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Saturday, December 27, 2008

Thanksgivings

The holidays have been good. I love the smell of fresh baked cookies through the house and Christmas music lightly playing in the background, who doesn't this time of year? I know Thanksgiving was last month but I just can't help but think of all the things I'm thankful for lately. It really has been long overdue since I really thought of all the blessings in my life.

I have come to love our tiny tree with a simple bow on top because everything else we tried was too heavy for it. I love being curled up in the softest blanket I own on my couch. Sometimes I get lucky and there will be snow gently falling outside. You know the kind of falling snow where as soon as you look at it it makes you contemplate and wonder and feel a sense of peace. And I am so grateful for the family that I do have even if they do not know me as well I would like to be known. And I am grateful that I have a mother who will laugh with me about our leaking roof in our kitchen because our landlord forgot to shovel off the snow from our roof. It is quite funny, now there is a water stain left on one of our ceiling tiles in the kitchen. Oh well, it's better to have a leaky roof than no roof at all! And little inconveniences like this always strengthen the bond between mom and I, she's one of my great friends because of many things like this endured together and I am SO incredibly grateful for her. I am grateful for the cute little Christmas lights we strung along our porch. And I am so grateful for the incredible friends I have in my life who truly see me for what I am, the good and bad, and have resolved to love me for life. And of course I am grateful for the incredible boyfriend I have who also happens to be one of my best friends and even though he may not understand every part of me he is more appreciated and valiant than he himself probably even realizes, a real life prince, and for me there is no one else. I am deeply grateful for the beautiful love story that Jesus will continue to unfold between us for the rest of our lives, and no, I am not afraid to say for the rest of our lives and even for that fact I am severely grateful.

mmm I love you life. Not because you are easy but because all these things I mentioned make you worth it. Because the beautiful things within the pain of it make the beautiful things that much more beautiful, and for this, I find myself grateful once again.


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Beautiful man
Beautiful God
You are more than worth my time
You are more than worth these longings in my heart left unfulfilled...for a time


Take it all just give me Jesus
All my devotion belongs to this man

I get to love You through whatever comes, what a privilege
I get to love You through whatever comes, how sweet it is

-Kristene Meuller (songwriter)
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Do not ask me to be moderate.





Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Heidi B & Mother T

I just got a Heidi Baker book in the mail yesterday, I think I jumped up and down for about an hour. I love Heidi Baker. She has an orphanage in Mozambique and she has no plan B. If God does not show up in supernatural provision then they will die. She is a simple and authentic example of what it means to genuinely and radically love the one who is front of you.

My heart started being deeply moved about this time last year for the poor, the least of these. They inspire me. Their stories simply cut me to the soul. Underground churches, saints who give their lives, people who have lost everything, have nothing, and know what it is to weep from their souls. They are some of my heroes here on earth. The brokenhearted and forgotten, I shall take up my lot with them, for Jesus says to cast your lot with the oppressed. I long to learn from them and their examples of love and faith. I wish they would tell me what they know.
Compassion means to suffer with. I feel like He keeps fashioning my heart in this place of suffering with. Mourning with those who mourn and rejoicing with those who rejoice. It takes maturity to take yourself from your place of mourning and rejoice with one who is rejoicing, in the same it takes maturity to take yourself from your place of rejoicing and to mourn with one who is mourning.

About this time last year I started to become obsessed with the beatitudes, they are some of my favorite scripture in the whole Bible. I'm still in love with them and I think I always will be now. My absolute favorite one is "Blessed are the poor in Spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom Heaven." It floors me, I can not say why. Being poor in spirit is not about what you have or what you don't have it's an issue of the heart. It's when you have no plan B what-so ever, just Him, He must come through for He is your only option. My prayer is that I too may truly become aware of the serious and overwhelming need for Him in my life.

I wish to go lower but I feel as though I just can't get low enough. I know He must take me there. I know He is lowly and I long to be where He is. I want to sit in the dirt with the poor. Not to be poor but to be among them one day. I love them. Gary Haugen, founder of International Justice Mission, states that "The Poor and oppressed save us from our life of trivia", he is right.

