Yours, Truly

Fighting

2012-01-10T22:01:00.000-06:00

After attending a truly amazing Passion Conference, I became a woman inspired.

Several years ago, I watched the movie Taken, and I realized for the first time in my life that people around the world are kept against their will and are currently trapped in lives of slavery. Whether they are being forced to do manual labor, serve as domestic slaves or are forced into prostitution, slavery is very real and is happening everywhere, even here in the United States.

That's when I decided I had to do something. When I watched Taken for the first time, I spent hours researching human trafficking online, but then lost hope when I felt like there wasn't anything I could do to help the cause.

This time, it's different. I realized at Passion Conference that there is much to be done here and now, and I can have a direct impact on the problem of slavery. I can be a mobilizer.

That's what I've decided to do with this blog. Yes, I'll probably still have plenty of personal posts, but I want the main focus here to be that of mobilizing--of helping you realize the ways you can be involved in the fight against human trafficking.

Because it's real. It exists.

When I studied slavery and the Holocaust in school, I told myself that if anything like that ever happened in my generation, I would not be silent.

Now it's time. There are over 27 million people trapped in slavery, more than has ever been in the history of mankind.

Will you join me in doing something about it? Will you be fearless with me?

I don't want to be afraid of anything other than a life of insignificance.

I want to be a modern-day abolitionist.

Will you?

internet-ness.

2011-12-23T23:50:00.004-06:00

The last few days (ok, maybe weeks) I've been totally addicted to this Dave Barnes song that he sang at a concert at Liberty. It's called Until You, and it's extremely mushy but totally wonderful at the same time. There's just something about a good old love song that makes a girl have faith in forever.

Check it out: Until You by Dave Barnes

I've also become a recent addict to pinterest.com. If you want to waste hours of your life drooling over wedding pictures and DIY crafts, this is the place to be. I lovvve looking at all the pictures. There's something very Disney-ish to me about planning a dream wardrobe, dream wedding, dream house via picture sharing with friends.

Another terrible I have to confess is Pandora Radio. I still haven't made the switch over to Spotify yet, and I think mostly it's because I love the variety and surprise of hearing new songs that I haven't experienced before. The only negative of pandora is figuring out the tricky 6 number of song skips you have for each station.

So far, my favorite pandora stations are:

Adele Radio
Home (by Michael Buble) Radio
Just the Way You Are (by Bruno Mars) Radio
Louis Armstrong Radio
Needtobreathe Radio

Have a Merry Christmas Eve Eve!

true story.

2011-12-22T14:46:00.001-06:00

ok, I since this is confession time, this has been part of the reason I've been distracted lately.

changes

2011-12-22T14:03:00.003-06:00

hello..

I finally had a friend wake me up by reminding me I hadn't posted since summertime......and I realized I've been running from this moment for a long time. but why?

I'm not really sure. I think the main motivation is that no matter how hard I try, no matter how far I think I've come in life, I'm still in a process of discovery all over again. I think I have my life figured out, I think I know the person that I want to be, and then...smack, I'm back on the floor, confused and shocked, because the reality has hit me once again. Who on earth am I? What is my purpose? Is there something more?

I think my second problem with running away is a fear that was given to me in the middle of the summer, a criticism from someone that I haven't been able to let go of for a really long time. A fear of writing, almost. A fear of being wrong.

But that's just silly, all of it.

At the risk of sounding like I'm throwing my own personal pitty party, I may be a really crappy writer. It's a very good possibility. But I love writing, and I want to get back into the habit of writing regularly again. My life seems to make so much more sense when I'm writing then when I'm floundering around trying to get the words right.

The words,

falling

down

on

the

page

like

little

daydreams

lost

from

home...

There's something beautiful about words on a page, on a computer screen, scribbled on a scrap of napkin.

The words, the living life, the remembering those moments when you felt truly alive, face flushed with the glory of God and the small role that He's given you to play....that's the true adventure.

Don't miss it.

summer!

2011-07-08T20:32:00.004-05:00

This summer, some of my friends and I went to some natural cliffs to jump in the water....it was tons of fun! (and relatively safe)

Sun, water, nature, and friends....is there a better combination?

late...

2011-06-15T23:13:00.003-05:00

So, sometimes when life gets busy, I forget to write on my blog for weeks and weeks. I think finals is what did it for me at first, then trying to get a job when I got home for the summer. I guess this is just to inform everyone (who doesn't follow me on twitter) that I am, in fact, still alive, and plan on getting back into writing soon! Blessings!

This is what I've been up to lately.....

...goood times. I'll be back soon!

yummmmm

2011-04-10T20:00:00.001-05:00

I always feel better after eating a chocolate pudding cup, don't you?

Missions trip memories

2011-04-06T11:17:00.004-05:00

Today I gave a persuasive speech on why everyone should participate in short-term missions. All of a sudden, I had a craving to be dirty, sunburned and overjoyed to have loving children wrapped in my arms as we taught them the gospel.

I think of the person I was back then, and I'm amazed to see who I'm becoming now.

I'd like to think I'm more fearless, more hopeful and more on fire for Christ than I was four years ago.

I remember being scared out of my mind when I volunteered to share my testimony after we presented our evangelical drama in Peru. I never imagined that now I would be eager to go back, test my limits, stretch myself and speak up.

I pray the Lord would allow me to go out into the world and fulfill the Great Commission soon! This time, it will be different. This time, I refuse to limit Christ's work in me!

Passion 2011

2011-04-02T10:38:00.003-05:00

Hey everyone! In January of this year, I went to an absolutely phenomenal, life-changing Christian conference for young adults ages 18-25. I literally spent most of the weekend doing some intense soul searching after hearing the moving messages and being a part of some truly glorious worship. This weekend, Passion Conference is having its second event for 2011, and I'd like to ask you guys to pray for them. The whole mission of this conference is to raise up a generation dedicated to bringing glory to the name of Christ. I know it changing my walk with Christ drastically, so I know it can do the same for thousands of students who are gathered in Fort Worth, Texas right now!

Please take a moment to be in prayer for them, and let's trust God to see a generation stepping up to the plate and trusting Jesus with their whole hearts!!

If you've never heard of Passion Conference, check out their website and sign up now for next year's event:

www.268generation.com

Also, if you haven't gotten your hands on the live CD from Passion Conference this year, it's worth every penny! The worship music is fantastic and much of it was written specifically for the conference! (Also, I'm among the many voices singing along since I was there when they recorded it live....) The name of the album is Passion: Here for You.

We wore our wristbands from Passion conference to remember to pray for the next city they enter, and now the time has finally come that Passion has moved on the Ft. Worth! Thank you Lord, for the awesome things I know you will accomplish!

"Yes, Lord, walking in the way of your truth, we wait eagerly for you, for your name and your renown are the desire of our souls." Isaiah 26:8

Unaswerable

2011-04-01T17:01:00.003-05:00

Today, someone asked me a question no one had ever asked me before. A random guy from one of my classes sat down across from me in the cafeteria and said,

"I was just wondering, why do you write?"

I was thrown completely off guard, not only by the fact that I had never spoken to this guy before in my life, but also by the realization that I had never even asked myself that very important question. Why do I write? Why do I even bother keeping a blog? (Since most days I think no really cares about what I write anyway) Why do I sit down, think, put my fingers to the keyboard or pick up my favorite Sharpie pen and write?

I honestly don't really remember what I told the guy, but I think it was about expressing myself or something cliche like that. The crux of what remember was this: deep down, I feel an internal need to be heard, a need to express my thoughts so that they didn't stay all jumbled up inside my head and make me go crazy. The funny thing is, when I say I feel a need to be heard, most days I don't even want anyone to see the things I write. I almost feel like my writings are to personal for anyone else to read, as if it would make me completely vulnerable and naked before my audience. But in the depths within me, a small voice says, "write. write it down." And so I write. Even if I'm the only one who reads the vast majority of my writings. Because it's not about what I write, it's about the fact that I'm getting it out.

Someway, somehow, my unique vision of the world, that I alone possess, must be released.

I believe it's the same with musicians and artists. Something internal stirs them, and the impulse simply can't be contained inside, whether in the spreading of wet paint across a big, open canvas, or in the harmonies of a few strings on a violin. This mysterious, internal thing says, "write that down! sketch it out, play what you're thinking. understand it, know it, and remember it."

Why do I write?

I don't really know. As much as I'd like to pick apart and analyze my love of writing from every angle, I don't think there is a plausible way to define this need I have to find words that match my thoughts.

When I write about God, I feel truly alive. I think some of the mystery is wrapped up in Him. He's the reason I keep writing, and He gives me a love for something I can't explain.

I never want to stop. I don't think I can stop. It's like repressing a part of myself, giving up on something beautiful God has given me to use, no matter how short I fall of the many talented and wonderful writers of the world. Good or bad, I'll keep on writing. If nothing else, it keeps me halfway sane. If something more, maybe God can use it for His glory.

In fact, I know He can.

To Him be the honor, power and praise!

Happy

2011-03-28T16:14:00.002-05:00

Does Jesus ever just make you happy?

Sometimes I just sit back, heart full of hope, but then I jump to my feet because I feel like dancing! Jesus is so completely and utterly indescribable! In God I have joy that defies circumstances, that isn't dependent on the emotions I feel, but sometimes......Jesus makes me so happy I just can't stand it!

Jesus.

Say it out loud.

Jesus!!

The riches of your love, will always be enough. Nothing compares to Your embrace, Jesus!

Take a quick moment today to simply be still and bask in the beauty of His presence....and run into His loving arms!

I pray the love and peace of Jesus finds you wherever you are today, and that above all else, you would would desire to know Christ more than anything of this earth. He is worthy!

New Light!

2011-03-25T14:25:00.003-05:00

Oh, how I love my little sister! When I was home for spring break, we had the most fun time together with our family spending the day outside by the river. It was so wonderful to be home for a week after being at school for about two months. God has been so good to us, that even in our struggles and hard times, He never ceases to pour out His love and mercy!

Every year in spring time, I'm simply amazed at how much the sunshine lifts my mood and makes me feel so much better inside and out. The earth is suddenly uprooted as new birth explodes from the trees along the riverbank; as flowers bloom and a fresh, clean scent floats through the air. For me, spring always feels like a time of new spiritual birth. Out of the cold, gloomy winter, the sun is shining again, and I can finally see the light!

Thank you, Lord, for loving me and giving me hope in you--the kind of Hope that never fails!

"And hope does not disappoint us,
because God has poured out his love
into our hearts by the Holy Spirit,
whom he has given us."
(Romans 5:5)

My prayer for you, dearest friend, is that you may find the glorious Hope of Christ today. Remember the times He has proven Himself faithful in the past, and rest in the promise of His unfailing love....He is worth everything!

Another day.

2011-03-09T22:19:00.004-06:00

So here's the problem with college......

Spring break is in two days, so, the three tests you have to take before you leave....

yeah. Just now studying for them. Your brain is fried, so to relax, you start watching a TV show that one of your friends has been bugging you about for weeks. You thought it'd be dumb, but...

it's great. Then you're in trouble. Because you love this new show, which in turn makes you stay up late,

putting off your homework. Then, you start to bribe yourself to study for you midterms with smoothies, which unfortunately come from a popular coffee shop, and you end up waiting in line...

for about thirty minutes.

instead of studying.

Then, when you finally get back to your dorm to get ready for bed, half studied, half falling asleep,

you realize there's a problem.

Your DVD copy of The Bridge on the River Kwai for your class project has mysteriously vanished from your desk.

To avoid paying a ridiculous fine for the replacement of this movie, you start searching, delaying going to bed, and ultimately still not finding the DVD.

Then, in your frustrated anger, you turn to facebook, to complain to your 536 friends who somehow, might virtually care about your plight.

Rolling into bed an hour and a half later than you intended, you can't sleep for another thirty minutes because you're still trying to figure out where that DVD went...

and somehow you fell asleep, because way too early your alarm is going off and the process is starting again.

Thank goodness His mercies are new every morning!

Upside Down

2011-02-23T16:41:00.005-06:00

You turn things upside down,
as if the potter were thought to be like the clay!
Shall what is formed say to him who formed it,
"He did not make me"?
Can the pot say of the potter,
"He knows nothing"?

(Isaiah 29:16)

Amazing, isn't it? Sometimes I'm foolish and prideful enough to think that I could know more than God. I get everything mixed up, I turn things upside down from the way they are supposed to be. God created and molded me. He knew me in the womb, before one day of my life came to pass.

Why is it so easy to forget the Holiness of God? Recently I've noticed an urgency in my life to figure out the "plan." I want to know exactly what I'm going to do with my life, what I need to study, who I'm going to become....when I realize that all I need is to be found in Christ. God knows who I am and where I'm going, and I can trust in Him. I want to be the person He chooses for me, because there is Freedom in total surrender!

I love this verse in Isaiah 45:9:

Does the clay say to the potter,
"What are you making?"
Does your work say,
"He has no hands?"

I do that so often! Instead of seeking to become more like Christ, I demand of God, "Show me what your plans for me are! Show me who I'm going to become!" Doesn't that sound like a whiney toddler having a temper tantrum? I think it ultimately comes back to selfishness and pride. I want God to show me what His plans are, so that if I approve of them, I can demand He speed up the process. But if I don't approve, I can say, "Better luck next time, God. I'm doing my own thing since your plans aren't exactly good or glorious enough for me."

What a wasteful way to live! I find myself constantly having to ask God to break my selfish pride in order that I may be workable clay for His use. Have you ever thought about how making pottery is messy? The potter's hands aren't nice and clean while the wheel is spinning and he takes hold of the clay. We are just like clay--messy. But what a beautiful mess it is when God takes hold and forms us into something new!

In the end, nothing of this world--glory, fame, recognition, approval, beauty or wealth can compare to knowing Christ. Everything else is just a shadow that never satisfies. I think Paul says it perfectly in Philippains 3:7-11:

"But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.
What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things.
I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith.
I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead."

Isn't that just like God? He turns things upside down! He turns us upside down and makes us new. What a beautiful Savior-King! He takes our old self; re-forms and re-molds it into something completely unique, changing everything. He turns us upside down! And somehow, in the painful but freeing process, He makes it more beautiful and glorious than anything conceivable!

life in general

2011-01-19T22:05:00.006-06:00

Dear lovely readers and wonderful friends, I think this week I might be going slightly crazy. I've gone to bed before 11 o'clock three nights in a row. I dropped my English class, the one I have been looking forward to, this afternoon. I'm currently signed up for a piano audition with a rather intimidating instructor. I don't particularly like my planner, because the margins are too narrow. I completely reorganized my room, and my brain. I bought a mini fridge, and it has revolutionized my dorm experience. I have lost a vital receipt that allows me to return a book I don't want. I have not drank any Dr. Pepper in approximately 12 days. My communications teacher has a very screechy yell. I think a guy in my speech class might like me. By a strange twist, I actually enjoy my biology class, but only because I absolutely love the professor. I fell asleep in class for the first time in college on Monday night. I haven't seen my roommate all day. I might try to fit in a practicum on top of my 18 credit hours. I still don't have the new bus schedule figured out. I want to eat healthier. Tonight I had Chic Fil A.

Even though this first week back at college has been very close to being insane, I carry this verse in my heart:

As for me, I will always have hope;
I will praise You more and more.
Psalm 71:14

That's my prayer for you right now as you're in the midst of a storm, whether it be busyness or the harshness of life pounding against your chest. Step back, breathe, and know that God gives us immeasurable, enduring, unfailing hope.

hourglass

2011-01-11T22:42:00.003-06:00

So lately, the lyrics of this song keep popping in and out of my head.

life's like an hourglass, glued to the table...no one can find the rewind button now.

I'm not sure why I keep thinking about that.

maybe because it's the start of a new year.

or, it's the freaky realization that this is the year I officially turn twenty years old.

it might also be due to the fact that I've spent an entire month being lazy, and it's going to take discipline to get back into the routine of school.

what might be the real problem though, is that life goes by fast. it usually flies by much more quickly than I ever planned or intended it to.

And then, in a blink, I look around and realize I've grown older.

I've seen things I only heard rumors about.

learned things I never knew existed or were possible.

lived on the edge.

saw some of my dreams come true.

and yet.....

there's still tomorrow.

the promise of a new day.

a new chance. a new opportunity.

a possibility to live...to be fully alive.

life's like an hourglass glued to the table, no one can find the rewind button now....

but why would I ever want to go back, with the beauty of a thousand tomorrows just in sight?

no, this is where I am.

it's hard, seeing how far I've come.

it's easy to want to hunker down and say, "no more! I'm done growing up!"

but that's not living.

I want to be fully alive.

so give me your worst, world! I'm still standing.

it might be scary, but I'm ready. my time might be short,

but it will be vibrant.

and fully, completely,

alive.

Christmases Worth Remembering

2010-12-23T12:47:00.006-06:00

When I was a kid, the days right before Christmas were the hardest to bear. My parents always told my younger sister and I that Santa Claus was not real, and so all our presents were already under the tree a day or two before Christmas. I know what you may be thinking. "How horrible that your parents didn't let you believe in Santa Claus! Where's the fun in that?" Don't worry, I didn't have a terrible childhood that was plagued with cynicism led by cruel, heartless parents. My mom and dad simply believed that Christmas was better served by focusing on the true meaning of Christmas, Jesus Christ, instead of filled with Santa Claus. I remember feeling like the one kid in my second grade classroom who knew the deep dark secret of life, because I alone knew that Santa was only a myth. I would tell my fellow classmates that Santa wasn't real, and that I didn't believe in him. I know, I know, what kind of jerk kid tells a bunch of children Santa isn't real? Well not to worry, none of them believed me anyway. Many of them boldly declared that I wouldn't get any presents since I didn't believe in Santa, to which I confidently replied that I got gifts every single year from my parents, so ha! I'm pretty sure one time a substitute made me sit out from coloring because I was arguing and telling fellow students "treacherous lies". I just knew deep in my heart that an adult would side with me, because they knew the truth! Unfortunately, my second grade mind didn't realize that no adult in their right mind would tell twenty children that Santa was nonexistant. So, I ended up sitting in the corner alone, punished for the truth. I knew I was a martyr for the cause and that one day, all those kids would realize I was right and they were wrong! Oh, the mind of childhood.

