I apologize! Got a lot going on.
This is really just to let you all know kinda that, first off, Im still alive! And second off, just some of the things that are going on...what God is teaching me...etc.
One thing that I have always known, but am becoming more aware of each day is just how BLESSED I am. Like I am seriously so in love with life and God and people...my life just overflows with blessings and love from God! It's incredible.
God also blessed me with an amazing new friend, named Joe. He is pretty legit and it's been really cool to see that friendship grow. I've also patched up a lot of old relationships I have and met a ton of new people. I just love PEOPLE and just being around them and learning from them and growing with them...so that has been really awesome. I do have a few relationships that are going to require a lot of patience and a few tough conversations...and a lot of tears, as I have been learning. I have a friend right now who I haven't seen or even really talked to in months. She is like, my best friend and I have seen her in months. She isn't showing up to church, answering her phone... I feel sometimes just so helpless in this situation with her. It hurts me so much to just think about how she is living right now. I wish I could just DO something. I pray for her always though...and I love her with all my heart. Right now, I think that is the only thing I really can do.
I went to Wired last weekend...Im gonna be straight up...I have mixed feelings. Even Joe said that out of everyone he talked to about it, I was the least entusiastic. And it wasn't because I didn't learn or didn't feel God or have a good time, it was just soooo different for me this year. This year I came to Wired already so fulfilled and in love that it was just really different to go to Wired with those types of feelings already. And it has been something that has been hard to kind of come to grips with. Like, I am in an intimate place with God...but I can't keep expecting like just absolutely incredible, face melting moments everyday...I don't know. So, I mean, I loved Wired and loved the experience and Marc's preaching and the worship...it's just gonna take, getting used to, I guess. One thing that hit me like an elbow to the face was just like...why me? Why was I choosen to have this life and to be a follower of Christ and to just be so absolutely in love and to tell the good news? Why does God love me so much?!?! So much that He sent His only son.... Why does Jesus love me so much that He would die for me? And even die for the people who hung Him and beat Him and betrayed Him? WHY? It's such an amazing grace and something that I will never be able to understand as long as I live, but I am okay with that. I am loved by the creator of the universe and a beautiful Savior...that's enough for me, always.
Okay, I've written enough for one night. Just wanted to catch everyone up! :)
Peace
Liz
Verse: "Say only what helps; each word is a gift." (Eph. 4:29). I wrote this verse on my hand the other day and I can't tell you how much it helped and encouraged me! What I say, whether it's through my words or body language, are affecting people. Am I reflecting the Jesus that I love or am I reflecting Liz...who is dirty and broken and a sinner?
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I'm thinking...dreaming...
I’m obsessed with dreaming. I wouldn’t even be close to the same person without them. The dreams I have and hold close to my heart are some of the dearest blessings to me!
Anyway...
In countries like Ethiopia, India, South Africa, etc., there are woman who know absolutely NOTHING about sex or contraceptives. And if they have been educated about it…the contraceptives are WAY out of their price range.
We watched a video about this in Environmental Studies and my heart was breaking. There are families living on a dollar or less a day and have to support 7, 8, 9 children. There are many woman, men, and children suffering from horrible diseases, like HIV/AIDS. Some woman who cannot afford to have another child, get “backalley” abortions (they used wire hangers or long stickes) and it puts their life in GREAT danger…many of the woman who do this die, while others become sterile or have serious other problems.
How do these woman not know about sex and their own bodies? Why is no one educating them? And why are contraceptives SO expensive for them? (an average of $30…they only make $120 a year).
My dream and prayer is that I can start and organization for these woman. We in America get condoms and birth control for an extremely low price…even for free in some cases. I would love to get something going to where I can get these woman (and men) contraceptives for free, along with information.
Please pray for me as I try to make this happen…anyone’s help is AMAZING.
Liz
Anyway...
In countries like Ethiopia, India, South Africa, etc., there are woman who know absolutely NOTHING about sex or contraceptives. And if they have been educated about it…the contraceptives are WAY out of their price range.
We watched a video about this in Environmental Studies and my heart was breaking. There are families living on a dollar or less a day and have to support 7, 8, 9 children. There are many woman, men, and children suffering from horrible diseases, like HIV/AIDS. Some woman who cannot afford to have another child, get “backalley” abortions (they used wire hangers or long stickes) and it puts their life in GREAT danger…many of the woman who do this die, while others become sterile or have serious other problems.
How do these woman not know about sex and their own bodies? Why is no one educating them? And why are contraceptives SO expensive for them? (an average of $30…they only make $120 a year).
My dream and prayer is that I can start and organization for these woman. We in America get condoms and birth control for an extremely low price…even for free in some cases. I would love to get something going to where I can get these woman (and men) contraceptives for free, along with information.
Please pray for me as I try to make this happen…anyone’s help is AMAZING.
Liz
Friday, January 16, 2009
I am a Woman
I love this. Leaves me speechless and wanting more of my amazing Jesus.
“I am a woman of no distinction, of little importance; I am a woman of no reputation. You whisper as I pass by, cast judgmental glances, but you don’t take the time to AT me or even get to know me for who I am. For to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known, and otherwise, what’s the point in doing either one of them in the first place. I want to be known. I want someone to look at my face and not just see two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears; But to see all that I am and could be, all my hopes loves and fears, but that is to much to hope for, wish for, or pray for, so I just don’t, not anymore. Now I keep to myself and by that I mean the pain that keeps me in my own private jail, the pain that’s brought me here, at midday to this well. To ask for a drink is no big deal, but to ask it of me? A woman unclean, ashamed, used and abused, an outcast a failure, a disappointment, a sinner. No drink passing from these lips to yours could ever be refreshing. Only condemning, as I am sure you condemn me now, but you don’t.