And if I didn't mention this before, I LOVE Mother Teresa. She inspires me to live my life inspired. To look for the Holy in the common place. She could be considered a stereo typical symbol of compassion and goodwill but there has been something about her that is MOVING me lately.... I am drawn to the humility of ordinary people to admit that they are ordinary but they are bringing the Kingdom in power. It makes me know, although I am ordinary, that I can bring the Kingdom in power too. I just told my mom that I wanted a biography or a book full of quotes from her for Christmas. The work she did in Calcutta is truly moving and challenges me to rethink what I think I know about love. I love to be challenged in that way, it lets me know that I have not arrived yet. My hunger continues to drive me on to what's possible.


"What I do you cannot do; but what you do, I cannot do. The needs are great, and none of us, including me, ever do great things. But we can all do small things, with great love."
-Mother Teresa


"Let God use you without consulting you."

-Mother T

be free. :)
love,
Dea




Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Fight for your rights??

Wow what a busy week. I feel like I haven't had anytime to breath. I'm pretty much booked until Thanksgiving break with presentations and projects. My birthday was yesterday and my roommate and a good friend surprised me and decorated my room and made me a cake and it blessed me SO much because honestly I wasn't really expecting to do much because I was so busy. Lately I feel like I'm going in circles. Hungry for SO much it hurts but not seeing any results...and wondering if it's me that's the problem.

My mom called me Saturday night and told me she is losing her job because of mass layoffs due to the governmental funding for their medical facility that is dwindling. It's just me and mom and her job, because it was a well paying full time job, was one of the biggest reasons we made it through the divorce because we could actually support ourselves, so it came as a shock. It made me wonder what we were going to do for money and it made me angry because EVERYTHING keeps changing...in fact her job may have been the only thing that hasn't changed since the divorce. So I got sad and then I got angry...it always goes that way. I got angry at the Lord which is selfish and immature I know but I did. It's been so much the past couple years, sometimes almost too much, please, no more change, I have had enough and I haven't even finished adjusting to half of them yet. Something inside me doesn't want to yield to Him sometimes anymore. My flesh is aching to have it my way. My body aches from trying to fit into His mold.

The Lord has been speaking to me about my rights lately...and how I have none. He keeps saying "Deanna let me be Lord over your life" We have talked talked and He is my creator, we have talked and He is my Father, we have talked and He is even my lover but He keeps saying "let me be your Lord"....I know what that means.....really means, this is one of the reasons why I hesitate before saying yes because I know what it means. In our culture it is hard for us to grasp the REAL meaning of Lord. In Jesus' time and mid-evil times and in many cultures someone with the title of Lord meant they owned EVERYTHING. They owned your livestock, your property, your children, your money, even your personal rights. That's what it meant in those days to be Lord over a kingdom. They were fully Lord, they owned EVERYTHING and all the people in those cultures knew without stipulation what that meant, no questions asked because that person carried the title of Lord. That's hard for our American Culture to understand sometimes because our culture thrives on individualism and individualistic freedom and rights. To have someone else own your life is an outrage in our culture. Now, I do not believe other human beings should own other human beings, absolutely not. However, I do not think it wrong for the inventor of a machine to own the patant to that that machine and therefore own the machine because he invented it! like wise with the Lord, He created us!! He is the creator and we are the created! He holds ALL the patants and copywrites to us because He created us! He wants to own our lives because they were originally His. We were made for Him by Him, He orginally owned us. Lately He has been reminding me... "Let me be Lord" I know what that means, it means a greater death, which will ultimately bring life of course because He's a perfect paradox like that but it's my choice, it has to be my choice to die further. I can almost feel Him whisper the words "It's Time" to me right now. I know what this means. It means I have to let go of my rights. I have been fighting with Him for weeks, maybe even moths over this issue now. My rights. I just wrote a paper on how as human beings we automatically have unalienable rights. Our constitution even says it. The RIGHT to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, just by being human beings we have rights right?? .....at least our culture says we do. And don't get me wrong injustice carried out against another human being is WRONG of course. I am certainly not saying we should let everyone walk all over us and be treated badly.. No, this is something the world may not understand but Jesus has been speaking.

