Thursday, April 28, 2011

Airport

Hmmmm
Just sitting here waiting for my flight to Wenatchee...YAY!
It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about home.
I can't explain it.

I might be in Seattle, but once I stepped off that plane and breathed in some Washington air,
I knew I was home.
I can breathe freely here.
Maybe it was because it was the first time in days I was outside and rain didn't fall on me.
Or maybe it was that awareness deep down inside that I am almost home.

Maybe I'll be able to put it into words as I think about it some more.
But I've also discovered that sometimes words can be

unecessary,
not enough,
or too much.

Keep it simple.
Pouring too much into something can take away it's raw beauty.
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I perceived that whatever God does endures forever;
nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it.
God has done it, so that people fear before Him.
That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already has been;
and God seeks what has been driven away...
Be not rash with your mouth, nor let your heart be hasty
to utter a word before God,
for God is in heaven and you are on earth.
Therefore let your words be few...
Whatever has come to be has already been named,
and it is known what man is,
and that he is not able to dispute with one stronger than he.
The more words, the more vanity,
and what is the advantage to man?...
In the day of prosperity be joyful, and in the day of adversity consider:
God has made the once as well as the other,
so that man may not find out anything that will be after him.
~~~~~~~~~Ecclesiastes 3:14-15, 5:2, 6:10-11, 7:14~~~~~~~~~

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Commission

    The 18-year-old American was scheduled to head home in 48 hours, and only 50 miles away, terrorist attacks killed 64 World Cup viewers in Uganda’s capital. Then multiple flights were delayed, and she was separated from her traveling partner. The previous five weeks had felt safe until now. Her orderly plans turned to utter chaos in just a few short hours.
    Hailing from Little Rock, Ark., Mariah Fowler travelled to the other side of the world so she could spend over a month serving orphans in Uganda, Africa. She might look like an average teenager on the outside with her long chestnut hair, sophisticated apparel and wide smile, but on the inside she has a great passion for less fortunate children in Africa. This passion seemed to grow each day, and after stumbling upon a Ugandan orphanage’s website, Fowler begged her parents to let her go.
    “After seeing the pictures on the website, I said, ‘Oh my goodness, I got to go!” she recalls.
    It took four years for her to see that dream come to fruition. In the fall of 2009, the Fowler family decided this was the year Fowler was ready. Jane and Emmitt (Fowler’s parents) were initially more reserved about their daughter’s desire to go to Africa because she would be going by herself to work in an orphanage.
    “All the groups that went to Africa were only at the orphanages a couple days,” she explains. “I wanted to do orphan’s work. I wanted to stay at an orphanage and not have to go out to anything else.”
    Fowler says the original urge to go was a “want,” but now it had become a “need.”
    So Fowler began fund-raising. She set a goal to raise $4,400 in two months, and she raised full support in two months and one day.
    “It was really cool to see how God brought the money in to the day,” she says.
    Aside from sending letters and asking for support for her trip, Fowler asked people to donate items for a yard sale where the proceeds would go towards her trip.
    “Oh my goodness,” she says. “I had enough stuff for four yard sales.”
    Nearly all of the items ranged from 50 cents to a few dollars in price, and the most expensive was a $15 DVD player. She can tell story after story about how someone would only buy a few dollars worth, but then hand her an extra $20. Unusual for Little Rock, steady streams of people rushed through the event from 6:30 a.m. to 3 p.m. At the end of the day, Fowler had raised $900.
    “I was like ‘Who makes $900 dollars at a yard sale?’!” she recollects, “It was totally, totally cool.”
    This was not the first time Fowler says she had seen God work in extraordinary ways. When she was 12 years old, living in Richmond, Va., she experienced a first-hand example of the power of prayer. Her dad was employed at a Christian radio station and then joined Family Life staff which meant the family had to raise support in order to move to Little Rock, Ark.
    “We set a date to have all the funds in,” she says.
    On the last day, they were short a commitment of $50 per month.
    “My dad prayed for the money to come from someone out of the blue, someone we never would have thought of,” she says.
    That afternoon, a pastor who her dad met the previous fall called. The pastor had previously ignored all the Fowler’s attempts for contact and support, but now he told them his church felt led to give them $50 a month.
    Little did the Fowlers know, that church would never follow through in support. But oddly enough, some other friends called that night to pledge $50 each month.
    “Even before we knew what was going to happen, God still answered that prayer on that day,” she says. “To see God answer so specifically was so amazing.”
    With experiences like this under her belt, Fowler wasn’t about to let small hiccups in fundraising get in her way of serving. The calm, cheery, and delightful Fowler says she could talk “til next Tuesday” about her Ugandan adventure. Her dreamy and optimistic personality makes her ready and willing for any adventure. Unlike her older brother, Aaron, and younger sister, Bethany, Fowler describes her personality as “very adventurous.”
