Thursday, September 29, 2011

A Child of God

“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.” 1 John 3:1



I’ve always said that what you truly believe is shown in the way you live, not in what you say.
I can say that I know I am God’s child.
I can explain the Doctrine of Adoption. I can argue what that means for us and our position both to Him and to Jesus.
I can quote scripture from Isaiah, Ephesians, 1 John, etc. that speak of God as Father.
I get it. I understand very well on an intellectual level.

But had I been living that? Had I been running to my Father like a small child looking for help and comfort? Had I been dependant on Him the way a small child is completely helpless and dependant on her parents for life?

I have come to realize that I had been self-sufficient. While I have no problem asking people for help in activities and projects, when it comes to matters of the heart, I can deal with it myself. I have studied and learned enough to have the answers on what to do with my aches, my joys, my pain, my dreams, etc. I will take care of them. I have a theology to fit every occasion. I know what to do.

What I hadn’t counted on was the disconnection I was creating within me.
In the midst of my intellectual pursuit of God, I was attacked with lies. Instead of facing the lies, I pushed them aside knowing that they were doctrinally invalid. I knew the Truth, so the lie was absolutely irrelevant and not worth my time.
While my mind was satisfied with that, my heart did not buy into it. My heart was afraid. My heart questioned.

But how could I admit that? What would it mean to say my heart questioned what my mind (which I had valued over my emotions) knew so well?
What would God say? Wouldn’t He be disappointed?
Wouldn’t it break me?

It would. And it did. It broke me. But not in a way that destroyed me. It broke me in a way that left me feeling like a helpless child, running to her Father’s arms. And that is the best place to be.

And God was not disappointed. He wasn’t intimidated by the lies I had believed because He knew that they were lies. He had simply been waiting to show my heart the truth about Him. God was full of compassion.

So today I rejoice.

I rejoice in knowing my God loves and cares for me like a Father. My God wants the best for me, like a Father. My God understands me better than I do myself, just like the best Father. My God delights in me like a proud Dad. My God’s heart breaks for me when my heart is broken. My God longs to comfort me with the arms of a Father. My God is always there, like a perfect Dad.

And even though that doesn’t mean that I won’t feel pain. It does mean that I can face the pain and get through it not carrying the burden on my own.

Because I have a Great Daddy.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Grace that is Greater than Sin


“I do not understand the mystery of grace -
only that it meets us where we are
and does not leave us where it found us.”

 
This weekend I started Redemption Group (which I have decided is basically like community group/discipleship on steroids).
I can say that I was definitely not prepared for what I experienced this weekend. I came in not really knowing what to expect, but I was both excited and a little nervous.
I walked away emotionally spent and incredibly overwhelmed by Grace.

I know that God has been incredibly gracious to me throughout my entire life. I do not understand why He pursued me so persistantly at such an early age, but I am so grateful to Him. That to say, I have always lived in a relatively safe world. I have never had to face the harsh reality of the malevolence, the atrocity of the world we live in. I have never had to face how completely horrifying sin is. This weekend, my heart broke over and over again as I heard stories upon stories of lives devastated by sin. I had never felt the very real weight of that. My heart was heavy.
But wonderfully, I was not left with a heavy heart.

In light of all the pain, God's grace became immensely more beautiful to me. All weekend, everything within me wanted to yell "Thank God there IS a Savior!" I saw in a so much more real way that God is Greater and Bigger than all of the mess!
To see lives that were utterly broken be so completely changed and turned around was amazing! I met so many beautiful women radiating with the grace that God had poured out on them. My heart is in awe thinking about it. To think that God takes people who are so messed up, deserving of God's wrath, and rescues them from their pits of destruction making them vessels of mercy, turning them into beautiful, complete, whole children of God, is stunning. It takes my breath away.

I am so incredibly grateful that God poured out so much grace upon me as a child. I see that my sinful, rebellious nature would probably have taken me on an extremely destructive path had not God been merciful. But God saved me! He not only saved me from hell, He saved me from myself! Thank you Jesus! And the best part? He continues to save me from myself! I am still so prone to sin. My heart is still so wicked, not longing for Him or His righteousness, but longing for the idols of my heart. Yet, He continually shows grace and draws me into Himself.