I keep saying "but that wasn't fair! She treated me so wrongly! She believes things about me that aren't even true!!" I keep saying "These losses in my life were unfair! This event has kept me from certain opportunities others have had" I keep implying to Him that my life should turn out a certain way because of the these "rights" I have. But He keeps saying to me "What rights?" ahh He is right. What rights?? I am His and not my own. To say I have rights is to say that I am my own. The parts of me that still think I have rights are the parts of me that are independent of Him. If I do have rights then they are not my rights anymore because like everything else I had to hand them over to Him, which would mean they are not mine but truly His. lol... I wonder how many times can I say "rights" in this blog...I'm so scattered tonight, just trying to get this thought out, it's been eating at me more intensely for weeks now. Sorry if its scattered brained, makes me look crazy, or doesn't even make any sense, that's okay, I know I'm on to something even if I can't word it just right.

He is coming against my flesh that still seeking justice on my own behalf because I have been treated unfairly. Still trying to right these wrongs in my life and heal my own wounds. Still seeking to right my reputation when someone has a false misconception of me (that's a big one), still wanting to defend myself against the world when it treats me bad and hurts me, ...hummm can someone say prideful and unsurrendered? lol, But I can so feel Him tug me and softly say "your fighting for your rights, you have no rights you gave them to me when I became LORD over your life" Being the created and Him as the creator it's true. "Every time you fight for the right
s you think you have it's because you don't trust me to vindicate you" and I know He is right.

These last couple months I have been struggling with this concept because it goes against what my culture tells me...when I actually have given up my rights on certain days...and let everything go...I have felt so weak, yet so clean... I have felt SO needy...so in need of Him. I have been asking myself the last months "is this what it feels like to give up EVERYTHING? my rights, my plans, myself? I thought I gave up everything before but now I know there is more to put on the alter. Quite honestly it's uncomfortable, it's not in my human nature to live like that, it was almost like my Spirit was in some sort of poverty, but it was not bad, i think it was just a feeling of true dependency on Him... "I am making you poor in Spirit" mmmm blessed are the poor in Spirit for theirs is the Kingdom of God. (Matthew 5:3) I think when we give up Everything and become truly dependent upon Him we become poor in Spirit and needy, so in need of Him, which is what makes us weak, which is what makes us strong... funny that when you are poor in spirit you are truly rich.

They say "fight for your rights." I am hearing myself say "I am fighting to give away my rights... to Him." There's that paradox again.

Greater death ALWAYS brings greater life in His Kingdom. It's a backwards upside down Kingdom, one must lose to gain and die to live. In a democracy one has rights. The church is not a democracy, it's a kingdom with one Lord.



"May the Vision of you Be the Death of Me"
-Shane & Shane



....wow this is long...i guess that what happens when you don't blog for ages and then it all comes out in one night. :)

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Love & Thunder

Isn't there something so alluring about Autumn air? It so crisp, so clean. This time of year always creates a certain type of buzz in me. I went to a gorgey type of place today about an hour from my home. I wore my favorite Columbia fleece and stuffed my hands in the pockets to keep warm. It was a place with waterfalls and deep ravines, little streams turning in and out of bends. There were a few painters and sketch artists there trying to capture the beauty that wouldn't stand still. Being in that place made my heart yearn for something, yearn for peace...I felt like I could have just sat on a rock by that cliff for hours and cried. Beauty makes my heart ache sometimes. As I stood there wiping my hair from my face from the breeze I felt like if I couldn't live in that ravine forever then I wanted to fold it up and take it with me in my pocket. I just want to live in beauty, or at least take beautiful things and offer them to the not so beautiful parts of this world...something beautiful just sends peace to a burdened soul. I woke up with so much on my mind this morning I have been searching for peace all day.

I am currently stuck between what was and what is to come. What's coming is the last thing I had planned for my life at this time. Yes, the very last thing. I am not ready to give up my independence or the freedom accompanied by singleness. I had plans, I wanted to travel, study abroad, I just had plans that were not this. But now that I met him, that we were brought together...I'm in the middle of slaying everything else that doesn't line up with this plan. Some of my dreams have gone unrealized, I have to give them up for His plan for me. As much as this hurts right now...letting go of what I wanted and deemed important I have much hope that this plan will somehow be better, much better.

I was listening to an Andrew Peterson album today and in one of his songs he said "love holds together what broke apart" and I couldn't help but think of hearts. My heart and every other broken heart out there. How Jesus' love binds the broken hearted...His love holds together what broke apart...it just makes me want to be so near Him...just for healing.