    “I like meeting new people, traveling, and seeing new places,” she says.
    Fowler’s confident disposition would certainly come in handy on the adventure she was about to take half way around the world.
    But why Africa? Why Uganda? Out of all the other places in the world with orphans, why there?
    “What drew me to Uganda was my family’s Compassion sponsor child,” she says.
    For the past three years, the Fowlers sponsored a young boy named Kanwangi through Compassion International. Mariah had a strong desire to meet Kanwangi face-to-face, but didn’t know if she could.
    “I wanted to go see him, but didn’t know where he lived or anything like that,” she says. “I didn’t want to tell him I wanted to see him because I didn’t want him to be disappointed if I couldn’t.”
    After buying plane tickets and solidifying the trip, she received a letter from him that said: “Greeting from your friend Kanwangi. I love you so much. I am praying that you will come and visit me in my country Uganda.”
    “It made me cry,” she says. “He never said anything about us coming or anything about that before in the whole three years we sponsored him. He is praying and has no idea what I’m hoping to do!”
    What Fowler would later title one of the best moments of her life was spent with Kanwangi and his family, which consisted of his mother and nine other siblings. She spent the day with them; at school, then home. Earlier in the day, Kanwangi told Fowler he was going to give her his soccer ball, unaware she had bought him a brand new one. She gave the family little items and after each one she handed to them, Kanwangi gave her a big hug saying “Thank you so much. God bless you.”
    “It was so amazing to see his joy despite his circumstances,” she says.
    The time came for Mariah to give Kanwangi the ball.
    “He was so excited. He jumped up. His eyes got huge,” she recalls.
    Then he gave her his old ball. It was tiny. Made out of plastic trash. He had woven banana fibers to make it come together.
    “It was so cool how even before he knew I was giving him a new [ball], he was willing to give me his only toy,” she says. “I got to see his heart and sacrificial giving.”
    Before the chaotic travel back to the states, Fowler was also able to go on an African safari on the Nile River, which was also a highlight of her trip.
    It doesn’t take long to admire this young woman with the colossal heart for orphans. Christina Jackson of Pittsburgh, Pa., was a close friend of Fowler’s older brother, Aaron, in college. After hearing of each other long distance, Jackson and Fowler finally had a chance to meet at the college’s graduation last spring. They only had a few short days to get to know each other, but Jackson confidently describes Fowler’s character as “committed, kind, feeling” and “heartfelt.”
    Even those who have been close and dear to Fowler her whole life see a gem whose future is full of possibilities.
    “She has such a heart for God, children, orphans, and little kids,” her older brother Aaron says. “I’m excited to see what God’s going to do with her because she’s pretty awesome.”
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This was a personality profile assignment for my journalism class.
I have only scratched the surface of this amazing woman's life...
There is so much more to tell, yet little space to do so.
It is also worth mentioning her construction of a collaboration blog for young women:
Check out Radical Love!
 Thanks, Mariah, for sharing your story.
I can't wait to see what the rest of your future holds.
Loves to you, sister <3

Monday, April 18, 2011

Periwinkle Pansy

Here is an e-mail I just received from my precious, dear, dear Nana.
I'm putting this up not to brag about myself, but to display the blessing SHE is to me.
Her love is so amazing...she always says:
"Oh darling, it's all about LOVE....LOVE....LOVE!!!!...!!!...!!.."
And boy, does she love with her whole heart.


The Pansy is for YOU! My Periwinkle Girl !

I was thinking about something I wrote about a Pansy a long time ago..... I wish I could find it. It went something like this.

The delicate transparency of a Pansy's  petals are as fragile as  the wings of a Butterfly....and yet...they can withstand the bitter cold of snow and the heat of a hot summer ray..

but no matter what may come their way.....each and every morning their sweet little face smiles at you to brighten your day!

You are like a Pansy, Sweetheart! You have kept on smiling through this year, when you really wanted to be home. Your precious spirit and smile continue to brighten all that is around you. You have held your little face to the 'Son'....and kept on keeping on! I am so Blessed by You!...and I am so very Proud of You for doing such an Amazing job of School when your heart was here.
So....Now I have a new name for you......"My Periwinkle Pansy"!!

I Love YOU.... Your Nana

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I have been crucified with Christ.
It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.
And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God,
who loved me and gave Himself for me.
I do not nullify the grace of God, for if righteousness were through the law,
then Christ died for no purpose...
But far be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ,
by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.
~~~~~~~~~Galatians 2:20, 21; 6:14~~~~~~~~~ 

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Fulfillment

What is the first thing that comes to mind when waking up in the morning?
I'll admit.
As a college student heading towards the tail end of a semester, here's what runs through mine:

So, when's the next time I can take a nap? How can I fit some sleep in today?

