Friday, March 22, 2013

15 Seconds Left to Live



"For you to move from Texas all the way to Seminole must be a complete and total God-thing. There's no other way you would have ended up here, except that God alone brought you here."

What a bold statement. Out of all the responses I've heard from people after hearing my moving-to-Canada story, not once has someone responded quite like this, though many elude to it. I studied this comment, as if God had just told me, "Look at you now!", once again. Almost every day, He's told me those four encouraging, intimately beautiful, pleasing and Fatherly words, "Look at you now!" It's as if I was a little girl again, and I'm heading off to my first day of kindergarten, and my dad is smiling down at me saying, "Look at my little girl now!"

These words mean more to me than what you, the reader, may begin to think. Though maybe, those that are extremely close to me will know a piece of it's impact.

I've come so far since a year ago. Almost exactly to the date, I was perhaps at my worst spiritually. Those people on the outside wouldn't have noticed. My heart was in a compromising state. I didn't take into account the hurt I was causing my parents by my random acts of rebellion (it's not like I was toilet-papering people's houses! Just the smallest remarks still count as hurtful disobedience to your parents, and this I didn't quite realize), and the compromises that began to eat away my spiritual strength and waywardness at my workplace.

It doesn't feel so good writing about how someone like me, a huge influence in my youth group at that time and to my friends and family, could have had such a spiritual low. But, from the deepest, darkest corners of my heart, I thank God for that season. Because of my spiritual low, I am now able to live in a completely opposite spiritual high.

I know who I am. I am confident in what I believe and I am candidly honest with myself. Therefore, I know that what I am going to say is absolutely true. There is no "I am feeling like this right now so I'll just say it for the time-being till my feelings change". There is no "I'm not sure I feel this way, but I'll write it anyway to make others believe me." And there certainly is no "I'm going to lie to myself to feel better." No, what I'm going to say is the core, candid, honest truth within myself.

I. Have. Changed.

I am a completely different person than who I was a year ago. I feel as if a fire is shut up in my bones, that when given the chance, I will never be able to say everything I want to tell people about what God has taught me, changed about me and revealed to me because there is too much.

This fact of my heart and spiritual change has been confirmed by many people this passed month, and confirmation through other people is the key to knowing God really has done something real to you. A girl from my school told me, "I know I don't really know you as much as others do, but I've seen how you've changed since the beginning of the school year and now, at the end of it."

I'm sharing my heart change with you, the reader, because I want you to be deeply encouraged by my own story. Know that your trials are making way for a fine, fine life, just as mine did.

Because you see, there must be darkness if God were to ever bring light, right? For God to ever redeem us, there has to be slavery to sin. For God to ever save us, there has to be a life-threatening danger. Praise God for the trials you are in! And I will leave you with a profound verse.

"Dear Friends, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal that has come on you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice inasmuch as you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed." (1 Peter 4:12-13 NIV)

Monday, March 11, 2013

There and Back Again; A Texan's Tale



...In case you haven't caught the drift yet, this is the map in which my brother and I moved, from point A (Seminole, Texas, US-of-the-great-A) to point B (Steinbach, Manitoba, Canada), approximately 1,521 miles North. It took us, and my mom escorting, 2 and a half days to reach our destination, driving a total of about 9 hours each full day we were on the road. We just graduated 4 months prior, and now were headed off to some far, far away lands to attend a small, infamous bible school nobody really knows about at a church we've never really gone to. This is what my brother and I both believe God wanted us to do.

I last left off in my previous blog (Click Here if you haven't read it yet!) that I wasn't sure where God wanted me to go after Taran and I soon graduate from School of Ministers on April 26th, 2013. After living in Canada for about 7 months (that's over half a year. Holy smokes!), God gave me an answer.

"You've got what you came for. Now it's time to go back and share it."

GREAT!! ...and great...YES!! ...and nuhu. Nodding frantically!!! ...and pouting with every stubborn molecule in my body.

*Sigh* I've never felt such a split in my inner Texan-Canadianness in my entire life. So, I shall take the liberty of creating a visual for you, my fellow reader, to show you why such cataclysmic forces are erupting within my heart.


                      TEXAS                                            CANADA
Frequent scorching, warm weather
Frequent freezing snow to frolic in
Being with close, immediate family
Bonding with close, extended family
Dust storms
Blizzards
Family Harvest Church
Southland Community Church
Dirtbiking is actually possible all year round
Snowmobiling is actually possible all year round
Taking Maggie and Stephanie to amateur hockey games
Opportunities to see real hockey played by real men
Rattlesnakes
Maybe an apologetic bear
Freakishly close friends
Boyfriend (yeah, I said it.)

















So as you can see, my heart is split between these two places, as small and insignificant as some of those reasons are. Where would I rather be, people always ask me? Well, I'm not sure. I've always loved Canada, but living here for about 7 months makes me realize how much I want to be with my immediate family and close friends. And then when I begin to think about all the things and people I'll miss in Canada, I get very sad and feel as if I can't pull this off.

But someone told me that wherever God takes you, He will always equip your heart for it. So I've made up my mind already.

I'm moving back to Texas this May.

But I'll always come back to Canada, because it's here where I've discovered what a fine life really looks like on your own.