"I will give to the one who thirsts from the spring of the water of life WITHOUT COST"
-Revelation 21:6

...Without cost...without cost...I LOVE how Jesus invites me to come close to Him without cost. I can pull my chair closer to Him at the table without cost. I can talk to Him without cost. I can be accepted without cost...that has been healing me in ways since I read it. I can inherit Him without cost...I am His inheritance and He is mine...without cost.
When Heaven's only answer is the silence of God He is still Good. Deeply Deeply good....inherently good. He is our GOOD portion...and I have a feeling that everything I had to lose is coming back 1,000 times in Him.

Be free :)

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Simple Summer is Almost Over.

So it's here. Time to go back to school. The packing...the goodbyes.... some of my friends are so excited to go back to school and I am too but there is a part of me that always wishes I could stay home a little longer. I like my own room and my own space when I want it. I like my simple life here, my small group of close friends, my daily runs, my small town. There is always an ache in my heart when I have to go back. It's always bittersweet for me. I know that going back to school means leaving mom alone in the house again. Going through the trials of the last couple years have strengthened our relationship and we are so close because of it. I always hate leaving her to this empty house every year. I'm always sad the first couple days of school just for that reason. I think it's unfair that she should have to come home to an empty house every night when wedding vows are supposed to be forever...but life must go on, and I must grow up and go back like I do every year.



This summer overall was challenging physically and spiritually. I started running again at the beginning of the summer and did a pretty good job making it a daily routine. I'm definitely not what I used to be though, haha, I'm still so young but I definitely feel older lately, in other words I'm out of shape compared to the past, lol. The summer was tough spiritually because I'm still sorting through all these emotions. My heart gets so hard and angry towards the Lord sometimes because of some circumstances in my life, it just wares at me certain days. A new hurt from someone in the family, a messed up situation that I can't change, lots of questions. The typical 'Why this' 'why that' questions, the doubting, the places in my heart that DO NOT want to trust Him because of the past, wondering if I'm really going to make anything out of myself one day. Seeing some of my friends and family hurt and I can't do anything about it just hurts me sometimes because all I want to do is fix it so they'll be relieved of their heartache.

Some people in my family are VERY successful, at least in the world's eyes. We are talking about hanging out with celebrities successful here, we're talking about Harvard here. It gets so intimidating sometimes. They don't understand me or my faith, they don't understand why I'm not like them, they don't understand the decisions that I make, and they are not exactly afraid to tell me, which has hurt at times. I keep proclaiming that I am the head and not the tail, but there have been days this summer when I sure don't feel like I'm a conqueror. Can i just be honest? Sometimes I just have to sit back and tell myself that I'm not crazy. I have had a sip of the glamor that commands the world's respect and I gave it up and chose Christ instead. I'm rich in a different way. The kind of prosperity that will never go away, it will always satisfy, and I'll never be lacking. I know this but sometimes discouragement does come and it feels as though my trouble is a circle around me. Can I just be real here? I walk a very real walk with Lord and I'm proud of that. I'm not your stereotypical 'happy well praise the lord anyways' type of christian. I have real pain, raw emotions, and I wrestle and walk it out with a real God, one that can handle my emotions and the only One who can heal my broken soul. I'm not interested in being fake. I long for authenticity and transparency.

But you know, through all the pain, doubts, and questions, my heart still holds on to Him, the One I cannot see, Jesus Christ. My mind is my worst enemy, it tells me to just walk away because it gets hard but my heart just won't. My heart doesn't use logic to try to figure out Truth like my mind does. Love endures ALL things, and through ALL the things that have come against me in my life, the let downs, the broken dreams, the broken heart, my heart keeps hanging on to Him. I can't explain it. It's like my heart just KNOWS something that my mind wrestles with. Pascal said "The heart has reasons of its own that reason cannot comprehend" That quote basically sums up my spiritual walk this summer. Even though I still struggle with some anger and bitterness towards Him...just wanting to know why sometimes, I always ending up settling for God instead of understanding of my circumstances, and when it comes down to it, I'm ok with that.



My heart just keeps hanging on.

