Friday, January 29, 2010

just enough

2 words---finally Friday! It's amazing how a week can go by so slow and yet fly by at the same time. This is the day I've been waiting for, for well, a while. This week has been a whirl wind to say the least. Going non-stop has recently become the theme in my life. I am so thankful to be sitting in this comfy chair in one of my favorite places in College Station, MugWalls! These few minutes of rest and down time are much needed! And oh!!!! BROOKE FRASER is totally playing. Oh how quaint. This day is getting better and better. just on the side...read caroline joy casey's blog immediately. I had the oh so precious privilege of meeting caroline this past year when she took my senior pictures. what a beautiful, classy, creative girl!!

http://www.carolinejoyblog.com/


Seriously...stop reading my lousy blog and go check out some actual legit bloggage.


Jesus has been so good to me. My constant prayer lately has been for rest. Not just shallow, got a good night sleep, "No, I'm not tired" kinda rest. No, I'm praying, seeking, asking for the kind of rest that goes so much deeper, the rest that comes with knowing that the Lord fulfills every area of my life. Resting in knowing that the Lord has me where I am, and this is right where I'm supposed to me. Resting in the assurance that I have everything I could ever need.

"Lord, You have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure."
Psalm 16:5



So, as I'm sitting here, I'm soaking in what God has for me. World Mandate is this weekend and I'm so ready to have a love encounter with my Hero Jesus. He has me in a season of growth, challenge, and preparation. I'm in training I guess you could say. It's hard. I sometimes want to quit honestly. But God's grace is so sufficient. He is so faithful to pursue me, love on me, encourage me. So, pray for me as I pray for you my non-existent blog reading friends.





thank God that i have just enough

Sunday, January 24, 2010

delighting in Isaiah 53:6

Ever just wish life would stop for a moment--allow you to gather your thoughts, collect your feelings, control your emotions--and then continue? Well, I do. This may sound a bit dramatic, but I really do feel like I'm sitting here and the world keeps revolving and I'm not a part of it. But you know, that is so far from how the Lord calls us to live. Because the way I'm living now is watching. I'm WATCHING people be radically changed for Christ, and I'm WATCHING people serve and connect and grow. God has NOT called me to be a watcher. He has called me to be a changer. A doer. A go-getter. So what in the world am I doing sitting here??
I'll tell you what I'm doing..I'm pouting. I'm sitting here, thinking of all the stuff I've screwed up. All the reasons why God shouldn't use me. All the times I've heard the Lord and not responded. All my stupid, messed up, lousy failures. And I'm wallowing in those. And sure, I've always known that God uses screw ups to do big things. Heard it a million times. I mean come on--Sarah, Moses, Rahab, David, Matthew, Paul, Peter--all these people failed...miserably. I've known this. But praise Jesus for new revelations!
Yes, Jesus! He really revealed to me today something so simple yet so profound. He CAME for the broken, the sick and the hurting. He didn't come for the righteous, perfect, and whole. He LEAVES the flock to go find the ONE who wonders. And oh God, lemme tell you somethin...that one wanderer, the one who constantly hears the Shepherd's voice but still consistently wanders off, the one who knows where she should be but chooses the other direction--yeah, that's me all right. And Jesus CHOOSES to come after me. He doesn't sigh and shake His head and moan and groan about the inconvenience I am to Him. No--he leaves the rest of the sheep and RUSHES after me. He then scoops me up in His strong arms and laughs and touches me gently on the nose. I ask Him "Why? Why leave all those sheep who are following You to come after me??" I cannot seem to understand. He chuckles softly and replies, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick." Hmm...just like Jesus to never give a straight answer. But it is beautiful all the same..and speaks to a place so deep in my heart that I never really even knew it was there.

So, thank you Jesus that you are my portion. You are my rescuer. You will always be enough for me. I won't pretend that I won't stray, but my heart will still wait on you. I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so thankful that You always follow. You are so good to me.


"I say to myself,
"The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait on him."
Lamentations 3:24

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Life principles: It's about love, not victory

"There is a tendency for people only to want to read about the glory stories that come out of this revival that Jesus is leading, but there are gutsy stories too. Unless you have the wider perspective of life here then you will have a lopsided understanding of what God is doing. Often, He teaches us through suffering about his glory-presence.
Once we had a meeting where we were praying for four of our kids who were really sick. They had measles and malaria and in the end two of them died. It happened just before we were due to go away for our annual staff retreat. That year we had a visiting speaker who had come to minister to our 160 staff. Bear in mind that the children who had died were our babies, our precious children. I was not all that impressed then when the speaker told us, 'You all just need to laugh more!' I thought ot myself, 'I don't think the Lord is laughing at the moment.' In fact I wanted to say, 'I think your head is a little tilted my friend.' But I had to make a choice. Was I going to get angry with this person and strangle them or was I going to bless them? I ended up blessing the person, of course, but it shook my world.
The very next Monday I found myself lying face down on a grass mat with the mother of one of the little girls who had died. I lay down with this woman and wept with her, holding her in my arms. It was then that God said to me,
'Heidi, it's about love. It's not always about victory.'
Our whole life cannot be about victory and glory--but it must be about love. Love is patient and kind and long-suffering. God's love is the kind of love that is extravagant, bottomless, ceaseless and endless. That's what you need when you are on the floor holding a grieving mother.
We all need a download of hold love that so motivates us, it doesn't matter what anyone does to us--we just love them, regardless. If someone offends you, like I was offended, you love them. If someone spits in your face, you love them. If someone falsely arrests you, you loe them. When they put you in jail, you love them. When they beat you, you love them. We won over the garbage dump by love.
People hear out story and say, 'Wow! What a powerful missionary story!' Yes, we have thousands of churches; the blind see, the dear hear, the dumb speak, the crippled walk, the dead get up. All these things happen over and again. But, we also get beat up. Literally. Not with harsh words. We are literally beaten.
The first tie I walked into the garbage dump a guy named Vidal, who had a broken bottle in his hand, stuck it against my neck and said, 'I'm going to slit your throught. What are you doing here you idiot white woman? I'm going to kill you now." I said to him, 'Wait a minute, I'm so sorry. Just wait a second.' And then I told him about Jesus dancing on the dump and putting clothes of beautiful gold and silver and blue and purple on the people in the dump. I told him I was walking with Jesus and said, ' We put our hands upon your big bellies and they sink in. We put our hands upon your bullet wounds and they are healed. We put our hands upon your bleeding sores and they disappear and lice die.' I said to him, 'I want to tel you about a feat that is ready and prepared and God wants you to be there. Vidal, you are very beautiful and you are invited to the head table.'
After about half an hour of him grabbing me and threatening me, listening in between, he knelt in the garbage and began weeping. He said to me, 'Could you please bring this man Jesus here because I want to meet Him.' HE had never heard His name before. Vidal was the first person to receive Christ on the rubbish dump and now his entire village is saved. They were hungr, physically and spiritually, and we were offereing them free food, physically and spiritually. They were very hungry. Are you? Jesus wants to give you more of Himself. He wants you to be immersed in His love so you can love others recklessly, completely, full of God's outrageous grace."


--Heidi Baker in "The Hungry Always get Fed"