I am very excited about this quarter's Redemption Group. I am excited to see lives transformed as people come into greater understandings of the Good News. I am excited for what God will transform in my heart, the wounds He will heal, the lessons He will teach me. I am excited to be yet again captivated by Him.

I wanted to end this with the words of an old hymn. Sometimes, when I feel down, I open up my old hymnbook and just read it. There is so much beautiful Truth in the words I read. This particular hymn always blesses my heart.

Marvelous Grace

Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,
Grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,
There where the blood of the Lamb was spilled.

Chorus:
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
Grace that is greater than all our sin.

Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,
Threaten the soul with infinite loss;
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
Points to the refuge, the mighty cross.

Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.
What can we do to wash it away?
Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,
Brighter than snow you may be today. 

Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,
Freely bestowed on all who believe!
You that are longing to see His face,
Will you this moment His grace receive?

Friday, September 16, 2011

Redeeming Love


The book of Hosea is my favorite book of the Bible. Apart from Christ and the Church, the story of Hosea and Gomer is truly the greatest love story ever told. I was thinking about the story during lunch today and I couldn’t help but cry. I am so glad that God knew we wouldn’t be able to comprehend how amazing His love is for us and put this beautiful story in the Bible to show us a glimpse of what He has done for us.
Hopefully one day I will write a blog post on just how much the story means to me and how it brought life to me in dark days, but for today I wanted to share something someone else wrote.

Francine Rivers wrote a book entitled Redeeming Love that is her depiction of the story of Hosea and is really a phenomenal read. Recently a friend shared with me a book review that an acquaintance had written about Redeeming Love. I’d like to share this review because it not only is so well written, I also could not agree more with every point made! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. J