Anyway, back to my story. The few days before Christmas were torture. My mom quickly learned after we were able to read that she couldn't put our names on our gifts, because my sister and I would look for our packages and shake the boxes to try and figure out what was inside. My mom made up codes to put on each box, and we had to wait what seemed like years until Christmas day to see who would receive that wonderfully huge, heavy box in the corner.

As always, our house stood dazzling and wrapped in white icicle lights at the top of the hill overlooking our neighborhood. With a large wreath on our front door and a Christmas tree lights poking through the blinds, I thought our house was the most beautiful thing in the whole street. Not a blow up Santa or Frosty in sight, just clean, classy Christmas decorating. My family loved our Christmas traditions, and every Christmas Eve we would load up into the van in our pajamas and slippers, cover up in blankets, and go for a drive around town to look at Christmas lights. I don't know what started the tradition, but as far back as I can remember my family has always loved to see how outrageous or how simple people decorate for Christmas. Then, we'd come home and drink hot chocolate and sit around the fireplace, while someone would get out the Bible and read the Christmas story from Matthew or Luke. Even as a young child, I always remember my parents putting a big emphasis on the birth of Christ. When I was young, all I cared about were the presents, and a very small part of my heart cared about Jesus and His birth. But most of my time was spent wondering what my parents had purchased for me.

The first time I truly understood the significance of Christ's birth was at fourteen, when I realized that Mary might have been the same age as me. The simple knowledge that Mary was my age me hit me like a blow. What kind of woman of character and passion was Mary, that the God of all creation would choose her to carry His own Son? It simply amazed me to know that God chose one of His own creations to carry the One who was with Him the day the earth was created. How amazing that God would strip away the glory and honor that belonged to Him, and humble Himself to being born to a poor family in a dirty, dingy stable!

Every Christmas, the wonder of that first glorious morning never ceases to amaze me when I think about the sacrifice Jesus made to become one of us; to take on a life like one of His own creations. Then I think about the ultimate sacrifice He made, to bring Light into the darkness, to fill our hearts with the never-ending hope and peace of His salvation. He would wipe away the grease and grime of sin and make us clean again. He would make us new, from the inside out, pouring love unimaginable into our hearts, a love that apart from Him could never exist. He is our reason for life, our purpose for living, and on this day He chose not to punish us, as we deserved, but instead to reach out to us as sons and daughters, victims of His unchangeable, unshakable, unforgettable grace. What a God of Light we serve!

Then the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name JESUS. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Highest; and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David. And He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of His kingdom there will be no end.”
(Luke 1:30-33)

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. (John 1:5)

From the beginning the Father
Had a magnificent plan
Revealed through the law and the prophets
To fulfill the redemption of man
You spoke after centuries of silence
In the midst of a still, starry night
And Emmanuel came down among us
And the Father said Let there be light

Let there be light!
Let it shine bright
Piercing the darkness with dazzling white
Hope for the hopeless was born on that night
When God sent his Son
And said Let there be light
Let there be light!

People who walked in great darkness
Gathered from near and afar
Shepherds with flocks in their keeping
Three kings who follow a star
Together the poor and the richest
Witness that Bethlehem night
And the sky full of angels announcing
The birth of a glorious light

Let there be light!
Let it shine bright
Piercing the darkness with dazzling white
Hope for the hopeless was born on that night
When God sent his Son
And said Let there be light
Let there be light!

We who are His have this calling
To praise Him, and make His name known
So one day the presence of Jesus
Shines in every heart and every home

Let there be light!
Let it shine bright
Piercing the darkness with dazzling white
Hope for the hopeless was born on that night
When God sent his Son
And said Let there be light
Let there be light!

Merry Christmas, blessings to you and your family, and praise to Immanuel, God with Us!

The Writing Game

2010-12-22T14:09:00.004-06:00

Over the last three days I've had an inordinate amount of time to think. After having my wisdom teeth removed, I haven't had the energy to do much other than think, between alternating periods of sleep and ice packs. I guess one of the recurring thoughts in my mind is how much I miss writing. This first semester of college was more busy and stressful than I could have ever imagined it being, and I've barely had time to read anything I enjoy, much less write for my own enjoyment. It was a strange and surreal feeling as I packed up my dorm room for the holidays; especially when I realized that most everything that was important to me in my life fit into one suitcase and a backpack. I felt a little bit like a gypsy...or maybe a hobo? Anyway, during my one-day frenzy of three exams plus cleaning, ripping down Christmas decorations, and feverishly packing, I realized that I couldn't remember what I used to do for fun in my spare time. Besides the few books I had crammed in my backpack, a laptop, and some knitting (I know, I'm like a grandma or something since I like to knit), I had a hard time deciding what I was going to do while my sister was still at school and I had the house all to myself. The few moments I seemed to have for myself at college I had wasted away on facebook or taking naps. But now that I actually have hours upon hours of free time, I'm rediscovering the things I used to love doing, like writing and reading for pure enjoyment, instead of for assignments or under a deadline.

I also think I'm re-learning how to write in a way that is different than the first paragraph; a long summary of how busy I am and excuses for why I've slacked on the blogging!

There is something beautiful about the written word, something pure and untarnished, that gives way to a vulnerability that many of us feel we don't experience in everyday life with the spoken word. When things don't make sense in life, or if I'm struggling with a decision to make, I've always found that things seem to make much more sense after writing down all sides of an issue. That's the beauty of the writing. It lets us take a small step outside ourselves and our blinded viewpoint for just a moment, and in its wake we're able to look down and say, "oh! that's what I've been missing this whole time!"

I've rediscovered this large part of my heart that loves to write, loves to read, loves to meet people, and loves to somehow find the right string of sentences to show the world what their hearts are saying, when they can't find the words themselves.

I hope that someday these dreams of mine will find their place in God's big plan, but until then, I'm still yours, truly.

WOOT!

2010-11-27T13:16:00.003-06:00

Here's some crazy news:

This blog has topped over 7,000 views!!!

That's absolutely amazing!

Thank you to everyone who reads my blog regularly or just stops by, I appreciate your interest!

Please remember, if you ever have any comments, questions, things you'd like me to write about or just a random thought, don't hesitate to email me at:

mfgibby@hotmail.com

Hope you've had a great Thanksgiving and God bless!

break out time

2010-11-17T14:26:00.011-06:00

It never ceases to amaze me that when I know I need to be getting lots and lots of things accomplished before break, I'm sitting in a coffee shop or laying around my dorm room doing nothing. I think this has probably been the longest week of my entire college experience so far, mostly because I haven't been home yet and I know that in two days I'll be loading up and hitting the road. I should probably start packing (I'm trying to take as many clothes home as possible, since the washing machines here just don't ever seem to get everything clean), I should probably get a head start on my homework (since I KNOW I won't do any of it over thanksgiving), and I really need to make a shopping list for when I get home. And yet, here I still am. Doing nothing. Oh, the glorious life of the procrastinator.

I feel like I should have something more profound to say. Unfortunately my mind is like mush and only one thought seems to consume my brain: GOING HOME SOON!

Have a blessed Thanksgiving, and don't forget to tell those you love the most how thankful you are that God placed them in your life!

Every time you cross my mind, I break out in exclamations of thanks to God. Each exclamation is a trigger to prayer. I find myself praying for you with a glad heart. (Phil 1:3-4, The Message)

....here's something I did last week that was productive:

Operation Christmas Child!

We packed 14 boxes!

TOMS!!

2010-11-08T14:38:00.009-06:00

I'm so excited that my Toms finally came in!! My best friend Jonathan bought them for me for my birthday and I'm hoping to get to wear them some before it gets too cold out. One thing you should know about me is that I absolutely LOVE shoes, so you can imagine my excitement at finding a shoe brand that is cute AND gives back to the needy. That's the great thing about Toms-by one pair and they give another pair to a child in need. Check them out online sometime at:

http://www.tomsshoes.com/

....because Love is the New Black!

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

2010-11-02T12:35:00.008-05:00

If you're a young college student (or a high school student) like me, you've probably felt the same way I have at many times in the last few years....that if I could just find the person I'm supposed to marry, figure out where God's leading me and what ministry He desires me to have, then my life will finally begin. As if by getting to that point in my life, all the unknowns will be gone and I will take a deep breath and be able to just go.

Slowly I've begun to realize how untrue and warped that view is, because I can see God getting ready to take me places even at this point in my life. These years before I head out into the real world may in fact be the most important years, because God is prepping me for the journey by spiritually training me now. I can't sit around and be inactive and put my life on hold until I meet "the one" or figure out my life's purpose. I'd be missing out on too many opportunities to minister, to reach out and to serve that are preparing me for the bigger jobs God has for me in the future. If God can't trust me to follow Him in the little things, how can he trust me with bigger responsibilities?

One of the hardest things for us as girls to avoid is pouring all our time and energy into looking for our future husbands, believing that we are incomplete until we meet him. God desires to use us right now, regardless of our relationship status! I believe this first semester and year of college is so important because God is showing me who I am, what my talents are and how He wants to use them for the glory of His name. Strangely enough, now that I'm finally in the place where my family has always told me I'll probably meet my husband, I feel a strong calling to being single for a season. Even stranger, for the first time in my life, I feel completely contented with being single! The only way I know that I can find contentment and satisfaction in singleness is the the person of Jesus Christ. When I first got to Liberty, I spent a good deal of time initially keeping my eye out for guys that were future husband material, but then I felt God was telling me to take a step back and seek Him first. God didn't tell me to seek Him and godly young men. God told me to seek Him with my whole, complete, undivided heart. That meant that I had to put aside my desire to search for a boyfriend and instead actively desire to know Him with the same intensity that I desired to find a husband. It also meant that I had to choose to trust God completely with my future husband, knowing God would bring him into my life in His timing.

I believe many of us struggle with believing God is actually able to direct our path to the one He has planned for us. What we miss is that if God could create infinite numbers of stars, individual and unique humans, laughter, and love itself, why can we not trust Him with something as simple as bringing the right person into our life at the right time? Jeremiah 29:11 says:

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

I love the way The Message puts this same verse-

"I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for."

How awesome is it that we have a God who we can trust for the future? And how amazing that we can take Him at His word and follow Him through steps of faith day by day...without fear? I'm not saying that you shouldn't set goals for yourself or shouldn't plan for the future. I am saying that we don't have to live in fear of the future. We don't want to miss out on what God is doing in our lives today because we're waiting to arrive at a certain point in our life.

Let me encourage you today, whatever you're going through, look to the God who loved you enough to die so that you might live! Here's one final verse of encouragement, one of my favorites from Psalm 31:14-

"But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, 'You are my God.' My times are in your hand."

Our times are in God's hands, even in the desert places. He is completely trustworthy and completely worth it!

PS: I'm currently in a Jack Johnson mood, and I wanted to incorporate the song "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing" somehow into this post. The song is a little sad, but I thought the title still worked well even though none of the lyrics fit. Enjoy!

Reason #74 why Liberty University is awesome:

2010-10-21T09:20:00.008-05:00

SWITCHFOOT and THE ALMOST!

My life is made. It was awesome.

Thoughts from Psalms

2010-10-16T20:54:00.003-05:00

I was reading in Psalms the other day, and I found a really great verse that I love from chapter 48:14:

"For this God is our God for ever and ever;
he will be our guide even to the end."

I love how it says "even to the end." God will never leave us or forsake us, even in the midst of the storms we experience. Even to the end of time, He will be our guide. I pray you're encouraged as you go about your daily life in knowing that our God is the same yesterday, today, and forevermore!

college life and other great pursuits

2010-09-16T12:24:00.016-05:00

Hey everyone! So, for all of you who have attended college at one point or another in your life, you understand how insane life can get, especially for a freshman who's just learning to adjust to college life! So far everything has been a mix of change and motion with learning to deal with being ten hours from home, moving housing across campus two weeks into the school year, a week full of tests, learning to make all new friends, and not having any time to exercise while consuming large amounts of chocolate daily.....needless to say things have been a little crazy around here! My classes are really great so far, I'm finally meeting a ton of new people, and I love my new hall! Sleep deprivation is getting to me, and I'm understanding all the wonderful virtues of afternoon naps. I guess I never quite expected college to be so hard sometimes. Well, obviously I knew the schoolwork would be difficult, but the hardest part has been adjusting to a whole new way of life. I don't have the security of family and childhood friends that I had back home, and many days I've just wanted to sleep and not have any responsibility. But when the day is done, I realize that this last month has been the most exhilarating, scary, hilariously awkward, rewarding experience of my life, and I'm so thrilled that God has placed me here.

Well, enough philosophical for now. Here's a quick glance at some of the stuff I've been up to since arriving!

Went to the Chancellor's Cookout...

dunked my head in a fountain...

ballroom danced with 30 strangers...

saw Sent By Ravens at the 2010 block party....

saw FAMILY FORCE 5!!!!

went to the first football game...with Bailie and some new friends! :)

seriously wished I could be a mascot...

love my great friends!

stayed up way too late with my roommate...(she's praying and asking the Lord how she got stuck with a psycho)...

and laughed our heads off! :)

I love college.

College!

2010-08-22T16:59:00.006-05:00

So.....as I quickly realized mid-way through writing my Jamaica posts, it's much harder to recount a trip experience after the fact. When I was in Peru and Guatemala I'd just write a couple paragraphs and then be done for the day. But when you look back and write later, you begin to think of all the little things you normally wouldn't have quickly written, and before you know it you have a couple pages worth of experience for each day! Now, I have to apologize, because due to the fact that I start college classes tomorrow, I'm simply not going to have the time to finish writing each day's experience from my trip to Jamaica (and I'm sure you're all tired of waiting for three weeks between each post).

Right now I'm in Barnes and Noble, sitting at the cafe and enjoying one of those sinfully delicious chocolate cupcakes, pondering life and college. The transition has been hard for me, since I've moved hours away from home with only one friend so far among the thousands of students. Freshman Seminar was pretty dry and I'm seriously considering moving to a different part of campus as soon as room requests are available. But even in spite of all of that, I'm still finding that God is Holy. He's been here with me every step of the way, through every lonely night, through every unanswered question, through it all. I'm finding myself learning more and more about Him constantly, and it's overwhelming and exciting all at once! I pray that I never forget how truly extraordinary God is and how beautiful are the works of His hands.

This college transition has been pretty difficult and making friends is hard, at least at first! The great thing is that I know that I know that I know that I'm supposed to be here. Even when everything else doesn't make any sense, I know God has led me to this point in His mighty wisdom and power. I ask that you just pray that I can get this housing situation fixed, but also for all the students here at Liberty as they make the transition and find out who God's leading them to become!

Jamaica Day 2

2010-07-21T11:17:00.013-05:00

June 28-12:30 pm

excerpt from my journal:

We're back now for break time before lunch after a jam packed morning spent working with Jamaican children in the schools. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Besides the fact that I feel constantly sweaty, and having to get over the fact that I can't have clean hands most of the time, I'm having an absolutely great time! I think the biggest thing I've been dealing with so far is having to get over my little discomforts and the area's lack of hygiene. That's the hardest part, with dirty bathrooms, with sweat 24/7, with just having to deal with it!

Anyway, this morning was really cool. We worked about two and a half hours with around 20-25 children ranging in age from 4 to 6 years old. The lessons we put together took much less time than I originally thought they would. Even after such a short story, I was amazed at how intelligent the kids were for their age. After telling them the story of when Jesus Calmed the Sea, we went over review questions, and they answered all of them correctly. We had lots of coloring pages for them that went along with the story. I've worked with kids a little older than this age group in AWANA at church, and I was extremely impressed with their coloring. None of them went outside the lines, and they were all very careful and precise, spending a good thirty minutes making their pictures perfect. When some of them finished, they would jump up from their seats and come show us their drawings, hungry for words of approval and affirmation. The beautiful smiles that lit their faces when we complimented their work will stay with me forever.

It's been really hard for me to understand alot of what the kids were saying, mostly because Jamaicans have such a different accent than we do, and they inflect their pronunciations in ways I'm not used to. Sometimes I'd just nod when a child talked to me, not really knowing what they were saying! Even though we're all speaking English, it's not English as you would expect it to be.

The children were all so precious and sweet, loving on us, hugging us and holding our hands. My heart was both broken and full all at once over the love that was poured over us in the lives of these beautiful little hearts. We had our recess time outside, playing a game of freeze tag that was slightly different than the American version (ALL the kids were it, and we had to run from them). The school where we worked was run down, dirty and a bit ratty by American standards, but for them, it was enough. They were able to receive the blessing of Education, something so many of us take for granted every day.

I pray God shows me more as this week continues, and I pray the children begin to understand the stories we're teaching them. I pray we plant a seed that will one day grow into a life dedicated to Christ. I'm relying so much more on God now than I ever have back at home, and realize now that I have to choose in my normal life in the USA to rely on Christ. It's hard back home, where we have everything we could want or need, and we don't think we really need God. It's easy here, when I need Him for each step I take.

in other words:

After waiting about an hour later than we were supposed to for lunch (we were running on Jamaican time again), we headed off to one of the two schools my youth group was working with in the mornings to do some demolition work. The school had an old building in the back that had a bad roof with lots of water damage, and they had asked us if we would tearing it down. All the guys were extremely pumped to prove their manliness by swinging giant sledgehammers at the decaying walls. Most of us girls were content to move pieces of rubble from point A to point B, but several gave swinging a (much smaller) sledgehammer a try!

Working at the demolition sight was probably the hardest part of my day, with the extreme heat and physical exertion, I was praying almost as hard as I was working, just asking God to give me the strength to keep pushing through. Even though it was super hard to be working in that kind of heat, I felt really accomplished, like I was doing something worthwhile. During the whole process, our youth group really seemed to come together while we were sweating for Jesus, and it was really cool to see how we were helping the school get a project done that might have taken them weeks to do otherwise.

