So when Gideon wasn't really completely convinced that God wanted him to go up against this whole army... he did this little experiment. He put a lambs skin out on the front lawn overnight and told God, if its dry, and there's dew on the ground then that's what I'm supposed to do. But then he got kinda wishy-washy with that... and decided the next night he would tell God if there's dew on the fleece and not on the ground then I'll for sure know! Well after two nights of extreme weather which left exactly the same signs that he had asked for, Gideon had no choice but to take God at His word, the way he should have all along!
Now I know its a "depraved generation that demands a sign" but that much being said... wouldn't it be a lot easier if God always gave it to us in neon sky writing? You know, so everyone around you could see it too? Well, unfortunately He doesn't always. But one thing I have found. When I am particularly stumped about which road He wants me to take, sometimes I'll start down both paths at once. And then I give Him the fleece challenge.
The Fleece Challenge for me doesn't mean that I am challenging God. (i'm not usually THAT stupid) It simply means that I am human, and being such, sometimes I don't trust my heart to interpret what God is saying to me, especially heard over the cries of my own heart. Now I know that God has fashioned and molded my heart for Africa. Problem is, I don't know when or what for exactly. Then things like loosing my job come along and I look at my bank account and wonder if I could swing it... So I do the fleece challenge. Is God really setting me up to where I have less holding me back? Or is this just a stepping stone along the way? In the end it comes down to... Do I go or stay?
So I fill out applications and send resumes for both. And then I wait. And wait. And wait some more on God and His timing, which we all know is much better than ours ever has been! And dang, I hate waiting, but there's no getting around it! So I pray a lot, and God and I hash over all the pros and cons of everything and I tell Him all the fears that I have about each situation, and just deliver then to His feet, and then I wait some more.
This time the answer came in the form of a job offer. Its this side of the ocean. My heart sank a little. I wanted the job, yes. But I was also excited for what God would have for me if He gave me the other one. The adventures just seemed bigger. (They probably aren't.) And the possible joys seemed greater. (they probably aren't either.) I know a couple people who will be relieved. I feel undecidedly at peace right now about it. We'll see how long that lasts! ;)
Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Dreadful Decisions
I'm not really sure how to start this blog post except to say that I lost my job, and no, I don't really want to talk about it. But that is besides the point. As they are telling me that I am being let go, the only thing that I could think of was going through my head was, "Oh! Now I can go to Africa." Needless to say, you don't really want to be smiling in such a situation, so I held back this crazy feeling of joy and freedom that welled up as I realized I was free of a job that had been holding me in the States more than I knew.
This joy probably lasted only for the brief ride home, and then I promptly, in good 'ol Jo form, started freaking out! This lasted until I had a good long talk and mild cry with my dear soul friend while hiding out at her house for the next week. Thankfully I was already planning on spending some time with her, or I might have spent that weekend curled up in a ball on my bed in PJs. Okay, probably not that dramatic... but still...
Anyway, back here in old Manhappiness now, things start to get stressful and try as I might to not freak out again... I find the stress of my situation and the decisions that need to be made spilling into everything that I do. Totally cried when my dad was trying to give me advice about how to proceed. I think there was some concern that I was running away to Africa to get married! (Trust me Dad, I am not in a position to be doing anything so foolish at this point in time!)
But honestly, I have a position that I have applied for in Uganda, and they sounded kind of interested, which I am trying to take with a grain of salt, but its soooo hard, because I feel like hope is soaring!
I should preface this by saying that throughout this whole last semester I have been having conversations with my best friend about what is keeping me in the United States when my heart isn't in it, but wanting so badly to be in Uganda. I've known for the last 3.5 years that is where God wanted me to be, yet I've constantly been pushing it back. The myriad of excuses that I've come up with have surprised even me... I will tell anyone that asks and is willing to listen about how much I love Uganda and their culture and can tell you all sorts of strange things about it. But when it comes right down to it, I've been afraid of getting over there and being stuck without a job, or a place to stay, or adequate access to healthcare, or what have you. I've been terrified of what my parents and my grandma, and everyone that is practical in my life will say when I give up a good job, good pay, and nice little life for certain uncertainty in what is considered a third world country, or at best an emerging country.
But all this aside I have done something more dreadful than to be afraid. I have run from the very God who I was so close to in Uganda. Who guided my very footsteps there when I didn't want to go to an African country, Who held my hand the entire time I was there, and Who planted the seeds of love in my heart that I can't seem to pluck no matter how I try. Because every time I drew near to Him I could feel it. That longing of desire and the aching emptiness of knowing that I needed more than this snug little life here in Kansas. Knowing that He had made me for bigger things. And while I never would have said it out loud, I hid my heart from Him. Because I knew He would see the fear that was there, and I knew He would ask me to be obedient and quit procrastinating on the hard things. And I knew that He would demand more of me than I was willing to give up. Because its easy to give it up at first, but then when it comes down to individual items and objects, it becomes harder, until I find myself clinging desperately to the very things that will weigh me down to the grave that I so desperately fear. That grave of consumerism, living a mediocre comfortable life within the sound of a chapel bell.
