot how much I love it! This time around, I got to see some beautiful Andes mountains and ruins in the whole trek, and the last day the trail ended at Machu Picchu. It was challenging, stretching, and often difficult or painful, but worth every bruise, cramp, strain on each step up etc.

There are 500 people on the trail daily, and I was often hiking in solitude, which was so great! It has always been a great time for me to think, pray, worship, and delight in God's creation. I think this hike was even more special to me as well because I don't get to get out into nature that often anymore.

It was a good time, and truly a highlight of my life!

A Thought

2007-09-18T22:02:00.000-07:00

I don't know that there is an answer to this, but it stems from a conversation I had with my roommate this week on vacation..... One always hears the saying

"It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."

but I've recently thought about this, in light of singleness, contentment, waiting on God, and interest from the opposite sex...

Which is better: to not have anyone interested in you (and the discontentment that can come with that) or to have had someone interested in you, get excited about it, and then them decide they aren't interested after all.

I've been in both places. Neither are "fun" per say. And in both, you need to fall at the foot of the cross, and truly wait on God, and trust that He's got your life in His hands along with your love story that He'll write when it is best. I think when He shows me a great guy, I take the pen from there, at least mentally, and that really isn't trusting HIm, or letting Him write.

Helpless Feeling

2007-08-21T19:45:00.000-07:00

We are never helpless, although the feeling can often convince us otherwise. Often we think we can do more than we really can, and then are left feeling stuck or helpless..... For example, if a friend has a problem and there is absolutely nothing to do, even listening isn't an option for whatever reason, and most people say something along the lines of "All I can do is pray." THAT IS THE GREATEST THING TO DO!! It should be the first thing, but is often left as the last thing. (I am the guiltiest of all)

Two things recently happened and I was shaken up by them and left feeling helpless. I couldn't travel a few hours south of Lima to help with some of the disaster relief right after the quake hit. God had his gentle yet firm hand on me holding me back, and my boss did too. Then I learned that medical help wasn't as needed, so I felt a bit better, but I was still seeing pictures and videos of destruction and people's lives severely shaken up. I did pray and am continuing to do so, but I felt so helpless. I wanted to help right away, but couldn't. I was also recently talking on the phone to someone so dear to me, and they began to sob, and I've only seen them tear up once. I've never seen or heard them break down as they did. All I wanted to do was go to where they were to throw my arms around them and assure them of my love. But I could only do so by phone, being separated by 3000+/- miles. I felt so helpless. I felt left in limbo, unable to do what I wanted to do, be it a hug or presence.

I know in both cases I was not helpless, but was left with the strong desire to do more than I was able to do. In those moments, the Savior invites us to lay our burdens down, to breathe in His presence and His good will, and in laying our burdens down, submitting our petitions before the throne we are acting in the best way we possibly can. Yes there are often ways we can help, but only as we are led to.

We are never helpless, no matter what we think or feel. The Helper is always there for us and our problems.

On Christ the Solid Rock I Stand

2007-08-21T19:23:00.000-07:00

...... all other ground is sinking sand..........

That song means so much more to me know. I am listening to Passion's version of that song as I write. I have known Christ to be my Solid Rock for so long, but it is so easy to put our hope in other things. Last week I was in the earthquake here in Peru, and though Lima was not as damaged as Ica, I had 2 long minutes of jello-like ground beneath me.

How often do I take for granted or put trust in even the ground beneath my feet? The ground beneath us seems so solid, so unmovable, so secure..... yet it isn't! We build our houses and our lives on it, but it cannot sustain us. There is only one Rock that is solid, and that is Christ.

I write this out of experience. Not only in situations where the ground beneath me is moving, but in things physically or emotionally are falling down all around me, has He been my Rock. I did not fear the quake as so many around me did. He is my stronghold. My life didn't end when my ministry did, when I've been dumped, or when I've felt forgotten...in fact my Rock held me together, He held me close, and He healed my wounds. I don't let Him take control of a lot of things in my life, but when I do, let me tell you..... it is SO extremely beautiful!!

He has changed my mourning into dancing!!

He has filled me with great JOY!!!

Sigh-lence

2007-07-29T19:10:00.000-07:00

Silence.