Later that afternoon we went to a football (soccer) field across the street from the church where we were staying. We spent an hour or two just hanging out with the kids, playing a little football (they always won), letting the girls braid our hair, and just talking to anyone who happened to walk by.

That evening, we had a youth service for the community through the church. Not many people showed up, but those who did had a fun time as we sang worship songs to the Lord, watched a skit, and listened to a short devotional. Seeing all three youth groups come together for the service was really interesting. Two other youth groups were working in the area with us. They had different work sites during the day, but we all came together at lunchtime and in the evenings. At the end of a long tiring day, we were all glad to have our freezing cold showers and air mattresses before another filling day of ministry in the morning.

Jamaica-Day One

2010-07-14T21:10:00.004-05:00

June 27-9:30 AM

excerpt from my journal:

Right now I'm on the plane, about to lift off and leave for Jamaica. I honestly can't believe I'm at this point right now...I wasn't sure that this trip was going to measure up, in fact, I'm still not sure it will. But last night I realized I have to put away my expectations, my fears, my need for control, and allow God to work in me. Otherwise, I'll be missing out and He won't be receiving the glory. I've had to put away my pride and my critical attitude with the amount of preparations I've almost singlehandedly had to organize for teaching in the schools. There was no prior preparations, just the instruction that lessons had to be written while most of the youth group was at summer camp the week before Jamaica. It was an enormous task, and we barely got it done in time. I want to take the credit for all the work that's gone into the children's lessons, but when I'm prideful, I can't enjoy the work that God's doing, because I'm too busy glorifying myself. I was reading somewhere last night in Proverbs that "pride breeds quarrels." That's so true. When I'm so focused on the "great" things I've done, nothing works out smoothly, but rather breeds dissent.

All yesterday I struggled with stress and anxiety. For some reason, on this trip I'd never felt more unorganized and unprepared for the week ahead. I felt like our youth group had hardly prepared at all, and I even questioned what I should pack. I was worried that the children's lessons wouldn't work, or that the kids wouldn't understand, or even worse....that we wouldn't have time to use them and all our preparations would be in vain. All these horrible thoughts swirled around in my brain, making me nervous, anxious, and very cranky. I wasn't even excited for the trip to get started, instead I was so worried I was almost physically sick. I had placed such a huge burden upon my own shoulders that God didn't have room to work. Finally, after some kind words of wisdom from my mother, I released it all. I had to realize my own inadequacy, and also release my built-up pride. How well I had prepared wasn't going to determine how well the trip went. Our serving in Jamaica wasn't dependent on me. There's a verse in Proverbs that says, "In his heart a man plans his course, but the LORD determines his steps." I had packed and prepared as best I knew how, and I couldn't waste time on needless worry. Instead, I had to trust God with everything. Three hours before we left I got on my knees and asked God for forgiveness for my enormous pride and worry. Instantly, I felt light and free in a way I hadn't experienced since I began preparing for the trip.

Now, back on the plane, I finally feel as if I'm getting somewhere, like God stripped away my comfort zone to the point where He can truly use me. I want to be used by Him, I want to have a passion and desire to share the gospel with these people. And if it doesn't measure up to past trips? So what! I'll be spending time with people I care about, including my sister, and we'll be in Jamaica for crying out loud! I'm here to serve God and be pleasing to Him above all else.

in other words (other stuff we did during the day not recorded in my journal):

Finally, around 3 PM, my youth group landed in Kingston, Jamaica. Members from the missions organization we were working with picked us up and we began the one hour drive to the small town where we would be working the entire week. As we drove through the (crazy) streets of Jamaica, I realized very quickly that most of the country wasn't like the lavish resorts and sparkly sandy beaches you see on a postcard. Poverty was everywhere.

When we arrived at the church that would be our home base the entire week, we quickly found out that there was no air conditioning. Thus began a week of endless sweat! We were blessed to be able to participate in a Jamaican church service that evening, and even though it was scheduled to begin at 7, the Jamaicans operated on a different time system. People eventually began showing up around 7:45. After a long day of travel, and being able to smell the delicious dinner cooking for us in the next room, it was very hard to focus on the service at hand. But throughout it all, I really enjoyed the worship time the most.

The worship wasn't completely planned out, the pianist wasn't perfectly on key the whole time, and if the music leaders messed up a song, they simply started over again. It was awesome to see how God could still move in worship, even if everything wasn't perfect with the way it was presented. Sometimes at my church, if the sound system doesn't work, or the pianist messes up, or the words to the song don't pop up on the screen, everything seems to get out of whack and it to some, it ruins the whole mood of worship. Not so with the Jamaicans. They were there to worship their God, regardless of hitches in the delivery. How refreshing to see unabashed worship of the Lord!

At one point during worship, one of the singers told everyone to stop singing, because our teams weren't putting enough movement into our singing. She was telling us to dance as we praised the Lord! That was something completely out of the ordinary for me, but how glorious to worship God not only with the tambourine, but with the dance as well!

Jamaica!

2010-06-26T20:05:00.002-05:00

Hey everyone! Tonight I'm packing up and getting ready, because in less 6 hours, my youth group and I are on our way to Jamaica on a week-long missions trip! Unfortunately, this time I won't have access to a computer, so I won't be able to give daily updates like I have in the past. I'm planning on keeping a close journal so I may share some of my firsthand experiences when I get back.

I'd like to ask you to pray for my youth group as we get ready to leave. Many of the students went to camp this past week, so I know they're tired. Please pray for strength and endurance for everyone, for flexibility and for no whining! I feel like many of the details were last minute and kind of thrown together, and it's been difficult for me because I like to know the plan way in advance. God's already showing me that I'm going to have to trust in Him like crazy on this trip!

Thanks for your prayers and see you in a week!

Adventures of a Post-Grad

2010-06-21T22:47:00.010-05:00

Hey everyone! Rock climbing and rappelling has got to be one of the coolest things I've done recently, and I thought I'd share some pictures from the adventure! Needless to say, every major muscle group was sore for the next three days, but I felt great about accomplishing something adventurous!

If you're ever having a bad day....

2010-06-11T22:38:00.006-05:00

The following account of one day in the life of Melissa Gibby is 100% true. So sit back, relax, and laugh with the knowledge that your day probably couldn't get much worse than mine!

The Setting: Walmart, an ordinary public high school, a storage facility, a band/chorus concert, and my garage.
The Time: 7:30 in the morning until precisely 10:37 at night the next to last day of my senior year of high school.
What went wrong: Everything imaginable.

On the morning of May 20, 2010, I got up extra early, ready to complete my mission. I was going to arrive at Walmart to print off a picture from one of the HP photo kiosks before school, and give it to my favorite teacher (who I would not be seeing the next day) as a gift. I should have gone to Walmart earlier in the week, but I procrastinated and now I simply had to print off the picture today. My plan was so foolproof, I'd even have time to chat with my friends one last time before school. But, as Murphy's Law would have it, soon as I made it to the photo center, my bad day officially began.

"Hey, Jason!" I said to my friend who worked at the photo center. "Are these kiosks working?"

"They don't turn on until 8 o'clock. 8:03 by that clock" He motioned with his head to a large clock behind him. My stomach sank. School started at 8:15. If I printed the picture as soon as the kiosk opened, I might just have enough time to whip over to the high school and talk a few moments before class.

Thus began the longest ten minutes of my young life. I tapped my foot. I watched a few Justin Beiber "exclusive Walmart performances" on the HDTVs. I texted my dad what a bad idea it was to come before school. I sighed several times. Finally, ten excruciating minutes later, the kiosks came to life! Quickly removing my SD card from my camera, I went through all the necessary steps to print my picture......and it printed out blank. Yelling for Jason to come over, he punched about fifty buttons and wasted precious minutes trying to fix the machine. Eventually I moved on to the next kiosk....which promptly refused to print out a picture.

Now, I was panicking. Running to the third and final kiosk, I tapped the touchscreen like Woody the Woodpecker on crack. It wouldn't even turn on. I cringed, glancing at the clock. 8:13. All was lost. The last day to talk to my friends before school...and I missed it. Despondent, I walked over to the one hour photo, which worked (of course) and asked Jason if the wait was going to be long for the kiosks. He mumbled something about codes, and I knew I should have used the one hour photo from the start. Driving back to school, I walked into class, bypassing the office (who was gonna care if I was late the next to last day of school?) and hoped my day couldn't get any worse.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Two hours later, my dad checked me out of school and I drove back to Walmart to pick up my one hour photos. Jason saw me coming and had my photo order ready. I noticed he looked a little frazzled.

"Ever get those kiosks fixed?" I asked jokingly.

"I seriously just finished fixing them two minutes ago." He sighed and ran his fingers through already messy hair.

"That stinks!" I said sympathetically, "And they're brand new too...do you like them better than the old ones?"

"I don't have an opinion," he gave me a pointed look, "I just work here."

"I gotcha." I laughed, and waved goodbye. Surprisingly, the rest of my day at school went smoothly. I didn't forget my lunch money, and I even felt great about my 100-question Macbeth test. However, as soon as I walked out the door at the end of school, my day slid even further downhill....

Unlocking the door to my car, I reached inside to grab my bag of workout clothes, so a friend and I could run the trail around the school. But wait, no, I couldn't have forgotten my bag....surely not! Unfortunately, yes, I had completely forgotten my bag, fully packed with my shorts, t-shirt and tennis shoes. The choir was singing during the band concert later evening, so I didn't have time to go home, grab my running clothes, and run. Despondent and frustrated with myself, I told my running buddy that I couldn't run that day, and since I was her ride home, neither would she. Another friend offered me a T-shirt to wear, but I refused. Jeans and flips flops (even with a T-shirt) were hardly proper running attire for a gravel trail and 98 degree weather.

For some reason, the seniors at my high school decided that it would be funny to ride our bicycles to school the last day of school. That might not sound like that big a deal to some people, but at my school, there are no bike racks and no one ever rides to school. Of course, we weren't literally riding our bikes all the way to school, no, we were meeting at Walmart (conveniently located next to the high school) and riding our bikes from there. So, I needed to go retrieve my bike, which happened to be in a storage facility instead of at my house. Ok, ok, I'm a procrastinator. I should have swung by and picked up my bike earlier in the week instead of waiting until the night before to go get it.

That being said, about ten minutes before the band concert, I headed over to our storage facility in a dress and 3 inch heels to wrestle my bicycle into the back of my rather small Toyota Camry. I must have looked absolutely ridiculous, pushing and shoving a monstrous bicycle into my trunk, sweat running down my face and banging sticking to my forehead. My dad said that I would be fine driving with the trunk of my car slightly open, since my bike was a little too big to fit all the way. My only worry about leaving my trunk open was that hopefully someone wouldn't steal it during the concert. That turned out the be the very least of my worries.

During the concert, the chorus sang beautifully, and the night went off without a hitch. I sang and hung out with my good friends, enjoying the night. Meanwhile outside, a colossal monsoon rolled into town. The concert was so loud, and the whole experience was so entertaining, I didn't even hear the rain begin to drop slowly and then more rapidly into a downpour. It wasn't until I checked my phone and found a text message from my dad that I realized there was trouble in paradise...

stay at concert til storm passes

Storm? What storm? I ran to the lobby and looked outside. My mouth dropped.

It was storming so hard outside that I couldn't see anything other than a wall of water and fog, which were occasionally illuminated by the largest strikes of lightning I'd seen in years. Oh no. Ohhhhhh no! I called my mom quickly, telling her I was coming home anyway, then kicked off my heels and made a run for it.

Leaping over potholes and squeezing in between cars in the cramped parking lot, I ran like a Cross Country runner (well, not really) through the maze of water and vehicles. Try as I might to not get wet, I didn't see the enormous puddle in front of me until a splash of freezing water slapped against my against and soaked the hem of my dress.

At this point, you may have figured out the two stupid mistakes I made before the concert:

1) When you leave the trunk open, there's a tiny light bulb inside that likes to run down the car battery.
2)Rain + open trunk = BAD.

Back to the parking lot: I'm soaked, freezing, and totally freaking out. And instead of my trunk being cracked open, the wind has blown my trunk completely open. As if my day needed to get a little worse. All I could think as I cranked the car was that my dad was not going to be very happy with me. That is, until I saw the battery light flash on the dashboard, and my thoughts were far from my father. I just wanted to get home!

Driving forty in a fifty-five zone, I prayed that I'd not only be able to see the road, but that I wouldn't get struck by all the lightning that surrounded me. If I could just get home, just get the bike out of the back, I knew everything would be fine. Again, I was wrong. As soon as I rolled into our neighborhood, I realized something wasn't quite right.....the power was out.

Once I managed to get inside the garage (which had to be opened manually) I told my dad the two big mistakes I had made. He wasn't too pleased. By the dim glow of my the car lights (surprisingly still working), we inspected the damage. It was a whole lot worse than I thought.

The entire carpet was soaked through, and the wheel wells and spare tire cavity were filled with three inches of water. My car was going to stink. Eventually we soaked five beach towels trying to clean up the mess I had made. Needless to say, I felt like I had failed in every conceivable way possible to mankind. What an awful day!

But even in the midst of my terrible day, God was at work. As I got ready for bed later that night (by light of the candle) I remembered a verse from 2 Corinthians 12:9

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."

God showed me in a vivid way that no matter how weak or full of failure I am, He will never leave me. He still loves me with His everlasting love, and though my life will be full of many failures, he still chooses to use me for His great plan. What an awesome promise!

We can't earn His favor or His grace by the things we have done, and if you're like me, many times we fall flat on our faces. But the beautiful thing about our God is that He picks us up, dusts off our shoulders, and wraps His arms around us saying, "You are mine."

And that's enough for me.

Masters

2010-06-08T20:41:00.004-05:00

As I was reading through 2 Peter today, I found a verse that I believe describes many people in our society, homes, and churches. It's found in 2 Peter 2:19b:

"A man is a slave to whatever has mastered him."

That's so true, isn't it? But many people walk around each day without realizing they are enslaved. Some are slaves to the obvious--sex, drugs, alcohol, greed. But others are slaves to the subtle things like selfishness, feelings of worthlessness, obsessive desire for acceptance, or complacency. What if we let go of the "sin that so easily entangles," and looked instead to Jesus, our reason for living? Ask yourself today what you are allowing to be a master in your life. Is it my busy habits? My overloaded work schedule? My selfish needs and wants?

I pray that the Lord leads you to take off the chains of lordship that are not of Him. Take some time today to really pray about what you are allowing to control you. Let Christ work in you by surrendering to Him daily, and persevering to the end!

Graduation!

2010-05-31T09:24:00.007-05:00

These last few weeks have been absolutely crazy with family, friends, and senior activities! I'm finally getting a chance to relax and breathe. I was actually traveling this morning with family to Ohio, but our van broke down and now we have a six hour wait before we can get home. Perfect time to update my blog a little! This last Friday I graduated from high school, one my most memorable experiences thus far in my life.

Research paper blah blah blah.....

2010-04-13T21:14:00.003-05:00

Right now I should be working on my research paper.

It's on the relationship between Jewel, Darl, and Addie in William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying.

However, I do not feel like writing said research paper.

So instead, I write.

On my blog.

Maybe this should be a poem?

Nah.

Anyway, I'm thinking about changing my blog name.

I guess I could just call it "Melissa Gibby."

Unless I can think of something slightly more interesting.

Oh my goodness Francine Rivers new book just came out!!!!!!!!

I really need to buy it.

But I'm kinda in the middle of Rebecca.

Oh, choices, choices.

Prayer, Graduation, and a Few Other Random Thoughts

2010-04-12T10:09:00.004-05:00

Hey everyone!

If you've ever been a high school senior before, you'll know what I mean when I say these last two months are probably the most busy times I've ever had in my entire life. I apologize for slacking on the writing, but if you could see the calendar on my phone you would understand!

I hope all of you are doing well and staying firmly planted in the Word on a daily basis! Lately at church we have been talking about prayer, and it's really struck a cord in my life. It's so easy sometimes to get caught up in praying for ourselves-what we need, what we want, all about me, me, me. But prayer is so much more than that! I think that until we truly start praying for other's needs more than our own, we're missing something in our prayer life. It's especially hard for me, with so many decisions about college, classes, research papers, graduation, and more to focus on others. However, I always know that when I take my eyes off myself and start focusing more on others, my life becomes much less stressed out.

Anyway, I spent a good part of this weekend applying for college classes and trying to figure out when I'm going to eat breakfast in the midst of my busy workload! Everything is happening so quickly that I can barely blink-then suddenly we're another week closer to graduation. I wish everything could slow down a little!

Even in the midst of all the craziness of my life, God showed me something in James that want to share. James 1:26 says,

If anyone considers himself religious and yet does not keep a tight rein on his tongue, he deceives himself and his religion is worthless.

Whoa-those are strong words. "His religion is worthless." What exactly does that mean? God gave me a direct illustration of this verse through someone I go to school with. This person claims to know Jesus, goes to church regularly, and even has participated in a missions trip to a foreign country, and yet they are a completely ineffective witness. Why is that? Well, this person has a smart mouth, is obnoxious, and is quick to always have sarcastic comebacks and rude remarks toward other people. No one wants to listen (or cares) what this person has to say about Jesus, because their tongue constantly gets in the way.

As you go about your day, think about the effect your words have on others. It's hard to be used by God when you say things that are the very opposite of Him. Let's step up today and be an effective example for God's kingdom!

The Library Chronicles

2010-03-17T20:44:00.007-05:00

There's something terribly comforting about walking into a book store. The sensation is quite different as I walk through the employee's entrance of the Scott Street Public Library, running almost late with my Hardee's biscuit and cherry coke in hand. As soon as I walk in the door, I know today is going to be long. On Friday I thought the whole concept was terribly funny, but looking at Sheila's face as I half-run into the break room, I know I've made a fatal error.

"You would THINK-" Gloria glares at me mid-rant, "they would tell me they were coming!" I slowly make my way around the battered, coffee cup ringed table toward the main offices. I'm so close...two more steps...

