blessings

there is a song that i have heard on the radio frequently as of late. it is a song that has a lot of meaning to me... laura story (the woman who wrote and performs this song) wrote these lyrics out when they found out her husband had cancer. each of us have unique struggles we go through and fight... i had an "in your face" reminder this weekend of how varied (and sometimes traumatizing) the struggles of this life truly can be... and how different they are for each one of us. there's this common thread, though, that links all of us, regardless of how insane and dysfunctional the problems of life may be...

Heartland Border Walk for Multiple Sclerosis

So, it has been a week since the Heartland Border Walk for Multiple Sclerosis started (a three day event where we crazy ones attempt to walk fifty miles). I walked with a whole lotta people who actually walked the whole FIFTY MILES! I am so proud of all of these people... they literally walk their butts off for friends, family, and total strangers with multiple sclerosis. While I can say some of us started off the weekend as total strangers, we pretty much all left as friends... how can you not, after going through something like this together?!

Personally, I made it 14 miles or so on foot. I did ride a scooter for some of it, which helped tremendously to just sit down for a mile or so before walking again. I was able to share the scooter with a friend, Mindi... otherwise I would have had to have ridden the scooter the rest of the time when I DID want to still walk some. It worked out great!

I'm already registered for the 2012 walk. I can't wait!! My goal for next year? Walk 25 miles... think I can do it?? :) Why don't you come walk with me and find out??

http://www.msborderwalk.org/

isolationistic-isms

do you ever have moments when you know you need to just write... but you're afraid of the words that might come out? i've had a few of those moments lately. i went on Wednesday and hid... with a lot of other people in a bathroom at Starbucks while tornado sirens went off (not at all my intention or plans for that day). in the midst of all that hiding, i wrote. i ended up with eight handwritten pages, pouring out my thoughts and heart in a tangible way. i don't think i came up with any profound thoughts in those moments, anything earth shattering or revealing, except how sinful and corrupt i can be. writing is often cathartic, they say. this is often why i ramble on here. i do not honestly hold any high delusions that anybody ever reads this. it is probably more for my own benefit i write--with the hopes that perhaps a phrase will come across that will benefit someone else, in some strange way. yet honestly... writing the past few days has been anything BUT cathartic...

i find myself wanting to stay hidden. to go... away, and just exist. get rid of the phone, the computer... which, by default, gets rid of people... and that is the opposite of me. i'm a people person. i do not enjoy being alone for a long stretch of time without a good conversation. i make friends out of complete and total strangers, if necessary. most of the time, people energize me. yet i find myself in a state where i spend a lot of time... alone. i'm not a fan of that. i know it is an intentional time, and i do not begrudge it (most of the time). i have all this time to read, study, learn... go deep in my studies. i love that. isolation, though... not having anybody to share with the things i'm learning about... the lack of interacting with people who know me... becomes heavy. i've been fighting that for a few weeks. i lose motivation to keep going, quite easily, in those moments. i find it perplexing, how easily i end up discouraged over things like that. it can be hard sometimes. so what do i do? i go one of two ways. i either become very isolated from people and withdrawn to the point when i DO spend time with someone, i don't really talk... or i will start writing. i'm writing a lot lately. i don't know what to do with it. it is a different thing for me to do. i'm not sure i like it. but i do it. i may keep rambling in blog postings time to time, if you find yourself incredibly bored with nothing much to do. who knows. perhaps something pithy will come from this brain... (happens time to time)!

Free Logos software?! Yes, please...

Going to a Bible College is expensive. On top of that, finding a scholarship can be really difficult. That's why I was so excited to find the Bible College Scholarship website today. Not only are they giving away a $1,000.00 scholarship and a digital theological library, all I had to do to apply was watch a short video and answer a few questions! It took less than 15 minutes. What is best of all is that if you're in Bible College and apply for the Bible College Scholarship, and put my name as the person who referred you, if you win the scholarship, so do I! We could both get a $1,000.00 scholarship and digital theological library. So, do us both a favor and go apply for the Bible College Scholarship today.

One Finger for His Glory

I read this chapter today in a book by Corrie ten Boom, Tramp for the Lord. This chapter spoke VOLUMES to me because the lady she writes of had multiple sclerosis. Oh, to be as faithful as this woman, in spite of an illness I cannot control....

And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites… And [he] saith unto them, Verily I say unto you, That this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury: For all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living.
Mark 12:42-44

“One Finger for His Glory”

We arrived at her apartment by night in order to escape detection. We were in Russia (in the region of Lithuania, on the Baltic Sea). Ellen and I had climbed the steep stairs, coming through a small back door into the one-room apartment. It was jammed with furniture, evidence that the old couple had once lived in a much larger and much finer house.

The old woman was lying on a small sofa, propped up by pillows. Her body was bent and twisted almost beyond recognition by the dread disease of multiple sclerosis. Her aged husband spent all his time caring for her since she was unable to move off the sofa.

