So I’ve been reading a few missionaries web pages lately. They are quite interesting regarding their experiences and their daily abnormal-to-the-rest-of-the-worlds. And I am amazed by the devotion of a missionary yet again. They carry this focus of our purpose [to make disciples] and they appear not to be lost in the materials of this world. Oh, don’t get me wrong, in no way is a missionary perfect, but they’d also be the first to tell you that with utter humbleness.

A quote hangs on my fridge: “I want to remind the committee that within six months they will probably hear that some one of us is dead. Yes, is it likely that eight Englishmen should start for Central Africa and still be alive six months after? Some of us at least-and it may be I-will surely fall before that. When the news comes, do not be cast down, but send someone else immediately to take the vacant place” – Alexander McKay.

It floors me the selflessness and the humbleness of those missionaries whose eyes are fully affixed on Christ. They have such purpose, such drive in their lives.

And then I am reminded that we, followers of Christ, are all called to be making disciples in our home towns [in scripture: “Jerusalem”], our outer communities [“Judea”], the places we’d least like to go [“Samaria”] and to the ends of the world.

These thoughts come to my mind because I have been quite selfish with my time lately. In my selfishness and laziness I have failed to accomplish critical tasks and even missed a field trip with my work kids. And the question arises in my mind, “Are you making disciples?” You know, for one who calls herself a Christ-follower, I don’t feel like too much of a missionary this week.

Time for a change of thoughts.

-Thank You, Lord, for Your grace and power over the grave that I could even feel these convictions and even think about changing. Thank You for Your mercy. I love You, Lord.-

A lot has been going through my mind lately. Between moving and sorting through old things I have been reminded of from where God has brought me. With missing our field trip departure yesterday, God gave me extra time to serve Matt, even though he’s at Kid’s Camp. And last night, God gave me some time to release a lot of the built up stress from this past Senior Year of College. God has brought a lot to my attention. There’s thoughts of what was “too much” this past year for the way He has created me. There’s been thoughts of thankfulness for the friends and family that have supported me in the distance of an overbooked schedule. And there has also been thoughts of who I am now, after this past year, and where God will take me. So, needless to say, there has been a lot going through my head lately.

“Here I raise mine Ebenezer, hither by Thy help I’m come.”

The familiar words of Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing pop into my head this morning as I type words. The thought of raising an Ebenezer is not a scrooge reference, but instead is referring to an altar built unto the Lord. It’s neat because this altar was traditionally built when God’s people would come to a new place or a new land. This altar stood as an acknowledgement of how far God had brought His people. Similar thoughts have filled my mind as I pack away old journals and move old books.

And the thought of my future is spurred from how far God has brought me in my past. And I wonder… and I hope… that when this short life in complete, I may be so blessed to hear the words from my Father, “well done, good and faithful servant.” But it has become all the more clear to me that while anyone can look upon another’s life and sum up their interactions as “good” or “bad”, it is in the small details of one’s life that they create the overall “good” or “bad”. It makes me ponder what exactly a faithful walk truly is. I mean, I could only hope (along with Matt) to have an much boldness as Paul to be able to say at the end of my ministry, “I have run the race, I have fought the good fight” or even to say for others to be imitators of me for I am such an imitator of Christ. No, Paul didn’t speak in arrogance, but in utter devotion and with such conviction of God’s power and ability that since He conquered the grave nothing would keep Him from holding Paul to Himself. Not death, nor life, nor angels, nor demons…

I was talking with Robin last night as we circled what used to be “my campus”. I released my desired “dune-ness” with schooling and Robin communicated her faithful friendship with few words and much listening. And the topic of growth in the Lord rose to our thoughts. Why are we satisfied with so little of God? came my thoughts, outpoured in many more words. (Why say what you have to say in a sentence when you could explain it in a paragraph, right Matt?) Perhaps we have been taught to be less satisfied, came a train of thoughts. Or maybe we have failed to see other examples and therefore failed to be an example ourselves. Oh, but maybe the real battle lies not in examples or seen things, but in the battle between flesh and spirit. And then, have we let our flesh win?

I read this morning…

So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord and afflicted Job with painful sores from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Then Job took a piece of broken pottery and scraped himself with it as he sat among the ashes. His wife said to him, “Are you still holding on to your integrity? Curse God and die!” He [Job] replied, “You are talking like a foolish woman, Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?” -Job 2:7-10

Sometimes I feel I let my flesh win. This is too hard. I give up. I want my comfort, not my growth. The sores seem too much to bear. Why me? And other selfish thoughts flood my mind.

But dare I see, yet again, through the Holy Spirit’s eyes…?
Or do I fear that sores and loss may be good for me?
Pain? Be good?
And if I acknowledge pain as growth, have I placed a target on my head?
But what makes me think that just because I hide away that God doesn’t see me all along?
And if I run from God’s standard surely it doesn’t make God’s standard any less of Truth.

Much to think about this morning… much to think about.