So long summer '08

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Healing God's Way

Tonight turned out different than I had planned. I wanted to come home from work and have a nice lazy evening that included going for a run, eating dinner, and reading. Instead it was so busy I didn't even have time to eat dinner let alone pick up my book I've been so desperately wanting to read for a while now. Right after I got home from work I went for my run but forgot I had made an obligation to my mom so I came home right from the track and without showering threw on shorts and a tank (still sweating like a man) and ran out the door with her to our destination. Then I came home and right after that I forgot that I promised my best friend I would go to church with her that night. So without any of the down time I had hoped for, or shower mind you, I kept both of my obligations and went off to church with messy hair and hoped I wasn't too stinky. Haha, nobody seemed to notice, I don't think.



Church was good but hard at the same time because it opened my eyes to a couple things that stung a little at first but helped humbled me so much. The first was my own mortality. Somewhere deep inside part of me thinks I'm going to be young like I am now forever. Of course this isn't true, we grow old and we eventually pass away, and the truth is the world IS going to live on without me in it one day. It's true when the bible says our life is only but a vapor. This humbles me so much because Jesus is SO much bigger than me and so much more transcendent than I am. He IS forever, I am but a vapor. Just meditating on that I feel helps me humble my heart before the Lord. Another thing I realized at that alter tonight was that the closer I get to the Lord the more undone I become, the more "untied" I feel. The more I realize...I will NEVER have it all together...and the more I realize maybe I don't want it all together because in our weakness He is strong. This leads me to my next point.



My last blog was about how God's definition of justice and fairness differed from man's definition. The Lord opened my eyes to another definition of mine that differs from His. In my human nature my definition of healing is different than God's definition of healing. I have been absolutely longing for healing to come to pass in my mind, emotions, soul, and spirit, because of the events of the past few years. It's something I have been asking Jesus for for a long time now. Talking with my boyfriend tonight helped me realize several things. And let me just say something quickly before I go into this. WAIT FOR THE MAN GOD HAS FOR YOU. Serious long term relationships with the opposite sex can be very difficult at times. Learning how to love another person the way Jesus would love that person who is so different from you at times is one of the hardest things but one of the best ways for Christ to mold you into someone more like Himself, and it's very worth the struggles and arguments at times. Talking with my long term boyfriend tonight he brought up some really great points and helped me see my situation in a way I hadn't looked at it before. Now let me just say, it's not always like this but I noticed tonight that I am learning. Learning how to not quit when the communicating gets hard, and it does between men and women, but instead re-talking the same phrase through and through using different words trying to get my points across while exercising patience when he doesn't understand and vice versa. I realized that I am learning how to not give up and stop communicating when we don't see eye to eye or we don't understand each other but to exercise patience, self control, and love, the way Jesus would. So humbling, and it definitely always doesn't feel good, and yes, sometimes I fail at this but tonight we pushed through and it was so rewarding. When he didn't understand I wanted to get mad but tried again and re-explained my point and he had to state some things over for me too but we endured with patience out of love tonight and it ended with some great encouragement and advice from him and a wonderful prayer over the phone together.



So back to what I was saying. I was sitting on my kitchen floor tonight leaning up against the cupboard just thinking about somethings that happened in the past and how I had been able to let go of the big tragic events that happened but it was the little grey areas, the little disappointments and let downs that I feel still have a hold on my heart. And I was thinking about the healing I longed for and when it would come and how long it would take and what kind of person I would be when it was all said and done. This whole time that I have been asking Jesus for healing I kept picturing a heart that would be whole, unbroken, a confident woman who wasn't intimidated by life or people...then out of no where the Lord dropped this in my Spirit in a very clear way. I felt like He said something like, "real healing, My healing, doesn't mean that you will be walking in your own strength. quite the contrary, REAL healing means that you will be broken to the point of COMPLETE dependency upon me" Think about this for a minute. I need to be Healed. Everyone needs to be healed by God's definition of healing because God's definition of healing is to turn us into a person that is weaned off of the world and culture that we grew up in and be broken of our own will so that we NEED Him. God's definition of healing actually turns us into a weaker person not a stronger person. However, this is the paradox. Once we become weak to the point where we NEED Him we are actually VERY strong. Once we are broken, we are actually completely whole, by God's definition. God wants to heal ALL of His children for sure, even those who haven't been broken by life's circumstances, but EVERYONE struggles with some sort of a broken heart. We ALL need healing because we are all born into this world and are dependent upon the world at first. We are strong in ourselves at first, our pride tells us that if God doesn't come through plan B will be to rely on ourselves. But God wants to heal us by breaking us to dependency upon Him, helping us get rid of plan B, the way it was SUPPOSED to be. The way we were originally created to function and work. To heal our minds by transforming our thoughts so we NEED the scriptures, so we NEED His presence. We all need this type of healing. This is different than the world's definition of healing. The world's definition is that when you are healed you are stronger person in yourself because you learned how to rely on yourself more, you are stronger and more confident in yourself because you got through your tough times, but God's definition of healing is a complete paradox.