I'm not sure that's a promising way to launch my day.
Maybe I should be asking another question:

Lord, how can I be a part of advancing Your kingdom today? Can you please give me an opportunity to share the gospel to someone?

You know the feeling after working out?
The feeling that not only makes your body feel good,
But the sensation deep down that seems to nourish your soul.
In a way, the spirit receives a better service than the physical body.
It makes you want to do it again.

What if sharing the gospel was that way?
After you get over the initial intimidation,
A rush comes and just like that feeling after working out,
You want to do it again.
And again.
And again.

Here's a fair warning:
When putting the Great Commission into practice,
it has been known to fill the spirit with more joy and fulfillment than ever imagined.
Be prepared to receive more satisfaction than the subject of your investment.

So what's my excuse?
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For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this:
that one has died for all, therefore all have died;
and He died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves
but for Him who for their sake died and was raised.
From now on, therefore, we regard no one according to the flesh.
Even though we once regarded Christ according to the flesh, we regard Him thus no longer.
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation.
The old has passed away; behold the new has come.
All this is from God, who through Christ reconciled us to Himself and gave us the ministry of reconciliation;
that is, in Christ God was reconciling the world to Himself,
not counting their trespasses against them, and entrusting to us the message of reconciliation.
Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, God making His appeal through us.
We implore you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God.
For our sake He made Him to be sin who knew no sin,
so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God.
~~~~~~~~~~ 2 Corinthians 5:14-21 ~~~~~~~~~~

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Rescue

Wow, it has been a long time since writing.
I've had some great ideas, really! Stay tuned!
Maybe it takes a birthday's eve to get my rear in gear ;)
So I sit here, thinking about where I was one year ago:

"This is your song!!!" Exclaimed my roomie, Stina.
She shoved a headphone into my ear as I slightly made out the lyrics:
"She's 18 and a beauty queen..."
Aweeee, that was sweet...no really, I'm not a beauty queen, but it was the 18 part I guess that made it work.
That night, we slept under the stars on a sandbar by a river in Utah.
It was great.
I wondered what the coming year would bring as my 17th one came to a close.

Come to find out, so much did happen.
When I left Wyoming, I forgot a little portion of my heart.
But that's ok, because others helped to mend it.
Then I left my true home.
In search of a dream.
Not sure what it was.
Maybe because everyone else was doing it.
Maybe because God had a roundabout way to get me where He wanted me.

Yup.
That was it.

I was supposed to be a music major...right?
Nope.
But He showed that to me.
Praise be His name.

I was supposed to go to a perfect, private, Christian school...right?
Not exactly.
Well, maybe for a year.
He showed me that too.
Thank you, Jesus.

More unknowns than ever before lay in front of me this time.
I'm about to start something new.
Something fresh.
Seems like that's always the case...but as long as that's where He's leading me, I can't argue :)

Going in circles can be confusing sometimes.
But then I realize:
It's not circles to Him!

Last time I thought I knew where I was going.
I always think I know.


Joy and gratefulness pours from my heart as I think about the encouragement I've received from family and friends these past few months.
It has not been anywhere near easy.
For once, I have been in a place where hope and joy were hard to find.
There have been many days where I had to try to smile!
Smiling was hard!

Some posts over the last few months have had quite the emo aura to them.
My apologies.
I once heard Jon Foreman say something to the effect of:
"You don't write when you're having a great time...you write when you're sad."

Yet His grace is enough.
I get bad attitudes.
But He still pours His love upon me.
Just when I'm about to give up, He rescues me.
Thank you Jesus.
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And I was dead in my trespasses and sins in which I once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air...
But God,
 being rich in mercy,
because of His great love with which He loved me,
even when I was dead in my trespasses,
made me alive...
It is by grace I have been saved.
I haven't done anything because it is God's gift to me.
I can't even boast about this because I am
His
workmanship created in Christ Jesus.
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ephesians 2:1-10, kinda~~~~~~~~~~~~~