The Most Important Book You’ll Ever Read (outside of the Bible).
by Seth Macgillivray on Tuesday, August 16, 2011 at 10:51pm
Redeeming Love, by Francine Rivers
Before I write my review for this book, I need to establish something first. I have, truth be told, never been particularly enamored with Contemporary Christian literature. I find the majority of it to be trite, emotionally manipulative, boring, and poorly written. I don’t say this in an “I’m too cool to like what everyone else likes” sort of way; after all, I’ve confessed to enjoying the Twilight series, The Hunger Games trilogy, and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo trilogy, all of which are extremely mainstream and kind of silly. However, these books were written for the express purpose of entertaining the audience, and in that regard, they were all extremely successful.
Deep calls to deep, however, and when writing stories based on the greatest subject matter -namely God and how His creation fits into His redemptive history- I believe we have an obligation to respond to the task at hand with all the creativity our Creator has endowed us. Sadly, we have traded inspiration for banality, imagination for the mundane, and worst of all, unpleasantness for safety.
One of the reasons I love the Bible, secondary to the fact that it reveals the nature and the character of God, is how unflinching it is in its storytelling. Since the bible is anything but safe, why should today’s Christian writing shy away from the brutality of the human condition?
Thankfully, this story does not have these problems.
Let me say then, before I explain why I think this book is so important, two problems I did have with it. First, the cover is horrendous. It looks like a Christian romance novel set in the old days, and as such, no man will ever go near it. This is extremely unfortunate, as this is just as important a read for men as it is for women, perhaps more, because it does such a tremendous job of giving insight into a woman’s heart, particularly one who has been through abuse.
Second, and this is minor, the title is somewhat misleading. Redeeming Love sounds very much like love is the object being redeemed (again, making it sound like a cheesy romance novel dressed up in Christian clothing), rather than the agent through which redemption is accomplished. I understand that Redemptive Love may have been a harder sell as a title, so I don’t particularly fault the author or the publisher for this, but it would have been a far more accurate one.
That said, let’s talk about the story itself. 
Sarah is a child born out of wedlock, to a father who doesn’t want her and a mother who chooses sorrow over love for her daughter. Through a series of unfortunate events, Sarah is eventually sold into sexual slavery as a little girl, and grows up to become a prostitute.
 As a beautiful but hardened young woman -now named Angel- she catches the eye of Michael Hosea (the name is not an accident), a Christian farmer who is told by God to marry her, though she doesn’t seem to be too interested in this prophetic word from a God in whom she doesn’t believe. Throughout the book, Michael endures as he tries to convince this broken, hopeless, jaded woman of his love for her.
 Those who are familiar with the prophetic book of Hosea in the Old Testament will recognize some familiar plotlines and themes in the story, but bible knowledge is not at all imperative to understanding or enjoying this book.
 First and foremost, this is a well-written, compelling story. It never slows down, the character development is, at least for the main characters, extensive and unflinching, and the writing is descriptive without ever being extraneous. Rivers is an author who understands the need to move a plot along, while at the same time creating characters that matter to us. I found myself many times throughout the story wanting to yell at a character, becoming physically uncomfortable during tense moments, and hating the bad guys while cheering for the good guys. When people suffered, I suffered. When they rejoiced, I rejoiced. 
 To her credit, Rivers was uncompromising in her description of the abuse Angel suffered, though never gratuitously graphic. Instead, we were witness to the devastation those actions had on the mind and the heart of this young woman, allowing the weight of what was perpetrated onto her to be far more heavy and impactful than any depiction of the actual act could have been.
 Most of all, this book works because I cared about these people like they were actually in my life. I am rarely given to emotional manipulation, and yet I cried almost the entire way through the book (which, as you can imagine, was a rather interesting sight to those seated around me on the airplane, which is where I read most of it).
 This is, in essence, a story on three levels. At the surface, this is about a character named Angel, and the man who comes into her life, Michael. At a deeper level, this is about every woman’s desire to be loved; to have a daddy who adores her and finds her pretty, to trust that there are those in her life who will guard and protect her heart, be seen as something more than simply an object of desire for men, to have a sense of hope and purpose for this life, and to be fully known. This is also about what happens to a woman when that desire becomes highjacked, when a daddy’s love is replaced by abandonment, when trust is betrayed, when hope becomes dangerous because the weight of it threatens to crush her heart, and when a girl’s identity gets so twisted that she believes she is nothing more than a plaything for men.
 At the deepest level, this is our story. All of us. We are Angel, broken, full of despair, without hope in the world. We all need a Savior, someone who will deliver us from bondage to slavery, someone who will know us fully and completely, someone won’t reject us. We all need a love that redeems us.
 This is a story that needs to be read by every man to remind us of the consequence that comes when we see women as objects rather than souls. Nothing I have ever read has given me such a deep, complex, and complete insight into the condition of a woman who has been abused sexually. This will, I hope and pray, give every man who has ever viewed pornography, ever visited a strip club, ever manipulated a girl into sexual compromise a sense of the weight of their actions.
 This is a story that needs to be read by every woman who thinks that her worth is defined by how men respond to her, who believes that all she has to offer is her sexuality, who has placed her value on a scale weighed against society’s version of what she should be and found herself lacking.
 Most of all, this is a story that needs to be read by all of us who believe that our inherent self-worth is based on the love shown to us by another person. That love will always fail us, because that love is imperfect and incomplete. What Angel is shown is that it is only the love of the Savior who redeemed her, Jesus Christ, that can fully give her freedom from her bondage to slavery.
 May we all know this love.

Friday, September 9, 2011

September

I cannot believe it is September already! It seemed just yesterday I was getting excited about the summer! Although here in Seattle we were slightly robbed of nice weather, I am actually really excited for the Fall!
I don’t think I’ve ever realized how much I love September. I started thinking about it during work the other day and here is the list I came up with:

Reasons I love September ( and Autumn in general!)

1.      The end of summer. Although I love summer so much, something beautiful occurs within the soul when summer ends. There is this sweet moment of nostalgia as you relive all of the fun times you’ve experienced, mixed in with a bit of sadness at the knowledge of parting with sun and carefree-ness, and simultaneously an excitement for the “new” year or school year. It’s a kaleidoscope of emotions that is really quite beautiful.

2.      Leaves! Both rustling in the wind as they fall off trees and the pretty colors they turn!

3.      School! Yes, I am a nerd. I always get excited for school in the fall.

4.      Crisp fresh air.

5.      Scarves and coats.

6.      New books, notebooks, journals, and pens.

7.      New planners!

8.      Hot drinks; whether tea, coffee, or cocoa. :)

9.      Bundling up in layers.

10.  Walking outside and being warm from all of your clothing, but having a cold nose from the cool air J

11.  Harvest! Although I am not and have never been a farmer, harvest has always seemed like such a joyful event (when all the hard work is finished that is) and it is greatly celebrated in countries all over the world. Also, the Slavic community always celebrates harvest in a spiritual sense; evaluating what we’ve reaped and sown throughout the year spiritually.