He says let me make you weak, then you will be truly strong. Let me break you, then you will be truly whole. I love this. It's happening to me, every time I scramble to and try and fix another part of me that the Lord exposes that isn't "together." He has been saying lately, "No this is really you, and it's beautiful. I exposed this because I don't want it covered up. Be transparent before me and others and let these imperfections in your life be met and covered by my grace and forgiveness and healing. Your mistakes and failures joined with My grace and forgiveness will come together to testify of my goodness and righteousness, kindness, and love, and of My mercy. It will become a word in your mouth that will testify of my grace"



Something else my boyfriend also brought up tonight that I thought was SO good was that I just need to be obedient to the Lord and the rest will follow. That whatever fruit comes from that obedience is the fruit that comes from it and I shouldn't analyze it to make sure it's good enough or determine that I'm out of the Lord's will if the fruit looks different than what I had planned but just to seek the Lord and be obedient to what He tells me and everything else will follow. Obedience always equals blessing. Obedience is a covering and a place of protection and rest with the Lord and quiet and rest always sound good to me. :-)



Be free



love,

Dea

Monday, July 21, 2008

Holy Vindication: "The More Excellent Way"

The issue of fairness has been popping into my head a lot recently. That's been something I have been longing for in my life for the past three years. Fairness. You see, when something happens to me that is very unfair my human nature kicks in and I yearn for fairness, to be justified for my reeling emotions, to be vindicated, for the score to be fair again, to be brought even. But there are places in my heart that long for people's definition of fairness to come to pass in my life, not God's definition. The world thinks distributing fairness as an eye for an eye or a tooth for a tooth. If you take something from me I will take something from you. If you hurt me I will hurt you and so on. This is how the world brings about fairness and and their definition of justice. And if I were honest, yes, there are days when I long for this type of fairness to come to pass in my life. That the unfair events that I have suffered in my life and the things and the family that I have lost as a result of someone else's sinful decision made by a person who was supposed to bring protection and direction to the household, yes, there are days when I long to see what my human nature defines as fairness come to pass in my life and when hidden, faint longings of this type arise from a wounded soul and it does not come to pass anger arises, bitterness, and then the shame for feeling that way.



I have realized that one of the reasons why I struggle with anger at times is because I long for fairness to come to pass in my life and other's lives. The world's definition of fairness, the one where every one's playing field is level, the one where every one's score is even, the one where if I was hurt or taken from unjustly then I should be vindicated somehow some way so things are once again "fair." Being forced into child prostitution at the age of 8 while I was running around blowing bubbles and letting my skin get kissed by the sun doesn't seem fair. Growing up in a family that is negative and abusive while one is godly and humble doesn't seem fair. Someone losing their whole family to war, famine, disease, and orphaned while some in other countries receive the best health care, and grew up in the best house with the nicest things....just doesn't register as fair or just on my human radar screen.



Obviously this world is not fair. My mind can tell my heart that life is not fair, that this world will never be fair, but it's true, this is hard for my heart to swallow because of course at times i wish life were fair...but of course I understand this is not the reality, for I have experienced it myself.



Jesus has been prodding this issue in my heart for days now. Exposing some important truths that are helping me heal. If one has a wounded soul and desires healing a part of that healing involves accepting God's definition of fairness as the truth, and the better way, and coming under that authority.



First off thank God Jesus didn't come to earth to bring about our definition of fairness because if He had I would have had to die on that cross too. In my humanness I could never earn God's love and mercy, if God defined fairness the way we do then I would have had to suffer for my sins before a righteous and holy God. By the world's definition this would only be "fair" since we sinned against God and that's what we deserve.



Second, Jesus died a terrible painful death, He was wrongfully accused and rejected by us, men. After a brutal death like that Jesus could have said "Yes I have rose from the dead and overcame. You sinners can now come to me but you must go through what I went through because I did it now you have to do it" He could have been self righteous and bitter about it and could have saved us but not FREED us. This is HUGE. This is perfect humble love. This is a more excellent way than our puny little definitions of fairness.