And I tried sometimes to break loose from this and dance again in the sunlit meadows of Grace clinging to that desire that I knew would draw me again to Him and to what He has really made me for... but then once it started to draw me towards the path again, I found myself cowering in fear from the unknown that lay down that road and asking Him couldn't we please just stay here in the meadows where I could rejoice in Him, dare to dream, and just be happy? And allegorically, I can see His eager face above that outstretched hand fade slowly to sadness with this look that said, "Can you not trust Me, My child?" Sadly, every time that I chose to stay it pulled me away from Him that much more, til darkness and winter came to my meadow and once again the bog pulled me down until I needed rescuing again by His tender hand.
So given the chance to make that choice again, what do I do? Can I refuse the Hand that promises to lead me on a dangerous trail, but one that will bring me closer to Him? How can I? I must follow; I must obey.
I stand again in the sunlit meadow and the beginning of the path, and wait for You Lord to extend Your hand and show me the way.
This joy probably lasted only for the brief ride home, and then I promptly, in good 'ol Jo form, started freaking out! This lasted until I had a good long talk and mild cry with my dear soul friend while hiding out at her house for the next week. Thankfully I was already planning on spending some time with her, or I might have spent that weekend curled up in a ball on my bed in PJs. Okay, probably not that dramatic... but still...
Anyway, back here in old Manhappiness now, things start to get stressful and try as I might to not freak out again... I find the stress of my situation and the decisions that need to be made spilling into everything that I do. Totally cried when my dad was trying to give me advice about how to proceed. I think there was some concern that I was running away to Africa to get married! (Trust me Dad, I am not in a position to be doing anything so foolish at this point in time!)
But honestly, I have a position that I have applied for in Uganda, and they sounded kind of interested, which I am trying to take with a grain of salt, but its soooo hard, because I feel like hope is soaring!
I should preface this by saying that throughout this whole last semester I have been having conversations with my best friend about what is keeping me in the United States when my heart isn't in it, but wanting so badly to be in Uganda. I've known for the last 3.5 years that is where God wanted me to be, yet I've constantly been pushing it back. The myriad of excuses that I've come up with have surprised even me... I will tell anyone that asks and is willing to listen about how much I love Uganda and their culture and can tell you all sorts of strange things about it. But when it comes right down to it, I've been afraid of getting over there and being stuck without a job, or a place to stay, or adequate access to healthcare, or what have you. I've been terrified of what my parents and my grandma, and everyone that is practical in my life will say when I give up a good job, good pay, and nice little life for certain uncertainty in what is considered a third world country, or at best an emerging country.
But all this aside I have done something more dreadful than to be afraid. I have run from the very God who I was so close to in Uganda. Who guided my very footsteps there when I didn't want to go to an African country, Who held my hand the entire time I was there, and Who planted the seeds of love in my heart that I can't seem to pluck no matter how I try. Because every time I drew near to Him I could feel it. That longing of desire and the aching emptiness of knowing that I needed more than this snug little life here in Kansas. Knowing that He had made me for bigger things. And while I never would have said it out loud, I hid my heart from Him. Because I knew He would see the fear that was there, and I knew He would ask me to be obedient and quit procrastinating on the hard things. And I knew that He would demand more of me than I was willing to give up. Because its easy to give it up at first, but then when it comes down to individual items and objects, it becomes harder, until I find myself clinging desperately to the very things that will weigh me down to the grave that I so desperately fear. That grave of consumerism, living a mediocre comfortable life within the sound of a chapel bell.
And I tried sometimes to break loose from this and dance again in the sunlit meadows of Grace clinging to that desire that I knew would draw me again to Him and to what He has really made me for... but then once it started to draw me towards the path again, I found myself cowering in fear from the unknown that lay down that road and asking Him couldn't we please just stay here in the meadows where I could rejoice in Him, dare to dream, and just be happy? And allegorically, I can see His eager face above that outstretched hand fade slowly to sadness with this look that said, "Can you not trust Me, My child?" Sadly, every time that I chose to stay it pulled me away from Him that much more, til darkness and winter came to my meadow and once again the bog pulled me down until I needed rescuing again by His tender hand.
