Here I Raise My Ebenezer

Things I Learned While Watching the Olympics

2010-03-07T16:01:00.002-05:00

I love the Olympics. Summer. Winter. It doesn't matter. There's something about the unity that comes when dozens of nations come together in one location, all with eyes on one prize. And as I watched countless hours of sporting events on ice and snow, I learned some things.

1. I'm a sucker for the medal ceremonies. Any country. Any National Anthem. I love to see the pride in someone's face when they see their flag lifted above their heads.

2. Every time I see a child singing his or her National Anthem, I get all sappy and teary-eyed. Never fails.

3. Curling is the strangest sport. Ever.

4. It doesn't matter if you train for 4 years, pour hours and hours into perfecting a skill if you disqualify yourself in the first 8 seconds out of the starting block.

5. Sometimes, going to the Olympics isn't all about the medals. Sometimes it's not about hearing the announcers say your name. (They may not pronounce it right even if they DO say it.) Sometimes it's about the journey. And the experience gained. And doing your personal best.

6. I can't tell you how many times I saw someone competing in a distance event on skis or skates who appeared to have their victory sealed, only to lose it in the final seconds. Fatigue, perhaps. Who knows? But what a reminder to us that it's about the race from beginning to end. Not just beginning to "when we think we have it all figured out" or "when we feel we've worked hard enough."

7. Hockey is pretty fun to watch. Even when you know nothing about it.

Sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like to fly down a mountain like Lindsay Vonn, or flip around with my feet strapped to a board like Shaun White. But I feel as though I would not come home in one piece. Just sayin'.

Thankful

2010-02-25T22:39:00.002-05:00

It may not look like much to you. All it may say to you is "I'm a pretty amazing dessert." But to me, it says so much more. It says, "Welcome home. How was your day? Oh, and by the way, I'm so proud of you and excited for what is in store for you."

Thanks, mom. I loved it.

Tour De Christmas - Part 2

2010-01-27T17:08:00.002-05:00

I am slowly making my way through Christmas pictures in an attempt to get up to speed on the here-and-now.

For today's installment, I bring you family amazingness with a side of dysfunction and hilarity.

Another family tradition at Christmas time is to go to the Indianapolis Symphony's Yuletide Celebration. In other words: Christmas on steroids. Music, decorations, larger than life people dressed up as various Christmas characters. Yes, please.

Every year, we try to get a family picture, and every year, it takes us 142 tries to get one that is acceptable. With the knowledge that I will not be there to participate in such family bonding moments next year, it was all the more important to get a good one. And, surprisingly, everyone was on his or her best behavior in order to see it happen.

After the program, we always go to Arby's for dinner. I'm not sure how this tradition started, but I love it. We are ALWAYS the only ones there, we ALWAYS are louder than the employees would like, and someone ALWAYS has to ring the bell that says "Ring the Bell if you got quality service." This year, true to form, I rang the bell when we walked in the door, sort of as a way to say, "We're here. Get ready to live."

As we were leaving the Yuletide, someone was standing outside handing out brochures for Yeh-Shen (or something like that). It seems to be a high-flying, kung-fu production. It has nothing to do with Christmas, or the symphony. And we will not be going. This is Bryan's girlfriend, Rachel, holding up the brochure. I think her "thumbs up" says it all.

Santa came too. And got crushed. Poor Santa.

Me, Mariah (Aaron's girlfriend), and Aaron. See why it's so hard to get pictures that are good? And this is super mild. He's not normal, but he's my brother. And I love him.

Tour De Christmas - Part 1

2010-01-23T16:47:00.005-05:00

Ask any member of my family. I am a sucker for tradition. Anything that has the word "annual" is amazing in my book. Some may say I go out of my way to create it. But, some things become tradition without being planned. Without organization. Such is the tradition of making cookies with my mom. We have literally done it "since before I can remember." It just wouldn't be Christmas without it.

It started as a tradition to send cookies to my grandparents when they lived in Florida. We'd make them every year, and send them in the same cookie tin. Inside the tin was a piece of cardboard with each year written on it. And each year the cookies arrived in Florida, my grandpa would cross of the year and send the tin back. And the tradition continued the following year. It was like a cookie-making tally sheet. Keeping track of all the memories you couldn't fit into a round tin. And it continued until my grandparents passed away.

Now, we no longer send any cookies away in a round tin, but there are some things you can count on in the cookie-making-process.

1. I will (and have, since I can remember) eat dabs of flour. It's gross, I know. But for some reason, I can't help it.

2. There will be Christmas music playing in the background.

3. There will always be at least one battle in which the cookie gets stuck in the cutter, and the cutter inevitably wins. And words are exchanged. The end.

4. I will always "accidentally" make a Tiny Tim cookie, and say "God Bless us, each one!" When he comes off the cookie sheet. Exhibit A:

This year, since next year's cookie baking will look quite different, there were some tears shed. It's one of those realities that sinks in and then you move on from it. Next year will be different. It will be okay. Hard. But different. I hope to make these cookies next year in Uganda. I hope they have Vanilla. I hope my mom can survive without the Tiny Tim cookie cutter because I definitely have it in a tub of "Stuff to take to Uganda."

Enjoy some pictures from our cookie-making tradition. And know they are amazing. So amazing that you cannot have any. That's all. Just sayin'.

Pre sprinkled. Sorry you can't see the final product.

Cutting the last cookie. Sad day. :(

2010 - Done

Speechless...

2010-01-14T23:08:00.003-05:00

It's been more than 48 hours. And I still can't turn away. The earthquake in Haiti has me undone, searching for words to process what has happened. I have missionary friends there, all of whom are safe and accounted for, but as I watch CNN, I'm reminded that not everyone is. Talk of mass burials. Children trapped in collapsed schools. People frantically searching for news of the whereabouts of loved ones. It's mind-numbing. I feel helpless. Sure, I can pray. And give. But at the end of the day, it seems to fall so short. Suffering. Agony. Cries in the darkness.

Even as I type this, the lyrics of a Chris Tomlin song are pumping through my speakers, "Rejoice, oh world. Your Savior has come...born that we may have life." And it's at moments like these that I realize how true these words are. In the midst of pain. In the midst of raw emotion. Yes, even in the midst of death. Jesus was born that we may have life. And I'm no theologian. And I don't pretend to think that this would be some spiritual band-aid for those who are devastated. But I realize that, just as the devastation is great, and the darkness is deep, so too is the hope. Hope in the face of missionaries and aid workers. Civilians who lend a hand, and an entire day to see a neighbor freed from the rubble. And with each rescued one, I hear the words "Rejoice oh world, your Savior has come...born that we may have life," and they take on a whole new meaning.

(image acquired from www.thetelegram.com)

Let's pretend it's still December 14th

2010-01-06T11:58:00.005-05:00

It's been over a month. More than 30 days since I last visited this little blog to go on and on about things that matter to no one else but me. And I realize I should just move on and begin 2010 with a clean slate. But if you would allow me the space, I feel the need to share my Christmas with you. Really, if you want to know the truth, it's more for me to look back on while I'm in Africa so I have a piece of home while away during my favorite time of the year. But I hope in the midst of my musings that you are reminded, even just a few weeks out, the wonder and mystery of Christ's coming. The life He came to give, and the eternal impact that Silent Night had on so many. So, without further delay, welcome to Christmas at my house. I won't bore you to death all at once. I promise.

This little tree in my room has been part of the decor at Christmas time since I moved to Florida. As you know, Christmas begins in my world as early as possible. And, true to form, my mom put it up the first week of November.

Obviously, this is the Christmas tree. Every year, we say it's the prettiest tree we've had. And we said it again this year. Even though the bottom third of the tree is lacking in the ornament department due to two dogs that shall remain nameless. In their defense, they did not take the ornaments off the bottom. We didn't trust them to leave the tree alone, so we started the ornaments higher. There are many special ornaments on this tree that I will share in later posts.

Funny story about my stocking: My brothers both have their names written in glitter. Strangely enough, my oldest brother still has the same stocking he had when we were tiny. So, why do I have candy sprinkles instead of glitter? Well, my mom couldn't remember exactly, but the original stocking I had as a baby was made with candy sprinkles. And then, about 2 years ago, my mom decided that since it had gaping holes in it, it was time for a new one. So, she threw the original in the trash (GASP!) and started to replace it with one written in glitter. And, naturally, I wanted no part in it. So, old-school style, she used Elmer's glue to write my name and put candy sprinkles on top. It's not the original, but it is mine. And I love it.

Advent is the season where we prepare for the arrival of Jesus. It is a season of waiting and anticipation. And, in our house, as a reminder, we don't put Jesus in the manger scene until Christmas morning. Each time I walk past it, my favorite Christmas song "Come Thou Long Expected Jesus" comes to mind. And this year, for some reason, as I looked around me at the world around, I took notice of the affect of Jesus' absence in the lives of so many. And I longed for His arrival in my own life even more.

Seeing the light

2009-12-03T22:30:00.003-05:00

Hi. Remember me? I'm the one who used to drop in from time to time to share my thoughts on this bloggy space. And if this is my "home" on the world-wide-web, I do realize it appears I have permanently relocated. Or at least temporarily run away to a warm place in a faraway land. Neither of which are true.

But I will say that life has been a bit more complicated (either in reality or by me making it so) lately, which has caused a lack of being able to sort thoughts and piece them together coherently for others to read. I hope to unpack some of the things that have kept me silent, but for now, I am seeing the light at the end of this proverbial tunnel, and will return to the regularly scheduled "Thankful Thursday" programming.

This episode is called: What I'm Thankful For. So original, I know.

-For an old ping-pong table turned dining room table around which fond memories are made and laughter is shared.
- For the steep learning curve I am on every time I visit my mom's side of the family. (Did you know squirrels made nests and that ham hocks are actually ankles??)
-For coffee with a coworker.
-For the endless selection of Christmas programming on the television.
-For 4 minutes of snow.
- Christmas movie + great friends + 4 minutes of snow + my favorite 17 month old + no internet for 24 hours = bliss.
-For the ability to read. My friend Jean reminded me of that this week.
-For the things we take for granted: warm showers, heat, no rats in our cars. You know, that kind of stuff. Thanks, Jo. (P.S-My friend Joanna is a missionary in Arua, where I will be. Someone may have to remind me to be thankful when this is my reality next year at this time.)
-For a group of friends on a Tuesday night, gathering to discuss the Truth of scripture.
-For the Indianapolis Colts, and their amazingness.
-For the fact that even after knowing Jesus for 15 years, I'm still discovering and learning things about His character. "Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!" (Romans 11:33)

What are you thankful for today?

Missionary Spotlight: Reece's Rainbow

2009-11-23T12:11:00.005-05:00

This is Andrea Roberts, and her son Reece. I do not know them personally. Nor can I relate to their situation. But, as many of you know, my heart beats for orphans. So, when I heard about the ministry Andrea started offering hope for orphans with Down syndrome, something resonated within me.

There is a family in our church who was blessed with a baby boy in January. Simeon Lakes is a happy boy, full of chatter, and a FULL head of hair. He was also born with an extra chromosome. To be honest, I did not know a lot about children with Down syndrome. Even as a teacher, I never had the privilege of interacting regularly with any children with Down syndrome.

Watching Tara's passion to educate and inform others about Down syndrome, as well as her desire to see the number of pregnancy terminations due to a diagnosis of Down syndrome decrease has been so amazing to watch. Yesterday, during the service, she shared about an organization that has become such a passion to her. And after showing the video describing what the organization does, I'm almost certain there was not a dry eye in the whole church.

Reece's Rainbow is a 501(c)3 organization that seeks to promote the international adoption of children with Down syndrome. You see, in many places around the world, those who are born "different" are often viewed as outcasts with no ability to learn or be functional members of society. Often times, babies with Down syndrome are left in orphanages, and then transferred to mental institutions, where many do not live to see their 10th birthday.

Andrea Roberts started the organization to help change this. There are various ways that hope is being brought to children around the world:

1. Providing funding for adoptions- International adoptions are costly, averaging about $20,000 per child. And, as Tara said yesterday, there is no discount if the child you fall in love with has a disability. For this reason, at the Reece's Rainbow website, an account has been set up specifically for each child awaiting adoption. The money you give toward that child is saved in an account for the family to use when they are ready to adopt that child. What a gift for that family to have to make the process a bit easier financially! Their goal is to raise at least $1,000 for each of the 200 children awaiting adoption. Click the link for more info.

2. Prayer Warriors- They have a program where you can become a prayer warrior for a child awaiting adoption. Much like a child sponsorship through other organizations, only you give of your time in prayer. The Lakes have a little boy they are praying for, and are praying for a family with "a mommy, a daddy, a brother, a sister, a dog, a cat, and the guinea pig is optional." I love it.

3. Adoptions- In only three and a half years, Reece's Rainbow has been the hands and feet of Jesus to bring hope and life to 225 children with Down syndrome. And if you love a good, honest, happy ending, check out their "Homecomings" link. And this video. You might want some Kleenex handy, though.

And it all started with one family who was blessed by a precious boy named Reece. What gets you excited? What makes your heart skip a beat? Don't let anyone tell you it won't make a difference. Tell that to the 225 children who now have a loving family and a place to call home.

If you would like to read more about the Lakes family, feel free to check out their blog. And, be sure to read this entry. What a reminder to take it "one day at a time."

Thanks, Tara, for sharing your passion and your sweet Simeon with us.

Destination: Uganda T-Shirts

2009-11-18T23:09:00.009-05:00

Looking for inexpensive Christmas gifts or stocking stuffers? Want the money to go to a good cause? I may have just the thing for you!

A dear friend of mine from Asbury has created t-shirts for me to sell, with all of the profits going to help me get to Africa.

The shirt is screen-printed with Isaiah 61:1-3 in Swahili (the language of many East Africans). The words of the verse come together to form the shape of Africa, with a star denoting Uganda's location. The verse, in English, reads:

“The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair…” -Isaiah 61:1-3

It's like a job description detailing what Jesus came to do. And as I prepare to go to Uganda in June, I am aware that these are the very things we are sent to do today, regardless of where we are, in Jesus’ name. In Uganda, there are orphans, widows, college students, children and grandparents that need to know there is hope in Jesus. The same is true where you are. Wherever you are, Isaiah 61 is a call to hope. It's a call to action. It's a call for the young and old alike.

Each shirt is $10, or two for $18. The proceeds from the sale of this shirt will go directly toward paying for my plane ticket to Uganda. As I hold the hand of an orphan, as I look into the face of a grandmother raising her grandchildren because a sickness has taken their parents, and as the peace of Jesus becomes real to an individual who has only known war, I will know it is people like you who got me there. As my passport is stamped in June, it is your support that helped make it possible. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your support. It means the world.

There are Toddler, Youth, and Adult sizes available.

Toddler shirts: Gray w/ black writing

Available Sizes: 2T-4T

My buddy Will, modeling the toddler shirt.

Youth shirts: light army green w/ black writing (see photo below) Sizes Available: S-XL

My friend Jill is wearing the light green color that is available in Youth AND Adult Sizes.

Adult Shirts: 3 colors (Light green w/ black (above), dark green w/ black, or light gray w/ maroon Sizes Available: S-XXL

Dark Green w/ Black

Light gray w/ Maroon

To place an order, click here.

**If you would like to place an order and have it before Christmas, I should receive your order by November 30. The money is to be sent after that date. (See link for details on payment.)**

And, for good measure, here's another picture of my cute friend Will. Love this boy!

Thankful Thursday

2009-11-12T23:05:00.002-05:00

I must warn you. My posts from now on could be filled with Christmas festive amazingness. So, if you are one of those "It's not Christmas until after Thanksgiving" people, maybe you can just pretend I'm talking about Thanksgiving. Or your birthday. Because both days are amazing.

So, without further delay, I'm thankful:

-that 107.9 The Track (a local Indy radio station), as of 4:00 this afternoon, has gone 24/7 Christmas music. And if you know me well, you know how that makes my heart SO happy.

-for spur of the moment outings with good friends. And free dessert that tastes amazing.

- for the gift of laughter with my friends at work.

-that I get to look forward to "date night" with my oldest brother on Saturday. Dinner and an NBA game downtown!

-that my friends Billy and Joanna (missionaries to Uganda) will be in the states soon. I've never met their daughters, and haven't seen them in over 5 years. It's been W-A-Y too long.

-that in the midst of a somewhat difficult season of waiting, I know that I am truly loved. By people near and far, and it means the world. I am surrounded by some amazing people.

What are you thankful for this week?

Enjoying Life's Detours

2009-11-08T21:08:00.008-05:00

My 2,220.5 mile trip concluded with a stop to see some of my all time favorite people in the world in South Carolina. (I wrote about the Brockinton's in June after my 5 year college reunion, if you recall.) This is the first time I have had the opportunity to visit them on "their turf" since they moved away from Wilmore, Kentucky. And what a tremendous blessing it was! We watched a soccer game (a first for me), ate completely local (no restaurant chains), made homemade pizza, worshipped at church together, walked along gorgeous South Carolina streets exploding with color. We were able to "just be," and it was exactly what I needed. As I said before, they are some of my favorite people on the planet. I love them so.

