This was originally posted on 5 December, 2006. It was the end of my first semester of college, nearing the first anniversary of my graduation from the Honor Academy, and less than two weeks till I travelled to Slidell, Louisiana to stay with this one and see this one and this one get married. :) Having had a rather rough year this school year, I have been looking back through my old journals and blogs, and finding...hope. Though much has changed in the intervening time, I find hope for the present, hope for the future, and hope in the knowledge that whatever happens, my Father has my best interests at heart. Much of what is written in this post still reflects what I feel and believe and yes, even hope for, now, nearly two-and-a-half years later.
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So this is long (not that that's unusual...) but...it's some of what I've been contemplating for the last couple of months, especially now that I'm almost a year out of HA...a lot has been going on inside. Read it and be blessed.
some days I want to run away and be a gypsy
never settled in one place, but traveling
place to place to place
meeting people and seeing things few others have seen
just loving people and Jesus
some days I never want to leave
to stay in comfortability and safety
never stepping out on my own because the world
can be just so scary
some days I want to get married tomorrow
and have a whole passel of children
other days I never want to get married
or ever have children
but I know it's in God's hands, because I put it there myself
some days I wonder if things will ever change
if they'll ever be different
I wonder where my life is going
what is going to happen in ten years, twenty or thirty
other days I just don't care at all, because I know
whatever happens, my life belongs to the Lord
sometimes I think about ESOAL
about that weekend that broke me so hard
I remember the pain, the exhaustion
the lies to fight through
I remember
when I was called out to sing "the HA hymn"
just an hour or two before I rang out
"take my life, and let it be,
consecrated Lord, to thee."
I was told later
it sounded like an angel singing,
sweet and beautiful
that blessed my heart,
that this girl remembered that, ten months later, how it stood out to her
I remember the things the Lord taught me that weekend
about controlling my emotions, rather than them controlling me
and how this life
is not about me
I remember quiet times on the picnic table
under that beautiful old oak tree
or sitting by the fountain
the worship that we had
how wonderful it was to worship with people
who loved God as much as I do
how wonderful it was to converse with them
every time you ate in the caf
you could sit with someone you barely knew
and have the most amazing conversation of your life,
so edifying and encouraging
I miss that
I remember the friends who left
for various reasons
how it hurt to see them go, how I cried
and I remember the friends that stayed
and fought through with me
the people that spoke into my life
the way people just loved one another
and respected one another
the way brothers honored their sisters
and sisters respected their brothers
and the beautiful relationships that some of them are in now
so many weddings coming up, or recently had
so many beautiful people
brought together by God
those romances which are written by God
are by far the most beautiful
they are pure and holy and good
a reflection of the relationship God wants with us
that's what I want
that's what I'm waiting for
and I refuse to settle for anything less than extraordinary
in any area of my life
because it belongs to God
He taught me about consecration
it's one of the abiding themes of my life
consecration: to declare or set apart as holy
my favorite psalm is psalm 15
I think it speaks of the kind of life
a Jesus-lover should have
He taught me about love
what it means to love people regardless of their actions
how to see people the way he sees them
He's still teaching me about these
sometimes He gives me a revelation
of His holiness
it's indescribable, but know this, friends:
the Lord is holy
angels cover their faces and dance around his throne
and all they say is
"holy, holy, holy is the Lord,
who was, and is, and is to come"
I don't think the church today really realizes
just how holy He is, or
what this holiness is
or even who He is
God, the Uncreated One
I know what He's shown me is barely scratching the surface
and it blows my mind
every single time
He is holy
and if we are to be like Him,
we, too, must be holy
the Bible has a lot to say about holiness
look it up, there's so much to learn!
my desire to live a holy life, pleasing to God
is behind a lot of the lifestyle decisions I've made
I want every single aspect of my life
to reflect Him and bring glory to His name
every once in a while,
the desire to see nations reached
gets stirred up inside of me
and I get excited to see where He will lead me
next summer and in the future
I anticipate the visiting of many, many nations
from India, Nepal, Bhutan, and China
to Botswana, Zambia, Rwanda and Egypt
to Honduras, Belize, Chili and Peru
to Germany, Russia, Slovakia, and Lithuania
anywhere the Lord may lead me
I am willing to go
because my life is not my own
it belongs to Him
so much is going on inside
so many thoughts racing around unbridled
so many hopes and wishes and dreams and desires
all getting stirred up inside
like when you drop ice cream in a glass of root beer and stir it up
it gets all frothy and foamy and sometimes spills over
whatever is going on, it's good
so good, so beautiful
I'm excited
some days I wish God would show me exactly what my life will look like,
but then I realize that it's the journey to get there that's the good part
and besides,
if I knew everything that was going to happen,
there would be no reason to trust the Lord
trust
that's another thing He taught me last year
another thing still to learn
trust, and obedience, and waiting on the Lord
and it's learning that trust, and obedience, and waiting
that makes this relationship with Him sooo good
I fully believe God has my best interests at heart
and that He knows exactly what He's doing
in every relationship with every person I know
and in every aspect of my life
and I trust Him with that
because He sure as heck knows more than I do!