12.  Snuggling in a blanket with a hot drink and a good book on a rainy day. ( side note- I think that fall carries with it a mood and atmosphere for reflection and deep thought that other seasons don't.)

13.  Boots and Leg warmers!

14.  Grays, Browns, and Blacks

15.  Back to School Clothes shopping!

And speaking of clothes, I don’t think there is ever a season that I consider fashion trends as much as I do in the fall/back-to-school season. Since I no longer go to school and don’t really make that shopping trip, I decided to post some of trends that I am in love with this fall in honor of September!
Disclaimer: I in no way consider myself a fashionista or someone who is fashion-forward., but I do love fashion because I think it is very artistic. So I Just thought I’d have fun posting the trends that have caught my eye. Enjoy ;)

~Cardigan jackets~
What a great mash up of the two! Comfort and style:) And the glasses are being seen everywhere!


~Buttons~
Have and always will be in love with them. Glad to see them back this year.


~Jeans~
Flares are back! It is almost a little strange to see them since we’ve gotten so used to skinny jeans for some time now, but that is exactly why flares have made a comeback; skinnys have lost their ability to turn heads and catch eyes. Everyone is wearing them! I personally am crazy about this straight leg/ boyfriend fit. I love the look.


~Off the shoulder tops~
These are to die for! I love how simple and comfy they are, yet look so classy. I can not get enough them right now.

This image is an old one of Anne Hathaway from Devil Wears Prada. I remember this outfit very distinctly because I fell in love with it then. I think it is very fitting to this season! I love the white collared shirt under the off the shoulder sweater (not to mention the fabulous Chanel necklace). I’ve been seeing this look a lot.


~Mix-n-Match~
I have always always loved stripes. They have a nautical appeal that is so endearing and stylish. What caught my eye about this image is how they matched the stripes with the flower print scarf! I think it is so interesting! I would never have thought that can work, and yet it does. I haven’t quite decided how I feel about this, so let know what you think J


~Skinny Bright -Colored Belts~
So small and almost delicate, yet add so much flavor to an outfit. I love the cropped trousers as well!


That's all for now.
Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know what some of your favorite trends are this fall!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

HOME


Every single person on this earth shares a common desire. No matter demographic, all have a common innate yearning. All long for a place called home: a place where you feel safe to be truly you, no pretense. A place filled with warmth where you can be comforted.  A place where you can both laugh and cry unreservedly.  A place where you belong.
I believe all go through a season of ache; feeling the weight and burden of our longings not being fulfilled. We don’t feel at home.
I can think of many times when I was simply hungry to belong. Whether it was at home, school, church, work, there have been several situations and places where I felt like a foreigner, seemingly alright, but truly feeling rather awkward.
Reading through the Psalms, I was struck by a particular line:
“Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations...” Psalm 90:1
Israel spent hundreds of years in captivity, in bondage, away from their home, yet consistently, throughout all generations, they had a dwelling place: The LORD was their dwelling place, their Home. As I reminisce on my seasons of loneliness, seasons of not feeling a sense of belonging, I remember the sweetness of being with the Lord. I remember being safe to be completely honest with Him, no pretense. I remember feeling warmth from His Presence when He comforted me. I remember being filled with exuberant joy at times and grief at others, and being free to feel and express those emotions to their entirety. With Him, I knew what it meant to belong.
I heard a sermon once in which the preacher said that lonely people feel God’s Presence in a very special way that people who aren’t struggling with loneliness don’t feel. If this is true, could it be that loneliness is actually a blessing rather than a curse? Could it be that when God let Israel go into captivity, He was really pouring out mercy on them knowing that only as wanderers, as foreigners they will grasp the understanding that the LORD is to be their dwelling place? Could it be that God allows us to not have a real home here so that we do not get too comfortable and forget Him?  Could it be that seasons of loneliness are meant for our good, that we might experience intimacy with God in a way we otherwise would not be able to?
This gives me hope. This encourages my heart.
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros’ hit song “Home” contains the following line: “Home is whenever I’m with you.”
I have to agree. 
Home is truly whenever I am with You, Jesus <3