An interesting thing happened on the morning I was to leave. I woke up to get ready to leave the driveway at 8:00. Sometime in the night, however, there was a MASSIVE rock slide along I-40, which was the route I needed to take to get home. See how massive it was??

For the record, this is not my picture. I got it from a news website. I

accidentally left my fake press pass at home. HA

So, out came the Atlas, Garmin, and Department of Transportation websites to attempt to navigate a detour that would get me home a)safely and b)without tacking on 100 hours of extra drive time. As I began my journey with my new directions in hand, I realized I had a few options. I could choose to be frustrated and angry with the detour, or I could choose to enjoy it. Before leaving the neighborhood, my decision was made. I was going to enjoy the detour. Even if it took me longer to get home than I had anticipated, I was going to do whatever it took to enjoy the detour.

And, you know? I have a feeling that I would have missed out on some pretty amazing things if I hadn't made that choice. You see, because I was open to experiencing the "new" and "different" along my route, I feel I was able to allow Jesus to speak a deeper truth to what that detour would represent.

As I drove, I was very aware that I had set a goal to have 25% of my monthly funds pledged by November 1. And as of that moment, I knew I was nowhere close to it. My trip was amazing, to be sure, but it simply did not produce the "results" I had been hoping and praying for. And it was on my literal detour that I began to see that maybe, just maybe, Jesus is in the business of using detours to bring us closer to Himself. Perhaps Jesus would take me the long way to show me more of Himself. And as I have battled discouragement with where I am at this point in my support raising journey, I've come to understand that perhaps the very thing Satan desires to use to prove God isn't good is the very thing God will use to prove that He is.

So, as I drove, I was able to enjoy the detour. Because I chose to see the beauty in it. To see the beauty in the slow construction traffic giving me a chance to observe the amazingness that is Fall. To see the joy of a family enjoying a picnic under a tree in the Smoky Mountains. To see Neyland Stadium (GO BIG ORANGE!!!) in person for the first time.

And in the end, at 9:40 PM, as I pulled into my driveway, I was so glad I made the choice to enjoy the detour. A nine hour trip turned into thirteen hours, but I saw more, learned more, appreciated more, prayed more, and listened more than I would have otherwise. And I am so grateful.

Update With a Side of Pictures

2009-11-06T22:33:00.013-05:00

As I said before I learned a great deal on my recent trip south. One thing I continue to learn is that people are very important to me. Friends who have welcomed me into their homes and lives throughout the years. Friends to do life with. Friends who challenge me. Friends who ask hard questions. Friends who allow ME to ask hard questions.

I realize, at the end of the day, regardless of what the economy is doing, how my favorite sports team is doing, or what my bank account says, it's the people in my life that matter. And, I am SO thankful Jesus has given me the opportunity to do life with some pretty amazing people. Here are a few more of them...or, in most cases, their children. :)

You know how you meet people and you later can't remember a time not knowing them? And then you're surprised to actually find out have not, in fact, known each other as long as you once assumed? The instant friend-types. That is the Neeley's. And, more recently, the Hughes'.

Jill and Jonathan Neeley (Jill is in the white shirt, and Jonathan is little Nathan's arm-rest in the back) and I became friends my last year in Panama City. Jill helped me through the difficult transition to teaching Kindergarten, and saw me at melt-down state quite often at the beginning of our friendship. Their boys (Will and Nathan) were dedicated at church while I was visiting. How special to be there as they committed to raising these boys to know and love Jesus. Jill's brother Brad (navy suit coat) is from Southern Georgia, and knows some of my friends from Asbury. Weird, I know. Jill's mom Sue is just flat-out amazing. LOVE her. Heart of gold. Precious. Period. I love this family.

Another family that is very near and dear to me is the Childress family. Similar situation: I only taught with Betsy for one year (at the beginning of my time in PC) but we became fast friends. And, on this trip, we decided we are indeed twins. Separated at birth. (But she's the older twin. Just sayin'.) I just love them. They opened their home to me for my entire visit, a place where I could relax, reflect, laugh, learn, and "just be." (For the record, I do not have a picture of Betsy and Richard. Only of their cute children Drew and Katie.)

Katie and I spent an evening watching the Rockette Christmas show together. Girl after my own heart. And I'm pretty sure Drew crawled for the first time while I was there. And he looks amazing in his Jack-'o-Lantern shirt. Just sayin'.

I love these people. A lot. Much more than they may know.

And tomorrow, I hope to wrap up this update with what I learned while on a detour. More fun to come!!

Thankful Thursday

2009-11-05T23:01:00.003-05:00

Today, I'm thankful for:

-long talks with friends I haven't seen in a long time.
-"date day" with one of my brothers. And the prospect of "date day" with the other one soon.
-a reliable car.
-Christmas music at work (though I could do without that Sheryl Crowe CD...)
-The smell of fire emerging from barely used fireplaces.
-Football season.
-a 17 month old that happens to be growing up way too quickly.
-the drop in temperature, reminding us that change is coming. And that it's good.
-coffee.
-the steadfast, immovable love of God in Christ Jesus. Oh, may I never get over it.

2,220.5 - Things learned along the way

2009-11-02T16:04:00.008-05:00

I admit. Silence has become the norm on this blog over the last few weeks. If you have stuck around through this period of drought, I thank you. The lack of posts is not due to a lack of things to say, but rather, a lack of taking time to update. And when a trip is as full as the trip I have just been on, it becomes increasingly difficult to know where to begin.

As you see from the picture above, this trip added 2,220.5 miles to my car in a matter of 16 days. 5 states (6 , if you count Georgia twice), 6 different homes, and 0 new tires later, I look back and see that I learned much along the way. And I hope, over the next few days, to unpack some of what I discovered along the way. At the risk of my obsessive compulsive brain exploding, I’m going to approach the next few updates in a different way: In no particular order. I can’t even believe I just typed that. Join me on the journey from here…to there…and everywhere in between.

...College friends are amazing. I love remembering hilarious old times, and making new memories in the process. Thanks, Yvonne!

...It would not hurt my feelings if Jesus called me to work with college students one day. I spent some time with some pretty amazing students at Asbury, and was so blessed by their desire to follow Jesus and make Him famous.

...The beach in October is still my favorite. No tourists (unless you count me), too early for Snowbirds (aka: slow drivers from the North), and it's not unbearably hot.

...Three year olds are stinkin' cute. Even when they won't take their medicine. (Me and Will aka: Simba at left)

...I do not like Walmart. Period.

...My former students have grown up too fast.

...Planning on 40 people showing up to an event, and 40 people ACTUALLY showing up are very different. There were two events in Panama City, and let's just say I was 50% of the people at one, and 25% at the other. I have leftover cider if anyone wants any. :)

...Apparently, I am the baby whisperer. (See picture at right.)

...There are people who over analyze things just as much as I do. And when the two of you are together trying to analyze the same decision, it's VERY validating for everyone involved. (Love ya, Betsy!)

...There are some seasons in our lives that we simply may never understand. Sometimes, we must learn to move on, despite the massive question marks.

...Laughing with old friends is so good for my soul.

...Drinking out of Auburn and Alabama glasses is much more fun while singing "Rocky Top."

...Teaching the children of Auburn and Alabama fans to say, "GO BIG ORANGE!" is amazing. And fun. And it drives their parents crazy. And I love it.

More to come later...

Dear November:

2009-10-22T00:16:00.002-04:00

Dear November,

I have been thinking. I'm not really ready for you to show up just yet, so if you could delay your arrival just a few days, that would be awesome. Don't get me wrong. I love the cool weather you bring, and the chance for snow, and amazing food and warm drinks to enjoy, but I am just not ready to welcome you into my life again. It's not you...it's me.

Sincerely,
Jamie F.

Thankful Thursday

2009-10-15T22:41:00.001-04:00

This week, I have been on the road…a lot. I have had quite a bit of time by myself to reflect on life, to pray, and to laugh at random things that have happened recently. I have had the opportunity to reconnect with old friends. Since Saturday at 4:00, I have logged 1,006 miles on my car. Between here and there, I have found so much to be thankful for.

-People who pray for me.
- A mom who understands.
-The chance to experience the amazing fall colors while driving south through Kentucky and Tennessee.
- Friends who are better at math than I am (thanks, Yvonne.)
- College students.
-New friends.
-Football season.
-My GPS…without which I would not have gotten through Atlanta in the rain.
-Friends who let me stay at their house while passing through.
- A place to lay my head and relax while in Florida…even if I’m surrounded by Auburn Tigers items.
-Air conditioning. It's still in the 80's in Florida.
-Sleep. When I travel, I tend to get very little of it, but I’m thankful for what I do get.
-Opportunities to share with people about what God is doing in Uganda.
- Reading a book with a 2 year old…who will be 5 before I know it.
- Being able to say goodbye to dear friends in person I thought I would not be able to see.
- Those same friends who took me in for 6 months after my life turned upside down.
- Our invitation to take our needs (and the needs of others) to the feet of Jesus. And how He doubtless intends to intervene.

What are you thankful for this week?

Thankful Thursday

2009-10-08T23:14:00.002-04:00

I'm thankful for:

1. Baby girls. They seem to be EVERYWHERE in my life these days. 3 friends from college had baby girls in the last 2 weeks. A dear friend is due at the end of this month. Pink, bows, and more pink!

2. My dear co-workers (and friends). I always have such a great time at work. We laugh. We move stuff around. We put out Christmas stuff. It's the little things.

3. Cars. Just imagine! It wasn't that long ago that the car was a "new fangled" thing.

4. Plans that come together. Even if it is the last minute.

5. Lint rollers.

6. A new Christmas album with my FAVORITE Christmas song on it...sung correctly, and with all the right music-y stuff going on.

7. Sleep.

The end.

Hope For the Next Generation

2009-10-05T13:01:00.000-04:00

August 21, 2008 was a day that, perhaps, holds little or no significance to most of us. But for 8 American runners at the Beijing Olympics, it is a day they will not soon forget. It was on this day that the highly favored men’s and women’s 4x100 meter relay teams laced up their shoes for what should have been a seamless race that would send both teams into the finals.

From the outset, both races appeared to be going as rehearsed. Each runner ran his or her 100 meters flawlessly. The baton exchanges appeared perfect. Until the final exchange. In a confounding sequence of events, both the men’s and women’s teams were disqualified as the last runner prepared to take the baton. In both races, the baton fell to the ground, and a collective gasp was heard around the world.

A relay race is won or lost in the “exchange zone.” Quick feet and trained legs help, for sure. But if the baton is dropped or is passed incorrectly, the result is disqualification. I am coming to realize this is true of our lives as well. How we do life in the exchange zone is crucial as we live out what God has called us to do. There is much at stake.

Judges 2:10 is a great example of how the baton was passed successfully to one runner (Joshua), but was dropped somewhere in the next exchange. “After that whole generation had been gathered to their fathers, another generation grew up, who knew neither the LORD nor what he had done for Israel.” Scripture does not tell us exactly what happened. But somewhere along the way, as Joshua passed the baton, it was dropped. May this not be true of us! We have all been given a baton. And it is our responsibility to pass it. Not Hollywood. Not the music industry. Not our government leaders. The baton is in the hand of the church of Jesus Christ, and it is our responsibility alone to make sure it gets from our hands to the hands of those coming behind us.

A few weekends ago, my friend Esther Fleece, who works at Focus on the Family, was in Washington D.C at the Values Voter Summit, and was given the opportunity to talk about this very issue. Her official job title? Focus’ assistant to the president for millennial relations. Translation? Someone who is very passionate about the condition of young people, mostly in their early teens to late twenties. She is someone who understands the importance of passing the baton to the next generation. She is aware of the issues facing our generation, and knows the statistics. She is familiar with what is true. But she stands on something far greater than what is true. She stands on the Truth. The Truth that says our God is good and loving. The truth that says our God is compassionate and gracious. That He is still in the business of redeeming what’s broken.

Esther sat down with her boss Jim Daly, the President of Focus on the Family, and had a candid conversation about why it is important to reach the next generation. She raised a battle cry for those ahead of us to be willing to sit down and answer the tough questions. To be mentors. To walk alongside us and believe in us. Our generation has seen its share of “role models” crash and burn before our eyes. Sports stars, politicians, musicians, and even church leaders. We are desperate to be taught. And as Esther says, “The good news is, we are teachable.” She shared staggering statistics about how the Millennials will form the voting majority in 2020, with the numbers reaching 103 million strong. 103 million people who have grown up with tremendous brokenness, with the cards stacked against them. 103 million who have been dubbed the “hopeless generation” by some. How many of those 103 million have accepted truth as relative and have their moral compass determined by their peers or pop culture? What better time than now to believe in our generation? To believe greater things ARE yet to come. To believe the tide can be turned. Perhaps we aim so low because no one has given us anything higher to aim for.

Truly, I cannot do the conversation justice. See it for yourself here:

After hearing this conversation between two people who are zealous for the hearts of young people, I was convicted. I realized that so often, I find myself accepting the actions and brokenness of my generation (and the one coming behind) as the status quo, without spending time on my knees to see the status quo change. Sometimes, I’m guilty of losing sight of the exchange zone because I am too worried that other people are running their race faster or are more skilled than I am. Or, worse yet, I’m too focused on my own race, forgetting that in a relay, how we run as a team is far more important than how I run my individual race. And, sadly, in some cases, I've dropped the baton altogether.

Perhaps what went wrong in Joshua’s day was that people stopped talking about what God had done. About what He was capable of. Perhaps the next generation thought it would be too hard to trust God to be huge on their behalf, so they dropped the baton. Maybe they got so immersed in what they were doing that they forgot a generation was coming behind them. We cannot know with absolute certainty what happened. But I am absolutely certain of this: I do not want to see this happen in our generation. I want to live with intention, believing better things for my generation, and the one to come. To carry my baton, remembering the legacy of those who handed it to me, and to live in such a way that the exchange zone is a place of triumph and victory instead of failure and loss. If I know anything about Esther, I know this is her heart’s desire as well. And I have to believe we are not the only ones. For this reason, I have hope for our generation, and the one that will come after us. It is my prayer that when our generation has finished the race, that a generation would come behind who knows the Lord AND what He has done for His people. May we pass our batons well.

***To read more from Esther, in her own words, go to this blog. And, if the video link above is too tiny, click here to see it a bit larger.

Thankful Thursday

2009-10-01T22:12:00.003-04:00

Some weeks are better than others. Some weeks, I find that looking for things to be thankful for is like looking for Waldo on the last page of the Where's Waldo books. You know, the page where EVERYONE is wearing striped shirts, blue pants, and is walking with a cane? In other words, it's hard to see past the petty-everyday stuff to see things I should be thankful for. And in the wake of tragic events around the world, I begin to snap out of my slump and come back to reality, and find that I have oh-so-much to be thankful for.

This week, I'm thankful:

-for the opportunity to share about God's heart for the nations. What a humbling thing.
-for friends to watch football games with.
-for a boss who is so gracious and understanding.
-for new donors (champions, as WGM would like us to call them) who began supporting me in September.
- for e-mail.
- for phone calls from old friends.
- for a 15 month old who has started calling me 'Aunt Mamie.'
- for an amazing lightning storm on the way home from babysitting tonight.
- for the smell of fall both in the air outside and from a candle burning inside.
- for 80's music.
- for the Word of God, and how it is living and active. How I find new truth each time I open it.

What are you thankful for today?

Missionary Spotlight Monday: Praying for Honduras and Bolivia

2009-09-28T22:31:00.004-04:00

As a missionary with World Gospel Mission, I have the privilege of working with a tremendous network of people who are advancing the cause of Christ around the world. Not only are they American missionaries, but many nationals are trained to do the work of the ministry as well. Though we may not meet face to face, they are part of the team just the same.

Throughout the week, I receive prayer updates from various fields via e-mails from headquarters. This week, I received two sad updates. Would you join me in praying for Honduras and Bolivia?

HONDURAS:

WGM has an "arm" of ministry known as Men With Vision. The Honduran field recently elected their first MWV national President, Marcos Canales. Sadly, while Marcos was coming out of some meetings at his local church, a passing motorcycle rider shot and killed him as he and his family walked toward their car. The motorcycle rider apparently wanted his computer and cell phone.

Please pray:

-for his family He has two small children ages 6 and 2. Pray also
-for his church family
-for clarity as decisions are made about filling his position.

BOLIVIA:

A retreat for national pastors was held last week. Sadly, one of the pastors was hit on the road by a log truck and died yesterday. The pastor’s name was Siprian Vargas. The information I received from headquarters mentions his wife and one daughter. I am unaware of any further relatives.