"Did they tell you?" I halt. And sigh, for good measure. Taking a deep breath and trying not to cringe, I turn to face evil. Er, Gloria.

"Uh...yeah, they did. But I was here yesterday!" I add quickly. I spare a glance at my co-worker and partner in crime, Eric, who shrugs and turns his attention back to his tater tots. Eric is one of the privileged few at the library whom Gloria actually likes. I try not to hold it against him, but it helps to know he secretly despises her too.

"Well you would think, after working here for 15 years that they would have the decency to tell me something like this!" Or they just knew you would try to ask off...again. I think to myself.

Gloria is a 50-something who is only happy when she can sit on her butt all day and still get paid, or whenever everyone around her is miserable. Take your pick. But today, of all days, Gloria will be forced to go above and beyond the call of Farmville duty and yelling at noisy patrons. For today, Gloria will have to help........the Cavers.

Duhn, duhn, DUHN!

The Scott Street Public Library has a large reading room that we often allow various clubs, societies, and other organizations to rent for the day. As soon as I pulled in the parking lot, I knew it was going to be my favorite day of all. I even wore my favorite Chacos to celebrate!

Have no fear, the Cavers and Spelunkers of North Alabama are here! Anyone driving around at 9 AM will think there's a hippie convention going down at the public library. All the women are wearing sandals, long skirts, or other recycled clothing. Most of the men sport long ragged beards or clothing that they've been wearing since the 80's. The only thing gives them away are their "Peace, Love, and Caving" stickers.

Mrs. Peggy, my co-worker and secret confidant, told me the plan Friday afternoon.

"We've unanimously decided we're not going to tell Gloria about the Cavers coming tomorrow." She said as we prepared for closing. I raised an eyebrow.

"She's going to be ticked tomorrow." I went back to stamping insert cards with due dates.

"Oh, I know," Mrs. Peggy said in her southern drawl. She shut the front door with a bang, jiggled the lock, and pulled the buggy from under the book drop to prevent book clogging. "but it's better than her making up some fake reason she'll have to be sick tomorrow."

"True." I gave her a wicked grin and we both laughed like the devious women we were.

Gloria's still ranting as she opens the door five minutes late (five minutes late!) for the Cavers. As soon as she leaves the break room, I sit down to eat my biscuit until the storm subsides. Eric texts away while I chew thoughtfully. As long as he's still eating I can linger, but the minute he's gone, Gloria will come give me a lecture about pulling my weight. I'd love to give her a lesson in work. I think the last time she actually earned her paycheck was circa 1970-1980, back when big hair and chain smoking was still fashionable. I stand up to grab a paper towel when I see it.

IF YOU WASH IT, YOU CLEAN IT
IF YOU GET IT OUT, YOU PUT IT AWAY
(I HAVE FOUR CHILDREN OF MY OWN TO CLEAN
UP AFTER, NONE OF THEM WORK HERE)

JUDY

Great. The notice above the sink might as well have said TO NORA, YOUNGEST WORKER AT THE LIBRARY ON WHOM WE LIKE TO PLACE BLAME. Ok, fine, they caught me. I accidentally forgot to wash a fork and knife one day, and Judy gave me the same "I'm Not Your Mom" speech. Then yesterday I forgot about a mug I had used earlier and left it in the sink. Did I deserve a nice capitalized notice for the whole world to see? I think not.

Just then Gloria comes back to complain some more about having to (gasp!) point four people in the direction of the meeting room. Such exertion before 9:30. I'm surprised she's still standing!

Eric gives her a sympathetic "mmhmm" and goes back to texting. I begin to pull out my phone, but one glance from Gloria and I stop. Eric can text all he wants, but one cell phone violation by Nora and Sheila tells Judy, Peggy, and Phyllis that she had to shelve books herself because I sat in the World War II section and texted for three hours. The chronic liar.

Most of the morning passes in a blur, thankfully. I spend my time divided between shelving children's books, welcoming my hippie Caving friends, and filing books on our ancient card catalog. In the age of computers, you would think we'd be rid of this cursed instrument of clerical torture, but no, the task falls to NORA, YOUNGEST EMPLOYEE OF THE LIBRARY. If I ever left, I'm sure my fellow co-workers would simply crumple in utter despair at the task I so happily left behind.

Another hour passes before Gloria decides it's time to have her smoke/run to the bank/stop by the pharmacy break. Freedom! I grab the latest People magazine, and head to the break room for my library-approved break of 15 minutes. I can enjoy sweet bliss without Gloria yelling at me to come answer the phone or help a patron find a book on planting mushrooms while she updates her Facebook status. I hope she never discovers Twitter.

Gloria is ten minutes over our 15-minute allotted break time, but I make no comment. She still has a murderous look in her eye over the injustice (the injustice!) of not being informed about the Cavers. Soon their meeting is over, and I can tell Gloria is trying to ignore the milling hippies as they walk around her "respectable" library. She gives them the fake smile, which looks like she just smelled something distasteful. Maybe it's her own cigarette infused clothing? But no, that would be too much to hope for. I must keep my goals realistic.

At fifteen minutes to closing, Gloria begins flipping lights off over reading patron's heads. This never ceases to anger me, because it does not take fifteen minutes to close a library.

"Nora, go check the bathrooms!" She yells as if the fate of the universe depended on one clean washroom. She runs to the genealogy room to yell at old people who, five seconds before, were minding their own business. I try and stifle a sigh. I find it very frustrating to flush the toilets and switch off the lights, when I know thirty seconds later a kid who's waited until the last minute will go turn them back on. And dirty up my freshly flushed porcelain throne.

Everything is a whirlwind rush of activity as Gloria runs from one side of the library to another, yelling at people to get of the computers and making up lies about how we employees have to leave early if they're slow about logging off. I get out of breath just watching her. I've never seen a more rude woman as she unceremoniously tells the Cavers to leave or she'll call the cops.

Ok, not really. Just making sure you're still keeping up. It's a hard job, smarting off to children and elders alike, but someone's got to do it!

Eric and I mostly just stand behind the desk watching her perform the ritualistic 1:00 closing frenzy. Sometimes, I wonder what might happen if we didn't leave at three minutes til. I secretly think the building would spontaneously combust and we would all perish in flame and smoke.....but it's just a theory. And as much as I'd love to test it, as long as I'm working with Gloria, we'll always be three minutes from that fire.

I Need Africa More than Africa Needs Me

2010-02-21T16:00:00.005-06:00

Please check out this video! My Sunday school teacher showed this video to our class today as we talked about witnessing and how hard it is to reach Americans. Often we have so many possessions and things, that we forget what we need more than anything else is a Savior.

This video made me think about what I'm doing with my own life, and how God may still choose to use me in missions work in the future.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAB-zJPsJjs

A Real Happy Ending

2010-02-14T12:33:00.005-06:00

What does true love really mean?

I've been turning this question over in my mind for several days, searching for something to ring true. Have you ever noticed how constantly bombarded we are with different views about love and what it means? Recently I realized just how much I'm filling my mind with the world's idea of love. Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of Nicholas Sparks, Michael Buble, and chick flicks. But what are they really saying about love?

I guess my search began when I started really paying attention to the lyrics of my favorite love songs, and after I finished reading Dear John, by Nicholas Sparks. Instead of feeling joyful at the triumph of love and displayed in both books and music, I felt like there was something seriously missing. How can love conquer the obstacles of time and distance, such as in Dear John? How can love overcome extreme differences in personality, such as in Pride and Prejudice?

Is love a constant, never-ending fire that must be stoked constantly for risk of it burning out? So much of popular music talks about the highs of love, and the crushing agony when love "doesn't work out." Is there a middle ground?

I know most of this probably sounds simple, and that real love comes from Jesus, and I believe that. But so many Christians and non-Christians alike are facing divorce every day. I can't help but asking, what does true love really mean?

Many people believe love is a feeling you get when making your partner the center of your world, and when that feeling fades, then, it must not be true love. Or, people look for all their acceptance and purpose in life from one person, and when they get let down, the love isn't there anymore.

I asked God to show me what His definition of true love was, and I believe He gave me an answer.

Love, the way God designed it, is a choice. Not only that, love is when you realize you don't have to "feel" absolutely in love every single day, because when you look to God for your need of love and acceptance, you're not totally depending on your significant other to fill you. You are both free to love without restraint, because you know that God is the only one who can fill the deepest longings of your heart, so you don't hold each other to an impossible standard.

In the end, I just wanted some hope that such a thing as true love exists. I believe it does. I also believe the only way it truly works is when Christ is center, then everything else is just and outpouring of that love.

Have a wonderful Valentine's Day, and remember the True Lover is patiently waiting for you to open your heart to Him.

To Save A Life

2010-01-23T21:09:00.005-06:00

Hey everyone! I want to encourage all of you to make an effort to go out and support To Save a Life this week. It's a Christian movie, but it's unlike anything you've seen before. The characters and situations are very close to real high school scenarios (partying, drinking, language, etc), so some of the content might seem out of place in a Christian movie. However, I think it's a really great way to show how knowing Christ changes everything and makes the old things of the world pale in comparison to knowing Him.

Check out the video on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_GVFEVXECFE

Think about taking a friend that doesn't know Christ with you, not only will the movie be interesting to them, but it will also give you a great witnessing opportunity when it's over!

I Am Second

2010-01-18T22:15:00.002-06:00

I'd like you to read the email I recently sent to an amazing website, iamsecond.com. This website changed me this weekend. It's what I've been needing for a long time. I encourage you to check it out!

Dear iamsecond.com,

My name is Melissa Gibby, and I was selected by Focus on the Family's Brio Magazine as their 2009 Brio Girl, who would write articles for teenage Christian girls for a year. My relationship with Christ began many years earlier, but became a real, everyday love relationship with Jesus when I went to Peru for two weeks in 2007. My life changed on that trip, and I learned that God wanted more out of me than just going to church on Sundays or praying every night before I fell asleep. I learned that God wanted me to follow Him with surrender, love Him without bounds, and love others as He loved me. When I found Jesus, the real Jesus, it changed my life. I believed God was going to use me in great ways for His kingdom, and I was eager to be a part of what He was doing in the world.

So, in early 2008, I applied with Brio magazine to be their Brio Girl for 2009. The duties of the Brio girl were to be a Christian example to their 200,000 readers, and to write articles about Jesus and how He relates to and is the author of our lives. I went through a rigorous selection process over the course of five months, finally ending in a photo shoot at Focus on the Family in Colorado Springs, Colorado for the January 2009 issue of the magazine. I was so excited and amazed at God for what He had done in my life! Who was I, that He would pick me to be His servant in this way? The months ahead were looking bright as I readied myself to write articles and glorify God.

I had written two articles when the editor of the magazine, Susie Shellenburger, emailed and told me that Focus on the Family had decided to discontinue all their teen programs. That meant that Brio would no longer exist, and I had gone through the entire process of becoming the Brio girl only to be cut short. It was hugely disappointing to have gone through so much just to come to a dead end. I wanted to be a writer, and in a way I felt like this was a great starting point for writing for God in the future.

After the magazine's discontinuation, I fell into a year and a half slump, where my relationship with God became a forced habit. So many people in my small town were excited about me winning the contest, telling me how I was "such an example for everyone at my high school," and that I was a wonderful "good Christian girl." It was like the pressure of a thousand expectations were on my shoulders, a burden I had to constantly bear. My life had become more about me being the type of Christian I "should" be, so that I could "be an example." My time spent with God felt more like something I needed to do rather than something I earnestly desired to do. I felt like it was something expected of me, "being an example" became my identity.

When I finally began to realize what had happened to my relationship with God, it seemed impossible to break the cycle. I was so afraid of failing again, because of the fall of the magazine, I was afraid that anything I tried to do for God would just fall apart. (not that I think it was really my fault the magazine discontinued) I've been so afraid of falling under everyone's expectations of me, that I just went through the motions. I was afraid of surrender, because if I surrendered everything, that left the door open for possible failure. Deep in my heart, I wanted to do things for God, but I was so wrapped up in me that I couldn't.

Looking at your website, I realized how wrong I've been for almost two years, that I Am Second, and God is First. Everything in my relationship with Christ has been about people pleasing and trying to lift myself up. I haven't wanted to fail, because I've wanted everyone to see my success and see God on the sidelines. In my striving to "set an example" I lost my love relationship with Christ. I didn't seek Him to know Him, but to know how I could be "the right kind of Christian." I lost my First love, my Jesus. I've been so selfish for so long, but now I see that it's all about Jesus, because He alone is worthy of my praise! He alone is to be high and lifted up.

I'm now confident to say that if God so desires me to live a life of anonymity, I'll do so gladly for His sake. Because nothing on earth is worthy but Him. I will not lift myself up again, because I Am Second.

In Christ Alone,
Melissa

PS. I want to be honest with all of you, telling you this is a true testimony of what my life has been the last year. Yes, I will admit my blogging has felt more forced than in years past, because I have wanted it to be something big more than something honoring to Christ.

It's hard for me to say all of this because I don't want anyone to think badly of me (which is me focusing again on myself more than God). Because am I trying to please men, or God? I want to be real, and I felt like it was important for me to post this online so that everyone can see what I've finally realized about myself. I want to learn to stop striving to be someone perfect or someone who motivates others. I want to, first and foremost, love Jesus above all else. I want to be Second, not First. Because only God deserves that spot.

I also want to apologize for being such a selfish person. I want to stop serving God out of a desire to see myself exalted, but out of sheer love and devotion to Him.

Jesus must become greater, and I must become less.

Busy Busy!

2010-01-14T21:54:00.003-06:00

Hey everyone! Sorry I've been so behind on staying updated lately. This semester had gotten off to a wild start, first with totally new classes and then with a random snow day in the middle of the first week of school. Needless to say, I've been a little swamped. The thing I love about the holidays and the summer time is the chance I have to refocus on God and spending time with Him. The hard thing is getting back to school and making the decision to stay committed to God even when things get crazy and busy.

I think one of the biggest things I've been struggling with is loving the people I don't like and treating everyone with respect. It's so easy to get caught up in a judgmental attitude! I want to show others the love of Christ in me by loving them and caring about them and their lives. This semester has been very difficult in that area so far. I pray that God will be able to use me, imperfections and all for spreading of the gospel. I want Him to continue molding me into his likeness more and more every day, in prayers that through time this struggle will become a little easier! I ask that you please keep me in prayer during this crazy last semester of high school. I want to make a lasting difference in the lives of some of people I may never see again, or at least not for many years. Thanks for continuing to keep up with my blog!

Many blessings!

Snow in the South!

2010-01-07T11:48:00.009-06:00

For the first time in forever it seems, we're actually having a decent snow! My sister and I had an awesome time playing in our few inches of lovely, white, puffy snow! :)

2010, Here We Come!

2009-12-31T14:51:00.004-06:00

I believe in New Year's Resolutions. Many people I know think they're a waste of time, or that if there's something you want to change about yourself, you should do it now. Maybe I'm being the optimist here, but I like the thought of making a fresh start in a new year. Something about breaking free from the norm at the beginning of the year has always appealed to me. I think it's always good to come to a point in your life when you can say, "Enough! It's time to make some changes!"

I know all the arguments, "I'll never stick to it" or "If you want to change something, do it now" or "New Year's Resolutions are a waste of time" etc. But I believe God has honestly done a work in my life through several resolutions I've made toward Him in the past. For one, two years ago I decided to read the Bible through in a year, and I completed that challenge (with much help from God!). I wasn't perfect every single day; some days I skipped reading, some days I slacked. But when the end of the year came, I finished right on time with a deeper understanding of God and His Word.

Other resolutions I've made (toward diet, goals, etc) have been kept, others have failed, but I still believe there's much to be said for choosing to make a positive change in your life.

You may have heard of those "365 day photo challenges" online or on flickr.com, and I've decided to participate in it as well. That means every day of 2010, I will take a picture of myself or something significant for that day, and at the end of the year I'll be able to look back and see how I've grown or changed. I think that this year will be a great one to photograph, because so many things are changing in my life. I'll be graduating from high school this year, leaving the family and going to Liberty University in the fall. It's going to be a huge year ahead, and I think this challenge will be a great way to capture everything.

I've also decided to read through the Bible again this year in the English Standard Version. Last time I read through in the NIV.

So this year I challenge you to step up and make a change for the better. I believe resolutions work, but they take work. It's not easy to change your eating habits, spend more time with God, read more books, watch less TV, study harder in school or anything for that matter. But I believe that with God, all things are possible, so don't jump into your resolution alone. Bathe it in prayer, and develop some backbone! Stick to what you've started. What better time to make a change in your life than now?

I believe in New Year's Resolutions. But more than that, I believe in a God who wants to use us and make our lives matter for eternity. Will you take the plunge and trust Him with everything this year?

Believe me, He'll use you in ways you never dreamed possible in your own strength...

Here's a Recap of the Year 2009!

2009-12-29T18:37:00.027-06:00

I was completely honored and awed by God to be selected as this year's 2009 Brio Girl! I still don't understand why God allowed for the magazine to be discontinued, but I know His timing and plan is perfect. I'm blessed for the time I had at the Brio Girl weekend, when we had the photo shoot for the magazine. I was able to meet so many wonderful people! I'm also glad that I was able to write two articles before the magazine's closing.

Brio magazine was such a positive influence on my life, and I thank God for how He used me this last year. I hope and pray maybe my small contributions had some eternal significance in life of maybe one reader.
Prom! I went by myself and got to hang with lots of friends. I had a great time!