Jesus didn't just flip the world upside down, or bend the rules a little, he SHATTERED human thinking as we know it, He TORE the veil, ripped everything up, set a new world order. If one wants to find peace and healing one has to accept and come under the authority of Jesus' new world order that took effect when He rose from the dead, when He overcame the grave.



You see if I were to pave my own way to healing I would say "Lord vindicate me" and I would expect the Lord the vindicate me. Yup, give me my house back, my car back, my family back, the pieces of my heart back, and even more but Jesus says not just to me but to everyone who is hurting and has been wronged unjustly "let me show you a more excellent way."



What Jesus means by this "more excellent way" is to let go of seeking and longing for the world's definition of fairness but to accept and come under authority of His definition of fairness, the more excellent way is love. When you are wronged unfairly, unjustly, Jesus says forgive and love. Isaiah describes Jesus to be a man who knew pain and many sorrows but there is no bitterness in Him towards us, the people who caused Him that pain and sorrow. Unbelievable.



The world's definition of fairness leaves no room for mercy, love, or forgiveness. There is no solution in that definition. People who have been hurt, unfairly hurt, seek to take revenge on the person or people who hurt them, spawning hate, spawning war, and so the cycle goes. Jesus came to stop this cycle in the world. He came to show us a "more excellent way."



He is teaching me that yes, He truly is the vindicator in my life and I NEED to trust Him in that, but He is going to do it using a more excellent way than carrying out my definition of justice in my situation. I bring my heart in pieces to Jesus where I have been unfairly wronged, I have been unfairly wounded, and that's where Jesus quietly and gently steps in and teaches me a more excellent way. To seek after and accept His definition of fairness instead of my own. To forgive where I have been stolen from and to love where I have been unfairly wronged.



I take a lot of comfort in the fact that Jesus set an example for me. That He was wronged unjustly, He was betrayed unfairly, He was killed as an innocent. Yet He overcame with a more excellent way. Love.



Forgiving and letting go will release a person from bitterness and anger. Replacing Jesus' definition of fairness in my life with my own is beginning to bring about healing and ultimately freedom in my heart.



Let freedom ring for there is a more excellent way, Jesus'
love.

Great Friends = Great Remedies For a Wounded Soul

So much on my mind but let me start with this. Authentic fellowship can be a soothing antiseptic for a hurting soul. This past weekend was one of the best weekends I've had in a while. Not because I traveled to a grand location or I got to reunite with some long lost friends but simply because I enjoyed some authentic fellowship and I was SO blessed by it. My mom went out of town for the weekend and one of my best friends came to stay with me. This weekend consisted of shoveling a dead squirrel out of the drive way at 1 in the morning, going to see a great movie at the theater, staying up until 5 in the morning not talking about anything in particular and watching news bloopers and dogs walking in booties on youtube (very entertaining I highly recommend it), waking up at 1 in the afternoon and sharing a convo about the dreams we had and of course don't forget baking cookies and forgetting to add the flour which resulted in scrapping off the burnt crusted layer of cookie soup off the pan for about an hour. This weekend transported me back several years to a time when we were much younger and the world much simpler and as friends we would do nothing at all and have a blast doing it.

I look back on this weekend and it was such a blessing, it left me feeling so refreshed. Not because we sat around and had deep convo's and talked about some of the burdens on our hearts (although I love that type of remedy too) but because we shared authentic fellowship with one another. Just hanging out with someone who knows you have burdens and pain but just is there to BE with you. A lot of people search their whole lives for friends that are authentic. Friends that won't leave you when times get tough and who won't stab you in the back but truly love you for who you are. That's something I have in my life and something that I truly view as a gift from God. Authentic fellowship has healing power within it I'm sure of it, and I'm sure that God created it to be that way.

We were created to need each other, to need encouragement, to need people speaking life into us, to help pull and push us in our walks, to learn from each other, but of course a balance must be found. The Holy Spirit must help us walk the line between loving and serving the God of the universe and the people He has placed in our lives. A tricky balance to be learned and walked out at times but I am experiencing now both God and people are necessary to help bring healing to heart that needs it. Healing to a heart like mine.