Please be in prayer for:
-the family. His wife, Marcelina and their daughter. Marcelina does not read, so pray that their daughter will be able to help communicate with well between all parties involved in the proceedings that need to take place. Pray for peace.
-Pastor Siprian's church
-the national church in Honduras. This is the second pastor associated with the churches WGM works with to be buried in a matter of two months.

In both of these tragic situations, will you also join me in praying for the missionaries that serve in Honduras and Bolivia. Pray for them as they minister to the families and churches involved in these situations. Pray for guidance and direction as they speak truth and life into a situation that is dark and difficult. If you want to pray for them by name, check out this page for Honduras, and this page for Bolivia. Thanks for praying. I know God is still in the business of working ALL things together for good.

If I had an iPhone...

2009-09-25T13:07:00.004-04:00

I could have a lot of fun with this topic, but I will stick to the purpose of what made me think of it.

If I had an iPhone, I would have taken a picture and immediately posted it to Facebook, Twitter, and my blog, asking the question, to no one in particular: "does this drive anyone else crazy?" But, I don't have an iPhone, so hopefully my words will paint a picture in its absence.

My mom and I went for coffee this morning, and decided to venture across the parking lot (in the rain) to peruse the aisles of a certain store, that shall remain nameless. The door said, "NO FOOD, DRINK, OR ARMED WEAPONS" or something to that effect. The only important one at the moment is "NO DRINK" allowed.

So, since we had our coffee (the first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season, I might add) we decided to try someplace else where we were welcomed, with our drinks, with open arms. And upon finishing said drinks, we returned to the store with strict rules and regulations regarding what was (and was not) allowed to cross the proverbial boundary between enjoying your coffee in the rain outside and enjoying some cheap things no one really needs to buy inside.

I was not finished with my drink, and was not about to throw it away. So, I decided to tell myself to be SUPER careful, and allowed myself to break the rules. Just this once.

And, to my utter dismay, as I was perusing the aisles of cheap items that no one really needs to buy, holding my Pumpkin Spice Latte ever-so-carefully so as to not spill it, a lady walked past me with a DOG in the shopping cart. A dog. Really? So, (store that shall remain nameless), you're telling me I can't have my coffee, that is harmless to those around me, but she can bring something in that one: poops, two: pees, and three: is a potential allergen to shop with? That makes total sense to me.

And, I must admit, that after that, I had a calm, cool, and collected speech prepared to give to anyone telling me I had to leave because of my coffee. And it would end with, "I'm not angry. I'm just sayin' is all." The end.

Ummm...about that

2009-09-25T00:26:00.002-04:00

I just checked to make sure the Thursday blog posted, and realize I have not written anything since LAST Thursday. And I wanted to clarify something:

My life is kind of boring...you know, routine. Same ol' stuff. But in the midst, I have been thinking a lot about a lot of things. Which will be written for your reading pleasure quite soon. I just know it.

Thankful Thursday

2009-09-24T23:46:00.005-04:00

Whoa. I almost forgot today was Thursday! It's simple things that I'm thankful for today...and some simply profound things as well.

I'm thankful...

1. that we put out our boxed Christmas cards at work today. (I may have a problem. And I hear admitting it is the first step to recovery.)

2. that tomorrow, I will have my first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season. And I may (or may not) listen to Christmas music on the way there.

3. for friends who are passionate about life, truth, grace, and seeing those things come alive in this generation.

4. for a mom who goes to play BINGO with my 29 year old brother on a Thursday night and lets me laugh at her.

5. that one of my dearest Christmas traditions will not be thwarted this year by repairs being done downtown.

6. that the rains have begun coming in Arua!! You have surely heard me ask for prayer in this area whether here or through my newsletter. THANK YOU for praying!!

7. for new friendships that come in unexpected seasons, in unexpected ways. Thank you Jesus!

8. for the constant, faithful, persistent love of God.

9. that Blogger tests my patience really well. Sometimes, like now, I want to throw the computer out the window because the format is all over the place.

10. for 4 year old birthday parties and friends who are really like family.

Thankful Thursday...and East Coast Wrap (up)

2009-09-17T21:58:00.006-04:00

So, I realized it's taken me almost 3 weeks to fill you all in (and I know you care about every event and detail, yes you do) on a trip that lasted a week and a half. And that's borderline ridiculousness. So, I'm going to combine my "Thankful Thursday" with the wrap up of my east coast trip. Bear with me...there are a lot of pictures. And even a video. I hope you enjoy.

I am thankful for:

1. Friends to get lost in the woods with...and Garmin.

One day, we took a break from camp and went to the Ferg's house to swim. On the way back to camp, the road was closed and we had to "find our own way." We turned down a paved road, and Scott got Garmin out of the glove compartment to help guide the way. All was well until we noticed Garmin was leading us down the paved road that then turned to mud, which then turned to sand. And, yes, the roads had names. And thus began our Non-African African Adventure. I call it that because it felt like we were driving in Africa. Only without the cows and bicycles everywhere. Check out the video...you'll be able to see a bit of what I mean. But, of course, the camera was not on during the BEST examples. (Always happens that way. ALWAYS)

This is Scott and Meg...before the adventure REALLY began.

(One thing you have to know is that the Rambo's blog is called 'On the Road With the Rambo's')

(It had rained HARD the night before, and at one point, the water was all the way across the road. After this picture was taken, we discussed trying to figure out how deep it was. And as Meg and I were discussing this, Scott made the executive decision to GUN IT across. Ummm...let's just say the splash of the water came up over the driver side window)

We returned safe and sound. And look at the excitement on our faces. Let's do that again! And we will. In Africa. I'm sure of it. :)

2. Friends who change tires and help me laugh about a sad situation.

If you recall, in April, I encountered a punctured tire in Troy, Alabama. AAA saved the day that time. Well, needless to say, I now know that as I travel, I should pray specifically for my tires. And that it is my job to let anyone who will listen know that New Jersey has very sharp sewer drains.

After camp, I was following the Hallahan's to their house for a few days of R & R before heading home. Enter extremely sharp sewer drain. It wasn't even a fair contest. My poor tire crumbled under the pressure. (Punctured under the pressure is more appropriate.) The good news: I now have 2 new(ish) tires on my car. Nevermind that they were both obliterated and met their untimely demise.

Who needs AAA when Josh Hallahan can save the day? Thanks, Josh!

And instead of being sad over a flat tire and donut, we decided to have donuts with my donut. I love friends who can help turn a sad situation into a positive one.

3. Amazing people who graciously offer to pay for said tire...teaching me about giving and receiving in a way I couldn't have otherwise learned. Thanks Mark and Brenda. It truly meant the world.

4. For two boys who make waiting for said tire an adventure.

5. Lazy nights with Team Uganda.
Have I mentioned how thankful I am for Team Uganda? This photo is so telling. We had just finished dinner, and were enjoying a relaxing evening together. We are so comfortable with each other. And at various times during this night, each of us came to the realization that this will be a reality in Africa. (and we pointed out some of the differences...we may not be watching the Phillies, and the power may be questionable, but we'll be together). As I have said, they are truly becoming family to me. And I'm forever grateful.

6. New friends...and Philly cheese steaks
After church on my last Sunday, we got a group together to go to Philly for the day. We had such a good time. Here is a picture of my "new friends" and I just outside Jim's, home of the best Philly cheese steak. Since I've tried all of them. (Not true).

(Interesting fact: The kid in the red shirt, upon hearing I am from Indianapolis exclaimed, "OH! You're from Maryland!" Ummmm...No, actually. It was so funny.)

7. Having "nephews" to watch grow

Missionary kids call other missionaries "aunt" and "uncle." So, to the missionary kids, I am Aunt Jamie. Here are two of the MK's that I love so dearly. (You've seen pictures of the Ferg girls and Seth-Man).

Timbo and I playing with the tool bench. Check out that smile. It will melt your heart.

Caleb, standing in the window to get a better view of the kids at camp.

And this concludes the longest blog post ever. If you've made it this far, you're either a glutton for punishment, one of these children's parents, really bored, my mom, or a really good friend. Thank you, and good night.

Missionary Spotlight: Team Uganda

2009-09-14T23:42:00.007-04:00

Those of you who have been reading my blog since the beginning (all 2 of you) will remember me introducing you to "Team Uganda" back in January. We had some hilarious times in the snow (check out the video of Josh Hallahan and I making snow angels), talking in the kitchen, and beginning our training together.

I realize I have yet to really introduce you to any of them besides the Hallahan's. So, today will be a short and sweet mini-introduction. There will be formal introductions in later Monday blogs. But I'd like you to meet Team Uganda.

THE RAMBO'S

Scott, Meg, and baby Tim

When we live in Uganda, Scott, Meg, and baby Tim will be in Arua with me. Their focus will be on pastoral training and women's ministry. (Scott will be training pastors and Meg will be doing the women's ministry, just to make that clear.) And baby Tim, well, he'll just be being cute and making friends with African and missionary children. They currently live with Scott's parents in New Jersey. Will you pray for them as they travel and raise their prayer and financial support? And I can't wait to tell you about our first "Non-African-African-Adventure." But you will have to wait. It's a good one.

THE HALLAHAN'S

Josh, Kelly, Caleb, and Seth

You've met them before, but I thought you should see these pictures from our time at camp. If I learned one thing from being in New Jersey, it was that they sure do love the Phillies. And if you say anything about the OTHER team that is found in Pittsburgh, it could be grounds for removal from all friend lists in some people's minds. The picture to the left is Josh and Seth watching the Phillies game on TV. Yes, they start them young. Seth-man was saying, (or trying to say) "GO PHILLIES!!" when I took this. And another thing I learned was that Caleb (pictured with me to the right) does not go far without his backpack of cars. On the way to the chapel one evening, I noticed we were "matchy-matchy" with our backpacks and had to get our picture taken. Will you continue to pray for the Hallahan boys? They are traveling and need great grace being away from normal schedules and routine.

THE FERG'S

John, Nancy, Carlie, and Jamie

This family is so precious to me. I adored spending time with each one of them, getting to know them more. John is one of those people who could read the phone book and you'd laugh. So funny. Nancy is a fantastic listener and is quite witty. She loves Jesus and it is so evident that she desires to follow His leading. Their girls are so spunky and full of life. Carlie was so gracious to french braid my hair 43 times a day (slight exaggeration) because I couldn't stand to have it in my face. She has a great heart and I know God will use her in big ways in Uganda. Jamie is so full of life! Oh to have 1/3 of the energy she has. She loves people, and I can see how God will use that to further His kingdom in Uganda. Will you pray for them as they continue to travel and raise their support? The girls have start school this week, and it will be their last school year in the states for 2 years. Pray that His peace and presence would be very real to them.

NOT ABLE TO ATTEND CAMP: PAM WILSON

Pam Wilson was at training in January but was unable to make it to New Jersey for camp. We missed you, Pam!! Pray that Jesus would open doors for Pam to share the heart God has given her for the people of Uganda.

We will all be back together in November for a missions conference in New Jersey. I'm sure there will be far more updates and pictures, maybe even some video, for your enjoyment. I praise God for His provision of amazing teammates who have truly become like family in this journey. What a FAITHFUL God we serve.

Up next: Lost in the Woods-GPS to the Rescue!

Links I love

2009-09-12T23:25:00.002-04:00

In the past few days, I have had a few links come to my attention that I would love to share with you.

1. What's it like to live in Africa? My friend Emily, who is in Tanzania right now, has a very humorous way of bringing words to life. She recently blogged about what living in Africa is like, and oh, how she has it absolutely correct. Please read this blog, and know that one year from now, this will be my life. :)

2. Youremyhealer.com This site is a site featuring Kari Jobe, a worship leader out of Gateway Church in Texas. The song Healer, sung by Hillsong as well as Kari is the basis of the video testimony on the site. Below the video, people post prayer requests as well as testimonies of God healing them. As I watched the video, my faith in the God "who heals ALL our diseases" (Psalm 103:3) grew. What a reminder that He is still in the business of healing and restoring!

3. Toby Mac - City on Our Knees This song, recommended by a great friend of mine, is a must listen. What a prayer for unity! It's my new fave. :)

4. Ever wonder what I was like as a child? I'm convinced this child was me. Only I would have been asking questions. I love this, even though her voice is kind of high pitched. If you don't at least smile, I question if you are human.

That's all for now. I'm hoping to be back on the regular blog train next week. Monday's "Missionary Spotlight" will be a bit different, but will highlight more of my trip out East visiting with some of my missionary friends. Have a fantastic Sunday!

Looking Back

2009-09-11T23:58:00.006-04:00

I have to admit, I woke up this morning much the same as I woke up on this day 8 years ago. It was like any other day. There is not a calendar hanging within eye shot anywhere in my house, and my travel calendar that I essentially live by these days was safely tucked away for another day. I had let the date escape me. Until I turned on the news. It was then, that I remembered.

9/11/01: I remember.
I remember skipping my 9:25 class because I had a test later in the day, and hadn't read all of the book I was supposed to read. I remember walking out of my dorm room to begin laundry across the hall. And I remember watching in horror as the second plane hit. I remember the words "This is no accident" coming from the mouth of the news reporter. And I remember wishing someone was there to watch with me. Everyone else was in class.

I remember the flow of people coming back to the dorm, having no idea what would greet them. This was in the time when Facebook Twitter, texting, and all of the instant information giving avenues we have today were not around. If I remember correctly, few people had cell phones then...at least not many of MY friends did. I remember standing in the lounge of our dorm with people I didn't know, watching the horrible scenes flash across the screen again and again. I remember a special prayer service at 11:00 where we prayed for the victims, prayed for the families, prayed for peace. In the midst of so many questions and in the midst of fear, we came together as one. Standing room only. And we prayed. Dr. Rader gave word that there were still some relatives or friends of students that had not been reached. And I remember it hitting home. These were people my classmates knew.

Later in the week, we held a prayer service around the flag pole. I remember a plane going overhead, and I flinched. Even in Wilmore, Kentucky, the sound of a plane rattled me. I remember calling my mom eventually, and I remember being sad that I didn't do it sooner. I remember watching members of congress singing "God Bless America" on the steps of the Capitol building. And I cried. For the first time throughout the whole ordeal, I began to see hope again. I saw a light at the end of a dark and death-infested tunnel.

On this September 11th, eight years after that fateful day, I find myself in disbelief. Disbelief that it has been that long. But also in disbelief that it happened at all. Whether we like it or not, whether we knew people on the planes or in the buildings or not, that day marked us. There are images from that day that will remain with us for the rest of our lives. Fortunately, in the midst of the atrocious there are images of action. In the midst of the barbaric, there are images of bravery. And in the midst of horror, there are images of hope. Hope that the story can end differently. Hope that there is still good in people. Hope that there is One who sees, who knows, and who has not abandoned us. Hope that turns darkness to light. Hope that brings life from death. Hope that there is One who brings good. Yes, even in the most death-infested situation. I hope...and I remember.

****My friend Esther brought this website to my attention today. What an amazing challenge to continue to pray for those whose lives were truly turned upside-down that day.****

Delanco Camp, NJ

2009-09-05T14:56:00.009-04:00

August 16-22 were landmark dates for me. They are the dates that mark my first true "church camp" experience. I (along with the other members of Team Uganda) spent the week at Delanco Camp in Tabernacle, New Jersey. Aside from it being 432 degrees almost every day and the flesh-eating mosquitoes, it was an amazing experience.

The theme of the week was "Mission 1:8," taken from Acts 1:8 that says, "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." The focus was how each of us are called to be missionaries exactly where we are. There were around 60 campers, all going into 5th, 6th, or 7th grade. I was given the opportunity to teach a class, and talked about how before we can go into our world to tell people about Jesus, we need to begin to believe that He is who He says He is, and that we are who He says we are. Simply put: Who is God? and Who am I?

During my second class "Who Am I?," I had the students write on a mirror some of the things that are said to or about them that are not in line with what God says.

Then, after talking about who God says we are and looking through scripture, they erased what they wrote before, and wrote something that was true...all while looking at themselves in the mirror.

Throughout the day, there was a lot of free time to spend outside playing games with the kids, catch up with Team Uganda, and, oh yes, SWEAT. Did I mention it was 432 degrees when we were there? And if it wasn't, it sure felt like it.

The Beach

Me, Jamie Ferg, and Carlie Ferg

These girls are so fun! And what a blessing to be able to serve Jesus in Uganda with them? Pray for them as they finish this school year, their last in the states before heading to Uganda.

The Ferg Family - I love them. That is all.

The Bridge over Lake Agape

Team Uganda

I cannot tell you how blessed I was to be with them for a whole week and a half.

Each night, Kelly Hallahan (the evangelist of the week) challenged the students to Acts 1:8 living. What an amazing thing it was to see and hear how 5th-7th graders heard and responded to God's call to be Jesus with skin on wherever they are. Will you help me pray for the students at this camp (and all summer camps) who are heading back to school? May they continue to have a passion and zeal to show their peers the life they have in Christ.