I walked across the room and kissed her wrinkled cheek. She tried to look up but the muscles I her neck were atrophied so she could only roll her eyes upward and smile. She raised her right hand, slowly, in jerks. IT was the only part of her body she could control and with her gnarled and deformed knuckles she caressed my face. I reached over and kissed the index finger of that hand, for it was with this one finger that she had so long glorified God.

Beside her couch was a vintage typewriter. Each morning her faithful husband would rise, praising the Lord. After caring for his wife’s needs and feeding her a simple breakfast, he would prop her into a sitting position on the couch, placing pillows all around her so she wouldn’t topple over. Then he would move that ancient black typewriter in front of her on a small table. From an old cupboard he would remove a stack of cheap yellow paper. Then, with that blessed one finger, she would begin to type.

All day and far into the night she would type. She translated Christian books into Russian, Latvian, and the language of her people. Always using just that one finger—peck… peck… peck—she typed out the pages. Portions of the Bible, the books of Billy Graham, Watchman Nee, and Corrie ten Boom—all came from her typewriter. That was why I was there—to thank her.

She was hungry to hear news about these men of God she had never met, yet whose books she had so faithfully translated. We talked about Watchman Nee, who was then in a prison in China, and I told her all I knew of his life and ministry. I also told her of the wonderful ministry of Billy Graham and of the many people who were giving their lives to the Lord.

“Not only does she translate their books,” her husband said as he hovered close by during our conversation, “but she prays for these men every day while she types. Sometimes it takes a long time for her finger to hit the key, or for her to get the paper in the machine, but all the time she is praying for those whose books she is working on.”

I looked at her wasted form on the sofa, her head pulled down and her feet curled back under her body. “Oh, Lord, why don’t You heal her?” I cried inwardly.

Her husband, sensing my anguish of soul, gave the answer. “God has a purpose in her sickness. Every other Christian in the city is watched by the secret police. But because she has been sick so long, no one ever looks in on her. They leave us alone and she is the only person in all the city who can type quietly, undetected by the police.”

I looked around at the tiny room, so jammed full of furniture from better days. In one corner was the kitchen. Beside the cupboard was her husband’s “office,” a battered desk where he sorted the pages that came from her typewriter to pass them on to the Christians. I thought of Jesus sitting over against the treasury, and my heart leaped for joy as I heard Jesus bless this sick old woman who, like the widow, had given all she had.

What a warrior!

When she enters the beautiful city
And the saved all around her appear,
Many people around will tell her:
It was you that invited me here.
--Author Unknown

Ellen and I returned to Holland where we were able to obtain a new typewriter and have it shipped to her. Now she could make carbon copies of her translations.

Today we got a letter from her husband. In the early morning hours last week she left to be with the Lord. But, he said, she had worked up until midnight that same night, typing with that one finger to the glory of God.

What are you thinking??

I spend a lot of time thinking. Believe it or not, I spend more time thinking than I actually spend talking (that should give those of you who think I talk nonstop a very unique perspective…). I looked up a statistic the other day that said we think anywhere from 12,000-50,000 thoughts per DAY. That got me to thinking… again… what would a list of my thoughts in just one day look like? What am I thinking about throughout the day, to come anywhere near 12,000 thoughts… let alone 50,000? If my thoughts were put on display for all to read—would it be filled with mundane dreariness of day to day moments, such as a list of chores I need to accomplish or homework that needs to be finished? Or would it be filled with sarcastic commentary about my view of the world and its idiosyncrasies? Even more importantly… do my thoughts contain more praise to God, or grumbling and complaining about life’s circumstances?

Would I be ashamed of my thoughts, from just one day? Would I be able to read through this list without a profound sense of sorrow and shame for what is listed there? Do I spend more time dwelling upon the things of the earth, or on things above? (Col. 3:2)

Would I proudly stand behind my thoughts as the list were read aloud for the masses to hear? Or would I be ashamed to admit that yes, that’s me on display up there… revealing the darkest parts of my heart for the world to see. Would I admit at that moment, though, that those darkest moments are but just a glimpse of what I know is deep within the recesses? Why not? Perhaps because I do not myself even know all the darkness of my own heart. Mercifully, God doesn’t throw all THAT baggage in my face at one time. I wouldn’t be able to bear it. God is merciful, God is just, and if He were to give me the just penalty for even my thoughts… which is but a glimpse of the evil within me… the condemnation would be fair. But God… (if you want read some of the “but God” statements that I think upon in these moments, check these out: Psalm 75:7; Luke 16:15; Romans 5:8; 1 Cor. 1:27; Ephesians 2:4-10).