Far from "bulla" ("boo ya"....spanish for noise).... The soft chirps of the birds on the path. The light sound of my feet as I run. Sometimes it is good that the batteries on my iPod die. Why do I always feel like I need to have music going? That was such a pleasant run.

The need for silence.

After a week of living with a wonderful family and their 4 young children, as well as a ministry opportunity of 2 guests they have with them, I relish more in the silent moments I've had here. (There aren't that many). But quietness is a good thing, even if for 5 minutes. (I've started rethinking how many kids I want.... or the distance between their ages).

Silence because of distance.

It is needed too. I am here, removed from so much back "home" (I still have a hard time answering people when they ask where home is...) Yet in these past 2 years, I think it has been a blessing for me to be removed from certain situations. (Especially since I've got plenty of my plate of drama here...I don't need too much more). I cherish my relationships, and so to be removed, or to have removed myself, I've had to set aside things that matter to me to pursue something that I've been called to. (hmmm... maybe my relationships have been a type of idol for me... I need to pray and ponder on that one a bit more).... Anyways, as time moved on in these years I realized that its not just that "I'm missing out on so much from back home", but also that those back home are missing out on so much that is going on here, my life. So many of my blessings here have been so rich and far from materialistic. I wish I could someday put into words what these years have meant to me here in Peru, that I could express with accuracy the depth of the experiences I've had, and I guess in some ways my heart breaks in that I know when I'm back "home" none of those closest to me will be able to truly understand, my stories will get old, and I fear that I'll be disappointed the day I realize it won't matter to most people anymore... they'll hear my stories with enthusiasm at first because they're interested and/or they love me, but with time........ (descresendo)......

Other chunks of silence has been good and healthy for me too right now. I hope its understood well that I needed this for my own heart to heal. Its never been in my mind a permanent situation, but it was/is something to prevent a torn heart with many questions or confusion on top of a healing heart. And I couldn't let myself hold on to some hope of which was offered. Too many questions are out there, and I couldn't pause that area of my life hoping for something upon my return. I had to press on ahead.. its not that there is a lack of a question mark of next year, there just is no anchor on the idea. I am really well (sometimes it surprises me, but I have to attribute that to the Lord). I don't ache. I even can talk to people about it and not feel a heavy heart. All of that doesn't mean I don't miss some things, but I am enjoying the time I've been given, and this, I believe, is another good reason to be removed from home. I'm here. Far away, for both our good right now. I am not bitter. I am not mad. I am not sad. There has been forgiveness made, and so there is no need to ask for such again. I hope and pray that the silence has been good for not only me. I hope the many thoughts and questions have been answered, or that the "bulla" has died down some. And if it is ever wondered how I am doing...Thanks for the compliment of the thought, and I am well.

Whether 5 minutes, or in a jog, or a few months without speaking to someone..... silence can be a good thing. It can be treasured. It can be a place of healing ~ be it a headache or a heartache. It always is a great place to meet with the Lord. Take a deep breath in and out..... a deep sigh.... and enjoy the silence.

Overload

2007-07-20T22:15:00.000-07:00

I wonder if I've ever been as overloaded with such struggles as I am now. As a good friend recently shared with me, I am in the refiner's fire. Not a fun place to be, but eventually a rewarding place. When you ask God to expose your heart to you, be prepared!! I am called to love a certain person in my life, and want to, but almost daily struggle with truly loving them. In my interactions when them, and as I see their sin, I've asked God to show me mine, and let me tell ya.... its pretty ugly too. My selfishness and pride and their different layers have been exposed. Also another issue is although I'd like to think of myself as being pretty flexible, I think in these months/years of being here in Peru I've tried to have almost complete control of my schedule and plans. In some ways its good, but in other ways, it totally isn't falling at the foot of the cross and allowing much room for God to intervene. He does, but typically my response isn't as gracious as it should be. I need to learn again how to throw my plans to the wind every now and then. I like spontaneity, but I've realized that I like it on my terms. Whats that about? I don't like to change around my mental plans too much, and if I need to, I am momentarily ugly about it. Oh, it might not come out, but it is there at least internally.

It is a good thing to have your sins exposed to you, especially those that stay hidden, but its difficult too in that the flesh wants to go on pretending that it was never exposed or turn a "So what?" back to the issues, but the Spirit longs for the newly exposed sin to be changed.

