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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Deeper than We See

The other night we were watching this reality hospital TV show... We never watch TV, so I can't remember the actual name... Anyways. This man fell off his building 3 stories high. Crazy right!? And he survived the fall! This man did not have a lot of money and he lived in "poverty" (poverty as we know it here in the United States). This man locked himself out of his apartment and decided to go to the fire escape and jump to his window... Well obviously it didn't work out as he had envisioned. The EMS came (quickly), transported him to the hospital, and took care of him as if he was in high class. It made me think of people living in poverty in the developing world and when I refer to the developing world I am talking about countries in Africa, South America, India, etc.

The people that live in poverty in the developing world don't get taken care of this way. They aren't rushed off to the hospital, they are not protected by law enforcement... No one would have rushed to the aid of this man in the developing world. 

It is heartbreaking, because I saw the pain this man was in. He was having internal bleeding and right before we changed the channel he was going in for surgery. This man did not have the money to pay for his medical care, but the doctors and nurses had a job to care for this man and it did not matter his race, his religion, or his economic status... They had a job to care for him no matter what he needed. This is not how it is everywhere else in the world.

We need to be thankful everyday for what we do have and not constantly point fingers at the problem. We are fortunate, privileged, and blessed beyond belief in this country. I ask you to look at the positives and maybe look a little deeper into what we have that most other countries plead, pray, and seek for.

My heart is saddened has I think deeper and farther into what the world is really like... I pray for justice. I seek our God and plead for justice for the oppressed. My heart aches for what my eyes have never seen, but I know I am being heard and I know those who are suffering and those who are crying out are being heard as well. I believe more and more that justice is being served and I praise God for this, but as a world so blinded... We need our eyes to be awakened. The blinders we have on need to be removed... The knowledge of the pain and suffering of the poverty stricken need to be spread and shouted. We need to spread the word and be the voice for the afflicted. Awaken and rise!

"He was amazed to see that no one intervened
    to help the oppressed.
So he himself stepped in to save them with his strong arm,
    and his justice sustained him." Isaiah 59:16

“And this is my covenant with them,” says the Lord. “My Spirit will not leave them, and neither will these words I have given you. They will be on your lips and on the lips of your children and your children’s children forever. I, the Lord, have spoken!" Isaiah 59:21

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Finding Compassion in my Fleshly Struggles

Truthfully... Down deep... My way is the best way. Right?! You can tell me all day long the way to do something... But in the end I am the "expert". Haha!

I love people. I love it when people come out from their hiding and let their trueness come out! Does it annoy the heck out of me most of the time... Yes! But I guess we all have to find comfort in people feeling comfortable enough to come out of what they were hiding behind... Right?

The problem I am having lately is loving those who are spilling their troubles all over us and not finding any thanksgiving in the trials. And truthfully that makes it very hard for me to have compassion on you when you see nothing good. There is good all around us even when it is pouring down rain. We have recently had and continue to have a torrential down pour on us, but I see the light, and I am finding the good and happiness in this flood. 

But... Then I realize... Who am I to judge what so and so is going through? I truthfully do not know all the little details... I just see it thrown up all over Social media. Forgive me. I don't know what you are going through or maybe I do know and my flesh is making it very hard for me to be compassionate. 

But God is in control. He knows all of our deep dark secrets that we so desperately try to hide and put a pretty ribbon on to make us look so put together and perfect. But, man oh man am I thankful that He already knows, all I have to do is fess up, and it is no surprise to Him. 

I wrote half of this post in bed last night tired and exhausted, but I let my true feelings come out. I took my bow off and let you see my true feelings. :) Ha! This morning I am feeling refreshed as I know it is a new day. Half of our storm seems to be blowing over and normality is starting to come back.

Another thing I have been thinking about is a friend I ran into last night at a church function. My friend hasn't had the easiest life and things come up in her life and tend to bring her down, but last night she seemed different. I haven't seen her in a long while but she had this light and smile I hadn't seen on her. It was beautiful! I am praising our Father for this joy I saw in her last night because I believe He is transforming her and it was evident! What an awesome forgiving, loving, compassionate Father we have! 

Forgive me for my rant, but I pray for humility and I surrender myself to Him... To take my thoughts and feelings captive and to have the compassion for everyone He puts in my path. Because I can not walk this road without Him!

Sunday, July 6, 2014

That I Might Sing Praises to You and Not Be Silent

As I prepare for this trip to India and seeking the Lord's direction on what He wants of me... He has been bringing me to memories of girls and women I have met in past trips to India and He is returning my memory to my past. I have been asking him how I would even have the ability to speak to women who have faced more than I will face in my entire life. As I have been asking this the enemy has been feeding off of these thoughts and telling me I have no right... That I cannot relate to them at all! But the Lord disagrees. He has been bringing these memories back to life to begin to break my heart for what He will reveal and begin to show me the similarities between a woman from a developed world to women from a developing world that have faced violence. I have faced violence but on a whole different level... But we have so much in common... Not just pain, but happiness, fun, laughter, dreams, memories (good and bad), love, and we have all experienced life. But most of all I want to share with them that yes pain comes, knocks us down and sometimes feels impossible to get back up... But that there is Someone who is there through it all, Someone wanting to hold you through the pain, and to breathe life back into you. I want them to know no matter what horrible decision they have had to make that there is One ALWAYS willing to forgive and that all they have to do is let Him in. I have experienced this first hand... I have experienced pain that I would never wish on my worst enemy or EVER want my children to experience. But He has shown me grace and compassion. He has spoken life into me, he has healed me of pain that was a deep festering wound to now it is a wound healed with a scar. A scar that is not full of shame or disgrace, but a scar of healing that only my Almighty healing God could do. Before I had accepted Jesus into my heart I would try many ways to fix myself, but in the end it would hurt worse and I would end up hurting the ones closest to me that loved me most on this earth. But He has shown me He is the only way to healing. 

Through this healing I have received freedom from the pain and hurt that entangled me and held me down. I was suppressed to the point I couldn't get out from under it and I couldn't help but get more and more suffocated by this bondage I held on to so tightly. Until I realized who Jesus was, what He did for me, and what He wanted to rid me off... I put my trust in Him... There was no where else I could go but to Him... My way was not working! From the moment I believed I felt Him there and the more I grew in knowledge of Him the more I learned of His promises He had made many many years ago for anyone who would believe. Even though I had been knocked down by my own way He has never knocked me down... And when I do fall He is always there to pick me up. 

"I will say to the prisoners, ‘Come out in freedom,’ and to those in darkness, ‘Come into the light.’ They will be my sheep, grazing in green pastures and on hills that were previously bare." Isaiah 49:9

I want to be a witness of who Jesus is and what He alone has done for me. I may not know many verses by memory and I may not always say the right thing, but I have a story of redemption and healing. I praise Him because He took a mess and made this mess into a blooming flower, who loves Him more than words could ever express. 

"Praise the Lord! For He has heard my cry for mercy. The Lord is my strength and shield. I trust Him with all me heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving." Psalm 28:6-7