It amazes me how much of the Christian life is a battle for the mind—for our thoughts. We are called to set our minds on things above (Col. 3:2), to be transformed by the renewing of our minds (Rom. 12:2; Eph. 4:23), love God with all of our mind (Matthew 22: 37; Mark 12:30; Luke 10:27), because the mind set on the things of this world—on the flesh, as it were—is death (Mark 8:33; Romans 8:6, 7; Ephesians 2:3… to name a few...). Wouldn’t you think this is a convincing enough argument to guard my thoughts? It’s inside of me, though—you can’t see it. How does this justify thinking upon ANYTHING that does not glorify God, though? Just because I can’t be found out, won’t be “caught” for thinking about something that does less than honor who God is… somehow, that makes this okay? Pray tell, in what way is this okay? I like Daniel, in the Old Testament. “But Daniel made up his mind that he would not defile himself with the king's choice food or with the wine which he drank; so he sought permission from the commander of the officials that he might not defile himself.” (Dan. 1:8, NASB). That’s telling, if you ask me. He made a course of action, and stuck to it. How often do I do this? Can I truly pray with the Psalmist, Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me and know my anxious thoughts; And see if there be any hurtful way in me, And lead me in the everlasting way. Psalm 139:23-24 (NASB)?? A friend of mine made this comment in her blog: “…the point of asking (for God to search me, know my thoughts) is the willingness of the sinner to be laid bare before God. It reflects a heart of humble submission before a Holy God.” (if you want to read her whole blog post, look up March 22^nd’s post: bc4women.blogspot.com). When I first started to think about this, it sent a cold chill straight down my spine… Am I willing to pray that, and really mean it? Honestly, there isn’t a thought in my mind that God is unaware of—He searches my heart, something I’m not even willing to do! (Jer. 17:10)

I pray a lot for a changed heart in myself—for my thoughts to be consumed with God’s thoughts, with His word. If my thoughts are of His word, of His truth… how different it be, were my 50,000 thoughts a day read aloud to the masses…

Oswald Chambers, in My Utmost for His Highest, says this in his March 23^nd devotional:

If the Spirit of God detects anything in you that is wrong, He doesn’t ask you to make it right; He only asks you to accept the light of truth, and then He will make it right. A child of the light will confess sin instantly and stand completely open before God. But a child of the darkness will say, “Oh, I can explain that.” When the light shines and the Spirit brings conviction of sin, be a child of the light. Confess your wrongdoing, and God will deal with it. If, however, you try to vindicate yourself, you prove yourself to be a child of the darkness.

What is the proof that carnality has gone? Never deceive yourself; when carnality is gone you will know it—it is the most real thing you can imagine. And God will see to it that you have a number of opportunities to prove to yourself the miracle of His grace. The proof is in a very practical test. You will find yourself saying, “If this had happened before, I would have had the spirit of resentment!” And you will never cease to be the most amazed person on earth at what God has done for you on the inside.

So… what are you thinking about?

writing, thoughts and multiple sclerosis

I've been writing all day (so it seems). I'm working on this speech for RAMS (Rockin' Against Multiple Sclerosis) that is on Monday night, February 7th. Sometimes, while writing this, I have much to say; at other times, I have little to say. It is so easy to talk about the struggles associated with MS, because there are many... yet what I have to constantly remind myself, though, is the hope I have in Christ, especially where this disease is concerned. It is so easy to give MS the upper hand, to allow it to rule and dictate life, be the influencing factor in decisions that are made; it is easy to be a passive participant in life, thanks to the unpredictability associated with MS. I have always hated how MS tries to take over my life. It is easy to live for the next MS event instead of living all of life for the glory of God. This desire, on my end... to live all of my life for God's glory... makes this speech a little more difficult to write. I want to be honest with these people about what life is really like for me with MS--and in doing so, that means I am honest about how God works in my life through this disease. It is hard to tell someone who has a bad day that it may be purposeful and intentional, the suffering they are going through... and trying to explain that to someone who deals with the pain and suffering of a disease like multiple sclerosis on a DAILY basis can be even harder. Not just anybody has the credibility to walk up to someone dealing with something like this and attempt to explain how it may be purposeful... not even I would walk up to someone and tell them what they are going through may be intentionally placed by the hand of God in their lives. It isn't a casual conversation you have with someone on the street!! Yet... I can explain how God works in MY life, and how every bit of this disease, how it affects me, every single pain I have, every second of blurred vision, every stumbled step I take, is filtered through the hands of Almighty God. I do not fear about the course of this disease, because nothing will happen to me apart from the Lord. Everything that happens to me is for my good... and for His glory. that took a while for me to understand... and when I'm in the middle of those moments, it is a constant battle to remind myself of this truth. Constant. I know that I have an opportunity to speak into people's lives, having this disease... a unique opportunity many others do not. The hard part for me right now, though, is that I am not speaking to a group of people who have MS. I'm speaking to a group of people who are there because it is a philanthropy, they get credit for attending for their fraternity or sorority. How do you speak to a group about living with something they cannot relate to at all? What it comes down to, for me... is finding something they can ALL relate to in any given moment. This... is a challenge, to write this. Prayerfully it will make sense!! At this moment, I can't guarantee this POST makes sense, though...