Spiritual

The song below expresses my heart.
It begs God to give us His eyes for the lost, poor, and broken.  God has allowed me to see, now I must check myself and ask if it HIS eyes I am choosing to look through.  Too often, I look through my own eyes, and start lose grasp of hope.

 Many broken hearted and hurting people have cross my path.  Unbelievably strong people, who have experienced much pain and turmoil, with very little hope that their circumstances will change here on this earth.  I see people I know who care so deeply that it hurts, as they have no choice but to watch someone they love deconstruct, making poor choice after poor choice. I see people in poor health, being told to see a specialist by their doctor, but don’t because they can’t afford to, and walk away with fear in their eyes, wondering about the results of tests that will never be taken.  I see mental illness wreak havoc on precious brains, taking them on terrifying highs and lows.  I see a mom, who’s heart breaks as she visits her son in jail, and soars as she welcomes him home, full of a love that is beautiful, complete.  I see a grandmother, fighting the system for 9 years, to save her grandchildren from a father who has done the unimaginable. I see her taking them in as her own, worn out from work, pressing on in school to finish a degree, all the while in physical pain due to chronic illness.  I see a woman who is demoralized as her husband continues to betray her, sitting in front of a computer, choosing to find fulfillment in something that never fulfills, but destroys.  I see young girls being sold, their purity ripped from them day after day as they experience a hell called brothel.

Every one of these people have a name, a name that I have the privilege to know. These are ones who are, as the song says, “broken-hearted, ones that are far beyond my reach.”

True…BUT, they are not beyond HIS reach, the reach of my HEAVENLY FATHER.

  I think too often as Christians, we expect perfection from each other, and even from ourselves. This way of thinking sets one up for extreme failure and a life that is not authentic.  We are all in a state of growth.  We as Christians are pilgrims on a journey of walking with the One whom we love, and want to be like.  We stumble.  We often fall flat.  When we do, the Perfected One, Jesus, is right along side us, waiting to hear from us that we need His help, reaching out His hand to help us up, and reaching out His other hand offering grace and forgiveness.  We will not be perfect until we get to Heaven, yet, when we accept His hand of grace and forgiveness, He makes us whole, pure, blameless.  What a concept!


How beautiful would it be if we chose to see each other in that light? To see each other in the process of being perfected, continuously being made new.  To see each other as ones whom the God of the Universe thinks the world of, so much so that He came to our world to make a way for us to become like Him, so we could spend eternity with Him when we leave.  I think we would be much more prone to forgive, to bear each others burdens, to say the words “I’m sorry,” to speak the truth gently in love, to look at ourselves instead of pointing a finger, to just love one another because we are all on our own pilgrimage, walking this treacherous path of life.  What if we trusted Jesus with the ones we loved, trusted Him to continue the good work He has started, trusted Him to change their hearts and to reveal to them how He wants them to walk?  What if we kept our eyes on our own path, making sure we are walking it with our hands clasped to the One who leads?  How many times are we walking along, but let go of His hand to point with a finger of accusation at another pilgrim? We let go, distracted by someone else’s journey and our own pride, and stumble.  Or we let go, and cause another to fall, sometimes on purpose because they may have pushed you in the past and caused pain.  How many times do we just simply turn to our Friend of power who is holding our hand and ask Him to help our fellow pilgrims?  He’s right there, next to us, waiting for us to simply ask, to simply pray.  Instead, we pridefully think our limited brains know better, so we let go to point out those who are stumbling, all the while not realizing we are up to our chins in muck ourselves.  


Why do we expect perfection from each other and from ourselves?  How can we not offer forgiveness to one another or accept the forgiveness He offers us? How dare we think less of each other, when this amazing God has reached out His hand to each one of us, no matter who we are, what we have done, how much money we make, what color our skin is, no matter how far we have fallen.  We are ALL made by Him, and He is reaching out to each one of us offering Himself, offering an eternity of TRUE perfection with Him, at the end of this journey.

“Spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness and your night will become like the noonday.” ~ Isaiah 58:10

Today I received one of the best gifts. Kathy, my mother-in-law, gave me what is called a One Girl Bracelet.  She bought it from Tiny Hands International, an awesome Christian non-profit organization who are committed to finding the greatest injustices in the world, and works toward relieving them however possible.  They are particularly called to orphans, street children, and the victims of the sex-trafficking industry.

My Uncle, Doug Dworak is on staff with Tiny Hands International as the director of Compassion Ministries. The love and dedication he and his wife, Shirley have for this ministry is pretty phenomenal, it has been a pleasure to watch and continue to learn what it looks like to have a heart that breaks for the oppressed, and one that is committed to serving God for His glory, no matter where it takes them.

Here is part of an email that I received from Doug that tells more about why prayer is the key element in making a difference:

Now can you see why it is such a special gift? Truly priceless. What a privilege it is to lift one of these precious girls up in prayer, and to know I am praying with other prayer warriors from all over the world. I marvel that a $10 gift can not only rescue a girl from a horrid life that I can’t even imagine, but will also most likely, save her life, and give her an opportunity for rehabilitation.

Rehabilitation/Princess Home

“Let us remember, what hurts the victim MOST is not the cruelty of the oppressor, but the silence of the bystander.”

~Elie Weisel, Holocaust Survivor

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I’m feeling off-kilter. 

I know the solution to this problem, and that solution is time with God.  

He centers me.  My thoughts go all askew, He brings them back to truth.

For this to happen, I need time with Him. Reading His message, listening and talking to Him, knowing Him.  Like any relationship, little time together creates distance.  In this relationship, however, there is only one who chooses distance, never God, only me.  Time with Him is sweet.  Why do I let life and self distract?  

I let emotions distract. I am a feeler.  I have to work hard not to rely on my emotions and accept them as truth.  I have to compare what I am feeling with His truth.  My emotions are  beautiful when He is in my spotlight.  They lead me astray if not.

I am intuitive.  It is something lovely God did when He created me, but when I am caught up in my world, intuition deceives.  What I think is truth and what really is, are different.  Selfishness distorts what should be lovely.

I love the Bible- His word to me.  Its grounds me.  It reveals.  It gives me sweet fellowship with my dearest friend. It takes the crazy kaleidoscope of life and creates beauty.  It reminds me who I am and who He is.  It whispers gently, words that restore my essence, inflate my spirit, give me life.  It helps me to push pause on worry, and shows me what is outside my circle- the things I am not responsible for and cannot change. It spotlights what I can and should change in myself, and then reassures me that I am wholly loved, never alone, and fully whole.

It centers me, it makes Him my center.  

I read it, then I look through life’s kaleidoscope and it is lovely.

This post does not have anything to do with homemaking, but it might help you understand why I embrace the whole idea of simplicity.  In a previous post, I wrote about how simplifying, for me, is the “intentional promotion of the things I value most.”   This post is about the THING I value most.

 My sisters and I are reading a book together called Crazy Love by Francis Chan.  We are on chapter 2 and I’m loving it.  Our purpose in reading it is to learn about this “Crazy Love” that God has for us, and to figure out why in the world would the same God who created the universe love US?!   What?Seriously?  I know, it seems quite crazy, really.
Below, there is an amazing video called “Just Stop And Think” with a message that I believe is life changing.  It was for me.  It articulates what I believe with all my heart is true, and because of it I will never be the same.  Please take a few minutes to watch it to the end.  Sounds crazy, but it could be the most important video you ever watch.

**do you think I used the word “crazy” enough times in this post?  Trust me, I’m really not…ok maybe a litte..sometimes.

There is something that I want everyone who reads this to know.  Something I believe with everything in me. Ready?