We had a huge hail storm in the middle of some really weird weather! Not to mention a huge storm which was called a "Gravity Wave" which caused many trees to fall and general chaos throughout our town.
The my class took a trip through New England, making stops in Washington D.C., Philadelphia, Boston, and New York City. We visited many historical spots and had a great time traveling together!
While waiting for one of our state senators to come and meet with us, the security guard at the Capitol building allowed us to take several interesting pictures with him!
While we were in New York City, we were able to see Mamma Mia! the broadway! It was AMAZING!
Since I was named the 2009 Brio Girl before the magazine was discontinued, I was able to speak to the group of 600 students one night during evening FUAGNEM (Fired Up And Going Nuts Every Minute) on the missions trip to Guatemala City, Guatemala.
Beautiful children in the city.
I was a mime in our evangelical drama, Spellbound for a second time.
All the seniors chalked our parking spaces before the first day of school.
Homecoming week was tons of fun! I was able to help in the design of our homecoming T-shirts and it was great getting to work with the rest of the seniors on our float. It was really great to see a winning football game as well!
I was completely honored to be chosen as Ms. Students for Christ in the Homecoming Parade. :)
Nerd Day during Homecoming Week was definitely my favorite theme day of the week. And yes, that is a flash drive around my neck!
See You At The Pole went really well this year!
One of the highlights of my year was going to Liberty University for one of their College for a Weekend events. I was able to reconnect with one of my friends from Guatemala, and hang out with several other people I knew who attend Liberty. It was great!

My sister and I went to the Revolve Tour in October and it was great. Britt Nicole and Chad Eastham were our favorites.
During a purity conference at our church, I was somehow chosen to play the bride in our fake-wedding ceremony. "You may now high-five your bride!"
Thanksgiving. Yum!
Christmas with my family this year was bittersweet even in all the happiness. It's been hard thinking about this Christmas being the last one when I am living at home. All the same, I love spending time with all my family, eating, and being out of school! I'm so blessed and thankful to God for the many gifts he brings...including the one he brought thousands of years ago, the Hope of the Ages, Jesus!
I love hanging out with my younger cousins.....especially when I get decked out to play Star Wars!

Revelations

2009-12-15T21:11:00.003-06:00

This last week in my devotions I've been reading through the book of Revelations. I'm not going to go into detail about the many prophecies about end times and the Rapture, but instead I'm going to look at the first few chapters of the book before the judgments on the earth began.

For some reason this last week, these passages struck me as fresh and new, and I just wanted to share a few of my thoughts.

Take a moment if you can and read Revelation 4. Try and comprehend the magnitude of what John is seeing. Can you imagine seeing things so wonderful and glorious, you can't even begin to describe what you've seen? I imagine that it would be similar to bringing a pilgrim from the past into the future, showing them all the wonders of modern technology, and then sending them back home to share with everyone what they have seen. How would a pilgrim explain cars or television or telephones? I wonder if it was similar for John, who saw such glorious things in heaven? How limited do you imagine he felt by trying to put his thoughts into words that could not begin to adequately describe what he had seen?

The passage I love the most are verses 8-11:

Each of the four living creatures had six wings and was covered with eyes all around, even under his wings. Day and night they never stop saying:

"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come."

Whenever the living creatures give glory, honor and thanks to him who sits on the throne and who lives for ever and ever, the twenty-four elders fall down before him who sits on the throne, and worship him who lives for ever and ever. They lay their crowns before the throne and say:

"You are worthy, our Lord and God,
to receive glory and honor and power,
for you created all things,
and by your will they were created
and have their being."

Wow! Our God is so Awesome, Holy, and Righteous. How often do we truly give Him the praise He so completely deserves? This morning in church I realized that I don't praise God as He deserves to be praised. I don't give Him my all and worship Him from my heart. So often I want worship to give me some kind of hyped up emotional "feeling," when really worship should be about me giving Him my everything.

Now, take a moment to read Revelation 5.

This chapter is so awesome!

'"Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll?
But no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth could open the scroll or even look inside it.
I wept and wept because no one was found who was worthy to open the scroll or look inside it.
Then one of the elders said to me,
"Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah,
the Root of David, has triumphed.
He is able to open the scroll and its seven seals."'

Doesn't that just make you feel like shouting? The Lion, the Root of David, has triumphed! He alone is worthy to open the scroll!

It gets better! Keep reading:

Then I saw a Lamb, looking as if it had been slain, standing in the center of the throne, encircled by the four living creatures and the elders. He had seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven spirits of God sent out into all the earth. He came and took the scroll from the right hand of him who sat on the throne. And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints. And they sang a new song:

"You are worthy to take the scroll
and to open its seals,
because you were slain,
and with your blood you purchased men for God
from every tribe and language and people and nation.
You have made them to be a kingdom and priests to serve our God,
and they will reign on the earth."

Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne and the living creatures and the elders. In a loud voice they sang:
"Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain,
to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength
and honor and glory and praise!"

Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, singing:
"To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb
be praise and honor and glory and power,
for ever and ever!" The four living creatures said, "Amen," and the elders fell down and worshiped.

Doesn't that just give you chills? I know that there is probably much to be said about the significance of the horns and the eyes and the seven seals on the scroll, but what I want to focus on is the worship of the moment, and the Glory and Majesty of God.

What an awesome God we serve, that angels and man and all matter of creation bow before His Righteousness! May we never forget what a truly Wonderful God, capable of breathing the heavens into existence, we serve.

Don't let complacency blind you to the Holiness and Power of our Lord. To Him be the Glory!

I'll Always Be Thankful...

2009-12-02T16:22:00.015-06:00

Our families came together and read poems, sang songs, made posters, and talked about all the things we were thankful for after Thanksgiving dinner.

I love family pictures! :)

I was SOOOO cold outside!!

Gotta love Thanksgiving desserts!

This Thanksgiving was particularly special to me because it's the last Thanksgiving I'll have living at home with my family. From now on, I'll always be coming home for Thanksgiving. I was blessed to be able to spend time with close relatives, extended family, people I wish were my family and close friends. I can't think of a better way to have spent this holiday than with the people I love the most, eating ungodly amounts of food and playing ridiculously competitive board games!

Follow Me on Twitter!

2009-11-22T16:32:00.003-06:00

So I finally broke down and got a twitter account....follow me sometime! :)

Bold Steps

2009-11-19T13:54:00.008-06:00

Have you ever reached a point in your life where you feel constantly dissatisfied?

You feel like your life has no meaning and purpose, and you're going no where. You know you're meant for more. You even used to believe it. Maybe you're doing everything right; being actively involved in a Bible-believing church, spending time with God each day, surrounding yourself with people who encourage and build you up. But still, deep down inside, there's the fear that God won't be able to fill the void of empty living that's taken ahold of you.

I'm doing what I'm supposed to God, I'm praying and reading your Word...why then is it so hard for me to overcome these every day struggles?

I've always thought that by constantly doing the right thing and trying to seek God's face, I would be able to get back to that fulfilling place in life I used to have before my life got so complicated. I was doing everything right...but I had no joy in doing so. I made time for reading God's Word...but it felt more like a chore than anything else. I prayed...but my prayers just seemed to hit the ceiling.

I didn't understand. I desired, I longed for the uniquely fulfilling, purposeful life I used have in Christ. I missed the fellowship full of love and joy that I used share with my Savior; my best friend. So what was I doing wrong? I thought I had everything right. Why was my life so empty?

Through all of my searching, all of my striving to be The Good Christian, I missed one of the most important things of all. There's a verse in Deuteronomy where God is exhorting Israel to follow Him above all else and to have courage as He led them into the Promised Land.

Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. (Deuteronomy 6:5)

That's what I was missing! You see, I was doing the right things in my life, but I was neglecting one of the fundamental things God asks of me: to love Him with all my heart, soul, and strength. I couldn't truly love Him because I was divided under a relationship that I had been clinging to for much too long.

Morally, there was nothing wrong with my friendship, but when I began to look to him for my affirmation and acceptance instead of God, it became unhealthy. I was trying to serve him first instead of God. I began to let my security depend on how he made me feel rather than on the truth of what God says about me, that I'm a precious daughter of the King. We both knew it wasn't the right time or place to be trying to have a serious relationship, but still we held on anyway. When I put someone in front of my relationship with God, my fellowship with the Savior became broken.

It was a hard thing to let go. I think all relationships are.

Maybe we'll get another chance to learn how to make a relationship work in harmony with God. Even if we don't, I trust God enough to teach me relationships His way and in His timing. I can't imagine life now back the way I used to live!

My prayer for you is that you live a life full of the unhindered joy and freedom that comes with a life surrendered to Christ. Will you take a brave step and begin the journey?

"We may not arrive,
but we would persevere to the end,
following the True course."
-Unknown

Piece by Piece

2009-11-10T21:07:00.003-06:00

Riding in the pickup truck of a guy I barely knew, I wasn't really sure how I had gotten there. What was I thinking? I'm terrible at this kinda stuff. But for some odd reason, I had turned up on a Monday night to my church for visitation. So there I was, headed to a stranger's house to invite them to church. This may sound like no big deal, but for me, this was a big deal.

I'm scared of witnessing.

To be completely honest, the idea of telling my friends about Jesus and possibly suffering rejection freaks me out. Even though I know it's not me they're choosing to reject, but Christ, I've still never been able to get past the fear. So it might seem a little weird that I would show up to a church function that's sole purpose is to invite people to church and possibly tell them about Jesus. Don't worry. I thought it was weird too.

For some reason all that Monday morning and afternoon, I just couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I needed to go. I knew that teenagers didn't show up for visitation. It would probably be me and a bunch of old people. But I still found myself ten minutes to 6:30, putting on my jacket and hopping in the car. It turned out I wasn't the only one in the youth group interested in visitation. But that's where it began. Something strange was happening.

This week I had the strangest nagging to talk to a guy in my class about what he thought about God, his purpose in life and what he believes. I thought it was going to be really hard, but after the initial hurtle of just opening up, he was very interested in talking about it. Even though he's not where he needs to be with God, I was able to encourage him. I think that right then for the first time I realized that I can't make people choose Christ. I'm called to show them love and tell them God's truth in love. But I can't make them do anything.

Later that evening I went visiting again. We talked with a single mom who had children and seemed to be at a tough place in life. She was friendly and seemed interested that we had come to talk with her. She even said she might come to church sometime. I was beginning to understand how little witnessing really has to do with me. I've had it wrong this whole time.

I thought in order for people to accept Jesus, I had to have all the answers, be able to persuade them and move their hearts. And when I didn't have the answers, I didn't see the point in trying to witness any more. God's revealed that witnessing isn't about me. It's about Him and what He does in people's hearts and lives. Not me. I saw just how much I need to commit people to prayer and be willing to tell what's God's done in me, and leave the results to Him. Because ultimately, I am nothing. God chooses to use me as His vessel. If I trust in myself, I'll be blinded by my own inadequacy, but when I let go and let God work, He can truly do wonders.

Be careful what you pray for, because when you ask God to mold you into His likeness, He's faithful to answer. Witnessing and talking about God is something I've struggled with for years, but just now God's finally teaching me to overcome it. If only I had asked Him long ago to fix this area of my life. Never wait to walk in His footsteps...when placed in the hand of the Almighty, things we thought the hardest become mere shadows of the mountains we thought they would be. In Him and Him alone!

Something More...

2009-11-03T14:19:00.005-06:00

My experience this semester has been going something like...

Scholarship applications. Ugh.

More scholarship applications! Groan.........

Fill...out...just....one....MORE!

Honestly, senior year is enough to make anyone go crazy. Or at least get a very bad case of senioritis. Lately,underneath this huge load of scholarships, scholarships, scholarships, resumes, coursework, college visits, spending all the time you can with friends, and other such noble pursuits, I've found it's really easy to get hopeless fast. I mean, what do I have to look forward to once I get past this hurtle? College, getting a job, maybe getting married and juggling all stress that kids and raising a family brings?

Is that truly all this life is? Moving from one stress to the next?

Sometimes I wonder when my joy and hope for the future became over shadowed by "life." When did I stop dreaming bigger dreams for myself? When did I stop trusting God had something different for my life, that He would use me to make a difference?

It was easy to believe my life was meant for more when I was younger and didn't have the weight of a hundred decisions resting on my shoulders. It was easier when cynicism and the "hard facts of life" didn't cloud my hope of the future. It was easier the first time I came into contact with poverty, and was able to view the world as so much bigger than myself.

Sometimes fear makes me wonder if I'm destined to just take up space until I die, not changing anything or impacting anyone.

As I sat at my desk, feeling utterly hopeless, I remember the sweet soft voice of the Lord whispering, You're not alone. Your life is not without meaning. Seek me with your whole heart, and I will show you great and mighty things you do not yet know. And slowly, the joy that had been hiding for over a year came back, as beautiful as the morning...full of promise.

I'm not hopeless.

I was meant for more.

Even as I came to realize what I had lost during my obesssion with fruitless joys and empty pursuits of the future, I knew it would take sacrifice. A set apart life isn't easy. I'm learning that on a day-to-day basis. The time I spend with God is a sacrifice, but is becoming sweeter with each passing day. The deeper I plunge, the more I realize just how much relying on God daily impacts my life.

For the first time in my life, I've begun to seriously learn to shape myself around the Savior. To be honest, I haven't liked some of it. Actually, I haven't liked most of it. When I asked God to show me the areas of my life where I need to change and allow Him to mold me, He made good on His word. Through friends, family, and circumstances, I believe I've had more potter-and-clay experiences than I would like to remember. No one likes to be told they're wrong or that their behavior is less than desirable. We all like to be right most of the time. So it's been hard, with God showing me left and right what I'm doing wrong.

But as much as I hate hard correction, I'm truly seeing what my behavior looks like to God and others. And I don't like what I see. I don't want to just settle for the "Good Christian" mentality, I want to strive for something more. Something worth fighting for.

I was flipping through an old Bible of my mom's the other day and found this quote:

We should be so consumed with Christ that our lives don't make sense apart from Him.

I believe ours lives were meant for more than this complacent one so many of us are living. Maybe I'm just a crazy teenager who doesn't understand the "facts of life," but I want to be a part of a generation who believes in impossible, abundant, and completely fulfilling lives in Christ! Will you join me?

Liberty University, Here I Come!

2009-10-09T15:21:00.010-05:00

A few weeks ago I was privileged to visit one of the most dynamic Christian universities in the country: Liberty.

The College for a Weekend (CFAW) event started out for me at 4:30 am, as I headed to the airport for my flight to Lynchburg, VA. My mom and I hurried through the airport, I shuffled through security, and made a last pit stop at the deli by my flight gate. I stood in the line, praying the toaster would cook my bagel just a little faster. Finally, balancing bagel and cream cheese on the book in my hand, I walk/jogged to my gate, the last person to board. It wasn't until I was snuggled into my window seat that I realized I was missing one important item: a knife. Great, I thought. After being denied any utensils by the flight attendants, I resorted to my last means possible...using my finger to spread the cream cheese. I look like a freak, I thought, laughing to myself. My suspicions were confirmed at the look of mingled surprise and slight repulsion on the woman's face who was assigned a seat beside me.

After a hitching a ride to the university from the airport, finding out registration didn't start for another 4 hours, depositing my suitcase somewhere (possibly) safe, and wandering aimlessly around campus for a good ten minutes, I finally found myself outside the campus bookstore (aka Barnes & Noble) with a hot cup of Earl Grey tea and a cool spot to sit in the shade. So far so great, I thought halfheartedly. As I watched the people (most with laptops and coffee in hand) move around me, I felt lost and very small.

Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I had a text message which said, Hey, class is over. Meet me at the rot? My friend Drew was one of two people I actually knew who attended Liberty. Relief washed over me. No more sitting and feeling all alone! Except...what on earth was "the rot"? Finally, over several confusing text-messaged-instructions and one phone call later, I was on my way back across campus to the Reber-Thomas Dining Hall (called the rot by most students). Apparently, the Marriott Hotel had originally owned the building but later sold it to Liberty, but the nickname stuck.

After a delicious lunch in my opinion (a blah lunch in Drew's opinion) we headed off to his Psychology class, which I loved. The class only lasted one hour, and it was extremely interesting (in my opinion of course). Later that evening I was given the grand tour of the campus, which included many "stop and breathe" sessions and about two foot rubs. I had the wrong shoes for walking in addition to the simple fact that I am much more out of shape than I thought. But despite sore feet, I was very glad I got to see all of the campus, because it made for easy navigation the rest of the weekend.

Friday consisted of Convocation in the Vines Center (a tri-weekly required chapel time), sitting in on a theology class, watching a movie in the Tilly Center (a student coffee shop style lounge), and one of my favorite parts of the weekend........Liberty University HOCKEY!

Before this moment in my life, I had thought hockey was a boring sport that Disney occasionally made movies about, but let me just say: I was wrong. The icy chill of the rink was nothing compared to the action on the floor. The entire bleached-blonde hockey team flew across the ice with agility and speed I'd never seen. And when the action got started, it was nothing sort of fast and wild. I thought that since I was at a Christian school, there wouldn't be as much fighting as hockey is reputed to have....I was again mistaken. One moment everything was going smoothly, the next, a Liberty player was slamming an opponent's helmet against the wall over and over. The guy standing beside me assumed he was telling him, "YOU! NEED! JESUS! ARRRRR!" with every blow. We all agreed. My dorm mates and I also spent much of the game cheering for Chung, the only Asian player on the team. Why? I'm still not sure. Regardless, Liberty smoked the competition.

Saturday consisted of an early morning walmart run with Drew, waiting for a bus back to campus for an hour and a half, and a Liberty football game! (Liberty smoked the competition yet again)

And then came Sunday, the lovely day when I was to fly back home at 7:00 AM. Everything was set, including my alarm, a ride to the airport, and bags packed. But the moment I woke up in a drowsy stupor, I knew something was wrong. Grabbing my alarm clock, I gasped.

It was 8:30.

I thought I was going to be sick. I almost started hyperventilating. I did start crying, running my hands through my hair, trying not to panic. After a tearful conversation with mom, another tearful conversation with Drew (who was my ride and had waited outside for me for an hour, calling me several times...even though my phone was off), I was finally able to calm down a little. Mom said it was going to be ok, but I felt so tremendously awful! It was all my fault, and who knew how much money I was costing my parents? I cried some more. But finally, the arrangements were made and I was able to go to breakfast and later to campus church.

Even though I ended up paying my parents back for the expenses it cost to come get me, I had a great time during the weekend. Liberty University became a home to me in a matter of days. I love it there; the people, the scenery, the standards of the school, and yes, even the cafeteria food. I can't wait to be off next year for this new stage in life: college.