So given the chance to make that choice again, what do I do? Can I refuse the Hand that promises to lead me on a dangerous trail, but one that will bring me closer to Him? How can I? I must follow; I must obey.
I stand again in the sunlit meadow and the beginning of the path, and wait for You Lord to extend Your hand and show me the way.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Under an African Sun
Under an African sun, I want to live
In a small hut at the convergence of streams
Deep in a rustling banana tree glade
A simple structure of bricks and beams
It needs a big porch where we can sit in the shade
Me and my visitors lounging in style
In basic wicker chairs carved from vines
Found deep in those forests near the Nile
Under an African sun I want to kiss you
Find I can't live without you
Have you kneel and ask me
Tell me I never have to.
I want that sun to set on hands still clasped
Our hearts still 'twined when death finds us
Two souls as wild as the savanna
As free and tender as the wilderness.
Under an African son I want to raise mine
See him playing football with his Dad
Content and happy with the whole world
Never missing what he never knew he never had
And his sister, how I'll fuss over her hair
How we'll dance in the kitchen, laugh together
Have fun, play hard and love harder
Live life and learn much from each other.
Under an African sun I want laid to rest
A girl, foreign born, with a native heart
I want my legacy to be within these borders
A work of God in which I played but a tiny part.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
That Precipice Called "Goodbye"
at the edge of the precipice called "goodbye"
how do you find the courage to take that last step?
to plunge head-long into the tension laden air
plummeting through time and space
a decision that cannot be un-done.
is it truly courage?
or is it mingled with stupidity?
the loss of what could still be, what has been
clouds the mind and emotions
coupled with the dizziness of the heights
and the thrill of the danger of the fall.
for what adrenaline could be more
than flirting with the edge, dancing its rim
playing the fool for one more chance.
who can blame you for trying?
what if it had been possible,
and you had never looked back?
never threatened to take that step into mid-air.
just dare to tread there
with nothing supporting your foot
and the sinking feeling of body and soul
as you make that first startling conclusion:
your fall will not be stopped easily.
you will not escape unscathed.
should you have ever jumped?
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Quote
From "The Shepherd of the Hills":
"Here and there among men, there are those who pause in the hurried rush to listen to the call of a life that is more real. How often have we seen them, jostled and ridiculed by their fellows, pushed aside and forgotten, as incompetent or unworthy. He who sees and hears too much is cursed for a dreamer, a fanatic, or a fool, by the mad mob, who having eyes, see not, ears and hear not, and refuse to understand.
We build temples and churches, but will not worship in them; we hire spiritual advisers, but refuse to heed them; we buy bibles, but will not read them; believing in God, we do not fear Him; acknowledging Christ, we neither follow nor obey Him. Only when we can no longer strive in the battle for earthly honors or material wealth, do we turn to the unseen but more enduring things of life; and, with ears deafened by the din of selfish war and cruel violence, and eyes blinded by the glare of passing pomp and folly, we strive to hear and see the things we have so long refused to consider.
Pete knew a world unseen by us, and we, therefore, fancied ourselves wiser than he. The wind in the pines, the rustle of the leaves, the murmur of the brook, the growl of the thunder, and the voices of the night were all understood and answered by him. The flowers, the trees, the rocks, the hills, the clouds were to him, not lifeless things, but living friends, who laughed and wept with him as he was gay or sorrowful.
'Poor Pete,' we said. Was he in truth poorer or richer than we?"
"Here and there among men, there are those who pause in the hurried rush to listen to the call of a life that is more real. How often have we seen them, jostled and ridiculed by their fellows, pushed aside and forgotten, as incompetent or unworthy. He who sees and hears too much is cursed for a dreamer, a fanatic, or a fool, by the mad mob, who having eyes, see not, ears and hear not, and refuse to understand.
We build temples and churches, but will not worship in them; we hire spiritual advisers, but refuse to heed them; we buy bibles, but will not read them; believing in God, we do not fear Him; acknowledging Christ, we neither follow nor obey Him. Only when we can no longer strive in the battle for earthly honors or material wealth, do we turn to the unseen but more enduring things of life; and, with ears deafened by the din of selfish war and cruel violence, and eyes blinded by the glare of passing pomp and folly, we strive to hear and see the things we have so long refused to consider.
Pete knew a world unseen by us, and we, therefore, fancied ourselves wiser than he. The wind in the pines, the rustle of the leaves, the murmur of the brook, the growl of the thunder, and the voices of the night were all understood and answered by him. The flowers, the trees, the rocks, the hills, the clouds were to him, not lifeless things, but living friends, who laughed and wept with him as he was gay or sorrowful.
'Poor Pete,' we said. Was he in truth poorer or richer than we?"
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