Saturday, May 9, 2015

May 2nd

As I get ready to graduate in just a few hours, it’s breathtaking to look back over the past four years and see God’s provision, faithfulness, and plan for my redemption.

We always hear how he loves us, fights for us, protects us, delights in us, and has good plans for us; Walking through familiar buildings and hallways this week brings back fresh memories of all of the ways I have experienced all of these things in just four short years.

I remember walking into my first class ever at FSU not knowing anybody and being very worried that they would take attendance and pronounce my last name incorrectly… (Seriously, it was a real fear and they did). I remember sitting at a desk in this new environment and feeling like a stranger. Having gone to private school since pre-k, I had the comfort of being at the same school with my siblings and being known by all of the teachers. At Florida State, it felt like I wasn’t known by anyone.

I left the Williams building on that first day of school feeling defeated and sat on a bench outside. College was not as fun as everyone made it sound. A few days earlier, I had a fight with a trusted friend and it seemed like any sense of security I had was lost through hurtful words.

The first few weeks, I remember going out at night with high school friends. It seemed like the goal was to get as drunk as possible in order to enjoy the night, even if it meant not remembering much of it. I woke up one morning after a not-so-classy night and as I walked home to kellum in last night’s clothes and still feeling sick, I vividly remember thinking: “How am I supposed to do this every weekend for four more years? I don’t think I can do this…”

The first few weeks of college were less than ideal and filled with great despair. Looking back on those weeks, it’s easy to have an overwhelming feeling of shame or regret, but it is because of what God has done that I can remember these difficult weeks with great joy. I think this verse nicely sums up the great turning point:

“For we were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself.”
2 Corinthians 1:8

As I walked around this new campus realizing that my “strength” just wasn’t cutting it, I cried out to God. I don’t remember the exact words, but I flung up some sort of angry and desperate prayer along the lines of: “God where are you? If you’re real you need to help me out or I won’t make it.”

I look back on those times now and see how utterly hopeless I was. I can remember taking many walks across campus alone and wondering what I did wrong to be feeling the way I was. I was hurt, lonely, confused, desperate, disappointed, and couldn’t imagine any way out I was angry that a loving God would allow so much hurt, but what I did not realize at the time was that God’s love was entirely woven into that pain. It was through that death that God chose to bring the means of my redemption; which pointed me towards an even more beautiful exchange.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”
Isaiah 53:3

“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—  not by works, so that no one can boast.  For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
Ephesians 2:8-10

When I decided to follow Christ, I don’t think I really knew what it would cost and I certainly did not  realize it would involve suffering, but a kind of suffering I would be willing to endure for the sake of knowing Christ.

I am continually amazed at how God continues to meet me where I’m at, not when I had my act together, but when I kept running the other direction and refused to acknowledge him… seeing him stoop down to lift me out of the pit of destruction I was in and clean me off… and seeing a good shepherd carry home a lost sheep and place me on solid ground.

There is not a doubt in my mind that I worship a GOOD shepherd and that I am loved by a GOOD Father! A Father that knew that light and momentary pain was necessary and better than an eternity spent suffering; a Father that decided to break the legs of his sheep rather than let it continue to wander in darkness. Today I am reminded of a time of darkness, but reminded how because of grace I am able to see a more glorious reflection of my Savior because of it.

Praise the God who faithfully brought me to my graduation day!

"Comfort, comfort my people,
    says your God.
Speak tenderly to Jerusalem,
    and proclaim to her
that her hard service has been completed,
    that her sin has been paid for,
that she has received from the Lord’s hand
    double for all her sins.
A voice of one calling:
“In the wilderness prepare
    the way for the Lord[a];
make straight in the desert
    a highway for our God.[b]
Every valley shall be raised up,
    every mountain and hill made low;
the rough ground shall become level,
    the rugged places a plain.
And the glory of the Lord will be revealed,
    and all people will see it together.
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.”
A voice says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What shall I cry?”
“All people are like grass,
    and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
    because the breath of the Lord blows on them.
    Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
    but the word of our God endures forever.”
You who bring good news to Zion,
    go up on a high mountain.
You who bring good news to Jerusalem,
[c]
    lift up your voice with a shout,
lift it up, do not be afraid;
    say to the towns of Judah,
    “Here is your God!”
10 See, the Sovereign Lord comes with power,
    and he rules with a mighty arm.
See, his reward is with him,
    and his recompense accompanies him.
11 He tends his flock like a shepherd:
    He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
    he gently leads those that have young…"


Isaiah 40

Sunday, April 26, 2015

My Blank Check


Lord I want to do so many things…

Lord, I want to be a counselor,
But if the counsel you would have me provide looks different…
Let it be so.

Lord, I want to be a speaker for the masses,
But if the script you gives me sounds different or even silent…
Let it be so.

Lord, I want to lead people into worship,
But if that song needs to rise out of my own sorrow…
Let it be so.

Lord, I want to be a living sacrifice,
But if that means counting the cost and being faithful unto death…

Let it be so.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Psalm 118

Psalm 118

“Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.”

This verse seems so simple and straightforward, but I think it’s one of the most difficult for me to truly understand. It reminds me to give thanks, remember that God is good, and that his love is unfailing. It reminds me that God has not made a mistake, does not need reprimanding, and has not allowed me to lose a battle. Instead, it breathes hope and allows for trust.

To me, this verse means trusting God in the middle of sorrow and believing that he is still worthy to be praised. It does not necessarily mean that my sorrow will be lifted, but I’m beginning to understand that it’s okay. I’m coming to a place where I feel defenseless but I find freedom knowing that my life is not my own.