Almost Accindental

2009-08-28T13:29:00.005-05:00

Lately my thoughts have been drifting back toward a day about four months ago when I could have been killed in a car accident. It was a busy day on the highway, and one miscalculation was almost a deadly mistake. In the split second before I made my decision, to swerve or make impact with the car in front of me, all the oxygen seemed to be sucked from the world.

I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, I didn't feel any terror.

A sense of mild surprise filled my bones before I acted.

It was only ten minutes later sitting in the parking lot, hands still on the wheel, that my fingers started to shake. One tear became many as I began to realize what almost happened. I had almost died, been swept from the earth in one moment.

And shockingly, the thought of dying wasn't as terrifying to me as the thought of what I would be leaving behind. My little sister. Mom and Dad...my grandparents. My church moms and dads. Friends at school, missions trip friends, and countless other people who are wonderfully important to me. I can't imagine leaving my family to pick up the pieces if I had been killed.

The more I thought about the almost-accident, I wondered what Jesus must have been thinking when He was hung on the cross. In His sovereignty, He knew He would rise again from the dead, but I wonder He was experiencing a similar type of emotional pain. I imagine He knew the pain, sense of loss, despair, and even anger His disciples would feel when He died and left them in the most permanent way they knew. I believe He could feel the anguish they would have to go through before He rose again, and their hopes were restored. But for three days, they would have to wait and wonder why Jesus, their leader and the love of their soul, would abandon them.

Many believed He was going to end the oppression of the Roman Empire, but little did they know, Jesus came for to make a lasting and eternal impact on the world.

Even in light of a potential accident and possible death, I can still say my hope and joy lies in nothing but the blood of Jesus. Because of Him alone, I have peace in the face of death. I have freedom to live for Him, and to be all He calls me to be. I'm no longer empty inside, but have the kind of joy that only comes from being a child of the One and Only.

Guatemala: Looking Back

2009-08-03T19:41:00.014-05:00

Such beautiful children!

Mimes!
We took a boat to two different villages to do evangelism and ministry.
Painting a church one day.

Waiting in El Salvador before our flight to Guatemala left.
Everlife gave us a going away concert before we left for Guatemala!

I'm Writing a Book...And I Need Your Help!

2009-07-24T18:07:00.003-05:00

Hey everyone! While on my Guatemala missions trip, God gave me an idea for a project I believe He wants me to begin working on. Right now I'm working on compiling a book of statements from teenagers 13 and up who want to be radical in their obedience to Christ. Susie Shellenberger had the students on our missions trip write out their statements and she is going to email them to me, but I was wondering if you could help me out too!

All I need you to do is finish the statement, "If I were to become radically obedient to Christ I would..."

And it can be anything from obeying your parents to stopping lying to remaining pure until marriage to starting an orphanage in Africa! It needs to be anything you know would require radical obedience to Christ. I'd like to have as many statements as possible.

Please prayerfully consider what God would be asking you to do if you were to totally surrender to Him.

I also will need:

Your name
Age
Hometown
Email

And send it all to my email address: mfgibby@hotmail.com.

I need YOUR help to make this dream a reality, because I really believe it will become a published book in God's timing.

ALSO! If your statement is really personal, I still want it! You can opt to have me change your name (just include that in your email). Please include all other info though.

Thank you so much for your help!

*Please note that by sending me your information, you are consenting to it possibly being chosen to appear in a published book or other published media. Thanks!

Home Again!

2009-07-17T15:37:00.004-05:00

I'm home! Well...actually, I have been since Monday. But just now I'm finally gotten around to completing my last blog entry about this amazing trip. Upon arriving in the United States, I've been very sick all week and have been spending most of my time in bed. But now, as I look back on this trip and everything I've learned from my experiences in Guatemala, I see several things I need to change now that I'm back.

One is that I'm done with being so busy I can barely breathe (or have time to update my blog!). Two, now that I have time to breathe, I'm going to give writing another shot and see where God takes it. I believe He gave me some pretty big dreams while I was in Guatemala, and I'm ready (and have the time) to see where God is going to take them. Part of my plan is going to be quitting several clubs that I am involved in at school. I'm also going to have to stop making commitments, even when I want to be a part of something. I'm also taking some easier courses at the high school this year, which should help.

One of our speakers, Chris Wheeler told us, "Now that we have seen what much of the world is like, we can't go back home pretending we don't know what's out there. It's our responsibility to do something about it." I'm still praying about what God wants from me now that I have seen again what so much of our world is going through. Right now I believe that involves being right here in the states, using the resources He has given me to write, and maybe raise some awareness too. I believe our generation needs to see the world as it really is firsthand for many to believe it. However, too many of us are content to stay in our comfortable bubble of American society and are not willing to step into dangerous waters. Let us never become comfortable with doing nothing for those Jesus went to aide first: the poor, the orphans, and the widows.

Again, your love, support, and prayers mean the world over to me. Thank you for staying involved in my trip and my life. I love you all!

July 11

2009-07-11T17:11:00.006-05:00

We're finally here... today is our last day in Guatemala. I went shopping with my team this morning and then (finally, after lots of confusion) went to a delicious McDonald's for lunch. It was the most beautiful fast food restraunt I have ever been inside in my life. The employees helped me carry my tray, and they also didn't let you lounge on the fancy booths. It was strange compared to our greasy McDonald's in the States.

So after our somewhat sweaty shopping experience, and the ten minute treck home while dodging traffic, I pretty much crashed back at the hotel. It's been a long week, and I've actually missed my family and friends more this year than any other in the past. I'm giong to miss the people from my team this year, but I'm glad to finally be heading home. The people on my team this year have been amazing, and I've learned how to relate to other people by knowing them and their stories. It's been so exciting getting to have lots of opportunities to meet new people through being the Brio Girl this year. I also really enjoyed speaking to the all the students at FUAGNEM.

Please pray for our flight tonight as we leave at about 2:30 AM tomorrow morning. Pray that there are no delays and that we have safe travel. Thank you so much for your love and prayers this entire trip!!

July 10

2009-07-10T18:43:00.003-05:00

Today was our last day of ministry here in Guatemala City. We drove about 2 hours away to a park where we performed the drama to a very small number of people and then some children when they were let out of school for lunch. We didn´t have a very fruitful day, because most people we talked to were either already Christians or not interested in the gospel.

We still had a fun day though, doing a ¨practice¨drama (since our spanish dancer was sick and replaced by one of our LITs) which was extremely fun, since we were all goofing off the whole time. We also played with a few kids, passed out gifts (and I couldn´t find mine until I got home to the hotel), and just talked to people. We ate our PB&J super late, on our way home, and then when we were about 5 minutes from the hotel our bus broke down. We waited for at least another 15 minutes waiting for another bus to come get us. It was pretty funny, but I had been asleep the whole time, so Rob and I were pretty cranky when woken up in order to switch busses. All in all, our ministry days have been good and enjoyable, even if we had to travel alot this year. The people here definitely were not as responsive to the gospel as those in Guatemala, however, we had many geniune decisions for Christ every day.

Thank you so much for all your prayers and support. I appreciate them so much!! Tomorrow we´re going to the market to shop and see some sights, and then Sunday we´re traveling home. I can´t wait to share more reflections from my trip when I get home. Thank you again for checking out my blog and praying for God´s work here in Guatemala!

July 9

2009-07-09T17:54:00.006-05:00

We packed up today and headed for a school only about 30 minutes away from the hotel. First, we hung out with the people outside the school and put on makeup, gave away toys, and just played with the kids. A couple of us had a random group of college age students want a picture with us, and we also took tons of pics during the rest of the day for the children.

After school let out, we perfromed the drama and were able to talk and speak with the people. It was so fun to just play and laugh with the children. They simply ate up our love and attention. Several people learned the hard way not to just start handing out toys, but we were quickly able to get the crowd back under control.

After perfroming the drama, we went back to the bus for a lunch of PB&J and then back to the school to perform the drama for afternoon classes. The school conditions were crude and the rooms were dark and dirty. But we were still able to share God's message of salvation with so many of the children. One of the teachers was a Christian herself and so happy that we had come. Every teacher was given the gospel, and each one of them accepted Christ!

July 8

2009-07-08T18:02:00.003-05:00

Today was a half day for our team because Compassion International brought children who were sponsered by students to our hotel to visit with their sponsers. So, we were able to perform the drama twice today, once in a muddy park area and again in a government-operated soup kitchen. The people today were so responsive to the gospel, even more so than other days of ministry. The soup kitchen was very open to the gospel. And although not many people came to our performance in the park, we were able to pray with many people who were sick or had injuries.

However, in the midst of all this fruitfulness, our team has been striken with some kind of bug. Many of us are dealing with the runs, sinuses, and just overall nausia. Please pray that we would all be feeling better asap and that God would keep us strong to finish the work He has for us these last 3 days. Thank you so much for your love and prayers! They mean the world to me.

Also, last night we had Pam Stenzel speak to us about sex and sexual purity. She did a fantastic job of showing us the price of sexual immorality, it's after effects, and even the effect it may one day have on your future spouse and family. Many people (adults and students alike) got a great deal out of her straightforward approach.

July 7

2009-07-07T16:57:00.003-05:00

Today was a really cool day for us on Team 4. We were able to go to an orphanage to perform the drama and minister to the children. After we completed the drama, we played with the children, passed out gifts, painted faces and fingernails. It was so much fun getting to play with the children and share Christ and His love. We passed out bracelets, stuffed animals, stickers, coloring books, balloon animals and more. I was so blessed to just see their faces light up as we played with them. I wish I could have taken a few of them home with me!

Speaking of which, I think it would be so awesome to adopt.

After hanging with the kids, we spilt into two groups and did garden work and digging. My group went up the side of the hill to level out some land for building a shack. It was pretty intense digging work, and I'm sure my shoulders are going to be aching tomorrow morning, but it was good to get out and do some manual labor for a change. Now my shoes are full of mud and I stink like nobody's business, but I'm so glad to have helped the people of that Christian run orphanage to get some work done.

Also, last night was a big night for our team. Susie spoke about things that were holding us in bondage at FUANEM, and each team took some time for everyone to confess their sins with each other and experience healing. It was such a great release for so many people to let go of sins or situations that had been holding them back. Some people had struggled with sexual sin, from intercourse to mastraubation, others had abusive families, some had fathers who caused guilt and low self esteem. Others simply dealt with anger or jealousy or even slack in their relationship with Christ. Whatever the case was, having sins and problems out in the open helped everyone to see each other more clearly and also to realize that we're all broken people. The great thing about opening up to each other was the fact that we all know how not only to pray for each other, but to know that we're all not alone in the world and in our sin. God is faithful to forgive and to heal!

Missions Trip Photos!

2009-07-06T17:53:00.003-05:00

Check out photo updates from the trip at:

http://neverthesame09.blogspot.com/

July 6

2009-07-06T17:39:00.003-05:00

Today during ministry we went to a soup kitchen where we were able to help serve and perform our drama for two different shifts of people coming through. It was different than the soup kitchens in America, which are normally free (at least in my experience), because people had to pay 10 Quetzales. That adds up to a little more than a dollar. We ministered to the people by helping them carry their trays, picking up their trays of food for cleanup, and after performing the drama, talking to them about Jesus.

We were in an extremely confined space, so everyone was bumping into each other while performing. However, many of the people still understood the drama and appreciated us coming out to serve them. A few people came to Christ, and most all claimed to have a relationship with him, though not in the way God intends His relationship with us to be. Most people in Latin America associate themselves with the Catholic church, which is often their only basis of faith.

I went with a group of people who talked to several of the Guatemalans in the area, and I was able to pray with one woman for her arm, which was in a cast. I wish I had been more bold about talking to people about Christ. Sometimes it's so hard to talk about the most important thing in your life to people who truly need Jesus. Satan keeps plaguing me with lies that what we're doing here isn't really going to make a difference. That us coming, evangelizing, and leaving isn't really going to make a difference in anyone's life. I know this isn't true, but it's so hard to fight sometimes. Please pray for me for boldness and for the words to say to the people I encounter!

July 5

2009-07-05T16:00:00.004-05:00

Hey everyone! Today we had a FUAGNEM church service where Susie challenged us to continue living in radical obedience to Christ, and to kill little sins before they grow into monsters.

The rest of today has been spent relaxing and hanging out around the hotel. Some groups went shopping, others swam, I hung out and read a book. It's just a good day for us all to relax and refuel.

Later this afternoon we will have EIEIOK (Everything I Ever Intended On Knowing) seminars. A group of students and I are also going to be performing the "World's Scariest Monster" skit at the Talent Only a Mother Could Be Proud of talent show tonight after a Jaime Jamgochian concert. It's been a great day today..hanging and talking to new people. The food here is delicious, even the PB&J.

Thank you for your continued prayers as we head out into ministry tomorrow!

July 4

2009-07-04T23:38:00.004-05:00

Happy fourth of July! Our team finally remembered it was Independence Day after a long day of work, rolling back into the hotel around 7 o´clock. Today was the longest work day I can remember to date of my Brio trips, and the main reason being we traveled by boat to several islands to share the gospel.

Rising bright and early and leaving the hotel at 7 (the normal breakfast time) we traveled for about 3 hours to a dock where our team boarded and sailed for 20 minutes to an island village. Most of us napped most of the trip, although after getting wide awake it was hard to sleep as we sped through the windy mountains, inertia not being our friend on the long ride.

Several of us rode on the roof of the boat, enjoying the glorious mountain scenery, fresh breeze, and warm sun. It was a beautiful day for travel. The first village we stopped at was not very responsive to the gospel, which was a bit dissappointing, but we as we continued on the second village (and extra 20 minute ride) the people there were more receptive. About 60 percent of our day was spent traveling, and we arrived home late, singing national songs and (randomly) Christmas carols, coming in late to dinner and FUAGNEM.

Now I´m sunburned and tired, but happy because we had a fun day and a great service tonight at FUAGNEM about being truly obedient to God. Please continue to pray for the people and our team as we grow in unity and peace with each other. And please finally pray for me, that I will have joy in serving wholeheartedly. Thank you for all your love!

July 3-One More Thing!

2009-07-03T17:26:00.003-05:00

I almost forgot to post about my speaking the other night at FUAGNEM in Miami! As the Brio Girl, I was given the opportunity to share my heart with the group about whatever I felt God laying on my heart. So, I ended up sharing my testimony and talking about some things I´ve been going through in my life. I shared about how I was worried about the future and not knowing what God was going to do in my life, and how it was ok to not know the whole plan ahead of time. It´s ok for me to wait on God´s timing as He chooses to reveal His will for my life. That was something of a revalation to me, and I wanted to share it with everyone. I used Psalms 138:8, Jeremiah 29:11-13, and Isaiah 45:9. I was nervous, but God gave me the strength I needed to let my words be clear, and hopefully a message that others could relate to. I didn´t ramble (thankfully!) and really enjoyed getting to share!

July 3-Guatemala

2009-07-03T17:14:00.003-05:00

Well here I am, finally in Guatemala, and we´ve just completed our first day of ministry. Today we painted a church with oil based paint which was a long, messy and goopy job to say the least. I was unaware that oil based paint does not come out of clothing, so I wasn´t dressed correctly for the large job. However, we still had a good and stinky time ministering to the people. I helped make PB and J sandwiches for the group, and also painted (messily) a few benches. At the end of the day, Aiesha Woods (a Christian recording artist who´s hanging out with our team) and the group started singing. Starting with fun songs like ¨Na Na Na¨and ¨Ain´t No Mountain High Enough¨ we then moved on to worship songs, praising Jesus for his love and faithfulness in the midst of a very oily-smelling church.

The weather here is cold, and much different from the weather in Guatemala that I experienced last August. Our group also seems a pit overrun with whining and complaining (about sandwiches, about work, and room conditions). Please pray for team unity and grace, so we can come to accomplish the task at hand. I´ve had a hard time avoiding being negative about our work so far, and just the fact that we got in late last night and still had to go out to ministry the next day. Pray that God will change lives and work in our relationships with each other.

My two goals for the trip are these: to love well and to serve with joy.

I´ve failed at those two goals today, but I know that tomorrow is fresh and new with no mistakes in it yet, and I´m trusting in God to work in us all, me especially.

Thank you so much for your love and prayers!!

So far I have found three computers available for use by all 600 of us, so I am unsure of when or how I´ll be able to write again. I may pay extra in the coming days and use wi fi on my itouch. We´ll see what happens!

July 1-Miami

2009-07-01T09:17:00.003-05:00

Hey everyone! It's been a carefully planned battle trying to find time to post with 600 other teens wanting to check their facebook and email home. But here I am today, in our 2nd day of training, waiting for the mimes turn to practice the drama we're performing, "Spellbound." I'm in the role of a mime this year, and also get to play the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, and the cross of Jesus Christ.

Tonight I'm speaking at FUAGNEM (Fired Up And Going Nuts Every Minute) rally, and I'm a little nervous about how that is going to go. Please pray that I have the words God wants spoken! Also, yesterday I badly sprained my ankle and, thankfully, am able to walk today. I'm hoping that within a few days I'll have close to a full, if not slowed, range of motion back. Please pray for quick healing and for further safety throughout the trip. Thank you so much for all your prayers. They mean the world to me!!

The rest of today is going to consist of training and refining the drama, and then a concert by Everlife and my speaking opportunity. We leave for Guatemala tomorrow at 1:00 PM, so hopefully I'll have an update tomorrow in the country or on Friday. Love you all and thanking God for your prayer and support!

Day 1-Miami

2009-06-29T13:42:00.003-05:00

Sorry to everyone for not posting in so long! Life's been incredibly busy...but now I'm having the chance to slow it down just a little and re-focus on God here on the 2009 Brio Missions trip to Guatemala!

