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Hope is ready to soar.

10 Aug

My precious friend Courtney has provided me with little cards bearing sweet notes of encouragement for my journey here in Romania. On today’s note was inscribed the word

And today, I felt like I did. I climbed a ladder and stood on the third level of the House of Joy in Susani, Romania. Only six months ago, I walked in the snow that had fallen inside the uncovered first floor of the building that will one day offer education, sports, and discipleship programs to children and adults living in 31 villages in western Romania. Today, a stairway led to the second floor that will offer classrooms and sleeping quarters for visiting missionaries. The third floor, when completed, will provide additional housing for those traveling here to serve the poor and forgotten.

Today, that floor provided a glimpse into the heart of God. I stood and counted the church steeples – each one representing a village filled with families in need. I laid on the rough wooden planks and felt the breeze wash over me – the same breeze that will one day cool the brow of a hard-working soul. I watched the clouds paint the sky, spied a flock of sheep grazing in a field, and tried to count the layers of hills that crafted a most beautiful horizon. I wanted to fly.

Hope is rising in Romania. It’s rising through the tender care of those who live in the villages, serving those in need. It’s rising through the love of those in the United States who long to see a better now and forever for those forgotten by most. It’s rising through ministries like Red Page and House of Joy. And it’s rising in my heart. Hope is ready to soar.

This is a call to all the dead and disappointed

The ones who feel like they are done

This is a word to all the ones who feel forgotten

But you are not

Oh you are not

We’re alive, alive, alive we’re singing

We’re alive, alive, alive and we’re shaken

We’re alive, alive, alive, alive in You

We are soaked in all the grace that we’ve been given

Unchained from all that we have done

Your mercy’s rising like the sun on the horizon

We’re coming home

We’re alive, alive, alive we’re singing

We’re alive, alive, alive and we’re shaken

We’re alive, alive, alive, alive in You

~Alive, All Sons and Daughters

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Defining Discarded.

12 Feb

It’s been a week since I returned from my journey to Romania. I’ve drunk countless cups of caffeine at planning meetings about a worship conference in Russia and weekend church services here in Austin and mission trips in Guatemala.

Left: My sweet students bake cookies for others. Right: Cupcakes and brownies baked by NomNom Global for a special event. The proceeds go to help orphan care efforts in Guatemala.

I’ve baked cookies with my 10th grade bible study girls, made tarts and brownies and delicate mint marshmallows dusted in cocoa for a special event at Austin Christian Fellowship, and cooked dinner for my sweet husband. There has been good food savored with my family, good work done with my best friend, and good time communing with the Lord. Work and grad school and life are all swirling together in a common paisley pattern.

It feels normal. But I don’t. Continue reading

Iosif.

4 Feb

An impromptu sermon in the hotel hallway.

Iosif (Joseph) has the rugged looks of an athlete, and a deep voice that is easily recognized in each worship service and prayer time at WinterCamp. He clings to every word spoken, every song sung, with passion and conviction. Iosif graduated from high school years ago, and even spent six months working in Australia. But now, at the age of 23, he has returned to his home town of Faget (Fah-jhet), one of the small villages in Western Romania that will be served by the House of Joy. Continue reading