I've also realized that there are some areas in my life that are lacking forgiveness. Whether it is me forgiving myself, someone, or a group of someones, I need to forgive. I am thinking of one situation, more than a year old, that I have worked through before, and forgiven those involved, but in the different levels of healing, I need to continue to forgive. Then in another situation, I am constantly working through forgiveness with them, and about as soon as I work it out in my heart before the Lord, I am injured by them again, and it rewounds me and reopens the former wound. So then I'm working through them both. And that process repeats itself. I am eager for the forgiveness to be worked through and given, knowing that it is what I am called to do, but knowing too that it is more for me than it is for others. I don't feel that I hold grudges, but I don't forget being hurt as easily as others might.

There is a lot on my pensive plate right now....

a quote

2007-07-10T14:05:00.000-07:00

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it careful round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable . . . The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers . . . of love is Hell."

~C.S. Lewis

Hmmm....

I came across this quote the other day. It makes you think! Well at least it made me think. In fact I still am thinking about it. Take a few and think about it! ;-)

Keep Singing

2007-07-10T13:17:00.000-07:00

by Mercy Me
Undone 2004

Another rainy day
I can't recall having sunshine on my face
All I feel is pain
All I wanna do is walk out of this place
But when I am stuck and I can't move
When I don't know what I should do
When I wonder if I'll ever make it through

I gotta keep singing
I gotta keep praising Your name
Your the one that's keeping my heart beating
I gotta keep singing
I gotta keep praising Your name
That's the only way that I'll find healing

Can I climb up in Your lap
I don't wanna leave
Jesus sing over me
I gotta keep singing

Can I climb up in Your lap
I don't wanna leave
Jesus sing over me
I gotta keep singing

Oh You're everything I need
And I gotta keep singing

.......................................................

This has been one of my favorite songs here in Peru. Just posting the lyrics doesn't do the song justice. You'd really need to listen to it. Anyways, it doesn't rain here in Lima much at all (an average of 1 inch a year). It mists more than anything.... but in the winters we have a thick blanket of clouds that cover the sky, making it always dim and grey. Every now and then the sun comes out, but it isn't that frequent. Lima is already a spiritually oppressive place, and add the dimness to it, and it can be a bit more discouraging place to be. Whats more is that the winter here and the blanket that blocks the sun sticks around for about 6 months of the year.

Things here in and of themselves aren't always easy. There are clashes with the language, with the culture, with ministry.....etc. Sometimes I think the problems here may be magnified just for the daily clashes with culture etc. of being a missionary. So things may not be easy here in and of themselves, then when you add in other worries or concerns from back home, family, friends, future, etc... things are just plain rough sometimes. This song has been so encouraging to me. I know that there is nothing else to do but to fall at the feet of my Savior when things go south, when my heart aches, when I do want to escape or when I think I won't make it through. We have to just keep going, clinging onto Him, and praising Him..... He is where we find healing.

2007-07-04T01:04:00.000-07:00

I went on a vacation to clear my mind, but I ended up filling it up even more. The busy-ness of my daily life kept a lot of thoughts from filling my mind that I didn't realize were in me. Now after a few days away, I think I'm even more messed up than I was before I left for my vacation. Its 3:10 AM right now as I write, and after tossing and turning (again) I decided to do a little blogging, hoping to get more thoughts out where I could maybe sleep. I'm listening to my "Need the Lord" mix on iTunes right now, for obvious reasons.

I feel stuck. Well, maybe not stuck. I feel like I'm floating in limbo. About Peru, I ache to think of when I have to leave next year, yet I don't feel the Lords call for me to stay longer. In going home, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what is coming next. I've decided that I will need some emotional support while I transition back in the states, but I don't know where that will be. In seeing how the first 6 months of this year have flown by, I know that the next 6 months will as well, and I don't want it to be slow or to be too fast. It'll probably be both of those at some point.

About the relationship I recently lost (obviously splattered on this blog), I truly have had a lot of peace about it, and I'm not sure what has recently occured, whether one thing or a combination of being sick, sleep deprived, away on vacation and left with my thoughts or whatever, but it has been a harder struggle in these days. Its almost been a month. My mind knows all the reasons why this is a good thing, but my heart is like "WHAT THE HECK?!?!?!?!".