I like not knowing what will happen
because it lets me anticipate what God is going to do
and it raises my expectations
the Lord is good to my soul
and I love him so much
My dear friend Bridget marries her Aaron a week from Saturday
I'll be there to see it
and I'm excited about it
their romance is beautiful, and holy, and good
and it makes me excited for my own someday-romance
they have allowed God to write their love story
and boy, is it good!
I have rarely seen a couple so well-matched
it is truly a "match made in heaven"
I fully believe the Lord made them each
with the other in mind
the Lord is teaching me new things
and doing exciting things in my life
this little heart of mine is full to overflowing
with the love and grace and blessings
of a beloved Savior
He blesses my heart
and He wants to bless your heart too, friends
so let Him
He will grant you peace
and love you so completely
the Lord is faithful
even when I am not
for that, I am grateful
what if He was only as faithful to us
as we are to Him?
I don't know about you, but to me that's a scary thought
I'm so glad He's not
Seek the Lord today, friends. There is so much He wants to show us and share with us. We only have to let Him.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
best. video. EVAR!
Thanks to Dave Hasz, my week has been made. He posted this video of the ATF call center doing a fabulously entertaining dance. Makes me miss Texas.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
looking back
Five years ago, in my final year of high school, my family awoke
to an early-morning phone call, the kind that only carries bad news.
Aunt Melissa was gone.
Her body had been destroyed by cancer and chemotherapy, and the weekend before she died, we had a family gathering at her house, where she lay on a hospice bed in the living room, sleeping because of the heavy dose of morphine in her system. She awoke for a few brief moments that afternoon as we ate Chinese food (we had always gathered at a certain Chinese restaurant in Asheboro for birthday celebrations because it was about halfway between us and the rest of the family). She couldn't speak much but upon seeing my new, super-short "pixie cut" hairstyle, she managed to give me one of her famous "looks"-this one saying, "What on EARTH did you do to your hair!?" That was the last time I ever saw her. A few days later, she was gone.
That week was a very cold, rainy week. My sisters, mom & I all wore purple blouses to her funeral to honor her (her favorite color was purple), and wore little purple flowers on our lapels. Fortunately, I was not sick that week like I am right now! Nine hundred or so people showed up to her wake, some waiting two hours or more to pay their respects, and five or six hundred attended her funeral. She was a National Board-Certified teacher, and well-loved and respected by both her students and her colleagues. After the funeral was over, my aunt and uncle (the uncle being Melissa's and my mom's only brother) set to work pulling flowers out of the dozens of flower arrangements so that they might be rearranged in vases and delivered to local nursing homes-just the sort of thing that Melissa would have wanted. The food that was arranged
for my family was quite delicious. There was such a wonderful outpouring of love and generosity from so many people, it was just lovely. I am so grateful for the love that was shown my family in that difficult time. I hope that in the future, I may be able to do the same for others.
My mom, her brother and her other sister recorded "How Great Thou Art" for her funeral. It is one of my family's favorite hymns because my grandfather (their dad) used to sing it gloriously well. It is one of my favorite hymns as well.
Oh Lord, my God
When I, in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, my Saviour, God, to Thee
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour, God, to Thee
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhvaDJTUmrU
to an early-morning phone call, the kind that only carries bad news.
Aunt Melissa was gone.
Her body had been destroyed by cancer and chemotherapy, and the weekend before she died, we had a family gathering at her house, where she lay on a hospice bed in the living room, sleeping because of the heavy dose of morphine in her system. She awoke for a few brief moments that afternoon as we ate Chinese food (we had always gathered at a certain Chinese restaurant in Asheboro for birthday celebrations because it was about halfway between us and the rest of the family). She couldn't speak much but upon seeing my new, super-short "pixie cut" hairstyle, she managed to give me one of her famous "looks"-this one saying, "What on EARTH did you do to your hair!?" That was the last time I ever saw her. A few days later, she was gone.
That week was a very cold, rainy week. My sisters, mom & I all wore purple blouses to her funeral to honor her (her favorite color was purple), and wore little purple flowers on our lapels. Fortunately, I was not sick that week like I am right now! Nine hundred or so people showed up to her wake, some waiting two hours or more to pay their respects, and five or six hundred attended her funeral. She was a National Board-Certified teacher, and well-loved and respected by both her students and her colleagues. After the funeral was over, my aunt and uncle (the uncle being Melissa's and my mom's only brother) set to work pulling flowers out of the dozens of flower arrangements so that they might be rearranged in vases and delivered to local nursing homes-just the sort of thing that Melissa would have wanted. The food that was arranged
for my family was quite delicious. There was such a wonderful outpouring of love and generosity from so many people, it was just lovely. I am so grateful for the love that was shown my family in that difficult time. I hope that in the future, I may be able to do the same for others.
