Sunday, August 29, 2010

Publish Post

This summer I've been quiet.  While my heart has been busy, my fingers haven't really been able to pour out the words on my blog.  It's not quite like writer's block, more like a dry season.  But this blog is important to me.  It's almost a way to be accountable: disciplined in both transparency and discretion, two disparate friends who are surprisingly affable companions.  Perhaps what I need to remember is that the essential practice is to speak.  My prose may not be perfect, my pictures not always frameable,  my ideas not always memorable, but they are mine.  Mine to share with you.  Time to drop the internal expectations and simply, consistently, Publish Post.
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Saturday, August 28, 2010

You are Gold - Update

You may remember a few months ago when I wrote about making bracelets for women trapped in prostitution in Germany.   The utter joy of showing them love from half a world away.  Well, my friend Krista has given the gifts away.  Please go and read the rest of the story (parts 1, 2, and 3.)  It's amazing to see what God can accomplish through simple acts of caring.  There is no other force on earth which can battle darkness like love.
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Mourning Clothes

I feel like taking a risk today. I've been hidden away this last month. But today I feel like I need to take a chance, be vulnerable and share what's on my heart right now.

I just read this post and Lauren's words kind of wrapped up what I've been processing these last few days. Lauren's been on a difficult journey and through God's mercy has grown tremendously. She's doing the Siestaville Summer Bible Study on Ruth. She describes how God spoke to her about Ruth removing her mourning clothes to be ready for what God had next.

This spoke to me because for the last 12 years I have been wearing mourning clothes.

I first put them on when my heart was shattered by a man acting without honor. Then my friend died and another layer was added. Over time and through heartache these mourning clothes enveloped me until I would look in the mirror and not even see myself, just this outfit of pain. Pounds and pounds of pain. An outward sign of inward scars.

The difficulty was that I was unable to remove this unflattering outfit myself. I hadn't eaten myself here. Exercise and dieting would almost immediately boomerang additional pounds.



Condemnation and shame.


Doctor after doctor were consulted, tests run, diagnoses given, pounds of nutritional supplements taken. I am grateful for each and every doctor. Their help was invaluable, but still they were not the whole answer.

The last four years, I have been actively seeking healing. Not just healing for my body but for my heart. I have been pursuing the Healer. Pressing in and crying out. Giving Him access, giving Him authority. All along He has taken responsibility, assuring me that He is in control of this wardrobe choice, and in His time He will change it. The great Lion's claws will peel through the layers and heal and reveal the woman within. But over and over again He also says, Wait, My timing is perfect. But prepare for your healing. So I do what I can to prepare, press in and wait.

This last month a sacred echo has been resounding, a refrain drifting on the wind until I finally heard it clear enough to give it my attention. Over and over I had been reading this verse.

Do not remember the former things,
Nor consider the things of old.
Behold I will do a new thing,
Now it shall spring forth;
Shall you not know it?
I will even make a road in the wilderness
And rivers in the desert.

Isaiah 43:18-19

I finally listened. Six days later My Healer, my Hero, spoke.

Yes, let's put on a new dress today. Celebrate! Today, the answer is not wait, but simply yes. Yes, I will heal you.

And piece by piece the mourning clothes are being peeled away.

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