For those of you who have been waiting in anticipation, the final moment has arrived. Drum roll please… I have received my Social Work Board letter in the mail and today, my dear friends and family, I am actually able to contact the Board to schedule my licensure exam. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! The three week process is finally coming to an end. And very soon indeed, my dear supporters, I will be able to sit for 4 hours and pass the licensure exam that will enable me to begin job hunting. As you all know, this licensure process has taken far longer that I would have desired, but it is one step closer to me getting a job, which is one step closer to me getting a paycheck, which is one step closer to me paying rent and my loan payments. Yes, friends, try desperately to contain your excitement as I am. And this Monday I will also learn as to whether or not I need to revise my final paper or if I am as good as graduated. I shall keep you all updated as more information becomes available… oh yes, and 22 days as of today. Isn’t that wild? Like we’re hitting the 20 day countdown on Sunday. Like SUNDAY, folks! Wowzers!

This past Sunday was my last house church meeting. Since God has called me to marry my dearest Matthew, He has also called me to “go and make disciples” outside of the Apex community. I accepted His path for my life on October 22, 2006 and it came with a beautifully shiny ring too. =) But I have had many moments of reaccepting God’s way in my life since then. Hard times like thinking of possibly giving up Cheddar, the threat of what could be seen as worldly financial failure, and many more hurdles have come over the past ten months of engagement.

One of the biggest struggles was that of leaving a part of the Body of Christ that is so firmly desiring the Lord. The roots of Apex is built on a true desire to exalt our Lord in all His beauty. And it’s not just an exalting of God’s love and forgiveness, but also an exalting of God’s wrath and the parts of His character that we’d prefer to sweep under the rug of Christianity because we do not understand His mystery. As my dear friend Rob once made the illusion, God’s character is like a cup. It’s a cup of wrath, a cup of love, a cup of forgiveness. And His entire character is all in one cup. You either take it or leave it.

Last weekend I stepped into 5200 Far Hills Ave. to talk to my roommate. I passed by familiar faces in the hallway. I climbed the stairs, listening to Abi and Crystal‘s outpour of dedication blaring through the speakers. I remember when… filled my thoughts. And it occurred to me that there would be one day that I would walk into 5200 and come to the realization that I no longer knew anyone there. I no longer knew what songs they were singing. And the few familiar faces that I knew would fade into the sea of unfamiliar ones. There was just this distance… this indescribable distance…

I was gone for two weeks. I felt bad about not being able to attend house church, but I had to support Matt. And the best way I can say I love you sometimes is just to be standing there. He was nervous. It was his first mission trip to organize. Miamisburg people mean a lot to him and he didn’t want to disappoint. He needed reassurance. I can’t promise to offer him the right words at the right time. But I hope he felt my support. And when I came back I didn’t have much time to think through the end of house church. Wise words once reaffirmed the grieving process of saying goodbye. But the words of goodbye carry more of a sting than I am willing to acknowledge sometimes.

I am not a finished product. Therefore, there are still peaks and valley ahead. There are still trials and joys. And it would be naive of me to solely focus on the joys without acknowledging the trials. Call me a pessimist at times, but I just call me real and God calls me “beloved” and “beautiful”.

I was thinking last night, as I usually do before bed, and I realised that I could very easily see me as a wife of Matt. You may think, “well it’s a good thing since you are marrying him”, but I often think that many girls get so wrapped up in the romanticised “wife” that the daily unromances of life disappoints them after the honeymoon phase is complete. And let me remind you that it is such a mindset of romanticism that has my generation and the one before us in over a 50% divorce rate. But it was last night as I was getting all cozy before bed that my mind dusted through our newly furnished apartment and began to think of it as a home.

Home to me has never been defined by furniture, but by people and pets. Cheddar visited the apartment last night. He did much better than his initial visit and followed Robin and I around the apartment, sprawling out on the floor beside us. It put me at ease to see his comfort. And with Paris in the kitchen, Kenya in the living room, and a few displacements, the unfamiliar began to become familiar. And I began to tell Robin of the ‘I like it’s of the apartment.

So, this rambling of thought was placed into the nothingness of the blogging world just to say that change is hard but as I begin to see the big puzzle pieces fall into place, home has begun to look like Matt and my apartment and a small church of 200 or so. So, Matt… it’s progress. One step at a time…… the art of letting go.

Well, my dear friends and family in the blogging world, I would like to start this post with a shout out to my Mother. Yo, Mom-o… keep it real. =)

Okay, and now I wanted to declare to my wide world of 4 and 1/2 readers that today Matt and I get keys to our first ever apartment. Now, since all 4 and 1/2 of you know Matt and my situation, I will be re-emphasizing my situation so as not to cause any further confusion if someone else stumbles upon this post and feels that Matt and I are guilty of infidelity charges.

While Matt and I are getting apartment keys… we are not living together until AUGUST 25th!

In other words, Matt and I are not, no, no, no, not, not, not, not, not living together. No, no, no… not, not, not.

But what we are doing is moving in all the furniture that God has blessed us with into a fresh (or nonfresh), new apartment at (see me in person for an inserted address). And that’s way stinkin‘ cool! In the words of this pre-married, happily waiting, family-supported, 24 days countdowning, key-receiving, God-exaulting, unprepared packer, weddingdress fitted, cat petting, apartment messer, nose-running, showerless (thus far) me… “This is gonna be rockin‘ sweet!”