My mom, her brother and her other sister recorded "How Great Thou Art" for her funeral. It is one of my family's favorite hymns because my grandfather (their dad) used to sing it gloriously well. It is one of my favorite hymns as well.
Oh Lord, my God
When I, in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made
I see the stars
I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, my Saviour, God, to Thee
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour, God, to Thee
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhvaDJTUmrU
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Compassion makes the heart expand
A couple of weeks ago I received a letter from my new sponsored child (through Compassion International), a beautiful young woman named Allen who lives in southern Uganda. She wrote that she wished to visit America so she could see "my place," that she was thankful I had chosen to sponsor her, and wrote of her family and favorite things (her favorite food is fish). Her favorite Bible verse is Hosea 6:1, which says, "Come and let us return to the Lord, for He has torn so that He may heal us; He has stricken so that He may bind us up," (Amplified). When I got to the very bottom of the page, I stopped and stared, and began to cry. It was then that I knew the Lord had specifically directed me to this young woman. For what purpose, I do not yet know, but it was clear the Lord had done something special. Why was this part of the page so important? Because it is where she had written her dream for the future.
Her dream is to be a nurse. Just like me.
Praise You, Father.
[[Revelation Song]]
Worthy is the
Lamb Who was slain,
Holy, holy is He.
Sing a new song
To Him who sits on
Heaven's mercy seat
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God almighty,
Who was and is and is to come
With all creation I sing
Praise to the King of kings!
You are my everything,
And I will adore you!
Clothed in rainbows
Of living color;
Flashes of lightning
Rolls of thunder...
Blessing and honor, strength and
Glory and power be
To you the only one King!
Filled with wonder,
Awestruck wonder
At the mention of your name!
Jesus, Your name is power,
Breath and living water!
Such a marvelous mystery!
Her dream is to be a nurse. Just like me.
Praise You, Father.
[[Revelation Song]]
Worthy is the
Lamb Who was slain,
Holy, holy is He.
Sing a new song
To Him who sits on
Heaven's mercy seat
Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God almighty,
Who was and is and is to come
With all creation I sing
Praise to the King of kings!
You are my everything,
And I will adore you!
Clothed in rainbows
Of living color;
Flashes of lightning
Rolls of thunder...
Blessing and honor, strength and
Glory and power be
To you the only one King!
Filled with wonder,
Awestruck wonder
At the mention of your name!
Jesus, Your name is power,
Breath and living water!
Such a marvelous mystery!
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Hello, Mr. President
We have a new president now. George W. Bush, after 8 years of working what is arguably the toughest job in the nation, and perhaps even the world, has passed the torch to Mr. Barack Obama. As I despise all the commentary surrounding such events, the only coverage I watched (on the Internet rather than the television as I do not have cable) was the beautiful "Air and Small Gifts" composition by a diverse and talented quartet, the swearing-in, and the speech. The speech was very well-crafted, and I hope he can live up to at least some of its promises.
I also hope, that as the "honeymoon" phase ends and the weeks wear into months and we struggle to turn the Titanic of this nation around and head in a better direction, that all those who've placed such hope in him will not be disillusioned. I hope they will remember that he is just a man; like any other, he is subject to shortcomings and human failings, and he will make mistakes-it just comes with the territory of humanity. I do hope that Mr. Obama is able to enact change, that our economy stops its downward slide and starts back in an upward direction, that we are able to bring peace and stability to the Middle East and bring our brave service men & women home, that reforms are made to such ailing giants as healthcare, education, and social service programs. I hope these changes can be made without conceding too much power to the government and without socializing or nationalizing too many programs-especially with healthcare, which is generally even more inefficient and bureaucratic when a government is placed in charge-just take a look at Britain. I hope that we do not have to concede our rights in the name of "progress" and "change."
I hope that people will remember that true change takes time. When civil rights began to be fought for in the early 1950's, most marches and protests were localized, unique events that didn't get much coverage. With the advent of television, the message was able to spread more quickly. But it was not until 1968 that the final anti-discrimination legislation was passed (the Fair Housing Act), and that only after two years sitting in Congress and the death of a certain prominent minister who'd always advocated peaceful change-the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. This was also more than one hundred years after the official demise of slavery. I hope everyone will remember that and not grow impatient with Obama when change does not happen RIGHTNOW as they wish it would. When that happened in the 60's, with the growth of Black Power, the militant Black Panthers and even the numerous urban riots, it damaged the appearance of the civil rights movement-so I hope that those most desirous of change will remember that peaceful activism, though perhaps a bit slower than we'd like, is always most effective in the long run.