Still to come: Members of Team Uganda narrowly escape New Jersey Woodlands. Brought to you by Garmin. Also, New Jersey Sewer vs. Mitsubishi Galant. Sewer-1, Galant-0.

East Coast (Part 1)

2009-09-02T21:02:00.004-04:00

You may have noticed I have not posted anything in quite some time. The last two weeks have found my feet in 5 states, and my car with more than 2,000 new miles and 1 new tire. Yes. One new tire. Oh, how I love to visit tire stores in foreign states. (I promise a full story, complete with pictures later.)

But in the interest of being chronological. Since you care.

I started my journey east and stopped first in Dayton, Ohio to visit with a college friend and her husband. We had some amazing pizza, watched preseason football, and partook in another American summer past-time: garage sale-ing. (How do you spell that, anyway?) I even tried buckwheat pancakes for the first time! Not bad...but I prefer to get my fiber in other ways, thank-you-very-much.

After leaving Dayton, I headed to Myerstown, Pennsylvania. I have made this drive many times on the way to Philadelphia, but never alone. It was quite strange to pass landmarks along the way and not have anyone in the car to play "Hey, remember the time..." with.

Upon arrival in Myerstown, I was greeted by the oldest child of some friends I've known for years. The last time I saw her in person, she was not even walking. And now, she's almost as tall as me, and carried my stuff into the house for me. Really???

Jonathan, Christian, and Jazmine Royer

Christian lost his first tooth while I was there!! We even got to sing a song I learned while teaching Kindergarten. Never thought I'd pull that out of the archives.

Rodney and Mosel Royer

I've known them since 1999. And their children officially made me feel old.

We had a great time catching up and laughing about old times. Mosel and I even watched Elf Saturday night. She had never seen it, and I just "happened to have it with me."

The next morning, we went to the Fireplace for church. This church is part of the international network that my home church is a part of, so in a lot of ways, I felt right at home in this congregation. I was given the opportunity to share a little about where God is leading me as I prepare for Uganda, and was so blessed by the missions heart that is already present in that church. Thank you Fireplace! I pray Jesus continues to bless you richly! After church, I had lunch with Mosel and headed to New Jersey...home of my first church camp experience. Oh yes. More on that later. The end.

Much to say

2009-08-27T22:30:00.003-04:00

I'm back. I'm alive. And I have so much to update on. Be looking for updates, random (and oh-so-hilarious) stories, and pictures from the last 2 weeks of my life. Perhaps Saturday will be a bloggy-marathon. Stay tuned.

My poor brain

2009-08-14T13:58:00.002-04:00

I feel sorry for my brain some days. I make it work really hard, and it gets no time off. No paid vacations. No rest for its weary self.

I'm preparing to leave to head to New Jersey in a few hours and have so much on my mind. So much has transpired this week. Funny things. Sad things. Things I would not trade for the world, and things I would rather have not had to do. Packing. Working. Laughing. Pondering. I promise to write about a lot of these things when I return from camp, but there is no time now.

If you think of me this week, I would covet your prayers. Team Uganda will be together at a camp in New Jersey with a precious group of 5th through 7th graders. The theme of the week is Acts 1:8, and will have a focus on what missions looks like across the street and around the world. With people who look like us, and people who don't.

I would appreciate your prayers for:

-Traveling mercies. I'm driving (stopping along the way), but it takes about 11.5 hours to get out there.
-Good connections with people. I'm speaking at my friend Mosel's church with her on Sunday. Also, for good connections with the kids at camp. And, I'll be speaking at a church in New Jersey next Sunday as well.
-My class. I really feel like God has given me a specific topic to teach on, and He has really provided illustrations and personal stories to drive the point home. I'm talking about how, before we can "go into all the world," we really need to understand Who God is and who we are as a result. Talking about His identity and ours. These are truths I continue to learn, and they continue to be sort of a "life message" for me. Pray for open hearts to hear and receive God's heart for them.
-Good weather. For obvious reasons.
-Good time with friends. On the way out, I will be stopping a few times to stay with old friends. While I'm there, we will have some free time to go to Philly and to the beach. And I will stay with another friend when I return home. I'm so looking forward to reconnecting with old friends. It is refreshing to my soul.

I will be out of bloggy-land until I return, so you will have to wait on the regular weekly blogs. I don't even know how you'll be able to stand it.

Thanks for praying! It means more than you know!

Bloggy Break

2009-08-10T21:45:00.002-04:00

I know today is Monday. And I know I'm supposed to tell you about another of my missionary friends or people who are changing the world. But I am leaving for a week and a half ministry trip to the East Coast this Friday and am not prepared AT ALL for it. I'm teaching 5th-7th graders at camp and have to work on making a somewhat difficult passage of scripture applicable to them by some sort of hands-on/interactive amazing-ness. And I'm behind on all things surrounding, well, everything. I may (or may not) feel like I'm drowning a bit. Or at least like I should go put my swimmies on. So, I'm going to take a pass on this Missionary Spotlight. And will not pass Go or collect $200. But if you want to give me $200, that'd be awesome. Perhaps I could go buy some really amazing swimmies. Like ones that write thank-you cards, do paperwork, and make travel arrangements.

Guess what I'm doing?

2009-08-08T23:24:00.002-04:00

Well, I've finished my to-do list for the evening, so I'm listening to Christmas music, of course!

And laughing really hard at this video. Makes me want to skip up and down the school supply aisle singing this little ditty.

Thankful Thursday

2009-08-06T22:26:00.004-04:00

I'm thankful that I made it home safely from Evansville. Crazy Rain + rushing water + driving = danger
I'm thankful for the 41 minute conversation I just had with my brother. We laugh so hard together and it makes me so happy.
I've been so blessed by the new Hillsong CD "Faith + Hope + Love." You should check it out. It's "Hillsong Week" on iTunes.
I'm thankful for sweet brothers and sisters in Christ in Chandler, Indiana who were so attentive on Monday night and responded to God's leading. I am blessed.
I'm thankful that I got paid today. Thank you Jesus for a job. And for people at work who make me laugh.
I'm thankful I have friends who I can laugh with...even a lot of miles apart.
I'm thankful that God chose to make His dwelling in us, even though we truly are jars fashioned from clay.
I'm thankful for 2 journalists who received a pardon in N. Korea.

We have much to be thankful for! What are you thankful for today?

Stream of Conscience (or Conscious)...whichever

2009-08-05T21:49:00.003-04:00

You know those drives you really dread taking? I took one on Monday. Ask anyone who has done it before, and they will surely tell you the drive from Evansville, Indiana to Indianapolis is no walk in the park. I had a great time once I got there, but it's the getting there (and back) that was almost torturous. And on top of the already amazingly wonderful drive, both interstates I took were riddled with signs reading "Road Work, Next 11 Miles," "One Lane Road Ahead," "Left Shoulder Closed," "Lane Shift Ahead," "Punching Yourself in the Face Would Be Better Than This." Okay, okay. That last one I made up. But truthfully, at some moments I started to think that maybe the state of Indiana could have saved A BUNCH of tax-payer money by putting this sign as I got on the interstate at the beginning of my trip:

Or maybe even this one:

At least I would have laughed.

I made it through the first half of the trip back to Indy without being too annoyed. Until I got about 30 minutes from home and ran into what you might call "a monsoon." I think I've heard it called "Raining Cats and Dogs." Shortly after it started raining, I began to notice the rain was not going anywhere on the sides of the interstate. It just kind of was sitting there. Traffic slowed to a crawl...then finally came to a dead stop. And we sat, in the pouring rain, for 45 minutes. Not moving an inch. I turned off my car after a while, and after it was raining the hardest, I found my camera. I really wish I had taken a picture 5 minutes before. It was unreal.

Now, there's something about sitting in a car that's going nowhere for 45 minutes that gets you thinking about some pretty weird things:

-I wonder if there's an accident. If so, Lord be with the people in it and the medical people.

-Wow, it'd be terrible to have to save someones life in this weather.

-I wonder if the ambulance and police people have amazing rain gear.

-I wonder how many people sitting in this traffic have to go to the bathroom.

-I wonder how many people sitting in this traffic are pregnant.

-I wonder how many people sitting in this traffic are pregnant AND have to go to the bathroom.

-Noah must have been TOTALLY freaked out when it started raining for the first time.

-Can lightning strike me if I'm in a car?

-No, the tires ground the electricity. Or something like that. I wish I had paid more attention in physics. Or whatever that class was.

-Wouldn't it be nice to know how long this rain would last?

-I'll roll down my window and ask the guy next to me if he has an iPhone and knows the answer.

-Hello! Bad idea. I forgot. It's raining. Don't roll the window down.

-I wish I could see an aerial view of this traffic to see how long the line is.

-If I had fun videos on my iPod, I'd watch them.
-I kind of wish I had this video on my iPod. It would make me laugh.

-What if someone runs out of gas here? Would they walk to get it or wait for the rain to stop?

-What if we have to sleep here?

-I'm really tired. Is it possible for your eyes to fall out of your head from being so tired?

-That would be a weird phone call, "Hey mom. My eyes fell out of my head. What?? No...because I was so tired."

-OH LOOK, WE'RE MOVING!

And we were off. But little did I know, the fun had just begun. I got off on my normal exit, 4 minutes from my driveway and the comforts of my pajamas. And because of rushing water over every road I tried to use, I did not get home until 45 minutes later. At one point, I took my seat belt off in preparation for all the water emergency training I received from watching the Oprah show. These pictures really don't do it justice. At all.

On a serious note, I was so thankful for Jesus' protection as I was driving. I found out the reason for the delay on the interstate was because a car heading southbound hydroplaned and was sent across the grass median and into the northbound lanes. And that happened literally 5 minutes before my arriving on the scene. Thank you Lord for construction and slow trucks early in the trip that kept me safe!

In lieu of Monday's post

2009-08-04T19:40:00.005-04:00

There is a slight delay in this week's Missionary Spotlight. My friend who was going to be the subject of this week's post needed a bit more time on the questions. (Perhaps my questions are getting harder and more intense? Sorry, Esther!) You'll hear from her next week. She has an amazing story and is using every part of it to bring God GREAT glory. I know you will be blessed.

So, in lieu of Monday's normal post, how about something different?

I had the opportunity on Monday night to be the missionary speaker at Chandler Interdenominational Holiness Camp (near Evansville, Indiana). I am humbled each time I am given the opportunity to share God's heart for Uganda. Sometimes, the task seems way too big, but inevitably, God reminds me just how big he is.

When I arrived at the camp, I saw these posters all over the place. Recognize that girl in the bottom right corner? Whoa. About that.

Last night, a beautiful snapshot of the body of Christ gathered under the open-air pavilion.

They fought the humidity and the mosquitoes, and were quite attentive as I shared the vision I feel God has given me to carry the baton of faith to the next generation of Ugandans. Afterwards, I had the opportunity to speak with a lot of them and was so blessed by their feedback, questions, and generosity.

Thank you, Chandler Interdenominational Holiness Camp! Praying you continue to carry your baton well.

And tomorrow, I'll fill you in on some of the stream of conscience (or is it conscious) thoughts I had while driving home. No need to be scared. Unless you know me well, then you may already be scared. But do come back. It could be interesting.

Thankful Thursday...in pictures

2009-07-30T21:46:00.008-04:00

Simply put: I'm thankful for family and friends who celebrate my life.

Sunday was my 27th birthday. To be honest, heading into it, I had mixed feelings. Something about 27 sounds old to me. Not old-old. Just old. And, I was painfully aware of the fact that it's my last birthday at home for a while. Or, as my brother says, "When you come back from Africa, you're going to be pushing 30!" Nice, Aaron. Really nice.

The birthday festivities actually began Friday, when my co-workers had a pitch-in lunch for me complete with my favorite dessert. I felt quite loved, for sure.

Sunday, my actual birthday, I woke up to this in my bathroom: (just like old times)

After church, my friend Mandy took me out to lunch. I came home from lunch to the smell of a freshly baked cake, which was a surprise because usually we go out to eat for our birthdays. My mom had baked a cake and decorated it all cute with candy and frosting and love. :) Sunday evening, my brother (Aaron) and his girlfriend came over for dinner.

Mom, me, and Mariah-We all got the green memo that night I guess

Hi, my name is Aaron, and I have to ruin every picture I'm in.

My birthday gifts...Don't judge me.

Monday night, my other brother (Bryan) surprised me at work with flowers.

Then, he went back to my house and surprised me with homemade cupcakes complete with a TRICK CANDLE!

The birthday festivities continued on Tuesday. My friend Kelsey had mentioned that my Bible study friends wanted to take me out to dinner for my birthday. So, they made plans to pick me up at 6:15 on Tuesday. That's all I knew. So, I was picked up at 6:15 to head to a restaurant in an undisclosed location. The entire ride there, I kept thinking, "Wow...these girls must really like me to drive this far away just for dinner." We get off a certain exit, and I realize we are going to the restaurant where my brother (Bryan) is assistant manager/sous chef. As we walk in, my friend Caitlin said, "We're here for the huge party." And the hostess said, "Party of 25?" I said to myself, "Last time I checked there are only 7 people in bible study." As we approached the table, even now words fail me to express what I felt. 25 of my closest friends and adopted "family" had gathered almost 30 minutes away to celebrate my birthday. I was floored. Shocked. Surprised is the understatement of the century. Here are just some of the pictures from the night.

The Bible study girls...minus Patricia.

Me with Jon and Kelsey. Dear friends.

Me with Jer and Julie

Beth, Faith, and Ken

Em and Mark

Amy

Grace, Hayley, Mark, and Noah

Joann and Tom

As my friend Caitlin dropped me off that night, I walked into the house feeling so full. Full of life. Full of love. From Friday at lunch all the way through Tuesday at dinner, family and friends went out of their way to show me I am loved. Deeply. Not because of anything I do, but simply because I was born. There's something about celebrating birthdays that brings you back to the basics. It disarms you. Suddenly, you stop trying to "be" something as people surround you celebrating who you are. This week, even to say "I'm thankful" doesn't seem to be enough. "Thank you" just seems to fall so short. I am undone. Blessed to the uttermost.

Missionary Spotlight

2009-07-28T10:10:00.002-04:00

This week has been an interesting one for me. As I approached turning 27, there were many thoughts swirling about in my brain. Many questions about my current place in life. Yesterday, I had intentions to write about a missionary I had read about recently, and how a whole nation was changed because of his obedience to Jesus. I was going to write it when I got home from work last night, but there was a storm of thoughts in my head that would not cease. Not a bad storm. Just the kind that only time with Jesus and sleep can take care of.

And then I woke up this morning and read this blog by Christine Caine, whom I introduced you to last week. And many of the questions suddenly ceased. Check out her blog titled "Here Am I Lord Send Me-Why I Travel." I pray it blesses your missionary heart in whatever you put your hand to today, in your specific ministry. And yes, you have one.

27 Years (or 14,191,200 Minutes)

2009-07-26T22:59:00.010-04:00

27 years ago today, I made my entrance into the Friedrich household. I was going to do something creative and list 27 things I've learned since then, or 27 memories I have from various stages of life, or make a list of birthday memories, but then I decided I would not bore you with those. And 27 things is a lot. 15 would be more manageable. But I'm not 15. So, how about some cute pictures? People like cute pictures, right? So, here are some of my favorite pictures of me as a small child. Correction: Small(er) child.

This is me back when I didn't wear shirts or pants.

This is me when I...well, I'm not 100% sure what I'm doing. But I found some pants I guess.

Rockin' the red cowboy hat.

Just me. Being cute.

I cracked up when I saw this. Looks like some things never change. Even then, you could dress me up but couldn't take me anywhere.

I have had a great day with friends and family celebrating my 27 years of life. I am blessed. I am loved. And I think of all the next year may hold and I am hopeful.

Thanks, mom, for giving me life 27 years ago. (Can you believe it???) I'm sorry I cried for the first 3 months solid. At least I was cute, right?

Oh, summer, where art thou?

2009-07-25T22:38:00.002-04:00

Seriously. Does anyone know where to find the pause button around here?? It really feels like just yesterday was June 1st and we were celebrating my friend Caitlin's birthday. Then, BOOM, it's the eve of my own birthday. I seriously have no idea what has happened to this summer. Have I been in a coma for most of it? I blinked and it's over. Perhaps I will blink and there will be snow on the ground. And Christmas music in the air. Not that that's all bad. Just sayin'.

Thankful Thursday

2009-07-23T22:08:00.005-04:00

Today, I am thankful:

1. For not breaking my wrist and hip after falling out of the tent on the camping trip.
2. For this video that makes me laugh at random times during the day.

