Not long a go I was at the Jacksons house and Lori let me listen
to this song. I was deeply touched by the words and amazed at
how beautifully it painted the picture of my work here in Slovenija.
In reality it is the work that every believer is called to. But
as I listen to this song, I see so clearly specific faces of so
many girls that I encounter every day...
Today we made cookies! 250 sugar cookies....! Slovene's never use measuring cups or spoons so I felt like I had a cooking show, or class--I got to teach them how to cook, American Style! I had to keep a close eye on them too--since they had never used measuring cups before they had a habit of scooping and dumping, sometimes great big quanities and sometimes very small ones--they just had no idea why it was so darn important to follow the recipie!! It was a blast!! Tomorrow at our Christmas Party we will decorate them and then on Christmas, our youth group named, Več (means "more" in Slovene: pronounced: V-eh-ch) will serve the cookies after our Christmas program. I sure do love my job!!
Here is a little peek into...
Newness ~
I left
We have a Youth Group now!! I loved watching 20 faces of students/leaders worshipping their savior! Most have professed faith and a those that aren't, just can’t seem to get enough of being with us. It is why I live in
Without my girls receiving any direct discipleship, growth seems to have slowed. The good news however is that they are eager to jump back into Bible Study and a closer relationship with the Lord. I will be starting this on Friday…
“I used to see the world in black and white, now I see it in color.” (Mana, 17yrs)
“If I was to describe my relationship with the Lord I would say that it is frozen.” (Lucy 17yrs)
Please be in prayer for…
Sitting in an internet cafe in Portland I reflect upon who God is through the book of Isaiah (ch 41-44) and my life over the past few months. (I fly back to Slovenia tomorrow). There are times that I am struck by the majesty of my God and this is one of those times. A God big enough to hold the nations in his hand and tender enough to bind up my brokenness. I've tried to journal about it, but my words seemed so feeble. How I wish I could step outside of myself and live like I was intended to live in the Garden. As I sit in reflection-- this song came on my headset. It has always been one of my favorites because I feel like it paints a beautiful picture of how I am at times. This is one of those times...
In open fields of wild flowers
She breathes the air flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses
In no simple language
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call her
And she will come running
Fall in his arms, the tears will fall down
And she'll pray
I want to fall in love with you
Sitting silent wearing sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it
Goes to the people who stare into nowhere
Can't feel the chains on their souls
He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday we'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call us
And we will come running
Fall in his arms
The tears will fall down and we'll pray
I want to fall in love with you
Seems to easy to call you savior
Not close enough to call you a god
So as I sit and think of
Words I can mention to show my devotion
He said, I actually I don’t think that is what God would do. God as the Father would notice the shirt, then he would take it, and he would put it on, and he would wear it to work the next day. And when people asked, he would say, “yes, let me tell you about my beautiful daughter and how much she loves me.”
I think there is a false idea of religiosity that says that its not ok, to not be not ok. In that book Im reading by Stasi and John Eldridge they talk about inviting God into your pain. I liked that idea, because although I probably would never admit this, I think I like to clean up before I go to God. I don’t like to come to God angry or come to God hurt or bored. I try to come into his presence with a continued attitude of joy, always rejoicing, worshiping or praising him. As though the God of the Universe isn’t going to notice that my lips are saying one thing and my heart is feeling another? But what if my heart needs to walk through a bunch of junk before I can shout out my praises? Don’t we serve a God that would want to walk through this junk with us in order that we may more properly and fully worship him?
And infact wouldn't he, like the loving God and Father that he is take joy in the cross and take joy in my vulnerability and welcome me unto himself so proud that I infact offered myself without trying to make myself perfect?
I read this verse this morning....You who seek God may your hearts Live! Psalm 69:32