I don't know if any of those early civil rights activists, whom I admire for their faith and courage, would ever have thought the day would come that a black man (even half-black) could be president. I know I didn't expect to see it until I was much older, because I felt the United States was still too strongly biased to accept such a man as Commander-in-Chief. For a woman, it's even harder, especially if she has children (yet no-one has said a word about any man's abilities in government if he has children...). But that day has come. A line has been crossed, the bar has been raised, and I hope it inspires more minorities to strive for bigger and better things-because they are fully capable of achieving such things.
Congratulations, Mr. Obama. You have made history today. I hope you are able to keep most of the promises you've made and do not find yourself terribly stymied or limited by those in positions of power who seek only to improve themselves. I hope your tenure as President of the United States inspires others to dream big, to reach above the government "handouts," and make something of themselves-and especially, to ease the suffering of humanity the world over instead of focusing on themselves and what they can accomplish for their own gains.
"What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task."
This quote, from Mr. Obama's inauguration speech, speaks volumes to me about what we, as Christians, should be aiming to do. Bringing the Gospel to all the unreached will not be an easy task-and we were never promised it would be. But if we will willingly give our all to this undoubtedly difficult task, what does that say about our character?
Mr. Obama, I hope the Lord meets you right where you are, and that He grants you wisdom in leading this flawed but great nation of ours.
Bethany
I also hope, that as the "honeymoon" phase ends and the weeks wear into months and we struggle to turn the Titanic of this nation around and head in a better direction, that all those who've placed such hope in him will not be disillusioned. I hope they will remember that he is just a man; like any other, he is subject to shortcomings and human failings, and he will make mistakes-it just comes with the territory of humanity. I do hope that Mr. Obama is able to enact change, that our economy stops its downward slide and starts back in an upward direction, that we are able to bring peace and stability to the Middle East and bring our brave service men & women home, that reforms are made to such ailing giants as healthcare, education, and social service programs. I hope these changes can be made without conceding too much power to the government and without socializing or nationalizing too many programs-especially with healthcare, which is generally even more inefficient and bureaucratic when a government is placed in charge-just take a look at Britain. I hope that we do not have to concede our rights in the name of "progress" and "change."
I hope that people will remember that true change takes time. When civil rights began to be fought for in the early 1950's, most marches and protests were localized, unique events that didn't get much coverage. With the advent of television, the message was able to spread more quickly. But it was not until 1968 that the final anti-discrimination legislation was passed (the Fair Housing Act), and that only after two years sitting in Congress and the death of a certain prominent minister who'd always advocated peaceful change-the Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. This was also more than one hundred years after the official demise of slavery. I hope everyone will remember that and not grow impatient with Obama when change does not happen RIGHTNOW as they wish it would. When that happened in the 60's, with the growth of Black Power, the militant Black Panthers and even the numerous urban riots, it damaged the appearance of the civil rights movement-so I hope that those most desirous of change will remember that peaceful activism, though perhaps a bit slower than we'd like, is always most effective in the long run.
I don't know if any of those early civil rights activists, whom I admire for their faith and courage, would ever have thought the day would come that a black man (even half-black) could be president. I know I didn't expect to see it until I was much older, because I felt the United States was still too strongly biased to accept such a man as Commander-in-Chief. For a woman, it's even harder, especially if she has children (yet no-one has said a word about any man's abilities in government if he has children...). But that day has come. A line has been crossed, the bar has been raised, and I hope it inspires more minorities to strive for bigger and better things-because they are fully capable of achieving such things.
Congratulations, Mr. Obama. You have made history today. I hope you are able to keep most of the promises you've made and do not find yourself terribly stymied or limited by those in positions of power who seek only to improve themselves. I hope your tenure as President of the United States inspires others to dream big, to reach above the government "handouts," and make something of themselves-and especially, to ease the suffering of humanity the world over instead of focusing on themselves and what they can accomplish for their own gains.
"What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task."
This quote, from Mr. Obama's inauguration speech, speaks volumes to me about what we, as Christians, should be aiming to do. Bringing the Gospel to all the unreached will not be an easy task-and we were never promised it would be. But if we will willingly give our all to this undoubtedly difficult task, what does that say about our character?
Mr. Obama, I hope the Lord meets you right where you are, and that He grants you wisdom in leading this flawed but great nation of ours.