You’re a man of no distinction, but of the utmost importance, a man of little reputation, at least
so far. You whisper and tell me to my face what all those glances have been about, and you
take the time to really look at me, but don’t need to get to know me, for to be known is to be loved but to love is to be known, and you know me, you actually know me. All of me and everything about me. Every though inside and every hair on top of my head, every hurt stored up, every hope, every dread, my past and my future, who I am and could be. You tell me everything. YOU TELL ME ABOUT ME. And that which is spoken by another would bring hate and condemnation, but with you it bring love and grace, mercy hope and salvation. I have heard of one to come, who would save a wretch like me, and here in my presence you say, ‘I am He’. To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known. And I just met you but I love you, I don’t know you, but I want to get to know you. Let me run back to town, this is way to much for just me, there are others, brothers, sisters, lovers, haters, the good and the bad, sinners and saints, who should hear what you’ve told me, who should see what you’ve shown me, who should taste what you gave me, who should feel how you forgave me. For to be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known. And they all need this too; we all do need it for our own.”
(This is a modern, re-written version of the story of the woman at the well which can be found here: John 4:3-30)
Here's the video:
Peace
Liz
“I am a woman of no distinction, of little importance; I am a woman of no reputation. You whisper as I pass by, cast judgmental glances, but you don’t take the time to AT me or even get to know me for who I am. For to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known, and otherwise, what’s the point in doing either one of them in the first place. I want to be known. I want someone to look at my face and not just see two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears; But to see all that I am and could be, all my hopes loves and fears, but that is to much to hope for, wish for, or pray for, so I just don’t, not anymore. Now I keep to myself and by that I mean the pain that keeps me in my own private jail, the pain that’s brought me here, at midday to this well. To ask for a drink is no big deal, but to ask it of me? A woman unclean, ashamed, used and abused, an outcast a failure, a disappointment, a sinner. No drink passing from these lips to yours could ever be refreshing. Only condemning, as I am sure you condemn me now, but you don’t.
You’re a man of no distinction, but of the utmost importance, a man of little reputation, at least
so far. You whisper and tell me to my face what all those glances have been about, and you
take the time to really look at me, but don’t need to get to know me, for to be known is to be loved but to love is to be known, and you know me, you actually know me. All of me and everything about me. Every though inside and every hair on top of my head, every hurt stored up, every hope, every dread, my past and my future, who I am and could be. You tell me everything. YOU TELL ME ABOUT ME. And that which is spoken by another would bring hate and condemnation, but with you it bring love and grace, mercy hope and salvation. I have heard of one to come, who would save a wretch like me, and here in my presence you say, ‘I am He’. To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known. And I just met you but I love you, I don’t know you, but I want to get to know you. Let me run back to town, this is way to much for just me, there are others, brothers, sisters, lovers, haters, the good and the bad, sinners and saints, who should hear what you’ve told me, who should see what you’ve shown me, who should taste what you gave me, who should feel how you forgave me. For to be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known. And they all need this too; we all do need it for our own.”
(This is a modern, re-written version of the story of the woman at the well which can be found here: John 4:3-30)
Here's the video:
Peace
Liz
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Trust
I've realized something. I really like ANSWERS. I just don't like to be left hanging and not knowing something. Another thing I'm realizing about this...it needs to change. I will go to church some weeks or go into a conversation with a burden on my heart and I really just want the answer to my pain or confusion. I want a magic formula or something so I can just breathe and say, "Okay...if I do this, THEN everything will be fine." But most of the time (all the time) I feel lost and even more confused than before.
Sometimes, I get this "mirage" of an answer. I go along with it for a while...and then things get rocky again. I get exhausted and discouraged.
The thing that really gets me is that through all this seeking "knowledge", there's no adventure...no journey. I should be on an amazing discovery and trip! But instead I just sit and I wait for the answer, not on GOD (so...God IS the answer?). I had a conversation with Freddy recently and he said something that really got the gears moving, "There's not magic formuala! You just have to stop and have to move on." So, wait. I have to just...figure this out on my own?????!!!! No, I don't. But I do need to learn how to trust and then act on that.
Im obviously still working through this a lot. BUT I don't KNOW all the ANSWERS! It's okay to work through things for a while! It's just all about trust. God isn't gonna leave you hanging! So, like...really. Just trust, stay close to God's heart...He will always tell you what to do and carry you through. He's absolutely obsessed with us! And He is mighty to do it.
How beautiful!
Peace,
Liz
Sometimes, I get this "mirage" of an answer. I go along with it for a while...and then things get rocky again. I get exhausted and discouraged.
The thing that really gets me is that through all this seeking "knowledge", there's no adventure...no journey. I should be on an amazing discovery and trip! But instead I just sit and I wait for the answer, not on GOD (so...God IS the answer?). I had a conversation with Freddy recently and he said something that really got the gears moving, "There's not magic formuala! You just have to stop and have to move on." So, wait. I have to just...figure this out on my own?????!!!! No, I don't. But I do need to learn how to trust and then act on that.
Im obviously still working through this a lot. BUT I don't KNOW all the ANSWERS! It's okay to work through things for a while! It's just all about trust. God isn't gonna leave you hanging! So, like...really. Just trust, stay close to God's heart...He will always tell you what to do and carry you through. He's absolutely obsessed with us! And He is mighty to do it.
How beautiful!
Peace,
Liz
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