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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Top Ten Thursday

A new way to take a breath and reflect on all the things that I love and appreciate this week. 
In no particular order.

What I'm loving this week

1.  My new Starbucks cup.  
Seriously, its to die for.  
It even has a domed lid on top for that swirl of whipped cream on top of my delicious caramel frappuccino.  
I picked it up on Sunday and have already used it twice this week.  
I may definitely have a problem. 

2. Transit. 
I kicked off a new ministry for my preteens this week and it was fabulous!  
I love how God always uses these moments to remind us that He is really the one in charge.  
I'm just the facilitator.  
I'm looking forward to a great summer spent with some awesome and really cool kids.  

3. Sister.
This sister is the best.  She loves me like its her number one job.  
She is the peanut butter and I am the jelly.  
No further explanation needed. 

4. The Sun. 
I'm soaking it up like water.  
I'm thankful for the wisdom to know when to take a break despite the fact that I have tons of things to do.  
This week that means an hour outside by the pool with a book on a Tuesday night. 
Best hour of my entire day.  

5. Music.
I believe in music the way some people believe in fairy tales. -August Rush
I have sat down at the piano every night this week.  
I've found myself softly singing lyrics all day every day. 

6. Clean Clothes.
It was laundry week ya'll. 
All of my clothes are freshly washed and hanging in my closet. 
This won't happen again for another two  three and a half weeks. 
I hate doing it so I let it pile up. 

7. Africa. 
Who are we kidding? 
I love Africa every week. 
This week, my African heart has just been beating really loudly. 
I miss it. 
I'm ready to go back. 

8. Audra Kate.
This girl is the best. 
She's been my cyber cheerleader this week. 
She pressed that shiny gold star and favorited my tweets. 
I'm ready to return the favor next week. 

9. Dirt Cake.
And no, it's not made of dirt. 
It's made of delicious oreos, whipped cream, and milk. 
Sister made me one for Memorial Day.
I may or may not have eaten it for breakfast every day this week.

10.  Pinterest. 
Let's face it, I love Pinterest every week. 
This week, I have found myself getting sucked into thousands of pins. 
Fashion, weddings, ministry, babies, excercise, etc.
If you can name it. 
I've probably pinned it. 


And that is my Top Ten Thursday. 
Again, in NO particular order. 

What is your Top 10 this week? 

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Giver of Life

I call your name. 
Lord you reply. 
You bring your kingdom to stand by my side. 
Giver of life. 
All that I need. 
Father, your everything that's precious to me. 
There is no one like you Lord in all the earth. 
-Lyrics by: Ricardo Sanchez

These words have been running through my head all day. 
They have resonated through my heart. 
They've spoken to me.  They've been softly soothing my spirit. 

So many times in life we forget.  We forget just how close Jesus is.  
I forget just how close Jesus is.  
How easy it is to reach out and just touch Jesus.  He is so close.  
He is the giver of life.  He is everything that we need. 

"My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me."  -John 10:27

The world is noisy.  Life is loud.  Life gets busy. 
Jesus is very clear.  His sheep know His voice and they follow it. 
When life gets busy.  When the world gets noisy. 
Call His name.  Listen for his voice and follow it.  

Monday, March 4, 2013

You will set my people free!


(This turned out to be way longer than I intended, but when God says write… You write.- I also realize that there are some formatting issues.  I am having some issues with the blog that I am hoping to figure out soon.)

Last night was the premiere of a new 5 part mini-series produced by Mark Burnett and Roma Downey on "The Bible."  I first fell in love with Roma Downey when she played Monica on Touched by An Angel.  Her messages of hope and words of encouragement often had me in tears myself.  Her words were so genuine that there were times I felt she was speaking directly at me.  Even now, as I watch the re-runs of this show on GMC I often find myself caught up in the characters and in God's saving grace that is constantly at work.

The Bible is the greatest book ever written.  It's the greatest story ever told.  It's the only book in the world that has the power to give life.  It's a beautiful love story.  It's a captivating story of God's redemption of His chosen people.  The Bible is a real book, about real people, who encountered a real God.  From Genesis to Revelation it demonstrates God's love for a sinful people.  It beautifully illustrates the need for God's grace and forgiveness through its stories.