I've just arrived at the hotel and am meeting up with old friends and trying to find the elusive Susie Shellenburger! Hopefully everything will go well with being here and getting funny looks while other teens seem to recognize me. Should be interesting! I'm hoping and praying to make lots of new friends and maybe have and impact on somebody. Please pray for the entire group...there are going to be people here going through alot of tough situations in their lives, and I pray that God will show them healing through this trip. Pray also for me as I speak to the group one night this week and that God would use me to say what He wants heard. Pray also for me as I have the opportunity to reach out to a variety of different people through being Brio girl. Last but certainly not least important, pray for the people of Guatemala that they would see the Hope that is in us and be forever changed through our impact!

Thank you so much for your prayers, and I hope to keep everyone updated. Hopefully there will be an internet cafe in the hotel in Guatemala. Love you all!

Hopeful

2009-04-24T11:23:00.005-05:00

As I sit here in my dad's office, I started thinking about all the things that I have been giving my time this year. One of the first things that popped into my mind was AP Chemistry, which has taken a great deal of my brainpower (and willpower to get the homework done).

AP Chemistry is by far the hardest class I've ever had in my high school career, and it's taken a lot of perseverance to stick with it. I didn't even think I had much patience. Let me give you a little background. Number one: I don't like science. Number two: AP Chemistry is the third hardest AP class after AP Mandarin Chinese and AP French. So maybe you're wondering, Why on earth are you taking that class in the first place? I, in my naive mind, initially thought, Hey, maybe I can not have to take Chemistry in college! Yeah. Right. So, throughout this entire course my brain has been fried, my body has been tired from late nights of homework, and my sanity is possibly in question. But, even in the busyness of AP Chemistry, a part-time job, being involved in six different clubs for school, a tutoring job, church, family, and hardly any time to breathe, this one verse sticks out to me the most:

But we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.

(Romans 5:3b-4)

Even in this season of crazy schedules, lots of caffeine, and too little sleep, I have hope. I'm building something much more important than a solid knowledge of stoicheometry, equilibrium, acids and bases. I'm building character. And even though I have yet to see the light at the end of the tunnel, God has a plan. As I build perseverance and character, I have hope. God has a great plan for me...of this I am sure.

Besides, summer's only in four more weeks!

Updates

2009-03-24T17:24:00.002-05:00

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading my blog!! Would you believe this blog is getting close to 1,500 views? I'm pretty excited and honored that you've taken the time to see what I've written. Thank you!

Also in the (hopefully near) future, I'm planning to have some video feed up and running. So keep an eye out for updates coming soon! Also this summer be sure to check out my blog during the month of May, as I travel on the New England Odyssesy with my school throughout Washington, D.C., Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, and New York.

Check out my blog this summer as well from June 29-July 12 as I travel with Brio Magazine to Guatemala City, Guatemala. I plan to have daily updates on the trip! Again, thanks for checking out my blog, and for all your prayers.

Nine More Weeks...

2009-03-24T17:15:00.002-05:00

I didn't believe in senoritis until this year, and I'm pretty sure I have an early case. The main reason would probably be because of AP Chemistry (a.k.a. PURGATORY), the hardest class I've ever taken in my entire life! I'm still not sure what possessed me, and English person, to take the class. Probably some kind of naive idea that I could pass the AP exam. Ha! My main goal now is just to make an A in the class, forget the AP exam. Now it's that time of year where life is slugging by, and summer doesn't seem to be getting any closer. But hopefully, with a little perseverance, some Dr. Pepper, and a whole lot of prayer, this year will be one worth remembering!

Clear the Stage

2009-03-19T20:36:00.004-05:00

This song really spoke to me tonight. I realized some of the relationships I've been holding on to were idols. I believe God's teaching me a lot of new things in this season of brokeness. Corrie ten Boom once said, "Whatever you treasure in life, hold it loosely so that it doesn't hurt when God has to pry your fingers open to take it away." Please check out the link to the youtube video of this song and read the lyrics. It's powerful.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6MvZLDBFpU

Clear the stage and set the sound and lights ablaze

If that's the measure that it takes to crush the idols.

Chuck the pews and all the decorations too

Until the congregations few then have revival.

Tell your friends that this is where the party ends

until you're broken for your sins you can't be social.

Then seek the Lord and wait for what he has in store

and know that great is your reward and just be hopeful

Cause you can sing all you want to.

Yes you can sing all you want toyou can sing all you want to

And don't get me wrong, worship is more than a song.

Take a break from all the plans that you made

And sit at home alone and wait for God to whisper.

Beg Him please to open up his mouth and speak

And pray for real upon your knees until they blister.

Shine the light on every corner of your life

Until the pride and lust and lies are in the open.

Then read the word and put to test the things you've heard

Until your heart and soul are stirred and rocked and broken.

Cause you can sing all you want to.

Yes you can sing all you want toyou can sing all you want to

And don't get me wrong, worship is more than a song.

Anything I put before my God is an idol.

Anything I want with all my heart is an idol.

Anything I can't stop thinking of is an idol.

Anything that I give all my love is an idol.

We must not worship something that's not even worth it.

Clear the stage and make some space for the one who deserves it.

Cause I can sing all I want to.

Yes I can sing all I want toI can sing all I want to

And still get it wrong, worship is more than a song.

And you can sing all you want to.

Yes you can sing all you want to

You can sing all you want to

But don't get me wrong, worship is more than a song.

Gloomy Days

2009-03-14T15:08:00.001-05:00

Have you ever had one of those less-than-welcome experiences that seem to plunge you headfirst into adulthood--without your permission? Like maybe that first silent drive to school after officially having your license. Or maybe it was the time you went out to eat all by yourself, or rode an airplane completely alone. It might have been your first real job, the death of a loved one, or maybe a relationship fell through the cracks...while you're the one left trying to pick up the pieces.

That's where I am right now; learning that adulthood isn't always what it's cracked up to be, love stinks sometimes, and I can't stay young forever. People get hurt. Sometimes we change our minds. And life isn't a rose garden.

It amazes me how hopes and dreams stored up for so long can be dashed in a single moment. In one day, one moment of weakness..and everything can fall through roof.

This gloomy time I'm in is like something one of my dear friends, Florine Childress said, "There are days in our lives when there are such clouds and mistiness we can't tell up from down. We are just surrounded. And those days you spent wondering and worrying with no quick answers coming from the Lord, they will come. But you know now that God did not consider you out of sight or out of his control, even in the darkest of nights."

If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me

and the light become night around me,"

even the darkness will not be dark to you;

the night will shine like the day,

for darkness is as light to you.

-Psalm 139:11-12

Isn't it good to know that when we think we're surrounded by the dark, misty night, shadows flee from the presence of the Lord? Right now I'm facing one of those misty situations that feels out of God's control. But as Mrs. Florine reminded me, God does not consider me out of His sight or out of His control. He's here, and that's where I find my peace.

In His Delight

2009-03-02T18:06:00.007-06:00

"The LORD your God is with you,

he is mighty to save.

He will take great delight in you,

he will quiet you with his love,

he will rejoice over you with singing."

-Zephaniah 3:17

I love this verse, because it's so clear and honest about God's pure, wonderful love for us. "He will quiet you with his love" is one of my favorite lines because in times when I've been anxious or overwhelmed with worry, I can remember God's still, small voice pouring over me with words of love and promise. "I will never leave you nor forsake you," or, "Be still and know that I am God," remind me of His perfect love and peace.

Have you ever realized that God takes great delight in you? He delights and rejoices over your life. Not because of what you do or how talented you are, but because you are unique and beautiful, a creation made in the image of God! You are valuable. You have purpose. You're a child of the One True King! He delights in your life. Have you taken time today to just sit and listen? Have you taken a break from the busyness and noise of life, and just been still?

Take time today and find a quiet place. Sit still, and listen to the voice of God. He's rejoicing over you, singing in a voice more clear, radiant and wonderful than anything you've heard before.

Instead of asking something of God, just listen; because the Lord your God is with you, and He is mighty to save!

Prayers and Chicken Portabella

2009-02-16T15:21:00.008-06:00

So there I was on Valentine's Day, eating my delicious chicken meal, when a flash of gold catches my attention. I stare at the purity ring I'm wearing, remembering every detail of the night I sat in this same restaurant with my parents, recieving it for the first time. I shake my head and look back up across the table where he's smiling at me.

"Sorry, I was staring of into space." I smile. Leaning back in the booth, I let my mind wander again as we wait for the ticket.

I wonder what he's doing right now? On a date, or at home? A sense of peace floods over me. In His time. I say a quick prayer, God, bless my future husband right now. Keep him in your will, protect him, teach him to love you without bounds. I look over to see him smiling at me again. And let him have as wonderful a evening tonight as I'm having!

Afraid?

2009-02-03T20:55:00.002-06:00

Afraid? Of What?

Afraid to see the Savior's face

To hear his welcome, and to trace

The glory gleam from wounds of grace?

Afraid--of that?

Afraid? Of what?

A flash, a crash, a pierced heart;

Darkness, light, O Heaven's art!

A wound of his a counterpart!

Afraid--of that?

Afraid? Of what?

To do by death what life could not--

Baptize with blood a stony plot,

Till souls shall blossom from the spot?

Afraid--of that?

E.H. Hamilton

Do I need the plan?

2009-01-16T16:46:00.005-06:00

Up until yesterday afternoon I have always had a plan for college. I was going to know exactly what I wanted to do for the rest of my life (in my career) before I stepped foot into a classroom, with God's guiding and direction. I was going to work hard in high school and get lots of scholarships to pay my way. I was going to be the salutatorian of my graduating class. That was the plan. But as college is getting closer and closer, I've been feeling more and more uneasy. For one, I've felt no clear direction from God as to where I should go to college or what career I want to pursue. It's frustrating to look for colleges when you're undecided about any majors or careers. I've prayed and prayed, asking God to guide me, when yesterday while I was at work I realized something.

Out of the blue, the still small voice of the Almighty whispered into my heart five small words:

You. Don't. Have. To. Know.

You don't have to know. "Whoa. He's right." I thought. I instantly felt a peace come over me that I haven't experienced in a long time. God is in control. I don't have to know what my future holds right now. I can trust that God's plans are better than my own, taking it one day at a time.

I thought back to all the hours I've wasted worrying about my future and college and scholarships, when I should have been focusing on trusting God with my future.

This verse has meant so much to me these last few days:

Does the clay say to the potter,

"What are you making?"

-Isaiah 45:9

A Cry from the Heart

2009-01-13T21:02:00.004-06:00

I found this verse today and wanted to share it with all of you!

Because you are my help,

I sing in the shadow of your wings.

My soul clings to you;

your right hand upholds me.

Psalm 63:7-8

Read that again.

Wow! I sing in the shadow of your wings. My soul clings to you. What fantastic words and images! Take a minute to pray and examine your heart. Are you singing and rejoicing in God's presence? Do you long for God with all your heart? What is your heart cry?

Missing my Peruvian Friends

2009-01-09T17:40:00.006-06:00

I had an extremely depressing thought the other day.

I may never see some of my friends from the Brio missions trip or translators again. Ever again.

I almost wanted to cry. The guys and girls from my team were the people I had grown closer to Christ with. People who had seen me cry and with whom I had shared my deepest struggles. They were with me when I led someone to Christ. I sweated, laughed, worshiped, and was changed with them. I might never see my brothers and sisters in Christ again on this earth.

That's a hard thing to swallow.

Then the still small voice of God started nudging my heart. It was almost like He was saying, Aren't you forgetting something?

Oh.

I was forgetting one of God's most comforting and awesome promises. This world isn't the end, and God had to remind me once more that I will see the friends I love again one day. That meeting will be even more glorious than any we could have here on earth! There is freedom to love and let go in Christ. I don't have to be depressed when I see friends come and go during different stages of my life. As Christians and followers of Jesus Christ, we will see each other again; basking in the presence and glory of our Savior. What a reunion that will be!

Awaken

2009-01-06T20:07:00.003-06:00

There's just something about nature's beauty that awakens my heart to God's voice.

The funniest thing happened to our family while we were together during Christmas week: we went canoeing. Two days before, the temperature had been in the twenties, but that day God decided to give us a little sunshine.

For me, it was a breath of fresh, life-giving air.

Recently I've been in what I might call a spiritual slump. That's one reason why my blogging has become so sketchy lately. But this trip out on the water, experiencing God's beautiful creation for the first time in weeks, I was finally able to break free from the chains of complacency that have taken such a firm hold in my life.

I don't know how my spiritual life became so monotonous in the first place, but as we pushed off from shore a week ago, I looked into the sunset and realized that I've been missing out. My eyes have been blinded to God working all around me as I've just slugged through this last sememster. Out on the water I opened my heart again, and cried out to God-really cried out to God-and asked Him to break me from this bondage. Wow! What a change came over me when I realized I didn't have to live this way any longer. Part of my complacency has been born of my doing all the right things, but not putting my heart into them. I have to be purposeful in my prayer life and reading the Bible, not just going throught the motions as I have been.

Part of my problem was that I have become accoustomed to God answering prayer quickly in my life. Right now my family is in a tough situation that isn't going to be fixed quickly or easily. God is teaching me something new, which is learning to pray long term without growing weary or losing faith.

But as for right now, I'm on the upside of the valley, heading to the Mountaintop, in search of the Son. It's a good place to be.

What a trip.

Beyond Measure

2009-01-01T21:50:00.004-06:00

"We may not arrive, but we would persevere to the end, following the True course."

As I look back on this year, I am pretty amazed at how far God has brought me. This year has been a turbulent one; with mistakes, disappointments, and trials. However, it's also been a year in which God has shown himself to me in so many ways; like Peru this summer, Guatemala, being named the 2009 Brio Girl, and reaching my goal of reading through the entire Bible. God has been so good to me! I have certainly been blessed Beyond Measure, but deep in my heart I know that this is just the beginning.

Now I'm looking forward, pressing on into this New Year full of Promise, and looking to the One who is the Author and Finisher of my faith, Almighty God, the Song I sing.

"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."

-Philippians 3:12-14

Love Story

2008-12-09T18:34:00.004-06:00

I thought this was cute! It was a wordle (wordle.net) of the Taylor Swift song.

Devotional Text Messages!

2008-11-12T16:35:00.003-06:00

Here's a really cool way to get devotionals sent right to your phone, through text messaging! Who said all texting was bad?

Brio and Breakaway magazines have teamed up to create a daily devotional text for teens - MyFaith Daily Devotions, it’s a daily faith boost direct to your phone. The devotions are written by Mike from Breakaway and Susie from Brio.

How:

“dial” 27138
in the message field type “myfaith” (one word, no capitalization, no punctuation or quotes)
press send
when you get a message back be sure to text back the word “yes” so that they know you really did request to join the group. (it’s called opting in)

Starting the next morning(ish) you’ll get a short thought, verse or challenge to help you stay spiritually on track that day.

Standard messaging rates apply so you will either be charged per message (5 incoming per week) or if you have unlimited texting you’re good to go because they are not Premium texts and won’t cost any extra.

If you have a signature, be sure to erase it from your activation message, otherwise, it won't work.

This is a great opportunity to get a spiritual boost every day! Get involved!

For any other questions you have, check out briomag.com.

2008-11-10T21:01:00.002-06:00

I love mobile posting!
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Twilight

2008-11-09T13:16:00.003-06:00

With all the craziness around school about the Twilight Saga books and the new and upcoming movie dedicated to the first book in the series, I decided to pick up the first book to see if it was any good. May I just say, whoa! I was completely blown away. Twilight turned out much better than I expected and was a fascinating read. Stephanie Meyer does a fantastic job in making the reader feel like they're really in the middle of the story. I completely enjoyed it, and if you're looking for a great read with a (mostly) happy ending, this is a good place to go. However, don't get to comfortable. The rest of the books get darker and darker as they go, and most people I've talked to say that the first one is their favorite. Twilight is a good teen fiction novel for a rainy day (or any day, actually). I'm excited about seeing the movie too! The main thing I don't like about the book is Bella's complete obsession with Edward. I believe you can completely love and care for someone deeply without being suicidal if something were to happen to them. Since the story is told in first person, you read all of Bella's thoughts and feelings throughout the novel, which in many cases involves her infatuation and love for Edward. Overall, great read!

What Clay Aiken Forgot

2008-10-06T20:20:00.004-05:00

Working at the local public library, we subscribe to a variety of different magazines. Last Saturday I couldn't help but notice the cover of our most recent issue of People magazine. On the cover was a picture of Clay Aiken and his son. Yes, I'm Gay, was plastered across the front of the cover in large, bold letters. I find it slightly humorous that most celebrities seem to proclaim their big confessions on the cover of People. Anyway, during my break I started flipping through Clay's "I'm Gay" article and I found something very disturbing. Clay seems to have a few things mixed up about homosexuality and the Christian faith. So sit back as we tackle Clay Aiken's view on faith and homosexuality.

First, I am in no way stating that I am questioning Aiken's salvation. That fact is between him and God, and it's not for me to make that judgment. However, I do question what Bible Aiken has been reading lately. As a born-again Christian, God calls us to read His Word, study it, and obey it. As born-again believers, the Bible is our source of truth. Therefore, I want to examine what the Bible says about homosexuality. The Bible defines homosexuality as sin, and nothing but sin. Here is what the Bible says about homosexuality:

You shall not lie with a male as with a woman. It is an abomination. (Leviticus 18:22)

Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God. (1 Corinthians 6:9-10)

This verse is very important. While Christians can and do commit all of these sins, yet they do not characterize the Christian in an unbroken life pattern. True born-again believers sin, resent that sin, repent, and seek to gain the victory over it. Back to more verses.

Leviticus 20:13
Romans 1:27
1 Timothy 1:9-10
Galatians 5:19-21
Jude 7
Ephesians 5:3-5

All of these verses completely condemn homosexual behavior as sin. There is no other way to look at it. That's not my opinion or anybody else's opinion. It is the truth of God's Word, the Bible. I don't understand how someone who claims to be saved, a born-again Christian, could overlook this important truth. Apparently someone forgot to read their Bible!

