reflections.

To a darkened sky I lifted up my tear-stained face,

In desperation, I cried out to You – a prayer of brokenness.

All pretenses gone – the Light revealed my words were only words,

And the chains of fear gripped tighter than they ever had before.

In the season of my shame, I felt You’d left me here alone.

Seeing nothing past my pain, it seemed that all my joy was gone.

But, a gentle voice inside my heart, repeated "Child of Mind, Be Still,

Look to me, Dear One, and receive the Peace that is, for you, My Will."

As I trace Your hand behind me now, my vision becomes clear;

You’ve restored my mind, revived my heart, You have calmed my every fear.

In the stillness of the season that You led me to,

You reminded me that all I need is found in You.

I look before me now, and see the sun shine through the trees.

And every unknown in the future, one more reason to believe, –

I've a purpose in the plan You’re unfolding on this earth,

Lord, I commit my life to Your design, it is You I choose to serve.   

So, when the idols that I cling to here are stripped away from me,

May this heart always remember, Lord, that You alone can be:

My Rock, My Hope, My Prince of Peace, My Shelter in the Storm,

My Shepherd, My Deliverer, and My One and Only Lord.

--11/15/10

dear restless heart...

Dear restless heart, be still; don't fret and worry so;

God has a thousand ways His love and help to show;

Just trust, and trust, and trust, until His will you know.

Dear restless heart, be still, for peace is God's own smile,

His love can every wrong and sorrow reconcile;

Just love, and love, and love, and calmly wait awhile.

Dear restless heart, be brave; don't moan and sorrow so,

He has a meaning kind in chilly winds that blow;

Just hope, and hope, and hope, until you braver grow.

Dear restless heart, recline upon His breast this hour,

His grace is strength and life, His love is bloom and flower;

Just rest, and rest, and rest, within His tender power.

Dear restless heart, be still!  Don't struggle to be free;

God's life is in your life, from Him you may not flee;

Just pray, and pray, and pray, till you have faith to see.

--Edith Willis Linn

memories from 2nd grade.

With the recent explosion of snow we have had in Appomattox lately, I have had quite a few days off of work--and most of them I have spent cleaning and organizing. 

In the course of this, I came across my second grade journal.  You must know that I am quite proud of my second grade journal.  Even now, the "Excellent Journal, Kelly!" that my teacher wrote across the front makes me smile.  I decided to sit down and read through 7-year-old thoughts.  And, I must say that I have not laughed so hard in a very long time.  I've jotted a few of them here, verbatim, just for fun:

"Today me and Caitlin are going to start sowing outfits for the play we are going to do.  We are also going to ask people to help us do it.  I am going to tell people what it is for and Caitlin will ask them.  I hope Caitlin does not quit." 

"Caitlin is my best friend she is not bossy she is really nice I promise." 

"Yesderday I missed school  I was sick.  Last night I was iching like crazy.  Today I am going to take a nap." 

"Me and Caitlin are going to save up our money then we will put it togather and go to Bush Gardens Kings Dominan or Disney World or bye the american girls dolls.  I hope we get a lot of money soon becase I'm getting exsited."

"Me Caitlin and Stephanie have a club.  If we don't want a member in our club we just get 'em out.  We just got a member out the club, it was a boy so we had to.  Anyway the whole group voted to get him out."

"Today is Monday.  We are going to have P.E. I like P.E. and Library.  I don't like music that much. " 

And of the last two, all I can say is that time changes some things more than others.  :)

<3 Kelly

he gives peace.

"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, through prayer and petition, submit your requests to God; and the peace of God, which passes all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus."  --Philippians 4:5-6

It is not His intention for us to be ridden with anxiety, or fear, or confusion.  God is not the author of these--oh, but Satan delights in them.  They all fit perfectly within his plan, his plan to cripple us. 

But God says: Beloved, DO NOT be anxious about anything!  Please, bring me everything that worries you, that frightens you; bring me everything that you don't understand and let me have it!  I will handle it for you, and in exchange, I will give you a perfect and incomprehensible peace in your turmoil.  I will guard and protect your heart from bearing the burdens of your troubles (paraphrase).

This is what our gracious & merciful God gives to us in exchange for all of our junk--He gives us peace.

Let us bring before Him every anxious thought, every fear, EVERYTHING that paralyzes us from experiencing true life, and receive the peace that He promises.

"What God gives in answer to our prayers will always be the thing we most urgently need and it will always be sufficient."  --Elisabeth Elliott

the harvest field.

"He told them, 'the harvest is plentiful...'" --Luke 10:2

Almost three years ago, I traved to Haiti on a mission trip with a ministry team from Liberty.  I could go on and on about how that trip impacted my life, but I will just sum it up this way--it changed me.  The precious children that we met and the fearless women who cared for them left me wondering who came to minister to whom.  The mark that their influence and example left upon my life will be an eternal one.  Through their eyes, I glimpsed the heart of God for the poorest of the poor, the diseased and malnourished, the broken and downtrodden, and in that, experienced in a small way how His heart beats for each one of us in our own spiritual sickness and poverty.  He is our great Rescuer.  Though I physically left Haiti three years ago, a little piece of my heart stayed with those precious, precious children.  I think of them and pray for them so often.