3. For the smell of fall in the air today...rain + fire + cool air= amazing.

4. For being able to make fun of things on TV with my mom.

5. For a great camping trip with great friends in the great outdoors. It was great!

6. For being able to see a good friend and her family in Louisville. Love those Neeley's.

7. For sleep.
8. For being able to see the African Children's Choir downtown with my mom and brother.

9. For God's faithfulness...that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Missionary Spotlight: Meet Christine Caine

2009-07-22T00:11:00.011-04:00

This Missionary Spotlight is a bit different for me. For the first time, I am highlighting someone I have actually never met. One thing I love about the Body of Christ is the fact that, at the end of the day, we all exist to make Jesus famous. Period. Regardless of our location on the globe, our denominational affiliation, our past, or our God-given gifts and talents there is a connection through the cross of Christ that is unmatched. For this reason, I can feel just as connected to a ministry half-way around the world as I do something happening right across the street.

I first heard of Christine Caine a few months ago while listening to a Podcast from Hillsong Church. She spoke with such passion and conviction that as I drove, I honestly kept forgetting she wasn’t sitting in my car with me. As I read more and listened to more of her teaching, I discovered a few things that are undeniable. One: Christine Caine loves Jesus. Passionately. Two: Christine Caine is authentic. She tells it like it is, and desires to allow her story and what God has done in and through her to bring redemption to many. Three: Christine Caine (and her husband Nick) are passionate about bringing an end to global human trafficking.

The statistics are quite horrific. An estimated 27 million people are held in slavery worldwide. Every 30 seconds, another person falls victim to human trafficking. It is estimated that by 2010, human trafficking will be the number one crime worldwide. The average age of a trafficked victim is 14, and the average victim is forced to have sex up to 20 times a day. Christine discovered the magnitude of this atrocity while walking through an airport in Greece. Plastered on the walls were posters of missing women and children, some as young as 6 years old, which she later discovered were faces of people who had become victims of human trafficking. Christine began researching this global injustice, heard countless stories of women and children being forced into prostitution, and decided immediately that doing nothing was no longer an option.

Christine and her husband Nick have launched the A21 Campaign, which stands for “Abolish Injustice in the 21st Century.” A21 is committed to the abolition of human trafficking by rescuing girls caught in sex slavery, and bringing them freedom, justice, and hope. Currently, A21 is focusing their work in the city of Thessaloniki, Greece - with the long-term goal of moving into other areas of Europe where there is a need. You can read more about the specifics of their strategy here. A21 has partnered with agencies and organizations that provide rescued victims with legal representation, psychological and medical care, housing, and vocational training.

Generally, I ask the missionaries I highlight “Why do you do what you do?” As I have only communicated with Christine on Twitter (in 140 characters or less), this question really was not able to be asked. I did, however, come across a blog she wrote after a trip to Mumbai back in 2008 that I feel really answers that question. I will leave you with her own words:

"I have experienced every emotion possible today but I am now ready to fight for justice at a whole new level. I want to see the cessation of human trafficking and am passionately envisioned to see the A21 project fulfil its potential. I want to see women set free and children fulfil their purpose and destiny and am determined to play my part in seeing this come to pass. I have a fresh revelation and total conviction of the fact that Jesus Christ and His Church are the only ultimate hope for this world. Nick and I purpose to give our lives to this end... bringing a living Jesus and life giving Church to a dying world." (1/19/08)

Amen and Amen.

HOW CAN YOU HELP?

1. PRAY (these requests were e-mailed directly from the A21 Office)
-for fear to break over the girls that are being held as slaves right now. We have come across many girls that are so afraid to escape their traffickers because of fear that harm will come to either them or their families back home.

-for corruption to cease within the legal system in Greece. Just last year a brothel was found in the basement of a courthouse in Athens, and just a few weeks ago, several police officers in Greece were found guilty of trafficking.

-for new ideas and strategies on how to get girls out of being held in slavery

-for protection over all of our staff as we are actively taking new ground in enemy territory – and we are not ignorant of the enemy’s devices.

2. LEARN MORE
-Go to the A21 website and learn more about the issue.
-Check out the "21 Things You Can Do," and pick one...or twenty...and do it. (I personally am committing to #1 and #2 at the moment
- Check out this video or this one to hear some of Chris' story and hear her passion first hand
-Check out Nick and Chris' ministry website

3. FOLLOW
-Her blog, her Twitter , her Facebook
-Her weekly Podcast "Coffee With Chris"

We interrupt this regularly scheduled program...again

2009-07-20T23:32:00.004-04:00

I know I promised a spotlight on a group of people fighting the injustice of human trafficking today, but I am awaiting an e-mail about specific prayer requests before it can go live. I know it would devastate many of you to not have something to look at, so in place of Monday's regular Missionary Spotlight, would you care for some pictures? Don't answer that. Regardless of your answer, I'll probably post them anyway.

Our young adult group went camping this weekend. We had a great time of fellowship, laughter, falling out of tents (okay, maybe that was just me), canoeing, laughter, riding in the back of trucks, and laughter. Did I mention we laughed? A lot?

The Ultimate Frisbee group. I do not love this game, so I gladly sat out and was the photographer in residence. Almost died a few times sitting on the sidelines (that really don't exist), but it's all in the name of getting some good pictures. Anything for a good picture.

Some of us before canoeing. I love how tough my guy friends like to pretend they are.

A friend of mine from Panama City was in Louisville with her family this weekend, so I decided to drive down to see them. We went to Churchill Downs, home of the Kentucky Derby. This is a picture of Will (he's 2), jockey in training.

And last, but not least, this is me (I'm the one with the ridiculously shiny face) and Nathan.

I'm sure there will be more pictures from both events for your viewing pleasure later. Look for your regularly scheduled Missionary Spotlight Monday tomorrow, which is Tuesday. Thank you and good night.

Thankful Thursday

2009-07-16T22:11:00.008-04:00

Today, I am thankful. Care to know why?

1. I'm thankful for my friend Emily Davis. She told a story on Sunday about people she had been praying for, and it encouraged me so.

2. I'm thankful for rain today. After reading this post, I think you will be too. It's from my friends Billy and Jo in Uganda.

3. I'm so looking forward to camping in Brown County with some of my favorite people. And I may even be thankful to play Ultimate Frisbee. Or maybe I'll pass out the water. It will take some time to actually enjoy that game. :)

4. My mom and I had a great time working in the yard the other day. And I think she's thankful that I "trimmed" the plants around the barn. Okay, okay. I demolished them. I guess her definition and my definition of "trimmed” are quite different. Sorry mom. You didn't raise a landscaper.

5. I just found out a friend of mine who lives in Panama City and her SWEET children (see below) will be in Louisville this weekend. I may get to see them while they're there!

Will Neeley

Nathan "Oget" Neeley

6. I'm thankful that I had a great church service in Seymour, Indiana on Sunday.

7. I just received a message from a friend in Florida who reads my blogs who said she loves my friends that she has never met...she simply knows them from what she has read here on this blog. You're right, Parsons, I am blessed. I'm so thankful I get to do life with some pretty amazing people.

Missionary Spotlight Monday: Because You Prayed

2009-07-13T20:42:00.004-04:00

It's been a month since I started the Missionary Spotlight Monday, and I have gotten some updates on the missionaries I have highlighted here and thought it would be a good thing to update those of you who have been praying. First let me say that all of the people I have heard updates from extend their heartfelt gratitude for your prayers. For the first two, I have basically cut and pasted their own words.

The Hallahan's- "The move went very smoothly, and we are mostly settled in! It will take a little time for it to feel like home, but we're getting there! Our [support account] goal was 35% by now, and we are at 26%- God has faithfully provided a job for Josh while we wait, and he keeps growing our account bit by bit! Keep praying! Consistency in prayer and Bible study is still a struggle as we try to find our new rhythm in a new house. Please continue to pray. The boys [Caleb and Seth] are doing well, and thus far have enjoyed all the churches and nurseries we have visited! It is an ongoing request." -Kelly

Jara Sturdivant- "[Peace, clarity, and sustainability as I work at Word Made Flesh] is a constant need. I want to be in a posture of listening to God and hearing how the Spirit is leading. though we're contracted staff, i do want to be sensitive to how God's leading me. It's actually been a good month so far (with her boss on sabbatical), and I feel like a lot of favor in relationships in the office has happened. Can [praying for restoration and renewal] be on everyone's prayer circle ;). I'm trying to be obedient to being in solitude, so I'm starting off my mornings without the TV and trying to be still and journal. Pray pray pray! Our first pre-marital counseling appointment [with her fiance Kenley] is on Friday. I'm very excited. Lastly, though [my support account] is still negative, I saw an incredible increase last month with some significant one-time gifts." -Jara

Lisa Fish- Though I did not hear from her about many of her prayer requests, I did hear good news about her mom's Thyroid cancer. The surgery went very well, and the doctor was able to remove all of the cancer. AND, they did not find cancer cells anywhere else in her body! I will try to get more updates from Lisa, but it may take some time as she is out of the country.

Thank you for praying for my missionary friends. These people are very dear to my heart, and it means the world that you would pray for them even if you do not know them. Your prayers are making a difference! Thank you.

I'm excited about next Monday when I will introduce you to someone on the front lines of the war on human trafficking. Stay tuned!

Thankful Thursday

2009-07-09T22:02:00.002-04:00

I am thankful for:

1. That my friends let me go bowling with them, even though I'm so amazing at it. Or not. (I took a picture of this for 2 reasons: First, because I didn't come in dead last this game, and second because I tied with Noah, who was one of the better bowlers of the night.)

2. This video. It's of Ava, the daughter of a friend of mine who a few months ago, out of the blue, began saying "Jamie...Africa...MOVE?" And for a long while, when she would see me, she would point and say, "AFRICA!!" SO cute.

3. Christmas in July with Mariah.

4. I can read. Have you ever thought about that? I began thinking at work today just how miserable and H-A-R-D life would be if you couldn't read. Seriously.

5. My dear friend Shannon flew in last weekend from Texas to surprise her mom, and ended up making my day Sunday.

6. Good friends who make a rainy-no-fireworks-out-of-the-ordinary July 4th less odd.

Missionary Spotlight Monday: Meet the Pastors

2009-07-06T22:28:00.005-04:00

As you may recall from my first newsletter , in the summer of 2010, I (along with another couple) will be joining the WGM missionaries already established in Arua, Uganda. Arua is located in the northwest part of the country, near the Sudan and Congo borders. The Coppedges, who are dear friends of mine from Asbury, have been there for a few years doing pastoral training in the surrounding areas. Pictured below are Joanna, Billy, Elsie Jayne, and Lucy Mae Coppedge)

A few months ago, I received a prayer update from the Coppedges saying one of the pastors they had been working with had left the training program altogether. This week, I read on their blog that another pastor has chosen to leave the training. I know Jesus has a plan for the church in Uganda. In 2006, I had the privilege to take part in pastoral trainings for pastors in various areas of the country. I am convinced, now more than ever, that the enemy has an agenda to take out the church in Uganda, beginning with those who are being trained to lead.

For this Missionary Spotlight Monday, I would invite you to the Coppedges blog to read more about this situation. They have names and pictures of the pastors with their names and the names of their family members as well so you can get a visual of who you are praying for. (When you look at their names, please know that it is cultural for the last name to be listed first. So, the second name you see is actually their first name.)

Please join us in praying to see the church of Uganda is strong to pass the torch of faith to the next generation. Your prayers mean the world!

Drop kicked to Cleveland

2009-07-03T22:16:00.013-04:00

Okay. If I dropped the ball on Monday, I have now officially drop kicked that proverbial ball to Cleveland. (Why Cleveland, anyway??) I woke up this morning and realized that it was Friday...which is the day after Thursday. Raise your hand if you missed my Thankful Thursday post yesterday? :) Well, wait no longer. And put your hand down while you read...the blood may rush out of your arm, and that gets uncomfortable.

This week, I'm thankful for:

1. Old Friends
Here I am with 3 of my "Pink Lady" friends from Asbury. There were many others who were not there with us. We came in as Freshman, went all the way through school together, and here we are 9 years later.

2. New "Old" Friends
I was so blessed to connect with people this past weekend that I never expected to be able to. One conversation, in particular, blew all expectations past and present out of the water. Thanks, Jamie. I am blessed. And I would have attached a picture, but for some reason, it keeps coming up sideways. Par for the course this week.

3. My friend Jara...
Who shares my borderline obsession with all things Michael Jackson this week. I know, I know. Don't judge us.

4. Ice cream with good friends.

5. Laughter.
I love to laugh. Period. This week, I have particularly enjoyed laughing with my mom. She is quite funny.

6. I'm OH SO thankful that I'm not famous.

7. July 4, 1776

Missionary Spotlight Monday: (Sort of...Tuesday Edition)

2009-06-30T22:30:00.007-04:00

I'm going to start by saying "you're welcome." Because that's what you will be thinking at the end of this when you recall that I could have combined this post with yesterday's post about the Brockinton's. So, you're welcome! :)

As stated in my post yesterday, I was able to spend time with some of my favorite people this weekend. And I'd like to introduce you to another one of them. Jesus really outdid Himself when He crossed our paths so many years ago. I'm going to do this a bit different. I'm just going to randomly list things about Staci that I remember, things I love about her, and things I've learned from her (serious or funny). I truly would not be the person I am today if it weren't for that trip to Kenya in 2002. Thank you, Jesus for my amazing friend!

Meet: Staci (Wells) Keter
AKA: swells.com

-She's great at writing cards. I still have all of them. Even the first one where she spelled my name wrong.

-During my Senior year, we met every Wednesday for lunch, and she dubbed it "Wacky Shirt Wednesday" just because she had enough shirts that fell in that category.

-Every interaction with Staci, WITHOUT FAIL, leaves me desiring more of Jesus and His Word.

-Once in Kenya, we were staying in a room with three beds but only needed two. It got cold most nights there, and we took turns using the door mat as extra covers until the last night, our friend Allison drew our attention to the clean covers on the third bed.

- When we were in Kenya, we were on a long van trip between ministry locations. I remember the members of our team being in the midst of a pretty serious conversation when suddenly, Staci interrupted by saying, "I love these jeans. They just fit well and I love the color. We only talk about deep things." The joke "We only talk about deep things" has since stuck.

-We used to make pizza together from scratch. And now every time I have pizza from scratch I think of her.

-I cannot empty the dishwasher without thinking of Staci. She once said it was her least favorite chore, so she made it a race. She always tried to see if she could do it faster than she did the last time.

-Staci has been the recipient of NUMEROUS "20 Questions" e-mails from me. And she has responded to every single one.

-Once, when we were in Kenya, as we were visiting a home for street boys, Staci said she wanted me to be the one to share with them if they asked someone to. God used that moment to alter the course of my life forever. I learned that day to "always be prepared...to give the reason for the hope that you have." (1 Peter 3:15)

-She was part of one of the funniest moments of my life, to date. Now, every time I see this picture, I go into the silent laugh almost instantly.

If you don't know the story, please ask. It may change your life. Or at least the way you view this piece of art.

-Staci has taught me a lot through the years about being obedient to Jesus. Regardless of what it costs. Regardless of your situation. No excuses. No holding back. Staci has taught me what it means to choose Jesus daily, every day, in every aspect of the day.

-Always a truth-teller. Even when it was difficult.

- Staci (with her husband Wycliff and two amazing boys) currently minister with the Africa Gospel Church Baby Center in Kenya. Her love for the least, last, and lost has changed me.

-One time, Staci and I planned to meet at a McDonald's on the Southside of Indy during one of her trips back to the states. I ended up at one McDonald's and she was at another. And really, I'm not sure either of us were surprised.

- I vaguely remember her saying that she "loved" the movie "Win a Date With Tad Hamilton" and "Bend it Like Beckham." At the time, I thought no one over the age of 13 and a half enjoyed these movies, but I watched both with Staci in one night. Haven't seen them since, but it still makes me laugh that she enjoyed the movies so much.

-Staci has walked with me through some pretty tough and dark things. And she has always pointed me to Jesus in the midst of them. She encouraged me to find Him in the midst of the darkness, and to cling to Him with all I had. And I would not be where I am today without it.

For those who don't know Staci, perhaps these are just words to you. And perhaps you have stopped reading. But even as I sit here, I feel as though I have only scratched the surface. I thank God for who He has created Staci Wells Keter to be, and for her obedience to be used as an agent of transformation in my life.

Perhaps these last two posts bring someone to your mind. Someone who has stepped into your life and left it forever changed. Someone whose words have been life to you. I would encourage you, if at all possible, to let them know. And as you reflect on the redemption that has come to you through Jesus' work in them, may you have the courage to step into someone else's life and do the same, in Jesus' name.

Missionary Spotlight Monday: (Sort of)

2009-06-30T00:31:00.007-04:00

I have a confession to make. I dropped the ball. My five year college reunion was this weekend, and I forgot to think ahead to this week's blog. And I didn't realize it until yesterday on my way home. So, as a result, today's blog will be quite different. Different focus. Different challenge to you.