Bethany
Friday, November 14, 2008
Having Compassion
For about a year and a half, I have sponsored a child through Compassion International. Her name is Scarle, she is six-and-a-half years old, and she lives in Peru. According to the info on my sponsor account, the average monthly income in her community is about $96. Lately the Lord has been challenging me to expand my faith and take on a second sponsorship (something I've wanted to do for a while but have been afraid to do because of my extremely unpredictable income). Last night I took the plunge.
I wanted an older child who'd been waiting for a long time for a sponsor, so I did a search. Only about half-a-dozen faces popped up, and one in particular drew me. She was the only young woman who showed up in the search. Her name is Allen, she is seventeen and lives in Uganda. She is in about seventh grade (when I was seventeen, I was in the middle of a challenging high school curriculum!) and the average monthly income in her area is $3. Yes, I said three dollars a month. That's less than I pay for a Starbucks cup of coffee, which only lasts about half an hour if you drink it slowly! All I could think was how incredibly privileged we are here in the United States, that we'd spend more on a single drink than some people make in a month. Incredible! I can only imagine how far my measly $32 per month will go in Uganda. From what I could tell, Allen has been waiting since at least last December for a sponsor, and I am glad to be able to meet her need. I just wish I could see her face when they tell her she's been sponsored.
I wanted an older child who'd been waiting for a long time for a sponsor, so I did a search. Only about half-a-dozen faces popped up, and one in particular drew me. She was the only young woman who showed up in the search. Her name is Allen, she is seventeen and lives in Uganda. She is in about seventh grade (when I was seventeen, I was in the middle of a challenging high school curriculum!) and the average monthly income in her area is $3. Yes, I said three dollars a month. That's less than I pay for a Starbucks cup of coffee, which only lasts about half an hour if you drink it slowly! All I could think was how incredibly privileged we are here in the United States, that we'd spend more on a single drink than some people make in a month. Incredible! I can only imagine how far my measly $32 per month will go in Uganda. From what I could tell, Allen has been waiting since at least last December for a sponsor, and I am glad to be able to meet her need. I just wish I could see her face when they tell her she's been sponsored.
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Monday, November 3, 2008
election time
Elections are tomorrow. Many people are voting, many especially who have never done so before. In a day or two, we'll have a good idea of who will be our next president (though I understand there has to be some wait to know for sure, something about the electoral college). And we may have made the gravest mistake we could possibly have made.
I have held back for some time on discussing my concerns about this election, because I believe in examining evidence (NOT rhetoric) and coming to a conclusion based on those observations. And while my observations may not lead me to be excited about the candidate I am voting for, they do lead me to have deep concerns about the candidate I will NOT be voting for.
This candidate, for whom I am not voting, has incredible charisma, the likes of which have not been seen perhaps in decades. He speaks words of hope and change, all the while failing to openly disclose just what "change" he intends to make.
This candidate has caused an unease in my spirit for months, since long before it was decided who would be the actual candidates for the parties. This candidate's meteoric rise to political stardom is stunning, and disconcerting. This candidate would, I believe, create hardships for Christianity not yet seen in America. Perhaps the prayers of the Chinese church will soon come true-perhaps we will soon be facing strong persecution, and perhaps the church will begin to pray and fast and return to her first love. Why do I say he would create hardships for Christianity? Well, Christianity and Biblically-based beliefs oppose much of what he stands for, and even much of the far-left agenda. I have already seen his supporters attacking those who oppose him, and have seen many good people appear to have "the wool pulled over their eyes" regarding this candidate. His rise to prominence is unprecedented...and that, too has me concerned.
Father, I pray you'd hear my words and the words of so many of my brothers & sisters in You. I pray You'd move on the hearts of the people of this country to vote for the candidate who will allow Your work to continue unhindered, that we may continue to spread the Gospel over this earth. Please place Your hand upon this election, please move the hearts of Your people, please uncover their eyes that they be not deceived! And more than anything else, Father, I pray You would have mercy upon this nation...for what I fear we are about to do.
I have held back for some time on discussing my concerns about this election, because I believe in examining evidence (NOT rhetoric) and coming to a conclusion based on those observations. And while my observations may not lead me to be excited about the candidate I am voting for, they do lead me to have deep concerns about the candidate I will NOT be voting for.
This candidate, for whom I am not voting, has incredible charisma, the likes of which have not been seen perhaps in decades. He speaks words of hope and change, all the while failing to openly disclose just what "change" he intends to make.
This candidate has caused an unease in my spirit for months, since long before it was decided who would be the actual candidates for the parties. This candidate's meteoric rise to political stardom is stunning, and disconcerting. This candidate would, I believe, create hardships for Christianity not yet seen in America. Perhaps the prayers of the Chinese church will soon come true-perhaps we will soon be facing strong persecution, and perhaps the church will begin to pray and fast and return to her first love. Why do I say he would create hardships for Christianity? Well, Christianity and Biblically-based beliefs oppose much of what he stands for, and even much of the far-left agenda. I have already seen his supporters attacking those who oppose him, and have seen many good people appear to have "the wool pulled over their eyes" regarding this candidate. His rise to prominence is unprecedented...and that, too has me concerned.