I want to write about Moses, but… Before I do that let me give this disclaimer.   
            (Editor’s Note: I was going to write about my opinion on the series itself, but have decided to save that for another post after I have seen the mini-series in its entirety.)

After the series ended last night I discussed with a friend (in length) the parts that we most liked, things that stood out to us, something that may have made us look at a story differently, something that made us want to pick up our Bible’s and study something, favorite lines, and things of that nature.  I was continually drawn back to Moses.  I have always loved the story.  A message of redemption.  A message of hope.  A message of freedom.  A message of peace. 

Moses was a warrior.  Yes, I said warrior.  He was also a beautiful picture of redemption. 
Let me clarify:

Merriam-Webster’s definitions:
Redemption: The act, process, or instance of redeeming.
            Redeeming: Serving to offset or compensate for a defect.
            Redeem: To buy back; to free from what distresses or harms; to free from captivity

Moses, the warrior should have never been.  Why? 

Moses, the baby, wasn’t supposed to have a chance.  Moses, the baby, should have been killed at birth.  Moses’ mother hid him (defying Pharaoh’s orders [Exodus 2:22]  that all of the Israelite’s baby boys be killed) and eventually (Unable to hide him any longer) she placed him in a basket and left the basket in the Nile river until Moses, the baby, was found by Pharaoh’s daughter [Exodus 2:1-10] 

Moses, upon being pulled from the river by Pharaoh’s daughter, was taken in despite being an Israelite baby.  He became the child of Pharaoh’s daughter.  I believe that this also shows us that God has a plan for each and every one of us.  Moses, the baby, didn’t stand a chance until God intervened.  God knew Moses’ future, and He knew that this little baby had a divine purpose (and that’s a blog for a whole other time because we are talking about redemption). 
Moses had a purpose.  But, Moses killed a man.  [Exodus 2:12]  Moses was out watching the Hebrew’s work and saw an Egyptian who was beating the Hebrew.  Moses reacted and killed the Egyptian and tried to hide his body in the sand.  Pharaoh heard about what happened and wanted Moses to be killed because he killed the Egyptian and Moses fled.  Moses took off from Egypt and didn’t look back.  He no longer wanted any part of it.  He was gone.  He was out of there. 

He has run away from his people.  He has fled from his mistakes.  He killed a man.  Something that I don’t know how you ever recover from.  You might think that’s the end of this story.  That’s it Moses, I’m sorry, but you missed your chance.  You made a mistake.  Say goodbye to God’s purpose for you.  Not going to happen now.  Don’t look back Moses.  Welcome to your life of regret.  You ran away, Moses. You’re finished. 

Thank you Jesus that You are the God of second chances.  You are not a God who walks away from their people.  You are the God of second, third, and fourth chances.  You are God of redemption.  You are the God who placed a burning bush [Exodus 3:2] in the path of Moses to draw him back to his purpose.  You are the God who met him right where he was.  You stepped into his messy life and found him right where he was.  You gave him the chance for redemption.  You then used the Moses’ redemption to redeem an entire nation. 

“You are not a God.  You are only a man.  And you will set my people free.” 

My prayer is that our earth will see more Moses’ begin to rise up.  If we have experienced redemption in our own lives, then we should be out helping other people to experience theirs.  Christianity is not a gift that should be kept to ourselves.  It’s not about just us.  We need more people to become bold like Moses.  We need more people to look the enemy directly in the eye and tell him to set our people free. 

People all over the world are in bondage.  There are currently 27 million people for sale in 161 countries around the world.  27 million.  If that doesn’t stop you in your tracks then I don’t know what will.  The world’s current population (At the time of this post) is 7,101,848,539.  Of that population it is estimated that there are only 2.1 billion Christians.  That means that there are approximately 5,001,848,539 living without the light of Jesus in their life. 

When someone does not have the light of Jesus surrounding them, they are covered by the darkness of Satan.  They are held captive by it.  They can’t get away from it.  It’s time for people to become like Moses and to look Satan square in the eye and remind him, “You are not God.”  It’s time for the people of God to become bold.  It’s time for us to be courageous and to be the voice that is speaking for those in darkness.  It is time for our voice to be the ones that are heard. 