I'd like to introduce you to three people (two today and one tomorrow) who have had a profound impact on my life. Each one has played a crucial role in helping me get to the place I am today. They have affected the life of this missionary. By no means are they the only ones, but after seeing each of them this weekend, I was reminded of the fact that I would not be on the journey I am without them. Dr. Dennis Kinlaw once said, "Everybody's redemption begins in somebody else." And I know this is true because of these people.

Meet: Joe B. and Willa-Sue Brockinton

I first met Joe B. and Willa at Asbury College in August 2000. They were the faculty advisers who were basically "parents" to our incoming freshman class. My first memory of Joe B. occurred shortly after my mom drove away, leaving me in a new place with people I did not know for the first time. I was walking to the dorm after having a class picture taken, and Joe B. was walking in the opposite direction. He called me by name, stopped, and took the time to find out how I was doing and what he could do to make the transition easier. As I walked away from that conversation, I had no idea that he and his wife would quickly become tremendous agents of transformation in my life.

Through countless conversations over dinner, over coffee, on the sidewalk, sitting in their home, meeting in their offices, in the cafeteria, at Fiesta Mexico, my life began to change. Both Joe B. and Willa continually challenged me to think BIG of God, that what He says is true, that He is faithful and can be trusted. They always prayed that His Agape, unconditional love would be a tangible reality in my life. They were relentless in helping me to discover (and ultimately believe) what Jesus says about me, and encouraged me to allow it to change how I view the world.

Throughout the years, Joe B. has become the father-figure I so desperately needed. His consistency, wisdom, and unconditional love has been life to me. Just as he did that first interaction on the sidewalk, he goes out of his way to make me feel loved and important. He has taught me so much about the character of God because he continuously seeks to become more like Him. On a less serious note, he can play the harmonica, takes a lot of pictures, and is a huge Georgia Bulldogs fan. (But I don't hold that against him.) And Willa-Sue is, quite possibly, one of the most authentic and genuine people I've ever met. Loves unconditionally, and lives to serve. She was one I knew I could trust with any confidence or question, a woman of integrity who walks in truth. I knew when she said she was praying for me that she actually was. Her love for Jesus and His word changed my life. (As did her strawberry shortcake, but I'm resisting the temptation to talk about it.)

The Brockinton's are people who may never win awards or accolades that make them known throughout the world. But, by simply living life, they have changed mine. And I am forever grateful. If "everybody's redemption begins in somebody else," I wonder...Whose redemption will I get to celebrate as a direct result of the redemption that started in me that started in them. And how about you? Someones redemption is beginning in you. Whose?

Thankful Thursday: Episode 3

2009-06-25T17:03:00.004-04:00

Today, there is much to be thankful for. Quite the random list, if I don't say so myself.

It's June 25th. That means it's exactly 6 months until Christmas day. Enough said. (And you're welcome for resisting the temptation to upload a "Countdown to Christmas" ticker. Because I thought about it.)
A phone call from my friend Becki R.
Getting to see an old friend from high school tonight who is in town from Boston.
An amazing dinner with my amazing brother on Sunday. Oh how I love him.
My mom, who has been in Alaska for 2 whole weeks, is coming home tomorrow.
My 5 year college reunion is this weekend. Weird.
Those who are partnering with me in prayer and financially to see God's vision for Uganda come to pass. If that's you, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.
That Jesus calls us to do life with people. That what I experience, good or bad, does not have to be experienced alone.
Good truth-telling music. Like this and this.
That there are videos like this that make me go into the silent laugh EVERY TIME. It's just like a mini-mall. Ya'll.

And, as an added bonus, what I'm NOT thankful for...yet.

The chipmunk that refuses to leave my garage. And subsequently made me almost wet myself as I approached my car today.

Lessons learned while pushing a lawn mower at 9:15 PM

2009-06-24T21:47:00.003-04:00

I think somewhere along the way, I missed the memo that Indianapolis now is on the "Rainy Season" plan. The question is no longer "if" it will rain, but "when."

Now, I'm no meteorologist. But when, on a daily basis, the radar looks like the Jolly Green Giant bled all over the screen (see picture below), it means rain. And probably lots of it.

Today, the Green Giant must have found some band aids, because the radar actually was clear. HOT as all get out, but clear. I came home from work and began planning my day off tomorrow. I'm leaving town for the weekend, so mowing the lawn was on the top of the list. After eating dinner and relaxing a bit, I decide to check the weather for tomorrow. Sure enough: RAIN. ALL DAY. And rain makes grass grow. And it had already grown because of all the rain before. You following all this?

So, at 8:20, I reluctantly put on my old shoes and fired up the lawn mower. Knowing it gets dark here at approximately 9:23, that gave me an hour and three minutes to mow the front and back yard. Needless to say, I was rushing. Generally, some of my best praying is done while mowing the grass. And I always pray for certain people when I get to certain places in the yard. (Weird, I know.) But not today. I was focused. I was on a mission. I had a job to do. Quickly. I HAD to beat the dark and finish before the rain comes tonight. And as I mowed, I feel like God was using something very simple to show me some very profound truths about life.

1. I could have decided it wasn't worth it. After all, I was relaxed, had JUST finished dinner. And, heaven forbid, it wasn't in my PLAN! How like us in life at times? God calls us to something. We think our PLAN is better. We are content, comfortable. We ask, "Is it really worth giving up those things?" I mean, does it really matter if I cut the grass today or in three days? But then I realized, if I didn't do it, it wouldn't get done. Period. Same goes for what God is calling you to. As a friend of mine once said, "If not you, then who?" The call is always worth the cost.

2. I mowed with a sense of urgency. Why? Because the dark was coming. Whether I mowed the grass or not, the sun would set and darkness would come. So, why not mow while there was still light? In life, God has called us to shine His light wherever we go. You don't have to look far to see that darkness is all around. Depression, hopelessness, disease, fear of tomorrow. Darkness is a reality. But I have to choose to believe that, as a child of God, the light of Christ within me has the power to defeat the impending darkness. Whether we choose to shine our light or not, the darkness is there, or at the very least, is coming. So, why not shine our light? What is at stake if we don't?

3. One hour and three minutes was EXACTLY the amount of time needed. I thought for a few minutes before actually putting on my shoes and starting to mow. If I had waited any longer, finishing the task would have become very difficult, if not impossible. I was reminded that the time to act was "now." As I step into this season of preparing for what Jesus has in Africa, there are many things that are unknown; many things that are somewhat scary. People are quick to come up with excuses or reasons for me not to go "NOW." I even told myself some of them for a while. But "now" takes obedience and faith. The circumstances will never be "just right" according to us. (That's a blog that can stand alone.) There is darkness out there that needs light NOW. Your light. Mine. Whether we obey and shine or not, the darkness is there. Why not use the time we have? Shine NOW. There are people waiting for Christ in you. At home, at work, across the street, across the ocean. If Jesus is calling, obey...today.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go check the status of the Jolly Green Giant's flesh wounds. Also known as the Indianapolis Doppler 6000.

Praying through your closet

2009-06-23T14:17:00.007-04:00

As I was doing laundry the other day, I took particular notice of the tags on my clothes. Do you realize (unless you only by U.S products) that there is literally a world in your washing machine? I saw countries like Indonesia, India, the Philippines, Taiwan, Sri Lanka, China, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Cambodia.

I began to think about the fact that in our global society, the world is LITERALLY at our fingertips. We often look at the problems of the world and think "it's just too much." But I have been challenged by just how easy it is to "pray through my closet." As I put my clothes on in the morning, I have begun praying for the church in these places. Some of the churches meet underground, some a persecuted. Some have few members. Some of these countries are dominated by other religions. Some are experiencing tremendous oppression. I pray for the government (as 1 Timothy 2:1-2 commands). I pray for peace, justice, and truth to reign.

Are you looking for a practical way to get involved in what Jesus is doing in the world while doing life exactly where you are? Perhaps you can join me in praying through your closet.

Missionary Spotlight Monday: Meet Lisa Fish

2009-06-22T20:08:00.007-04:00

Disclaimer: I'm not sure why the formatting wouldn't let the paragraphs show up. Sorry about that. I worked and worked at it, but to no avail.

I met Lisa Fish when I spent the summer of 2006 in Uganda. Strangely enough, I think she was only in the country for about 5 days while I was there, but I connected with her very quickly. Being an Asburian who is familiar with Indianapolis didn't hurt, I'm sure. :)

Lisa is originally from New Jersey, where she spent the first 10 years of her life. After completing her high school years in Pennsylvania, she attended a 1-year bible college in Colorado, and then went on to Asbury College in Kentucky. (Quite the traveler already! And she's only in college at this point!) When Lisa is in the states, she calls Zionsville, Indiana home.

While at Asbury, Lisa went to Kenya on a summer trip, where she met many World Gospel Mission missionaries serving on the field there. After this trip, she felt the Lord leading her to apply to become a missionary with WGM. Her first appointment was as a short term "Volunteer in Action" in Bolivia, where she taught Bible and social studies at the Santa Cruz Christian Learning Center. She completed two four-year terms in Bolivia, and was then transferred to the Uganda field, where she is currently serving.

Lisa has a heart for youth. She desires to see them come to know in a real and personal way the freedom and life that Christ has to offer. Her work in Uganda pairs her gifts and her passions perfectly. She teaches history and Bible at Heritage International School (remember Josh and Kelly's story?) She also coordinates youth ministries at HIS, working with about 40 teens in grades 7-12 from about 17 nations.

When she is not at the school performing her duties there, Lisa also has been central in the training of youth pastors in the Africa Gospel Church congregations around Uganda. (The Africa Gospel Church is the network of churches WGM partners with in Uganda). They have about 30 youth pastors in the training program, being discipled as they lead the youth in their areas. Last year they were able to turn the leadership of this ministry over to an African, thus allowing Lisa to "work herself out of a job."

She has also recently taken on the role of Volunteer coordinator for the Uganda field. She plans ministry logistics for the volunteers who come for up to 2 years with the Volunteer in Action program, making sure they are plugged in and engaged for their entire time in Uganda.

It is Lisa's heart that in everything, every interaction, every relationship, every student, and every conversation, that she would minister truth and light in Jesus' name. She said, "I’m here for Jesus. If He chooses to call someone to His heart and salvation through something I can do, so be it." May we all have that same heart's cry wherever we find ourselves.

You can join Lisa and her ministry in Uganda by praying with her:

Her ministry at H.I.S- There are social issues like drugs and alcohol temptations as well as simple teen rebellion. Pray for the seeds being planted will take hold and grow as the faculty and staff minister there.
Staff needs at H.I.S- This is always a major prayer concern this time of year. Pray the open positions would be filled by those Jesus is calling. Pray for those raising support who are scheduled to arrive in August. Could Jesus be calling you to fill some of these needs?
Youth Pastor Training- Pray for faithful youth pastors to assist the main trainer. His name is Mugisha Emmy. Pray for wisdom and guidance for Mugisha as well. He has an amazing heart for the youth of Uganda.
Her family- Lisa's mom was recently diagnosed with thyroid cancer. Pray for her surgery on June 25th. Pray for her siblings in the states, Randy and Abby. Pray for her sister Karen (and her family) who are missionaries in Cameroon.

If you'd like to read more about my friend Lisa, feel free to visit one of the following:

1. Her blog

2. Her home on the WGM website

3. Check out this video on YouTube.

2009-06-21T16:00:00.006-04:00

"Christians seem to have the amazing ability to say the most wonderful things without actually believing them...." -John Stuart Mill

I read the above quote in a blog a few weeks ago, and have not been able to escape the echo of it since. Because I have a hard time taking things at face value, and because I am surrounded by people affectionately known as “the Accuracy Police,” I did a little reading on Mill. Surprisingly, he was not a churchgoer. He was a British philosopher in the 1800s whom some called agnostic, while others dubbed him atheist. Regardless of his beliefs, I did find his observation of some Christians (including myself at times) to be quite accurate.

And then I got to thinking. Imagine what would happen if we actually believed what we say? How would we live differently if what we said was true actually became truth to us? Imagine if the words we read in Scripture really are true? How would our lives be different? And what’s more, how would the lives of those around us be different?

Imagine if, instead of just saying these things, we (no, let me make it personal, if I) actually believed:

-“the word of the Lord is right and true; he is faithful in all he does.” (Ps. 33:4)

-“my God turns my darkness into light.” (Ps. 18:28)

-“Our God is a God who saves; from the Sovereign Lord comes escape from death.” (Ps. 68:20)

-“if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!” (2 Cor. 5:17)

-“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! (1 John 3:1)

-“Perfect love drives out fear.” (1 John 4:18)

-“Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” (2 Corinthians 3:17)

-“the Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations…” (Deuteronomy 7:9)

-“Everything is possible for him who believes.” (Mark 9:23)

-“he who promised is faithful.” (Hebrews 10:23)

-"The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.” (Psalm 103:8)

-“For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.” (Psalm 100:5)

-“And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:19)

-“we are more than conquerors through him who loved us…” (Romans 8:37)

And the list could go on and on. Imagine what would happen if we really believed God is who He says He is; that He really can do what he says He can do? What would we have faith for that we do not? What prayers would we pray that we do not? What conversations would we have that we do not? What forgiveness would we extend that we have not? What peace would we have that we do not? What freedom would we know that we do not? And what about those around us? What life would they see that they do not? What love would they know that they do not? What freedom would they experience that they have not?

John Stuart Mill may have been right about the Christians of his day. But this is a new day. May we choose, this day, and every day, to live like we truly believe what we say we believe. It has the potential to change not only our lives, but the lives of those around us. Just imagine…

Thankful Thursday: Episode 2

2009-06-18T23:34:00.007-04:00

So, I'm going to keep this short and sweet, and will elaborate more later when I actually have time to think clearly. Today, I am so very thankful for two groups of people. (And, no, these aren't the ONLY people I'm thankful for.)

On separate occasions this week, I have found myself thankful beyond words for:

Patricia, Caitlin, Julie, Kelsey, Mandy, and Emily. Also known as my Bible Study girls. There truly are no words. But, I will give it a feeble attempt soon.

And secondly:

For the amazing life, truth, grace, and love both groups have brought to me, I am forever thankful. My cup truly runs over.

Missionary Spotlight Monday: Meet Jara Sturdivant

2009-06-15T19:37:00.006-04:00

Jara and her fiance, Kenley

I’m happy to introduce you to a dear friend of mine. I’m not even sure the circumstances surrounding the beginning of our friendship. I can assure you this: there was laughter. Jara is one of the funniest people I know. She taught me the art (and yes, it is an art) of how to pull off successful (and believable) run-ins with swinging doors, and how to trip and fall at a moment’s notice. We spent MANY hours doing prank phone calls that we still laugh about to this day. (They were harmless, of course.) For all the things she taught me while being total goofs in college, she has taught me so much about how to really love people. She has taught me about redemption. She has taught me about consistency. She has taught me about Jesus. I hope, as you read about my friend Jara that you will get to know this side of her.

Jara spent her early years in Indiana and Michigan but claims Franklin, TN as “home.” It was in Franklin that she accepted Christ at her local church. From elementary school to high school, Jara learned about Christ's love for others through mission trips, her family and church. At Asbury College, she learned more about Christ's love for the poor but she didn't know in what capacity she could serve Him. Jara graduated from Asbury in 2003 with a bachelor of arts in journalism, and went on to The University of Memphis to earn her master's degree in journalism.

In Memphis, Jara put the puzzle pieces of her life together. Through the university she worked with The Teen Appeal, a citywide high school newspaper for Memphis City Schools. It was through this opportunity that she realized that everyone needs the chance to show and know their potential and that no one should be looked down upon because of age, race, or affiliation. Jara received her master's degree in journalism in August. Jara is now the Advocacy Coordinator at Word Made Flesh headquarters in Omaha, Nebraska.

As Advocacy Coordinator, Jara, along with other staff members in the advocacy department, helps to amplify the voice of the world’s poor and most vulnerable. Jara firmly believes the poor have a voice, and makes sure their voices are heard through stories, pictures, sounds, and other outlets. Jara works very closely with The Cry, the quarterly journal put out by Word Made Flesh that contains stories and reflections from staff and overseas partners working in various fields with the organization. Her department also coordinates short term programs that connect participants with God’s heart for the poor as they minister to and build relationships with people in 10 different countries. Jara works heavily with The Cry, the Word Made Flesh website, and other print pieces that go out. She said, “I support our department through logistics and scheduling and general good laughter.” (See? Even SHE thinks she’s funny.)

Jara does what she does because she loves the power of a story and has a passion for working toward justice and awareness of issues that are across the street and around the world. She got her start on the missions journey as a child. She says God used her mom’s compassionate and servant heart for the poor to introduce her to God’s heart for the poor. In participating in various missions trips, Jara knew it was not about her providing anything to people, but being willing to participate in what God was already doing among these communities. I think Jara sums everything up when she said, “When I was in Sierra Leone a staff member reminded me that God will work with or without us...it would be nice if we would help.”