Father, I pray you'd hear my words and the words of so many of my brothers & sisters in You. I pray You'd move on the hearts of the people of this country to vote for the candidate who will allow Your work to continue unhindered, that we may continue to spread the Gospel over this earth. Please place Your hand upon this election, please move the hearts of Your people, please uncover their eyes that they be not deceived! And more than anything else, Father, I pray You would have mercy upon this nation...for what I fear we are about to do.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Reflections on a year gone by...
I'm 23 today! Yay! Yikes! Yay!
It has been quite a year, with many changes, both good and bad. I was Initiated into my [women's] fraternity. My sister moved back to Tennessee and then back to North Carolina a few months later. I experienced joys and frustrations, happiness and sorrows, love and extreme dislike, and most everything in between. I never got to go to Texas as a 22-year-old, the first year since I was 18 that has happened. I made some friends and said goodbye to others, found myself (mostly unexpectedly) in leadership roles, was prophesied over and prayed over, watched friends marry or give birth (mostly from a distance), prayed for my someday beloved and learned more about the One who calls me Beloved. So, now that this crazy-hectic-never-to-be-repeated year has ended, where does birthday number 23 find me?
Here, for now. A few weeks ago I applied for a Global Expeditions trip and two Saturdays ago, I was accepted to go-to Azerbaijan. I wasn't sure it would be able to happen, but since that day, the Lord has been working on me, as I've spent more time with Him, awakening within me things that have long lain dormant-wishes, desires, dreams, and hopes, but most of all, and more importantly, Love.
When I was at the Honor Academy, and after I graduated, one of my most frequent prayers was, "Lord, break my heart for the things that break Yours. I want to see people as You see them, not as I see them, I want to feel for them what You feel for them, and I want to love them as You love them." The Lord taught me a great deal about brokenness in that year, and grew within me a deep, abiding love for the nations-all nations-and the people within them.
It's been a long time since I prayed that prayer. I wish that weren't true, but it is, and my heart has been toughened & hardened since I stopped praying it. I'm not even sure how long it's been since I stopped praying that prayer-months, perhaps a year or more. But in recent days, the breaking has begun anew. Little cracks in the wall, the dam that my heart has somehow become, and I know that soon the cracks will become bigger cracks, and bigger ones, and finally break the whole thing down if I allow Him to do it-and I want Him to. The deeper His love within me for people and for the nations, the straighter I'm able to keep my priorities. Otherwise, other stuff creeps in-stuff I'd like to have, and stuff I want-because I forget ever-so-quickly that this life is not about me.
Back in December, after a night of great presence of the Lord in our church, I was prophesied over, and this is what was spoken: "The nations are to become your priority. No longer are relationships to be your main priority, but the nations, and what I am calling you to." That thought has been within me, growing roots and taking hold, because I would be content to remain here in the States for years doing one thing after another, before I'd do what I know I am called to. But souls hang in the balance, and they are too important, too precious, too beloved for me to ignore the calling on my life. Yes, it means I'll have to make sacrifices, and yes, it means I don't get to do all I want, have all I want, gain the recognition I'd like to have for my achievements. Yes, it's going to hurt to give some of those wants up. But people's lives are too important for me to care the most about me.
As I face the growing possibility of a transfer to another school, the possibility of going to nursing school within the year, the possibility of being on the mission field (part-time or full-time) within as few as five years (after gaining nursing experience in the States first), the possibility of paying off my student loan debt (and hopefully not gaining any more), my heart steps slowly out of the timidity to which it is accustomed and begins to step into this new season. It's been a long time since I've had to trust the Lord this fully. But as He's spoken to me several times the last week or so-and will likely speak to me again-"You only see all that you are giving up, but I see all you have to gain."
It's time to stop thinking logically and start thinking faithfully. And I want to do that, in ever greater measure, because it is required for the life God has in store for me-if I obey him and follow His leading. My dad started my birthday off by having us take Communion at midnight-a very auspicious beginning to a new phase of life-the phase where I begin to move into my calling. To close, I want leave you with what my dad emailed me-right after midnight on this, my 23rd birthday-with only a tiny part cut out because I'm not authorized to share it with the world yet. :)
"My Dear Sweet Bethany!
"I want to take this time to wish you a very, very Happy Birthday! Your 22nd year was full of adventure and interesting developments. May your 23rd year be the very best you've ever had. May you find joy, peace, contentment, and lot's of fun as you enjoy life, friends, family, and the world around you. I bless you, in the name of Jesus of Nazareth. May you be blessed in your walk with God, your friends, your family. May you find strength and joy in His presence. May you increase in your knowledge of Him, may the joy of knowing Him increase in you. May you be blessed in all you do.
