Sunday, January 27, 2013

Overcoming Lies

My parents are amazing. They have loved me and loved the Lord, laying down their lives for God and family. As they have served many years as missionaries, touching different nations and generations they have this time proven wisdom and discernment when it comes to international ministry. I respect and love this in my parents.
As I began my first week in Harvest School I found myself really struggling with the thought that I had disappointed my parents  because I did not follow their advice to work my first year out of nursing school and instead to take six months off to pursue missions school and travel.
Steve Long a pastor at Catch the Fire Toronto was our first speaker and he taught on the Father Heart of God, how if we do not have the right perception of God our father, our Abba, then we can't live fully. Our perception of God the Father is distorted by lies that we have come to believe. Mine was the distance I placed between me and my dad for the lie of disapointment.
We did this exercise of having the Holy Spirit point out a lie that we have believed.
  1. First we identified the lie: I had thought that my dad was disapointed in me because of my choice to attend Harvest School.
  2. Memory where this lie first appeared: when I sat down with my parents for the first time to tell them about my new dream to go to Harvest school in the fall. My parents did not agree.
  3. Ask Jesus where he was in the picture:  I saw Jesus sitting next to me on the couch with the plane ticket to Mozambique.(yay!!!)
  4. What is the the truth that God substitutes for your lie:The Lord showed me that I have actually exceded my parents expectations.
My mom just the other day sat me down on the couch and told me that I should do whatever I feel the Lord leading me to do, and then gave me some practical advice. I am so honored to have my parents supporting me as I walk out the things the Lord calls me out to.

I dare you and myself to challenge the lies that dull our perception of our Heavenly Father love for us.

Flash Back to Africa

      This past fall I had the privilege to be part of Harvest School of Missions in Pemba, Mozambique. It was an incredible 10 weeks of being blessed and challenged by godly speakers, hands-on ministry to Mozambicans, Brazilian roommates, and a ton of new friends. First off: How can I say enough thanks to my supporters both in prayer and in giving? The generosity of so many made this life impacting experience possible and the prayers of so many carried me through. I'd like to mimic the apostle Paul and pray a blessing over you all that the Lords Love may manifest in your life as it did for me in Mozambique (Eph. 3:17-19). My heartbeat is to continue to live out the fruit of the seeds that were planted in me in Pemba.

A friend of mine had a phone call with her dad and he asked: What did you learn in Mozambique that you couldn't have learned anywhere else? My answer would have been, "I was poured into daily by speakers, staff and fellow students who had traveled half way across the world to talk with us, all expressing the love and character of God. I learned that there is no fruitful ministry if not first having true identity and intimacy with our Heavenly Father. Some of my favorite times was simply sitting in the dirt as the sky was a curtain of stars over me overwhelming me with the beauty of the Lord. Other favorite moments were when I had beautiful children in my lap or laughing hysterically with friends or simply in conversation with my Savior. I loved being in the red African dirt.
 Heidi Baker, who founded this ministry with her husband, would tell us a thousand times per class, “love looks like something”. I can no longer just live for myself, something inside of me was stirred to revival where I seek to live a life of love that flows out of my love for Jesus. What will my life look like if I obeyed the Lord fully; obeyed every conviction and challenge, responded to every invitation to have time with him, and follow him when he invites me to love others as he did? He tells us that “if you love me you will obey me.” I feel that I have been listening to God but come up short in following him in areas of my life. I want to be an obedient daughter in love, I will obey because I love him by the grace and power of the Holy Spirit.
One morning I was exasperated with people (partly due to the lack of coffee in my system) so while I was surrounded by people before class I decided to close my eyes and be with the Lord for five minutes in silence, ignoring those around. An image came to me; me having coffee with Jesus (how I often picture my time with him), but this time sitting across from each other at this roughly made table that was made of oak. Then I got the revelation of what He was saying that this table is made out of the cross: his death on it was the price of my communion with Him. My prayer is that I will never devalue the cost of my relationship with Christ.
Hands on ministry that I was involved with was re-leaving the medical staff  in handing out medication to the kids on the campus, to know and love these kids who struggled with chronic illness. On Friday nights a group of us would go onto the streets and invite women to come into our little store front, there we gave them chocolates, manicures and pedicures. But most of all we laughed with them, looked at them in the eye with respect, prayed for them, and butchered their language as we tried to learn either Makua or Portuguese but in so humbling ourselves and telling them that we want to know them and their language. 

This is only a glimpse of what I did and am exited to continue to write my experiences.
Many blessings for your day!

Welcome to the Adventure

Last fall I had the privilege to attend Harvest School of Missions in Pemba, Mozambique. My life has been a whirlwind and through these blog postings I hope to express some of the things that have changed me/ marked me by the grace of God and hope that it is some encouragement to others. These are both memories and lessons learned. Welcome to the adventure!

Trying to live through Isaiah 58: 6-12