Now that you know more about Jara, how can you join her?
1. Pray

Pray for peace, clarity, and sustainability as she works with Word Made Flesh.
Her boss is currently on sabbatical, which means increased responsibility and the absence of a good friend.
Pray for restoration and renewal. She’s had a busy few months and is desperate for it.
She is getting married!!! Pray for her and Kenley as they plan, that they would be able to enjoy this part of the journey together.
Pray for her support account. Pray that Jesus would continue to provide consistent, committed supporters.

2. Subscribe to The Cry

3. Read her blog

4. E-mail her at jara.sturdivant@wordmadeflesh.org. Be sure to ask her about Creek Road. :)

Thankful Thursday: Episode 1

2009-06-11T20:53:00.005-04:00

John Milton once said: "Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life
and the world."

Everyday epiphanies. I love that. And as I begin to record things I'm thankful for, I hope I will allow the small things, the unexpected and "everyday" things to change how I experience life and the world in its fullness. So, without further ado:

Today I am thankful for:

-My upcoming visit with the Mayo's, fellow missionaries on a brief visit to the U.S from Uganda. What profound impact they have had on my life! (Pictured below are Jordan, Lisa, Ethan, and Lisa's Tea, which she rarely goes without. Lisa's husband is not pictured.)

-The fact that I smile EVERY TIME I think of sweet Ava saying, "Jamie...Africa...Move??"

-Movie channels that play Christmas movies on days that are rainy and when I need something to lift my mood.

-Pay day

-A coworker making me laugh hysterically before the work day even started.

-More work hours next week. A true answer to prayer!

-An unexpected phone call from my friend E-moon. LOVE her! I hope to see her in July!

What are you thankful for?

Happy "Thankful Thursday" Eve!

2009-06-10T22:03:00.006-04:00

I know. Between "Missionary Spotlight Monday" and "Thankful Thursday," there's an awful lot of alliteration going on around here. I can't help it. I'm a sucker for alliteration.

So, I mentioned in this post that I would have two new "features" arrive to my blog this week. The first was Missionary Spotlight Monday. Tune in next week to meet one of the funniest people I know. She can read the newspaper and I would laugh hysterically. But as funny as she is, she is quite serious about her faith and about seeing justice come to the poor and broken.

Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes. Tomorrow, I am beginning a new weekly feature focusing on being thankful. Our young adult group has been challenged to really look at what we are thankful for, and to be sure to let others know about it. (I admit, Kel, I'm not great at it yet). But, I decided after reading my friend Julie's blog, I'd give it a whirl on my blog. Each day, Julie, her husband, and each of her 4 children report what they are thankful for. My answers won't be as cute as theirs, but at least I can give it a whirl.

So, in a world where:

-"the glass is always half-empty"

- "you can't have your cake and eat it too"

-"if it looks too good to be true, it probably is"

- "if it can go wrong, it will"

-"everything that goes up, must come down"

-we are prone to ask, "What's WRONG with this world??"

I plan to be more alert to what is going RIGHT in my world. To see the forest for the trees, not just as a dark place with a narrow trail that stands between me and the next town over. Beginning tomorrow, I will take Thursdays on my blog to just be thankful. And I will be specific. No cop-out "I'm thankful for nice weather," or "I'm thankful for a job" (not that those things are not good or true) but I plan to be specific because many times, it's the little things.

What are you thankful for? Perhaps you can join me in this.

And speaking of thanksgiving...The entire time I've been typing, this is what is going through my head. Again, I can't help it. I'm a sucker for alliteration and movie quotes. And Christmas.

Missionary Spotlight Monday: Meet the Hallahan's

2009-06-08T08:00:00.033-04:00

I would like to take this first "Missionary Spotlight Monday" to introduce you to a family who has become very dear to me. The Hallahan's are Josh, Kelly, Caleb (2 1/2 years old), and Seth (1 year old). I went to college with Kelly, but did not really get to know her well until December of last year when we discovered we will be serving in Uganda together.

Currently living in New Jersey, Josh and Kelly (and their sweet boys) are on the same journey I am of building a team of supporters and prayer warriors in preparation for their time in Uganda. Kelly has always had a heart for missions. At 13, she said "yes" to Jesus' plan for her future. Josh, on the other hand had a longer journey to get to this point. He told his children's pastor at one point that he would do anything in the world except be a missionary. And, he said, if God did convince him to be a missionary, it would never be to Africa. Famous last words, right?

After graduating from Asbury, Kelly spent a year teaching at Heritage International School in Uganda. Josh was still in College back home, and God was beginning to really change his heart for missions. For their first five years together, Josh has been a youth pastor at a church in New Jersey. After getting a bit restless, they began to pray about what the next step would be for their family. It became quite clear that the next step would be to serve Jesus in Uganda with World Gospel Mission.

While in Uganda, their ministry will be focused on two areas. Josh will be the Campus Pastor at Heritage International School (where Kelly taught for a year after college). This is a school in Kampala (the capital of Uganda) that ministers to kids from around the world who call Kampala their home for awhile. As campus pastor, Josh will plan chapels, hang out with the students, and lead the youth group. Many kids at Heritage struggle with their identities and a sense of loneliness that is unique to their situation. People come in and out of their lives pretty quickly, and the Hallahan's will provide a sense of stability, and by doing so, will point them to Jesus. And as a cool by-product, they could potentially go back to their "home culture" as missionaries themselves!

Josh and Kelly will also be doing leadership training and discipleship at Kampala International University, challenging students in their walk with Christ- helping them to grow deeper in their knowledge of and relationship with Him. (The exciting thing about this ministry is only about 1% of Africans reach the university level- so they really have an incredible opportunity to minister to and influence the leaders of the next generation in Africa!)

So, now that you know a little about them, how can you join them in Uganda?

1. Pray! There are some specific things they have asked me to let you know about below:

They will move in with Josh's parents on June 22nd. There will be 4 generations under one roof, as Josh's grandmother will also be there. Pray for family dynamics, for peace, and patience.
Their support account. They hope to be 35% funded by end of June.
Faithfulness in their own relationship with God (prayer and Bible Study) so their hearts are filled continually.
Pray for their boys as they travel. That God would give them grace as they go from church nursery to church nursery as Josh and Kelly share God's heart for Uganda at various churches. Pray that this time draws their boys closer to the Lord, and that they would see the excitement that comes when you trust Jesus.

2. If you'd like to know more about the Hallahan's:
Blog: http://www.thehallahans.blogspot.com/
WGM website: www.wgm.org/hallahan

Coming Soon to a Blog Near You: Missionary Spotlight Mondays

2009-06-07T13:37:00.000-04:00

So, I was doing some thinking this week about how to more effectively use my blog. I mean, it's great for me to tell you just how much a brownie can change your life, or tell you what my thoughts are on events from the day, but I kept thinking there could be more.

I've decided to do two things each week with my blog. I'll tell you about one today, as it begins tomorrow.

Missionary Spotlight Monday

Each Monday, I will take the time to introduce you to missionaries in all areas of life. Those who serve in foreign lands, those who serve in the states. Those who train pastors in Africa, and those who write books that make a difference. Missionaries who work with the poor, and those who advocate for them from Omaha, Nebraska. Missionaries who manage a baby center in Kenya, and those who stay home with their babies in the states. Pastors, business people, Vice Presidents of companies. You see, the thing I have heard a lot since pursuing the path of "full-time" missions is that some in the body of Christ tend to think the work of bringing light to darkness and hope to the hurting is set aside for those who uproot themselves and move to a foreign country. The reality is, each of us are called to make a difference where we are. Just because I'm going to Africa doesn't excuse me from being Christ's hands and feet in the meantime. And just because you may not be getting on a plane does not mean that your life cannot have profound impact on others around you here. So, I hope the stories of "real-life" missionaries will somehow reveal this truth to you. My friend Jara always said, "Grow where you're planted." And I will add, "Help others to grow while you grow where you're planted." I hope you will take some time to pray for each of these people on Mondays. We're all in this together.

Come back tomorrow and meet the Hallahan's, missionaries to Uganda.

One Year Ago Today

2009-06-04T23:32:00.000-04:00

Exactly one year ago today, I was driving north on 65 with my car packed to the brim, relocating my life from Panama City to Indianapolis.

As I drove, I was pleasantly interrupted along the way with updates on the pending arrival of this little welcome home present:

Faith, who is the daughter of dear friends of mine (whom I consider family, really), was born exactly a year ago today as well. So, I guess you could say a new phase in our lives began on the same day. It sure made the 12.5 hour drive go by much quicker.
And this is Faith now. Oh how I love this baby so!

And, on a semi-related note, this is the first time I have officially lived in the same place for a full 365 days straight since I graduated from college in 2004. So, I guess Faith and I have hit another milestone on the same day. Happy Birthday Faithee! Happy live-in-one-place-for-a-year anniversary to me!

June 1st

2009-06-01T23:23:00.001-04:00

I have been anticipating this day for a while. Typically June doesn't hold much significance for me. But since I was at headquarters in January, it has been a month that holds some weight on my calendar. And not this June, but next June.

June 2010. A year away, I realize. But, on my official "WGM Schedule," it lists June 2010 as my departure for Uganda. There is no specific date attached to it, so essentially, that means I could (Lord willing) be getting on a plane a year from today. Wow.

That's all. Just "wow."

Can a brownie change your life?

2009-05-30T22:25:00.000-04:00

Absolutely. If you are reading this, and you are close to a grocery store, I implore you. RUN, don't walk there. Or drive your car if you live far away from it. Once you are there, go to the baking aisle and find this box:

Follow the directions on the box, but ONLY if you want your life to be radically and drastically changed. I picked these up at Meijer last week for our Bible Study dessert, and had NO idea that they would ruin me for all other brownies from here to eternity. There are 7 of us in the group, and the entire pan was nearly demolished in no time flat. We immediately declared them "Life-Changing-Brownies," and the name has stuck. I think it goes without saying that we had them for dessert again this week at Bible Study and had a group picture taken with them.

Don't be surprised if you see another group picture in weeks to come because, unfortunately, 3 people were missing.

So, do yourself a favor. Buy a box. Make them. And let me know how your life has been changed. And, yes. We've already made a plan on how to get them to me while in Africa. I have amazing friends, I do.

Panama City...A Picture Tour

2009-05-30T14:45:00.000-04:00

As promised, I am now bringing you (the 15 who actually read this) a picture tour of my time in Panama City. Mostly pictures, some tiny anecdotes, and randomness (as always). Enjoy!

Brady Man. His parents are good friends of mine from church/work in Panama City. They helped move me out of my apartment when I moved to Indy. AND stored the stuff that wouldn't fit into my car for almost a year. THANKS GUYS!

Baby Addison-One of Brady's little twin sisters. Baby Kennedy was sleeping. I was having interesting hair issues that day and this is the best of the pictures.

If you can believe it, this was the one and only time I made it to the beach in the 2 and a half weeks I was there. OH how I had missed these sandy white beaches.

THIS was hilarious. This guy was buried in the sand, and his so-called "friends" were throwing Doritos on top of him to get the seagulls to bombard him. Obviously, he was unable to do anything about it. Those of you who know my strong dislike for flying creatures...take note. NEVER do this to me. There WILL be consequences.

"Smartie Party with Annika"
Annika wanted to share some of her Easter candy with me. (She calls me Fred). When her mom asked what we were doing, she replied, "I'm having a Smartie Party with Fred and Cool Chick." (Cool Chick is the duck in the lower left corner...he had my sunglasses on his face. It was way too cute.

I dropped Annika's sunglasses in the bay. This is Annika, Heath, and Brenda trying to come up with a plan on how to get them out. They decided to go back and get daddy's fishing net.

YAY! Heath got them out!

"Hey Mom! Look what I caught!"

As the previous picture was being taken, little Heath was playing with the net in the water. And he dropped it. It was a good 4 feet down to the top of the handle from where we were.

Annika and Heath "surveying the damage"

"Here Dad. Hold my ankles and lower me down so I can reach it!"

"Hey Mom! Look what I caught!!"

Well, you know how they say things come in threes? First it was the sunglasses. THEN, it was the net. What could possibly happen next? How about dad uses his MASSIVE truck to roll over Heath's helmet, rendering it completely useless. Good thing it was only his helmet. He almost demolished the bike, but stopped just in time.

All of this happened in a matter of an hour and a half. After this picture was taken, my friend Brenda said, "Okay, Fred, can you go home now?" :)

Will Neeley, "Moo-Cow" Rounder Upper Extraordinaire

Tank Pond...what a beautiful place to call "home away from home"

My time in Panama City was an amazing time to catch up with friends I had not seen in so long. I think the better word would be extended family. The people I worked with, went to church with, and spent time with day in and day out truly became my family away from family. So many people who love me for me, and quickly became some of my biggest fans and cheerleaders. And when I finally took the step of obedience to move home to pursue God's call to Africa, they were quick to say how sad they were, but in the same breath that they believed in what I was headed for. Thank you to all of my church family and Patronis family for your amazing friendship and support. My cup runneth over...

The Body of Christ...an answer to prayer

2009-05-24T15:15:00.000-04:00

In April, I headed to Panama City to visit friends and to meet with churches and individuals along the way about joining what God is doing in Uganda. It was an amazing time to catch up with old friends and to make new connections as well.

I was able to meet with the Missions Committee at Woodlawn United Methodist Church, which was an amazing blessing. It was quite the "full-circle" moment for me, as this very missions committee supported me on my last trip to Uganda. As I sat and told of the plans that God is unfolding, I couldn't help but notice how faithful God had been to maintain the bond between me and that body of believers. Praise Jesus they have come alongside me and have chosen to support me and the call God has placed on my life. Even as I type these words, I am truly humbled by their willingness to join me on this journey.

I also had the opportunity to meet the small groups pastor at Northstar Church, another amazing body of believers that meets in Panama City. I know the Worship Arts pastor pretty well, but beyond that, I figured I was just another face in the large crowd of people. How like God to prove me wrong? After talking with the small groups pastor, he mentioned how the staff had already met to discuss supporting me, and had agreed to join my monthly support team. I didn't even have to go through a formal "meeting" with the staff. At this point, I was completely blown away. I remembered praying so diligently at the beginning of this process, and being reminded that our ways are not like God's. And that His thoughts are far above ours. And that He can do far more than all we could ever ask or imagine. And I saw it happening right before my eyes. It was that day that I realized that I can have no other expectation but that Jesus would show up, and that He would be HUGE. What an answer to prayer the people of Woodlawn UMC and Northstar have been.

There is much more to update on about my time in Panama City and the amazing time spent with friends, but I fear that if I continue to write, people will not read this. So, I will save part two for later...with pictures included as well.

Dear Hallmark Customers:

2009-05-19T23:10:00.000-04:00

As you may know, I work part time at a local Hallmark store. I love my job because it combines many of my favorite things: people watching, laughing at funny cards, Christmas ALMOST year-round, and great people. However, in recent days, I have felt the need to write a letter to the customers of Hallmark. You'll see why...

Dear Hallmark Customers:

Welcome to the happiest place on Earth. As you peruse the store, I would like to remind you of a few things:

1. Hallmark is the happiest place on Earth. Or at least one of them.
2. Just because you waited until 4 days after Mother's Day to buy a card, doesn't give you the right to be upset when we don't have the cards up anymore.
3. We were closed on Mother's Day, so NO, we were NOT able to put the Father's Day cards out for your viewing pleasure on Monday morning.
4. We do NOT do ear piercings. Try the Mall. Piercing Pagoda perhaps. Or Claire's. They may even have some sort of "Pierce one ear, get the other ear free" deal going on.
5. If your coupons expire, it's really not our fault. And please don't say "I wish you didn't even do coupons!" I'm sure you wouldn't have felt that way had we been able to take your coupon that expired 3 YEARS AGO!
6. When you are talking on your cell phone, try your best to make sure the whole store can't hear about what you're making for dinner and when your next manicure is scheduled.

Thanks,
Jamie

The God Who Sees Me (and you)

2009-05-19T22:04:00.000-04:00

I have always loved studying the names of God. I'm so fascinated by the fact that God chose to reveal Himself in so many different ways throughout scripture. From Genesis to Revelation. we see God sovereignly display His character to people at exactly their point of need, leaving them forever changed. Monday, I encountered in a new way El Roi-the God who sees me.