Clay also says that he grew up around people who believed homosexuality was a choice. Well, Clay, nothing has changed since then. Biblically, since homosexuality is defined as sin, we have a choice in whether or not we will participate in that sin. God gave us a free will, so therefore we must decide if we will live in a sinful behavior that is contrary to God's word, or if we will choose to obey Him. If homosexuality is a struggle, remember that God gives us the power through the Holy Spirit to overcome sin.

Aiken is also wrong in his assumption that homosexuality is defined by genetic code. As he states in People magazine:
"I have no idea if he'll be gay or straight. It's not something I'll have anything to do with, or that he'll have anything to do with. It's already probably up inside the code there ... No matter what the situation you're in, if you're raised in a loving environment, that's the most important thing."

After some research in the subject, I have found that although much study has been conducted on the issue of the "gay gene" nothing is concise. Scientists cannot prove it. I don't believe the really ever will be able to prove that sin is anything but sin. Since unproven, for all practical purposes we will throw the "gay gene" idea out the window. Are we, as born-again Christians, going to live in a lifestyle of sin? Are we going to make lame excuses? Or, are we going to follow what God's Word says, and live in a way that is pleasing to Him? God is a loving, merciful, and forgiving God. But He is also a just and righteous God, and no sin goes without consequences. So I challenge you to get in Word and see what God says! Today is the day of salvation, and it's never too late to do a U-turn and start living for Him.

To read a portion of Clay Aiken's People interview:
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20228488,00.html

Or, simply pick up the recent issue of People.

15 Albums You Gotta Check Out

2008-09-26T17:39:00.005-05:00

Unbreakable, Fireflight
Over and Underneath, Tenth Avenue North
Relentless, Natalie Grant
Love, Inhabited
Great God Who Saves, Laura Story
Addison Road, Addison
Opposite Way, Leeland
All Over the World, The Sonflowerz
Revelation, Third Day
Cadia, Cadia
Not Afraid, Stephanie Smith
Shine Through the Stars, Chasen
...Is My Friend!, Hawk Nelson
End of Silence, RED
Greatest Hits, Jars of Clay

Fireproof

2008-09-26T16:51:00.009-05:00

The new movie from Sherwood Baptist Church (the creators of Facing the Giants) is out tonight! I'd like to encourage everyone to see it and really think about the message. God is on the move with this church, and I'm excited to see how this movie has an impact on those who watch it.

Here's the link for the preview:

http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=M5lSu6GkC2k

Love or Respect?

2008-08-17T21:51:00.005-05:00

In my Sunday school class, we've been learning a lot about guys (surprised?). It's actually been a really cool subject to learn about--besides the obvious reasons! I realized I didn't really know much about the inside lives of guys. I was thinking as we went through the book For Young Women Only (by Shaunti Feldhahn and Lisa A. Rice), "I've never heard this before!"

Now, I consider myself to be a slightly obsesive reader, so I've read a few guy books in my time. But never, ever had I heard some of the things talked about in this book. What stuck out the most to me in this study was the idea that guys rather be respected than loved by those around them. What? You've got to be kidding me! I decided to ask some guys I know, and they said yes, they desired respect. I couldn't believe it.

As girls, we desire love from those closest to us and could often could care less about being respected. I think a lot of us are in the dark about some of the most important needs of those of the opposite sex. I never realized that guys wanted me to respect them; I simply gave them what I wanted, which is love and compassion. I think in a similar way guys respect the girls around them, maybe to much. Now, don't get me wrong, it's extremely important for guys to respect girls. But we need more than just respect. Girls want to be loved and cared for. We want to know that the guys around us care about our best interests, and we want to know they think that we are valuable.

We should never try and find our identity and value in a guy, because our value should be found in God alone. Yet, at the same time, it's healthy and natural to want to feel cared for and valued.

All this said, since this is such a new concept for me, showering guys with respect instead of lots of love, I ask, "How do you respect a guy?" How should we as girls treat the guys around us? What do we need to avoid saying or doing that would tear a guy down rather than build him up? How exactly do you define "respect?" I'd love to have some feedback about this issue! I'm kind of in the dark, so anything you guys have to add would be fantastic!

Doing the Hard Things

2008-08-15T19:00:00.003-05:00

It's hard for underclassmen to really grasp the shifting responsibilities of becoming a junior. I always thought there wasn't much difference in class separation, except that the seniors were full of themselves (somewhat), and that some of my classmates were really immature. So therefore, I was strangely surprised at what I found. Walking through the halls, I notice that many underclassmen "respect" me, in a way, and that everyone is looking towards our classes as the example to live up to. It's a lot more pressure than you would think!

I feel the heat turned up from all directions. Initially, most normal underclassmen don't drink, don't party (as much), and don't sleep around. It's the norm now as an upperclassman. The pressure is also present from teachers to do our best, be our best, and enjoy ourselves now because we'll never come back to this moment. As if high school is the hight of human experience! It's harder now than ever to remain true to God's standards, when everyone around you says low expectations are all you can expect from life, I say it's time to disagree!

One of the hardest things yet is dating standards. I've said all along that I would only date a growing Christian, and yet when I meet a really nice guy who's a Christian, but not really growing in his spiritual walk, it's hard to do what I know is right. I know what God wants from me, and I will give Him 100%. But at the same time, it's hard! I guess one of the best things I love about God is that He doesn't expect me to go at it alone. Through the Holy Spirit, He enables me to make a stand against the low expectations of our culture.

"For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men.

It teaches us to say 'No' to ungodliness and wordly passions, and to live

self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in this present age, while we wait

for the blessed hope--the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ,

who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself

a people that are his very own, eager to do what is good."

Titus 2:11-14

School Time...Again

2008-08-04T21:50:00.004-05:00

I can't believe that it's time to go back to school! My summer seems to have flown by! Especially with my trip to Peru and working, this summer has been extremely short. I guess it seems short because I haven't had a lot of lying around the house doing nothing time!

Anyway, I am looking forward to this upcoming year, although I'm not looking forward to the challenges that come with going to a public high school. I think maybe the single thing that hinders me the most is worrying too much about what others think of me. I believe that that is the root for all kinds of problems. It makes me fearful of standing up for me beliefs, witnessing, and being willing to step out of the crowd. I used to have a much harder time with this in junior high, and now in high school it's somewhat easier. But still, that old fear creeps up many times and hinders me from always being fully effective for Jesus. I've been praying about it a lot, and I believe God is going to help me this year be a bright light for Him. I want to do the hard things, but it's really hard when the world says "take the easy road." I'm going to keep persevering, and trust in God to do the rest!

Home Again

2008-07-17T10:34:00.007-05:00

I'm back. Once again, it's strange being here in America, where we have everything. This year the shock isn't so severe, but at the same time, it's hard coming back to a country where we take so much for granted. Monday morning when I got back I just laid in my bed for a long time, thinking: I have a bed. That was huge.

Of course, having seen much of the same things as I did last year, the culture change wasn't as startling as it was last year. However, it was still opened my eyes to the poverty in the world. The people of Peru are hungry. But not just in a physical sense. They thirst and hunger for the truth; for something bigger than themselves and their circumstances. They wanted to know why seemingly "spoiled and rich Americans" would spend their time to come to serve them. What makes us different then the people on TV? The answer was life-changing. God loves them? Yes! They saw a glimpse of God in us, and were thirsty for just a drop. And God gave them so much more than that.

God wasn't bound by the language barrier. He's wasn't phased at our cultural differences. He didn't look at their meager living conditions. God looked straight to the heart of those people, and He taught us to do that as well. He pushed me out of my comfort zone, and looking back in hindsight, I wouldn't have it any other way! God worked. Sure, it was way different this year. I had a different team, different personalities, different leaders, and He taught me a new way of thinking along the way. It was very hard at first to adjust, but God was still the same. I sit here still amazed at Him. I happened to be one of the older people on my team, and so I was able to give advice and be almost like a mentor to the younger ones on my team, which was an awesome way God was able to use me. My experiences last year, to my surprise, did not shape my experiences this year. These last two years were totally different animals.

I guess the point I'm trying to make is that although my experiences are different, God is still the same and God was still able to use me. The adrenaline rush wasn't there this year, but I had more of a calm, quiet assurance that this was were God wanted me; serving, witnessing, and loving. I'm not apathetic, and last year wasn't just a dream. Poverty is real. Poverty is not pretty. It smells, it hurts, but it's definitely not untouchable. Being the hands and feet of Jesus is not always a beautiful task. But God calls us to help the poor and the needy, and He is able to create beauty from the ashes!

The main thing God taught me on this was that witnessing and taking a serious stand for Christ is not (and should not be) just limited to the mission field. While I'm here in America, He calls me to speak His name just the same as in Peru, or Africa, or wherever! It's going to be a lot harder here than it is in Peru. America is hardened against the gospel. But that certainly doesn't get me off the hook! Don't get me wrong, I'm really scared! But I don't have the luxury of just sitting on the bench. God did some awesome things on this trip. I strongly urge teens who are interested to step out and be a part of something bigger than themselves. God is able to use anyone who is willing to be used!

I sincerely thank all of you who prayed for me on the trip! It was a blessing to know I was being showered in prayer. Your prayers mean more to me than you know! I am now going to prepare for my next trip to Guatemala, and I am excited to see how God is going to use me next!

July 13

2008-07-13T18:07:00.003-05:00

Right now I'm sitting in the Embassy Suites hotel in Miami, Florida, waiting for my late night flight home! These last few days have been jam packed full of awesomeness!! So, to apologize again for missing days to write about my days, I will try to explain! On Thursday, my translator from last year, Aarón, was able to stay at the resort for a while and hang out with some of us who were on his team last year. So I ended up hanging out until F.U.A.G.N.E.M. time, and thus not writing! Then Friday my other translator from last year, Pedro, stayed afterwards. And Saturday was so hectic with shopping and packing and leaving that I didn't even have time to take a shower. But you probably didn't need to know that!

On Thursday our group went to an area that had a big church (in proportion to the area) that welcomed us with open arms. They were so kind to us!! When we arrived they had banners telling us welcome and gave us each Peruvian pins to wear on our shirts. They were such a blessing. We all crowded into their church and the pastor welcomed us and prayed for us and even sang a song for us in Kechawa, one of the native dialects of Peru. We then went door to door inviting people to join us and come see the drama. We ended up performing in the middle of the street, where we had dogs and even a bus pass through us as we were performing. It was very distracting! Although a lot of unsaved people didn't come, we were able to give so much encouragement back to the local church. They were encouraged to more actively pursue the people of the area for Jesus. They surrounded us with prayer after that performance. It was really cool! The pastor prayed to God asking that we, Americans who have everything, would be blessed by God. It was an awesome moment! Later we performed the drama again on a futbol field, and several people gave their hearts to Christ. We were in turn able to pray for the people of the church and their ministry in the area of San Antonio.

Friday was a shorter day for us. We arrived at our ministry sight and were split up into groups to go do service work for the people in whatever way that was needed. I was in a group that helped a lady remove a pile of rocks from her house. A wall had collapsed, and so we moved them outside. The cool thing was, the lady ended up giving her heart to Christ!! Later we performed the drama, and many gave their hearts to Jesus. I was able to give a Bible to a man who needed one and was already a Christian. The people who were supposed to be present for hair washing from the church didn't show up, so we had to leave early. we ended up stopping at a Peruvian super market! It was so much fun! We shopped for tea and Inca Kola and Spanish oreos and all kinds of fun stuff! The ice cream was excellent, and we all enjoyed the little break.

In the end, God worked in all situations, whether to bring souls to himself or to encourage believers in their faith, and I am so blessed that I got to be a part of it!

July 9

2008-07-09T18:27:00.003-05:00

Today we did not have a ministry day because the city bus lines were having a big bus strike. Even though our busses are a private line, the people might have become angry if we went out, so we had a free day today. Also, the translators come to us on city bus lines, so it could have been dangerous for them. Anyway, today has been a good day for rest for our team and those who are sick. Thank you so much for your prayers!!

Mom, check my email and read the letter from Ashley Mays!

July 8

2008-07-08T17:24:00.006-05:00

Yesterday was an extremely busy day, and as a result, I didn't get around to posting an update. Sorry!! So to make up for it, I will tell about what happened yesterday and today!

Our team performed the drama twice yesterday in a very dusty part of the city. We had a lot of sick and quote sick people on our team. I think a lot of what we're seeing is extremely overwhelming to many of our team members, and I think some of them are coping by being sick. I ask that you guys would please pray for my team that we would have strength to persevere and not get discouraged. We came here to spread the gospel, and I don't want us to lose sight of the goal! Anyway, yesterday's ministry consisted of lots of door to door inviting people to the drama and hanging out with the people. We walked, gave out a few toys, talked and then performed the drama. The turnout to the first was pretty great. I got to talk to two people after our first performance. The first person I talked to was our bus driver, who seemed interested in the gospel, but not ready to accept Christ. I gave him a complete Spanish Bible as a gift and hope to be able to talk to him further later on in the week. The other person I talked to was a woman who likewise didn't seem very interested, but I still was able to give her a New Testament.

Right before our first drama started, I was able to ride a motor taxi which is pictured above. It was SO much fun!! It cost 50 cents in soles, which is somewhere around 16 cents in dollars. I rode with one of our leaders and a translator (don't worry mom!). That was quite an experience!

I also was able to share the gospel with about 6 or7 men and women after our second performance of the drama, and everyone accepted Christ but one man who was already a Christian. It was so cool! I got to answer some of their questions about the faith with some of my apologetics knowledge. I was glad to put what I knew into action!

Today was a long day, becuase we performed the drama three times. First we performed it at a school with the morning classes. The local church was able to answer questions and give information to the students after we performed. Then we went to another location near by where we performed for the locals there. Before we started, our translators taught us some dance moves and we tried (hopelessly) to copy them! It was an interesting experience to be sure! Finally, we performed the drama one last time to the afternoon classes at the same school. Unfortunately, all the older guys and girls were there, so us blondes got a lot of whistles... In the end though, a leader and one of our guys were able to lead almost twelve of the same guys to Christ!! It was very exciting! God has been working in my life and the life of our team. I ask that you pray for us and our energy and sickness, and I ask you pray for me that God would continue to use me in awesome ways!!

July 6

2008-07-06T14:08:00.003-05:00

Free day! Today was not a ministry day, yet we´ve been celebrating Sunday with a morning F.U.A.G.N.E.M. (Fired Up And Going Nuts Every Minute) service. Susie Shellenburger had a great message about fully commiting our lives to Christ by becoming bondservants to Him. We talked about how when a servant was freed, if he loved his master so much that he wanted to stay, he would become a bondservant, bound to the master forever. Susie challenged us to be fully comitted to Christ in the same way that a bondservant is bound to his master. If we made the decision to fully comit our lives to Jesus, and not just live in casual Christianity, we were given a necklace that said ¨Bondservant to the Messiah¨ in Hebrew. It was to serve as a reminder of our commitment to Jesus.

I didn´t give many details about yesterday, so I´ll expand a little! We went to a much poorer sections of Lima yesterday than we did the first day. Since our bus couldn´t make it up the hill, we had to walk a long distance up the mountain, which was pretty steep in a few places. First, we played the hokey-pokey and a few other fun games with the kids, and then we began to wash the children´s hair. We would braid the girl´s hair and give them hair ties after they washed their hair. We performed the drama and then I gave my testimony, which was a bit scary! But many adults in the area gave their hearts to Jesus, and we were able to give out Bibles and gifts to the children. It was a great ministry day, and I was really blessed through all of it!

I even bought a 3 liter bottle of Inca Kola! I hope I can get it home with me!

July 5

2008-07-05T16:57:00.002-05:00

What a great day!! We were able to minister to the people and give out gifts and be a huge blessing!! I didn´t get to personally lead anyone to Christ today, but I gave my testimony and explained the drama after we were finished! My time is running out, but I´ll keep the updates coming!!

Check out briomag.com/missions I´m in two pictures for July 4th!!!!

July 4

2008-07-04T18:03:00.003-05:00

Happy Fourth of July!! It´s really strange being here in Peru while trying to remember that it´s Independence Day in America!

Today was our first ministry day, and it was awesome!! We went to an extremely poor outskirt of the city of Lima. We got off the bus and were able to play with the many curious children in the area. We played games like duck-duck goose and soccer (of course!) and jump rope. All the children were so sweet and kind! They are living in such poor conditions, yet at the same time have such joy at playing with us and being with us. We then were able to wash the children´s hair and bush it out and braid the girl´s hair. Wow! The children were so happy and pleased to have their hair washed!! I can´t imagine living in such conditions. We performed the drama to mostly children, but there were several adults present who wanted to accept Jesus as well. God was at work in many of the people´s hearts afterwwards also.

We handed out some Bibles, and I decided to go up to a woman and talk with her. I explained (through an interpreter) what the drama was about, and then I gave her a Bible. I told her some more about Jesus and then we read John 3:16 in her new Bible. Then she told me she wanted to pray for salvation! It was an awesome moment!! I was scared out of my pants, but God was able to use me!

I´d like to ask you to continue to pray for me, expecially since tomorrow I will be giving my testimony after the drama. I also seem to have some kind of sinus and sore throat thing, so please pray I´ll be back to perfect health soon! Thanks again for your prayers!

Also, my translators from last year are not on my team, but I´m still excited to see them again!

To Mom and Dad!!

2008-07-03T18:15:00.001-05:00

Hey! For some reason I can´t get my email to send any emails to you guys. I´m going to keep trying, but if you have any ideas, please tell me!

July 3

2008-07-03T12:53:00.003-05:00

Well, we arrived at the Lima airport at about four thirty in the morning, so I am pooped! Basically, I´ve been up for about 24 hours! We came to the hotel, slept, and then had breakfast. We slept some more and now we´ve just had lunch, so basically our team has a whole day of hanging out at the hotel! I am looking forward to relaxing some more!!

I would like to ask you to pray for me right now, because as I mentioned earlier, it´s been difficult adjusting to the change of having a different team this year. I want God to use me, but all these thoughts of doubt and questions keep bombarding me. I need to focus on God and the plan he has for me, so I would much appreciate your prayers as I focus on God´s will for me on this trip!