"We love you,
"Mom & Dad
"(This of course, is from Dad.)"
Blessings,
Bethany
P.S. I'm looking forward to Azerbaijan next summer! ;-)
It has been quite a year, with many changes, both good and bad. I was Initiated into my [women's] fraternity. My sister moved back to Tennessee and then back to North Carolina a few months later. I experienced joys and frustrations, happiness and sorrows, love and extreme dislike, and most everything in between. I never got to go to Texas as a 22-year-old, the first year since I was 18 that has happened. I made some friends and said goodbye to others, found myself (mostly unexpectedly) in leadership roles, was prophesied over and prayed over, watched friends marry or give birth (mostly from a distance), prayed for my someday beloved and learned more about the One who calls me Beloved. So, now that this crazy-hectic-never-to-be-repeated year has ended, where does birthday number 23 find me?
Here, for now. A few weeks ago I applied for a Global Expeditions trip and two Saturdays ago, I was accepted to go-to Azerbaijan. I wasn't sure it would be able to happen, but since that day, the Lord has been working on me, as I've spent more time with Him, awakening within me things that have long lain dormant-wishes, desires, dreams, and hopes, but most of all, and more importantly, Love.
When I was at the Honor Academy, and after I graduated, one of my most frequent prayers was, "Lord, break my heart for the things that break Yours. I want to see people as You see them, not as I see them, I want to feel for them what You feel for them, and I want to love them as You love them." The Lord taught me a great deal about brokenness in that year, and grew within me a deep, abiding love for the nations-all nations-and the people within them.
It's been a long time since I prayed that prayer. I wish that weren't true, but it is, and my heart has been toughened & hardened since I stopped praying it. I'm not even sure how long it's been since I stopped praying that prayer-months, perhaps a year or more. But in recent days, the breaking has begun anew. Little cracks in the wall, the dam that my heart has somehow become, and I know that soon the cracks will become bigger cracks, and bigger ones, and finally break the whole thing down if I allow Him to do it-and I want Him to. The deeper His love within me for people and for the nations, the straighter I'm able to keep my priorities. Otherwise, other stuff creeps in-stuff I'd like to have, and stuff I want-because I forget ever-so-quickly that this life is not about me.
Back in December, after a night of great presence of the Lord in our church, I was prophesied over, and this is what was spoken: "The nations are to become your priority. No longer are relationships to be your main priority, but the nations, and what I am calling you to." That thought has been within me, growing roots and taking hold, because I would be content to remain here in the States for years doing one thing after another, before I'd do what I know I am called to. But souls hang in the balance, and they are too important, too precious, too beloved for me to ignore the calling on my life. Yes, it means I'll have to make sacrifices, and yes, it means I don't get to do all I want, have all I want, gain the recognition I'd like to have for my achievements. Yes, it's going to hurt to give some of those wants up. But people's lives are too important for me to care the most about me.
As I face the growing possibility of a transfer to another school, the possibility of going to nursing school within the year, the possibility of being on the mission field (part-time or full-time) within as few as five years (after gaining nursing experience in the States first), the possibility of paying off my student loan debt (and hopefully not gaining any more), my heart steps slowly out of the timidity to which it is accustomed and begins to step into this new season. It's been a long time since I've had to trust the Lord this fully. But as He's spoken to me several times the last week or so-and will likely speak to me again-"You only see all that you are giving up, but I see all you have to gain."
It's time to stop thinking logically and start thinking faithfully. And I want to do that, in ever greater measure, because it is required for the life God has in store for me-if I obey him and follow His leading. My dad started my birthday off by having us take Communion at midnight-a very auspicious beginning to a new phase of life-the phase where I begin to move into my calling. To close, I want leave you with what my dad emailed me-right after midnight on this, my 23rd birthday-with only a tiny part cut out because I'm not authorized to share it with the world yet. :)
"My Dear Sweet Bethany!
"I want to take this time to wish you a very, very Happy Birthday! Your 22nd year was full of adventure and interesting developments. May your 23rd year be the very best you've ever had. May you find joy, peace, contentment, and lot's of fun as you enjoy life, friends, family, and the world around you. I bless you, in the name of Jesus of Nazareth. May you be blessed in your walk with God, your friends, your family. May you find strength and joy in His presence. May you increase in your knowledge of Him, may the joy of knowing Him increase in you. May you be blessed in all you do.
"We love you,
"Mom & Dad
"(This of course, is from Dad.)"
Blessings,
Bethany
P.S. I'm looking forward to Azerbaijan next summer! ;-)
Friday, September 19, 2008
arrrgggh!!!