I don't want to scare myself out of loving again, but I do want to save myself from being hurt again. Will my whole life be of just giving of myself? Will there ever come just one that will give to me as much as I give out? My cup is dry while my cheeks are wet. I know its never a good thing to wish time away, we shouldn't expect just high times from the Lord, but I found myself praying that He'd hurry the healing process. What could I possibly learn in this time period? I know to trust Him more would be a great lesson, but I wonder if I could grasp on any stronger to Him at the same time.

I've got great friends surrounding me here, and even more back in the States, but I feel so lonely right now. Maybe for lack of knowing what to do or say I haven't heard from some closest to me back home that I thought I would have. One told me at one point for me to call so that they could encourage me. Does the broken hearted make the move to be encouraged? Maybe i'm just writing like a crazy person now. I guess in my current state that idea sounds a bit off to me: "Hello, yes, I was calling for encouragement. Please in your pity cheer me up." Who does that? Yet, in needing something, thats what I've done. I know I'm not forgotten here in Peru from those back home, but in these hours, days, weeks.... I feel even more forgotten.

Instead of resting, I'm wigging out. Instead of praying, I'm playing. Instead of walking, I'm collapsing.

........ instead of counting sheep, I'm typing on my blog.................

Two Loves-Both Lost

2007-07-03T09:59:00.001-07:00

Two loves,
Both lost
One tangible and visible
The other too far away
One a calling a few years back
The other stopped calling
One involving many
The other involving few
One with many hearts broken
The other breaking only mine

Two loves,
A heart broken twice
One of spreading hope
The other of shattering mine
One restricted by time
The other scared of time
One with a vision
The other of my blindness
One in a different language
The other not understanding mine
One with simple thoughts
The other overanalyzing

Two loves,
Both different
Both breaking my heart
For different purposes
The redemption of such
And the healing
Comes only from
My first Love
The one Love never lost

Of Ministry or Love?

2007-07-03T09:51:00.001-07:00

My mind knows the reasons
Yet my heart still questions why
What'd meant so much for so long
Suddenly cannot mean a thing
My reasoning weighs more than my hope
Yet I find myself hoping all the same
Why? Maybe for the ease
To not loose what was invested?
Or of fear to invest again?
Maybe that is the reason
Granted, it still burns-
Not of anger, but of pain
It was worth it to me
No matter how hard it got
But no two people think the same
And so I can't put that off on another

Even though my mind knows the truth
My heart still questions my worth
I know in where my value lies
And from where comes purpose and meaning
Somewhere comes a voice negating
All that I know to be true
My insecure heart so often
Believes the lies that he feeds me

And until my mind convinces my heart
Its believable that I'm not worth much
Or that my work is of no value
Or that I won't love or be loved again
Or that my one chance just passed by

Free me from the lies my wounded heart
So easily agrees with

Free me from the questions my mind
Already has answers to

Free me from myself and bring me closer to you

2007-07-02T12:34:00.000-07:00

In breaking me
You put me back together
STRONGER

In Your refining fire
You make me more pure &
POLISHED

In holding me
You make sure I know I'm
LOVED

In giving me trials
You desire me to become
BETTER

In taking all away
You will replace it all with
MORE

In all of this
You want me to come to
YOU

Why another blog?

2007-07-01T23:26:00.000-07:00

This idea occured to me about an hour ago, to have a separate blogsite, as I have one already, more relating to my experiences here in Peru as a short term missionary. There is a lot going on right now in my life, in some ways all is crashing down around me, and traditionally when these types of rough times have come in my life, I've taken to writing.... so here's to expressing thoughts. I'm on a bit of a vacation right now, and would really like to be sleeping, but my mind has been racing, so this was one of the things I decided to do to maybe ease my mind a bit.

I don't know what may be spilled out onto this site from the ocean of my mind, but whether low or high, with an upbeat note or a complete downer, I hope that like the psalmist I will be able to bring things back in alignment with what really matters in life. Thus the reason why I set this blog site as beccasjoy . I have only one Joy. The joy in my heart comes from only one Source, and I never want to forget Him or set Him aside in my good and bad times.