God is reminding me that I have a lot to give thanks for, that he is my good Father, and that he has not forgotten me.  And God is teaching me how to quietly and beautifully bear my sorrow through his grace and power… Because my sorrow means that God will be near, and I desire his presence more than a life of contentment without his presence.

 “So what if sorrow shakes my faith,
And what if heartache still remains?
I'll trust you, my god I'll trust you.
'Cause You are faithful 

You lift me up, you'll never leave me thirsty,
When I am weak, when I am lost and searching
Find you on my knees, my knees.

When my hope is gone,
When the fear is strong
When the pain is real,
When it's hard to heal
When my faith is shaken
And my heart is broken
And my joy is stolen,
God I know that...”

Sunday, April 12, 2015

4/12/15

 “Some men came carrying a paralyzed man on a mat and tried to take him into the house to lay him before Jesus. When they could not find a way to do this because of the crowd, they went up on the roof and lowered him on his mat through the tiles into the middle of the crowd, right in front of Jesus.”  (Luke 5:18-19)

I feel like I can relate to this man. Sometimes I get to a place where I know that I need to encounter Jesus for healing but am unsure how to go about it. I realize I need Jesus, but I feel incapable of getting to him because of whatever “crowd” is in the way. Sometimes that crowd looks like my sin, apathy, lack of faith, or even just physical weakness and tiredness.

Lord, I know I need to eat but I cannot feed myself.

Lord, bring me to the water…  For I need to drink, but I cannot get there on my own.  


Let my faith bring me to the feet of Jesus.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Join the Cause

Sometimes it 's great to have a cause, a reason for doing things. I've realized, though, that sometimes it's better not to have a cause. Let me explain.


These days it seems like there's always a catch... the BOGO cookies at the grocery store really aren't, a free lunch really isn't, or a good deed is actually in search of an IOU. There are a lot of different things to rally behind -lots of good things! But sometimes these good things and our good intentions can cause us to get distracted from an even better thing. They can take our minds off the bigger cause: To seek first the kingdom of heaven.

It seems like there is always an underlying agenda in our interactions. They're always in search of something... a signature, an email address, or a purchase. But what if we loved others with the sole intention of just loving them. Not walking up to people expecting anything but approaching them for them.

Living a different kind of life takes approaching life a different kind of way. It involves living a life of engagement and loving people in real ways for no real reason. I believe this kind of love permeates far deeper than any other. This love points hearts to a perfect supernatural kind of love.

The kind of love that Jesus modeled was a self-sacrificing, all encompassing, and limitless kind of love. I am always amazed by Jesus' death on the cross. There were no conditions that he expected us to meet or thank you notes that he expected to receive. Jesus loved freely. In following that example, let us not "charge" others for the free love we have received, but give generously that it may turn others to the source.






Sunday, March 22, 2015

3/22

"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."

This morning as I sang these words at church, I sang them with great heavenly anticipation:

"Heaven and earth are full, full of your glory, glory
My soul it overflows full of your glory, your glory
Oh blessed is he who reigns, full of your glory, your glory
My cup, it can't contain all of your glory, your glory"

God currently has me in a season of life that seems to be filled with great sorrow and oftentimes, hopelessness. There are times throughout this experience where God feels so near and others when I have to fight for truth and light.

It's difficult to choose joy and is truly a battle when it seems like my circumstances offer an endless amount of sorrow and only a small helping of joy. It's difficult when it seems like I'm using all of my strength to stay afloat and I have little left to use to serve. But it's in those times of crippling weakness that I undeniably know that I am in need of a heavenly supply.

I can't wait for a day when, like the Bible says, there will be no more sorrow or weeping. But until then, I can choose to sing, not only in the absence of pain, but even while weeping.

"Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me; O Lord, be my helper." You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness, That my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever." 

It's when I'm in the valley that I can sit beside my Savior and ask him for comfort. "He was a man acquainted with sorrows" and knows the depth of our pain. He can sympathize and comfort because he has been there and conquered it all. 


I am reminded that times of sorrow do not indicate an absence of love. In fact, it was in a time of deepest sorrow that love abounded on the cross. Thank you Lord for the suffering that lead to our redemption!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

3/16

The Lord is teaching me the art of being passionate with where I’m at. Although my heart wants to be back in Boston, He is reminding me of the work that is still left to do in Tallahassee. Tonight as I prayed for short rounds and a talkative Night staff to pass the time (keeping up a conversation with a stranger is hard to do for half an hour), the Lord faithfully gave me what I asked for.  

For half an hour, I was able to spend time with a not so fond of Christians, Chinese and Buddhist studies major, originally from Boston. As I walked and listened to my new friend, I also couldn’t help but marvel at God’s sovereignty and love for people.

A few days ago the mission had been to share the hope we have with people in Boston. Now the mission was to love a college student in Tallahassee.

“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth."


Witnessing to the ends of the earth means being faithful and present now. As God has been reminding me in Exodus, he goes before and behind us. God promises to give us grace and direction as we move. 

In Boston as we rode public transportation each day, it was easy to just put in headphones or talk to friends from our group. It wasn't until a few days into the trip that God reminded me of something that was said before we started: to "redeem my time" as I traveled. As I thought of it more and more, I realized how wasteful it would be to not make use of every opportunity in Boston. The travel time was just as important as planned projects and ministry. To neglect to pray and talk with the people around me just because I was waiting until I get off the bus to do so is just unwise.

"Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of your time, because the days are evil. So then do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.…"
Ephesians 5:16


This mindset of  redeeming our time as we travel doesn't just apply to organized missions trip, but to the entirety of our time here on earth. How different would our days look if we lived less like we were on vacation and more like we were on mission?