Since today is apparently International Talk Like a Pirate Day, I thought I'd do a small pirate-y post in honor of that. Ahoy mateys! I be needin' ta know how you're doin' so you'd best be a-lettin' me know!
Okay that's all. I'm not very accomplished at Pirate-speak, as I am not a pirate and never wanted to be (I wanted to be a gypsy, which is similar but somewhat different than a pirate, as gypsies do tend to be thieves and pickpockets but rarely shoot or stab their victims or send their ships to the bottom of the ocean). I myself have been very busy of late, hence the lack of posting, but I would like to begin posting more frequently, the way I used to before I stopped getting comments on my blogs. ;-)
Here's hoping that you and yours are blessed and well and finding favor with our Lord.
Bethany
Okay that's all. I'm not very accomplished at Pirate-speak, as I am not a pirate and never wanted to be (I wanted to be a gypsy, which is similar but somewhat different than a pirate, as gypsies do tend to be thieves and pickpockets but rarely shoot or stab their victims or send their ships to the bottom of the ocean). I myself have been very busy of late, hence the lack of posting, but I would like to begin posting more frequently, the way I used to before I stopped getting comments on my blogs. ;-)
Here's hoping that you and yours are blessed and well and finding favor with our Lord.
Bethany
Friday, September 5, 2008
hurricane a'comin!
So Tropical Storm Hanna is moving right this way, and the college has suspended all activities for today and tomorrow, which means that I, effectively, have nothing to do! Well, after classes and work tonight (which hopefully shouldn't go late enough to be affected by the storm coming). I guess that means it's time for me to update.
This summer, I have: been given a car (have I mentioned this already? I forget-that's what happens when you don't blog very often, you forget what you've blogged about!). I have been gifted with some surprise money; given an additional scholarship; had a job fall into my lap; made new friends; and started the ball rolling on the Honors Club of which I am president. And it's only the second week of school! Granted, the last 2.5 weeks have been enough to make anybody feel a little crazy, but things are starting to fall into a routine and I am adjusting my schedule so I hopefully will not continue feeling overwhelmed. I also, after a very bad day Monday, discovered an amazing (and now favorite) drink: a Starbucks white chocolate mocha (decaf) with raspberry flavoring added and whipped cream on top. Mmmmm!
I also realized about three or four weeks ago that I have not given generously in quite some time. The tighter money has gotten, the more I have held onto it rather than giving it as I should. I decided to change that and began giving more (beyond my tithe, which has been given all along) and gave an amount that was fairly substantial for me (i.e. I couldn't really afford it). However, within days of doing that, I recieved a good bit of surprise money and literally had a job fall into my lap-one that fits well within my schedule. So now I work as a cashier at a little restaurant less than a mile from my house.
The Dead Sea Scrolls are at the Museum of Natural History in Raleigh. I am going to try to put together a trip for the Honors Club to go and see them. How awesome would that be?
I guess that's enough for now. It's not particularly funny or exciting or interesting, but that's basically life in a nutshell right now (the post, not the funny/exciting/interesting). I am also trying to decide the best way to continue my education, but keep going back and forth on my choices. Hmmm.
Bethany
This summer, I have: been given a car (have I mentioned this already? I forget-that's what happens when you don't blog very often, you forget what you've blogged about!). I have been gifted with some surprise money; given an additional scholarship; had a job fall into my lap; made new friends; and started the ball rolling on the Honors Club of which I am president. And it's only the second week of school! Granted, the last 2.5 weeks have been enough to make anybody feel a little crazy, but things are starting to fall into a routine and I am adjusting my schedule so I hopefully will not continue feeling overwhelmed. I also, after a very bad day Monday, discovered an amazing (and now favorite) drink: a Starbucks white chocolate mocha (decaf) with raspberry flavoring added and whipped cream on top. Mmmmm!
I also realized about three or four weeks ago that I have not given generously in quite some time. The tighter money has gotten, the more I have held onto it rather than giving it as I should. I decided to change that and began giving more (beyond my tithe, which has been given all along) and gave an amount that was fairly substantial for me (i.e. I couldn't really afford it). However, within days of doing that, I recieved a good bit of surprise money and literally had a job fall into my lap-one that fits well within my schedule. So now I work as a cashier at a little restaurant less than a mile from my house.
The Dead Sea Scrolls are at the Museum of Natural History in Raleigh. I am going to try to put together a trip for the Honors Club to go and see them. How awesome would that be?
I guess that's enough for now. It's not particularly funny or exciting or interesting, but that's basically life in a nutshell right now (the post, not the funny/exciting/interesting). I am also trying to decide the best way to continue my education, but keep going back and forth on my choices. Hmmm.
Bethany
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