Monday, November 26, 2012

As the Spirit Leads [[States]]


 “He whispers in my ear, tells me I’m fearless. He shares a melody, and tells me to repeat it. And it makes me whole. It reminds my soul. I AM ALL HE SAYS I AM AND HE SAYS I AM HIS OWN.”


         It has been hard to be in this transition period of school almost being done and expectations of entering the grown up world. Most people my age are getting ready to look for jobs, enter grad school, looking for someone to spend their life with, and I know I am different. Most of my time is spent on my knees asking God what is next, flipping through memories of where God has begun to give me a passion for the lost, the hurting, the trafficked, and the weak in other nations. Every time I close my eyes, images flood my mind of the men, women, and children that have impacted my life half-way across the world and that God has given me a glimpse of how He loves them. I’m not sure if you’ve ever experienced that overwhelming feeling of love for someone you don’t even know. To be drawn by the Spirit to someone, and to instantly feel their burdens and want to just share that love you know is coming from Jesus with them. I’ve been blessed to experience this several times now- first with Julito in Guatemala, then Ivania that I met on a dirty street in front of her prison of a bar in Puerto Barrios, orphans on the streets of Guatemala, Honduras, and Thailand, so many women in the bars on Bangla, and girls in my generation that He has placed in my life. It’s hard to explain the feeling, but I can tell you it is overwhelming and beautiful. 





      As the Lord teaches me more of what it looks like to tune my ear to Him and give the Spirit the reins, I realize that this is something that God created to be natural for us to do. We were made to naturally love others, to feel his heart beat faster when His precious daughter in Thailand finally understands her worth, to feel the sorrow He feels when the fatherless wander the streets in search for food and hope, and to love others as He does right where they are at. Whether I am in the states or in a distant nation I know this is what he calls me to, he beckons me to himself so that I can love His children and share how He feels about them.




    2 Corinthians 5:15-16 simply says this: “For the love of Christ controls us…From now on, therefore, we regard no one according to the flesh.” Reread that one more time. Christ’s love controls us so that we don’t treat anyone as their flesh is revealing in the moment. That means we treat others like they are already living at the maximum potential for God, even if they don’t know Him. Can you try to wrap your mind around that concept with me? When you listen to what God has to say about a person and then you call that out in them- you are regarding them as Christ does. Can you imagine how radically different this world would look if we put that into practice? We are called to naturally love others like Christ does—not just me but you too are called to love those around you to the potential of righteousness found in the King of Kings. We are all that God says we are- so take the challenge and start calling that out in the people around you with me.



    I may not know right now where God is going to call me to long term- or even what my life will look like in 6 months (because it will be drastically different- how could it not following the adventure my savior has for me?!) but I do know that I am going to continue to love those around me deeply as The Spirit leads.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

New Normal [[States]]



   There have been many different times over the past two months that I have wanted to sit down and write, write my heart, what God’s revealing to me, what’s next but I haven’t been able to. If I write about the revelations God gave me in Thailand I just want to cry, and if I write about what God is teaching me here at home I just want to cry because it means I’m moving on when my heart so desperately wants to hold onto the memories of speaking life into women forced into prostitution in Guatemala in Thailand and the orphans I held, kissed, rocked, and loved.

   I can’t fully explain to you this feeling of having half of your heart here and half on the missions field.  Every time I serve on the west side of buffalo and I see different cultures, I just want to weep.  When I sit in class and learn more about exceptional education my professors don’t know that in my mind I’m replaying every moment I got to hold julito’s hand or toss a ball back and forth for hours with him, and that’s not normal. When I listen to my professor teach about the injustices of the past, she doesn’t know that I’m praying ferverently in my mind for C-, I-, B-, and each woman I have spent hours in bars with crying, laughing, and speaking life into. And when I still [yes, still] accidently throw my toilet paper in the garbage I am reminded that I was not created to just be here in America, to just live the “American dream” and die living for myself.  It’s okay that “normal” isn’t normal to me anymore.

I’m so grateful that my heavenly papa is so faithful to me. He’s faithful to the promises that He gives me. He’s faithful to my often wandering heart. He’s faithful to keep using me despite me. And as I sit here, patiently waiting for what’s next I take heart and know that He has a plan that is so much bigger than me.

“I am letting go of the ordinary in order to obtain a greater prize.”  That’s the new normal.

Followers