The original story is found in Genesis 16. To make a long introduction short, God promised Abram (later called Abraham) that he would become the father of many nations. Abram and his wife Sarai (later called Sarah) were "well along in years" and had no children. Sarai took matters into her own hands and gave Abram her servant Hagar as his wife so she could have children through her. Later, Hagar becomes pregnant and runs away from Sarai because she is being mistreated. Genesis 16:7 says Hagar was found by a spring of water in the wilderness "along the road to Shur." Interestingly, the word "Shur" means "wall." Hagar was, quite literally, on the road to nowhere. She was heading for a dead end...a wall. The Angel of the Lord speaking to her tells her she is pregnant and that she is to name the child Ishmael, meaning "God hears." After this, Hagar said, "You are the God who sees me...I have now seen the one who sees me." She was known. The God who saw her in the wilderness saw where she had been, and saw where she was headed as well.

Monday, I encountered afresh "the God who sees me." Not because I am on a road to nowhere. Not because my back is against the wall. Perhaps I just needed a reminder that the God who WAS, and IS, and IS TO COME is the God of my WAS, my IS, and my IS TO COME. As I have been on this Homeland Ministry in preparation for my time in Uganda, I have learned more about trusting Jesus with my "is." He truly knows my need. He knows where I lack faith. And He knows the exact moment to "show off." Monday was one such day. Just a few short months ago, I dreaded getting the weekly e-mail update on my ministry account. Recently, however, I have seen Him develop my team of prayer partners and financial supporters, and I have grown to rejoice in Mondays because it gives me the chance to praise him for His tangible faithfulness. As I opened my e-mail on Monday, my jaw dropped, my heart may have stopped, and I am still recovering. (I'll spare the details, but it is quite an amazing story if you wish to hear it.) I praise God and am truly humbled to say that I am officially over the 10% mark. Some may say, "You still have a long way to go." And I see that. But I have seen the God who sees me. He sees my need.

It's just one area of my current reality, but as I thought of it later, I realized it is applicable to so many other areas. The God who is vigilantly watching over my "is" has been working overtime to restore some things in my "was," and giving me promise and vision for my "is to come."

Ours is a God who sees. He doesn't see us because we're important or because we're really amazing to look at. He sees us because it's His nature to see. It's who He is. As I have studied the names of God in the past, I always ask the same question after understanding who He is: What does that make me as a result? If He is the God who sees, I am seen. Sought after. Paid attention to. Looked after. And so are you.

Thoughts while packing

2009-04-29T23:17:00.000-04:00

Thoughts while packing:

1. I hate living out of a suitcase

2. Why does it take me FOREVER to pack? Oh yes, because I am slightly (in an over-the-top sort of way) obsessive compulsive.

3. Regardless of what time I start packing, I can never get to bed at a decent hour.

4. I always feel bad that I'm not spending time with my mom before I leave.

5. While packing, it never fails. My thoughts ALWAYS turn toward what packing for Africa will be like. I'll have to start months in advance just so I can be sure to have time to watch TV with my mom and have appropriate closure. In the back of my mind, I worry I'll cut it too close. Isn't that weird?

6. Though I hate packing...and living out of a suitcase...and the "WHERE DID I PUT MY NAIL CLIPPERS??? questions, I love, love, love seeing people I love and miss so dearly. I am flying to Austin, Texas tomorrow on a flight that leaves WAAAAY too early, but I will be spending the weekend with some of my favorite people that I never get to see. People who have been agents of transformation in my life. People who make me laugh like no other. People who I can reminisce about the old days with and we laugh until our sides hurt. People whose children are now way too big. I love them, and am sure there will be stories. Thank you, Delta Skymiles. 439 flights later, I get something in return.

Rain Rain Go Away

2009-04-28T22:33:00.000-04:00

As a kid, we were taught the little tune "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day." I was leaving a friend's house today, and it was raining. I noticed my first reaction was to be negative about the rain that was falling. My first thought was not to be thankful for the life and restoration it would bring for the grass and flowers. As I drove home I had, what I feel, is a semi-profound thought.

My friend Vera, a missionary in Kenya, has been writing quite a bit about the perils of not having rain. At this point in the year, the rains in Kenya should have already begun, but they have not. Untold struggles have ensued, and the country is DESPERATE for rain. As I drove home, I thought about what their reaction would be if the rain was falling on them as they were leaving their homes. Would they complain that they didn't have a jacket to keep dry, or that it would mess up their hair? NO! Their reaction, after such drought and lack of rain, would be to REJOICE! They would celebrate that their prayer had been answered. There would probably be some jumping involved.

As I drove, it dawned on me: The rain WILL come. We are not guaranteed a sun-filled existence. There are hard days. People say mean things. Our teams lose games. Our work is unappreciated. Friends don't call back. The bills never seem to get lost in the mail. Deadlines fall at the same time. But when the rain comes...when times are hard, it is our choice, MY choice, to complain or to rejoice. I want to be found rejoicing for the rain. Thanking God that He can bring growth and new life from it. Thank you Vera, for the reminders to pray for rain, and for the invitation to rejoice when it falls.

Triple A Saves the Day...Troy, Alabama Style

2009-04-08T22:56:00.000-04:00

I have never really liked driving through Alabama. It's a long state that, in my opinion, lacks the "wow" factor in the scenery department. There are 2 landmarks that are sort of interesting, the USA Rocket that welcomes you in, and the peach watertower in Clanton many miles later. But other than that, there's not much to look at, and the road is kind of a weird bumpy kind that makes you feel like you're driving on the rumble strips. (Don't get me wrong. There are some amazing people in Alabama...dear friends of mine even. I just am not a fan of what they have to look at and drive on, is all.)

So, I was driving along 231 circa Troy, Alabama, when I saw something in front of me on the road. I thought I was far enough over to dodge it, but the next thing I know, I hear a loud POP, and suddenly was driving on the rim of my front tire. I coast into the shady Shell gas station (that I have always avoided on EVERY trip through Troy) and come to a stop at probably the most awkward spot in the tiny pea-sized parking lot. I call AAA and they say they will be there in an hour. Keep in mind, this place is pretty shady. While I'm waiting, a lady (who I assume works at the Shady Shell Station) told me to move my car. I told her that I'd love to, but that my tire is non-existent. When AAA did finally show up, the same lady came out and told him to move his truck too. Really? Can you not see that he's trying to FIX MY TIRE?!

So, I had to find my way to a tire place in Troy, Alabama, rolling on 3 tires and a donut. The guys at Troy's Discount Tire on 231 totally redeemed the situation. They took care of my flat tire and got me on my way quickly. As I continued my drive South, I thought to myself, "MAN! Didn't see THAT coming!!" And I learned some things from this:

1. The lady at the Shady Shell Station maybe forgot her glasses that morning.
2. I need to start taking my camera places. (sorry for the lack of pictures. Perhaps on my way back, I'll stop and say thanks to my friend at the Shady Shell Station and take a picture with her...or maybe not.)
3. Unexpected situations, though they cannot be planned for, must be handled with grace just the same. I'm almost certain I need a do-over on this one.

Random Musings and Wonderings

2009-04-04T23:35:00.001-04:00

There has been a lot going on lately, but I still have yet to get into the bloggy mood. But here I am at 11:30 at night and I'm ready to type some of the most random thoughts I'm having at the moment...some serious, some not so serious. Too tired to edit, so it is what it is.

1. Yesterday, I was waiting to turn at a stop light and I saw a truck next to me that read, "We cater weddings." At second glance, I noticed it was a garbage truck. Still trying to figure that one out.

2. I'm reading a book called As We Forgive: Stories of Reconciliation from Rwanda. The book tells the stories of a handful of Rwandans whose lives were deeply scarred during the 100 days of killing that claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. The chapters are woven together so beautifully to show that each person, regardless of their pain, is on the path toward forgiveness. There are those who saw their family murdered before their very eyes who are choosing to forgive those responsible. There are those in the story who have had to learn to forgive themselves as well. Hands that once grasped weapons to harm now grasp the Word of Truth as they learn to forgive themselves. As each story is told, it is clear that running through each story is a strange transaction that trades in hatred for love, fear for peace, and shame for restoration. Often times, the victims and perpetrators become friends and even live side-by-side in the same village. As I have been reading, I'm coming to understand forgiveness in a new way. Mine toward others, mine toward myself, and the forgiveness bought in that strange transaction called the cross. Where my crimson stains were made white as snow and I was given the robe of righteousness instead of despair and shame. May I continue to accept, offer, and receive forgiveness afresh.

3. Ever wonder why, when you can't find something after you are CERTAIN you have looked for it EVERYWHERE POSSIBLE that you find it when you don't need it anymore? Yeah, that happened twice today. And then you find out there was JUST ONE PLACE you didn't look. That will drive you crazy.

4. It's kind of ridiculous that there is snow in the forecast for Tuesday. NEWSFLASH: IT'S APRIL! The good news is that I will be in the panhandle of Florida by then, unscathed by the sub-zero (okay not really) temperatures. I'll be heading south on my first trip as I build my prayer and support team. I'm very excited to see old friends, and connect with churches in the area. I'll post more while I'm there. Even if it's just pictures of the beach to make you jealous.

5. I'm finding that being a missionary is kind of like being a rockstar. More on that later. And you missionary people out there TOTALLY know what I mean.

Okay, that's enough randomness for one night. More later...If you've read this far, you're a real friend. :)

A backyard of memories

2009-03-06T13:06:00.001-05:00

I spent some time outside in my backyard today. There's something about the weather when it changes from winter to spring that beckons us outside to enjoy the sights, the sounds, the smells. Though today is really the first day of truly warm-ish (and yes, it's a word) weather, I enjoyed the reminder of what is to come.

As I was outside enjoying time with our new puppy, I couldn't help but reflect on so many memories in that backyard. My mom still lives in the house that has been "home" since the day I was born. For that reason, as I took the time to actually look around the yard, I was reminded of all the life we have lived there. I've been feeling rather "grown up" these days, so it was good to be reminded of some things. Countless Easter egg hunts with cousins in TERRIBLE outfits. :) The above ground pool that we nearly wore the bottom out doing whirlpools. The swingsets where I learned to swing all by myself and thought, if only for a moment, that I could fly. The sandbox where many "battles" were fought between tiny cowboys and indians. The same sandbox where my brothers and I used to take hammers to old matchbox cars and bury them. A few trees have been cut down, but as I looked at the location they once stood, I remember. I remember the tree that was "home base" for our homerun derby and baseball games in the backyard. I remember the tree that was my favorite to climb and have picnics. The plot of land where we would set up a tent hoping to not be too scared to sleep outside.

As these memories flooded my brain, I found myself walking inside, wishing I wasn't so grown up. It's funny, but when I was a kid, I thought my backyard was HUGE. But now, as I have grown, I see it is smaller. Or is it just my imagination has gotten smaller? Some days, I wish I could climb a tree and have a picnic, or run through the sprinkler on a hot day...maybe even sleep outside the WHOLE night in a tent! Maybe I could play homerun derby barefoot with my brothers in the spring. (Maybe I'll even hit it over the fence this time.) Maybe find a swing where I can feel, just for a moment, like I can fly. Maybe...

Inquiring Minds...

2009-02-26T23:07:00.000-05:00

I do believe it has been a few days since I have written anything...Okay, okay. Let's rephrase that a bit more honestly. I admit, I'm not great at blogging about my thoughts throughout the day, and quite often, I marvel at other people's ability to say so much in just a few words. For some reason, since I have no amazingly life-altering story to tell, I feel as though I should not waste the precious time of those who happen upon my little "plot of land" here on the world wide web. But I've come to realize that sometimes it's the little things that make us step back and think. Often times, it's the little things that make us laugh until we cry. Many times, at the end of the day, it's the little five minute conversation that changed the course of the day. So, if you are one of the five people inquiring as to why I've been absent for so long, there you have it. I have had so much to say, but nothing to say. So much has been happening, yet I can't seem to come up with words that anyone else would want to read. But I decided today that I would not make this a place only for deep thoughts and amazing insights into the depths of what I am thinking. Because, really, let's face it. I'm not that serious all the time. And if you're reading this, perhaps you know this about me.

All that to say, I hope to write more frequently about some random thoughts and things I'm learning as I walk through this thing called life. And if you care to join me for the journey, feel free. It's so much better to travel with other people. If I am by myself too long, I start to talk to myself, and that's weird. So, if you're reading this, perhaps you are up for the journey. I don't know where this thing will go, but it will be an adventure, for sure. Buckle up...

I guess I was the Super Target

2009-01-31T16:35:00.000-05:00

So, I was leaving Target today, minding my own business. I reached for my keys as I walked through the doors that opened to the frozen tundra known as the parking lot. Suddenly, a HUGE chunk of ice fell inches from me and shattered into hundreds of pieces. Instantly, as though expecting a response, I looked up at the large T above me and said, "Are you SERIOUS??" Needless to say, the T did not respond...nor did the "ARGET," or that huge bullseye. And unfortunately, no one was near me to appreciate the fact that I almost lost my life. And now, I have to agree with Ralphie's mom in The Christmas Story when she told her beloved son, "Ralphie, you're lucky it didn't cut your eye! Those icicles have been known to kill people." Correction: Those ICE CHUNKS have been known to kill people. I guess I was the Super Target today.

It's all coming back to me...

2009-01-19T21:27:00.000-05:00

Last week, I had the privilege of spending time with fellow missionaries at WGM Headquarters in Marion, Indiana for training. There are a few things I realized I had forgotten after spending the last three winters in Florida.

1. After Christmas quickly comes the torturous and pointless cold. Many days, we woke up to negative temperatures, with a windchill well below zero. I had forgotten how -13 feels, but it didn't take long for me to remember. It hurts your bones!!!

2. I had forgotten how much fun making snow angels can be. It was wet and FREEZING, but oh so worth it.

3. I forgot that sometimes, ice is buried beneath snow, no matter how deep the snow may be. As I was scraping off my car to leave Marion, it was so cold I decided to run around the car to make the process faster. Needless to say, I hit the deck.

As I drove home, processing through all that I had learned and experienced, I couldn't help but think back through the process that has brought me to this point. It's interesting how quickly we forget the steps we have taken, isn't it? As I drove, I remembered how in July, God brought me to the point where I had NO doubt that I was called to serve with World Gospel Mission. I remembered how I had prayed long and hard that God would bring a team together and would begin to prepare us to serve Him as a unified front in Uganda. I remembered the COUNTLESS e-mails and conversations with dear friends who have encouraged me to continue to say "yes" to Jesus, one step at a time. When I would freak out about the big picture, they reminded me to just say "yes" to the next step...and then the next one after that. And doing so has led me to this point. As I continued to drive, I realized my prayers had been answered and were being worked out right before my eyes this weekend. In the WGM staff, I have found insant encouragement and support. They have truly become like family in such a short period of time. Team Uganda (pictured above) have become a tangible answer to so many prayers...my own, and the prayers of those on the field. What an amazing time we had, laughing with each other, learning together, and getting to know each other's heart for the people of Uganda. I look forward to how God will use each of us to bring the light and love of Jesus to those who sit in darkness. I drove in silence as I let the reality of all of this sink in...That was Thursday. It's Monday night and I'm still speechless. Will you continue to pray with us as we follow Jesus into this year of "Homeland Ministry?" Pray that we would continue to seek His face daily, and that we would say "yes," one step at a time.

365

2009-01-08T22:18:00.000-05:00

"But the land you are crossing the Jordan to take possession of is a land of mountains and valleys that drinks rain from heaven. It is a land the LORD your God cares for; the eyes of the LORD your God are continually on it from the beginning of the year to its end." -Deuteronomy 11:11-12

It is a new year. And if you are anything like me, you find yourself at a crossroads--looking back at all that took place over the last 365 days, and looking forward with great anticipation to what the next 365 will hold. For me, the next 365 days mark the beginning of new journey. I have been appointed as a "Missionary Disciple" with World Gospel Mission. Destination: Uganda, East Africa. Over the course of the next 365 days (perhaps more), I will travel to various parts of the country speaking at churches, talking with Sunday School classes, teaching Children's Church, and meeting with friends in coffee shops to share God's heart for the people of Uganda. Though the specifics of the ministry I will be a part of while there are unknown, my heart beats for the orphans and for those affected by AIDS.

As I look to the journey I begin this year, I recognize the "land" I will travel on is unfamiliar territory to me. There are sure to be difficult days ahead, days where there are far more questions than answers. But there is great peace in knowing the "land" I possess is a land God Himself cares for. How thankful I am that the God we serve is not a God who, like our New Year's resolutions, fizzle out around January 9th!! God's eyes are on the land we enter "from the beginning of the year to its end." He doesn't promise it will be smooth and downhill the whole way. There are mountains AND valleys. There may be difficult times to come. But I know this, God Himself is caring for the land I am entering. And He is caring for yours too. What is your "land?" New job, new ministry opportunities, new priorities in relationships? Perhaps nothing is necessarily "new." I assure you, though, there is still territory for you. It is my prayer that as I venture out into the unfamiliar territory before me that I would be able to truly believe that my land is watched and cared for by the LORD. In good times and in difficult times. In triumph and in pain. Regardless of the situation I am in, may I know that His eyes are set on the land I am possessing...from the beginning of the year to its end.