Satan is a very real enemy.  If we do not believe this then we are only fooling ourselves.    
 “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.” –John 10:10                                                              
 “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” –Ephesians 6:12

The enemy is real.  Satan is real.  He is prowling around like a lion looking for anyone to devour.  His goal is to steal.  His goal is to kill.  His goal is to destroy.  Our struggle is against the very forces of evil and darkness.  There is a battle all around us.  We are fighting against the powers of darkness that would seek to devour as many as he can. 

I hate to ruin the series for you (Spoiler alert ahead) but guess what… Jesus WINS! 
This is how it ends. 
“At the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledges that Jesus Christ is Lord.”  -Philippians 2:10-11

Let’s be bold.  Let’s live a life of courage.  Let’s not be ignorant to the dark forces that are at work in this world.  If we’ve messed up, let’s come to God.  Let’s experience his redemption.  Let’s allow him to set us free from our captivity.  After that, let’s help others experience that same redemption. 

In 140 characters or less:  I think we need some more Moses' to start looking the enemy in the eye and demanding that he start setting God's people free! #TheBible




Friday, March 1, 2013

"A person's a person, no matter how small."

(While I do realize that this is out of the realm of anything that I would normally blog about, this is something that has been on my heart and I felt compelled to write about it.)

Tomorrow, is Dr. Seuss' birthday.

Today, in classrooms all across the world teachers are dressed as Thing 1 and Thing 2.  Kids are celebrating by having green eggs and ham at lunch and reading "Green Eggs and Ham" and "The Lorax" during read aloud time.  It's a day that we celebrate this lovable character who made a historic impact on children's literature.  Children across the nation love the sing-song rhymes and unforgettable characters that come out of his children's books.

My personal favorite and the inspiration for this blog post... "Horton Hears a Who!"
"Horton, the lovable elephant, tries to protect tiny creatures on a speck of dust."

In this book Horton (the elephant) is going about his day when a tiny speck of dust floats past him and he hears the smallest noise.  Horton believes that the speck of dust is inhabited by tiny and microscopic people and that it is his duty to protect them at all costs.    Of course, the bad guys, don't believe Horton and they try to destroy the speck.  To make a long story short... The book ends with the entire tiny Who village banding together to shout over and over again, "We are here! We are here!"  All of the other characters realize that Horton was right and the speck of dust (and tiny Who village) are saved.

It is during the fight for the speck that Dr. Seuss penned the words that have touched my soul.
"A person's a person, no matter how small."

Over the last several weeks my heart has been burdened by the number of children who are tossed aside like garbage all over the world.  My heart and soul have wept (literally) over the little one's that no one wants.  The more research that I have done the more overwhelmed that I have become.  I recently woke up crying one morning because of those that I felt unable to save.  All of this has led me to ask two very important questions.

1) Why aren't these children wanted?
2) What can I do?

Why aren't they wanted?  I look at my own little one's every Sunday and Wednesday and feel overwhelmed with the joy that they bring me.  I look at my sweet boys and can't imagine life without my Piglet and his two older brothers.  Why aren't they wanted?  In many instances, so many children are simply seen as an inconvenience or a financial burden.  American's want to live a life of fun and they don't want to be saddled down with an infant requiring them to get up every two hours to feed and change them.  Many perfectly healthy children aren't wanted because they wear that Extra Chromosome like a badge of honor.  They may have Down Syndrome or another disability.  They are considered to be socially unacceptable and they are tossed aside.  There are many more reason's that I haven't listed here.

Are these good reasons?  ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Denying a child the right to live a full and happy life simply because they are an inconvenience, or because they have Down Syndrome, or Autism, or simply because someone doesn't want to be bothered is a violation of human rights at the very most basic levels.

Over the last several weeks my eyes have been opened to the tragedies that takes place all around the world every day.  I have wept tears of sorrow as parent's describe the situations from which their adoptive children came, and I have wept tears of joy as I have seen the transformations of children who are now in loving homes with loving families.

That brings me to this... What can we do?

Oh, how I have agonized over this question.  Some days I wake up feeling like Superman.  I know that I can change the world.  Other days, I fall tiredly into bed and think I'll have to try again tomorrow.  So, what can I do?

I can make a choice to no longer be ignorant of the tragedies regarding human life that take place all over the world.  I can choose to watch the news.  I can choose to pick up a newspaper.  I can read blogs.  I can educate myself on what children face all over the world.