Outside of the House of Hope where we ministered, the impression the nation of Haiti left upon me was one of great darkness and fearfulness; quite understandable, given the nations's violent and unstable history.  I could expoud upon this, but the oppressiveness that our team felt individually in our spirits is one that cannot really be explained, but indicated to us one thing:  Haiti is a tragically lost nation, and desperately needs the hope of Jesus Christ.  He alone is Life, and Light, and Healing...He alone can conquer fear.

The past few weeks, I have watched helplessly, with the rest of the world, at the aftermath of the January 12th earthquake in Port-au-Prince.  Images of those streets flash through my mind, and though I have heard that all those at the House of Hope are safe and well (praise the Lord!), I keep thinking of their Haitian brothers and sisters who are not, those who have lost loved ones, their homes, their livelihoods, and their very lives.  I think about those left behind who do not have an Eternal Hope to sustain them and give them comfort.  For these, any "stability" or "security" they relied upon crumbled along with the buildings around them.  How those people need to know Jesus Christ!  How many died on that day that did not?

A little over a week ago, in my sleepy little hometown of Appomattox, a gunman tragically killed eight people.  Among the victims were three high school students, and one precious four-year old little boy.  There is no explanation or rationalization for his actions.  It was a senseless act--one that only reaffirms the fact that we live in a sin-sickened world.  Our security is only an illusion if placed anywhere but in the protection and sovereignty of God.  The tragedy has shaken my small community to the core...and innocent children that I see and teach everyday, sat grieving over the tragic loss of their friends and classmates.  How many of them live a cultural Christianity, how many have little concept of God as personal, that He desires so much more than just a casual nod in His general direction--He wants their hearts.

Jesus' words in Scripture have not lessened in their urgency:  "the harvest is plentiful..." and it exists at all times and in all places, in foreign fields and our own backyards.  Tragedy, unfortunately, is a painful reminder that death is all around us, and so many are not prepared for it.  And, how many live as though they are dead, unaware of the love, the power, and the purpose that God has for them?  It has not been so very long since I was one of those people.

One of my favorite quotes comes from Oswald Chambers:  "God plants His saints in the most useless places.  We say--God intends me to be here becaue I am so useful.  Jesus never estimated His life along the line of the greatest use.  God puts His saints where they will glorify Him, and we are no judges at all of where that is." 

It has been my conception for a long time that in order to live a "successful" Christian life, I am to go out and do something "great for God."  But, the Truth that God has keeps hammering into my heart is that He does not define greatness in the way that I am accustomed to it being defined.  And for that matter, there is absolutely nothing in me that is capable of doing anything "great" in the world at all.  To live for the glory of God means that the greatest thing I am able to offer Him is my willingness.  There is work to be done wherever we find ourselves, if we would only open our eyes.  How greater can I exhibit the compassion of Christ than by sharing both physical and spiritual bread with a displaced Haitian family?  In what greater way can I display the comforting arms of Christ than by sharing Truth with a brokenhearted teenager?  Are we just willing to be His hands and feet, to humble ourselves and serve as Christ did, to be Light in dark places, wherever we find them? 

This world is not our home.  And, as recent events tragically remind us, the harvest fields will not wait.

<3 Kelly

be still.

"A score of years ago, a friend placed in my hand a book called True Peace. It was an old medieval message, and it had but one thought--that God was waiting in the depths of my being to talk to me if I would only get still enough to hear His voice.

I thought this would be a very easy matter, and so began to get still. But I had no sooner commenced than a perfect pandemonium of voices reached my ears, a thousand clamoring notes from without and within, until I could hear nothing but their noise and din.

Some were my own voices, my own questions, some my very prayers. Others were suggestions of the tempter and the voices from the world's turmoil.

In every direction I was pulled and pushed and greeted with noisy acclamations and unspeakable unrest. It seemed necessary for me to listen to some of them and to answer some of them; but God said:

"Be still, and know that I am God." Then came the conflict of thoughts for tomorrow, and its duties and cares; but God said, "Be still."

And as I listened, and slowly learned to obey, and shut my ears to every sound, I found after a while that when the other voices ceased, or I ceased to hear them, there was a still small voice in the depths of my being that began to speak with an inexpressible tenderness, power, and comfort.

As I listened, it became to me the voice of prayer, the voice of wisdom, the voice of duty, and I did not need to think so hard, or pray so hard, or trust so hard; but that "still small voice" of the Holy Spirit in my heart was God's prayer in my secret soul, was God's answer to all my questions, was God's life and strength for soul and body, and became the substance of all knowledge, and all prayer and all blessing: for it was the living GOD Himself as my life, my all."

--L. B. Cowman from Streams in the Desert