I can make a promise to never look at a child with disabilities as anything less than perfect.  When I see a child with Down Syndrome or other disabilities I see pure perfection.  I will praise Jesus for these precious children who are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139) just like everyone else.

I can pray every day that these children who are tossed aside like garbage will feel the love that only a Heavenly Father will bring.  I can pray that heart's will be opened to adoption.  I can pray that caretakers will feel led to stay an extra 30 minutes one day to hold a baby who has never been held before.  I can pray that parent's will no longer see this children as an inconvenience but as a blessing.

I can consider adoption.  (Something that I will do one day in the future)  So many of these children simply need someone to look past what's on the outside and love them.  Love and kindness can go an extremely long way.  There are children all over the world (1.5 million in Eastern Europe alone) who are desperate for a family to love them.  If you are unable to adopt, you can give to someone who is.  Adoption is extremely expensive and every donation helps those who are making that step.

I can sponsor a child through Compassion International (http://www.compassion.com/default.htm)  ensuring that they receive proper nutrition, medical care, and education.  I can give to Reece's Rainbow (http://reecesrainbow.org/).  An organization that provides grants to those who are adopting children with special needs.

Never again will I see any child as anything less than perfect.
I will be the one to fight for those who the world is ignoring while they scream out that, "We are here."
My arms will be arms of love for those that no one wants.
My voice will be the one quietly singing in their ears that they are loved.
My voice will be the one advocating for them from the mountaintops.
It will be my knees that are knelt in prayer.

Because after all... "A person's a person, no matter how small."

Monday, January 7, 2013

Starting #KidsMin Calling

It feels like I've been working with kids all of my life.  I remember when my sweet Nathan (who is no longer a baby but a Pre-Teen. Gasp!)  was born when I was 12.  I loved holding him, even though I was convinced that as a newborn he didn't like me because he cried... A Lot.  I spent my teenage years serving with my mom in the nursery and I looked forward to my turn to make the toddler's laugh and soothe the crying infants.  

I graduated from high school and it was off to college I went.  I still loved kids but spent my ministry time in college working with teenagers.  I served in a youth ministry in a nearby church helping to lead worship and small groups.  It was such a good experience.  As a singer and aspiring musician it was amazing and I loved the opportunity to help lead others to Jesus every week.  

It was my final semester of college and I was off on the adventure of a lifetime.  I spent the three final months of my senior year traveling the continents of Africa and Asia on an internship where I studied global missions.  What a life changing experience.  Those three months (without a doubt) shaped me into the person that I am today.  It also gave me my calling to #KidsMin (Children's Ministry).  People have always told me that I have a natural knack for connecting with children.  That was never more apparent to me than while on this trip.  I distinctly remember attending services and other members of our team would reach out to the adults who were in attendance while I could always be found off to the side somewhere down on one knee trying to get a smile out of a little one who couldn't even understand English but who knew a friendly face when they saw one.  

I was drawn to them.  My arms were never empty for long.  I spent services holding babies, fellowship times bouncing toddlers on my knees, and always had my arms out open for hugs.  Those little one's touched my heart in a way that it had never been touched before.  I knew after those three months exactly what I was called to do.  

I was called to reach out to those who are so often over-looked.  I was called to have a fun costumes for every special occasion.  I was called to be the one to look down when a little one tugs on my shirt.  I was called to pass out goldfish.  I was called to have a lap that was perfect for preschoolers to sit in.  I was called to run through sprinklers with a little hand in my own.  I was called to plan summer outreaches, Christmas parties and create fun themed nights.  I was called to wipe running noses, to clean up messes, and to soothe hurt feelings.  I was called to pick up the ones who fall down and get back up with scraped knees.  I was called to be able to create a fun game on a moment's notice and to always have a lesson in my back pocket.  

I was called to have arms of safety that were just perfect for picking up a little one.  


I was called to get down on their level. 
In the dirt, if necessary, to reach them.  


I was called to hold those who had no one else to hold them. 
At an orphanage in Africa. 
(It ripped my heart out to leave this day.) 


I was called to dye my hair green (temporarily) for Crazy Hair night.  


I was called to focus on the little one's.  

"Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."  -Matthew 19:14

#KidsMin Calling