Purity

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wedding ringA few years ago my parents bought me a purity ring.  It has a pretty blue topaz set in a sterling silver band – just the kind of thing I like.  I thought it was a beautiful ring, but it was too big for awhile.  Recently I remembered I had it in my jewelry box and thought to try it on.  It fits just right.  Wearing my ring again really made me consider what it means to me and why I even wear it at all.  My ring is not a chastity ring; it is a purity ring.  There is a difference.  To me, my ring isn’t merely a token of my commitment to “wait” for the guy I will someday marry; it is a symbol of my covenant with God, my covenant to choose Him above all other things in this world.  I choose purity because my King has called me to it and I love Him.  Many people think that purity is just about abstinence, but it is so much more than that.  It is about a way of life.

In Philippians 4:8 Paul urges us to think about “whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable.”  Purity is about your thoughts, your words, your actions, and your choices.  I have chosen Him, and His way is purity.  When I said “yes” to Him and to purity, I automatically said “no” to everything else.  I will never need to wonder “how far is too far?”  There are so many things I will never have to question, and it is all because I said “yes” to One.  It is such a beautiful thing!  In this day and age, we are constantly being bombarded by words, ideas, images, and choices.  The words of Isaiah 1:22 fit what is happening at this time and what has been happening since the beginning of man’s sinfulness: “Your silver has become dross, your choice wine is diluted with water.”  Can you hear the sorrow in those words?  In the past we have chosen vile things and corrupt ways.  Yet there is another choice before each of us; our Father offers another way, His perfect way: “Come now, let us reason together….Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool” (Isaiah 1:18).

These are my words to my generation and to everyone else with a hunger for something different: “pure” doesn’t have to be prudish; you can be pure and still be passionate.   You can be innocent without being ignorant.  You can be in the world but not of it.  And that is precisely what our holy King is calling us to, that we might be “children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which [we] shine like stars in the universe” (Philippians 2:15).  On our own, we are not capable of walking in purity.  But through Christ, we are empowered to do just that:

‘For the grace of God that brings us salvation has appeared to all men.  It teaches us to say “No” to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in this present age…’ (Titus 2:11-12)

God is longing to restore purity in the hearts of His people.  He calls out to each of us, “My son, my daughter, walk with me.  I have something so much more beautiful for you.”  Will you heed His call to purity?

Extraordinary

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Doctor Who quoteWords of truth imbedded in a quirky British sci-fi show.  If you’ve never watched BBC’s Doctor Who, then you won’t know who the Doctor is, or understand the bit about time, space, and nine hundred years.  Anyway, it is a television series we are watching, and I just loved that line.  It sums up what I have been thinking about this week.  Every single person is important.  Every single person is extraordinary.  Do you know why?  It is because every single person is fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of our Creator.

Sometimes everyone feels that they are simply extra ordinary and average.  That feeling, however, is a lie, plain and simple.  God makes His feelings on the subject clear throughout the Bible.  One of my favorite Old Testament passages about this is Psalms 139, which blatantly points out the truth: we are all fearfully and wonderfully made, created for a unique purpose, and we cannot escape our Creator’s love!  Isn’t it just amazing and mind-boggling?!  He has made each one of us to be an astounding display of His glory and goodness.  It is, I believe, His desire that we each not only realize His beauty but also realize the beauty He has put inside us.  What better way to show the magnificence of the Creator than through that which He has so carefully and lovingly created, His greatest masterpieces?  “Never doubt your value, my beloved,” He whispers to each of our hearts.  “You are my beautiful treasure, a pearl of great price, and you were worth the greatest Sacrifice.”  So here’s the question: do you believe it?

A Child Is Born - Lennart Nilsson

A Child Is Born – Lennart Nilsson


“Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.  How precious are your thoughts toward me, God!  How vast is the sum of them!” – Psalms 139:16-17

Standing Apart

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desert-rose-socotra-moffett_58923_990x742I am going to be completely honest.  I am terrible at fitting in.  All my life I have wrestled with it, asking God why there seemingly weren’t any others like me.  Was I the only one?  There is a beautiful song by Whiteheart called “Desert Rose.”  The first time I listened to it, it felt like it was about me.

“Lost in a windswept land
In a world of shifting sand
A fragile flower stands apart

There in that barren ground
You feel like the only one
Trying to serve Him with all your heart”

I want to be a wife and mother.  I cannot say I have met many other girls whose greatest desire in this life is to be a wife and a mother.  At the time people began to ask me what I wanted to be, seemingly every other girl’s dream to be a famous actress or singer.  The “what do you want to be” question was put to me primarily by my peers.  My “friends” gave me strange looks; they ridiculed me and teased me.

Besides my desire to be a wife and mother, there were a lot of other things that made me different from the girls around me.  One thing is the fact that I was the girl whose family was going to one day move to Africa to be missionaries.  Being an MK (missionary kid) automatically sets you apart from “regular” kids, if only because they can’t understand why your family is doing what they are doing.  Also, I was (and still am) homeschooled.  The other things that made me stick out had entirely to do with my decision to pursue God.  I refused to gossip.  If I couldn’t walk away, I said something nice and tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.  I refused to give in to pressure.  I knew what was right, be it by God’s rules or my parents’, and acted upon that knowledge.  I also had no desire to talk about lip gloss, magazines, or who liked whom.  (And they thought I was the weird one!)  Basically, I wasn’t very popular with the girls.  I was labeled stuck-up and prissy, and I got called “Miss Perfect” (lacking in cleverness, to be sure, but you get the point).  Quite suddenly, I found myself totally friendless and very lonely.

“And you wonder, wonder
Can you last much longer?
This cloud you are under
Will it cover you?”

There were moments when I thought I could just give in.  What was the point of striving so hard when nobody else could see a reason to do so?  When I came right down to it though, I knew there was something more to be had, especially in a relationship with God.  I simply couldn’t commit to living “fake.”  I decided that I was going to stand apart, even if it hurt, even if I had no friends.  Because of this, I formed a beautiful friendship with God.  To this day I maintain my choice to be set apart.  I am not going to lie; it can be hard to be different.

“Sometimes holiness
Can seem like emptiness
When you feel the whole world’s laughing eyes”

Now, at this time in my life, God has brought around me a group of friends who, while they are not all “like me,” share my values.  The loneliness still presses sometimes, but my loving Father has sustained me thus far and will continue to sustain me.  Just this past week He told me something amazing.  “My daughter,” He began, as so often He does, “you were not made to fit in. You were made to stand out.”  That struck a chord within me.  It is little wonder I am so bad at fitting in!  Standing out is what I was made to do.  I am His desert rose, and this rose’s thirst will be quenched with nothing less and nothing more than Living Water.

desert rose

“Desert rose, desert rose
Don’t you worry, don’t be lonely
Heaven knows, Heaven knows
In a dry and weary land a flower grows
His desert rose, His desert rose”

You can check out the whole song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogwkvCpKSIA

My Cup Runneth Over

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cupThe other day Sam asked me about the saying “a glass half full.”  I was thinking about it later and couldn’t get it out of my mind.  In life, most people can be put in one of two categories: the “glass half empty” types and the “glass half full” types.  I fall into neither category.  As David wrote, “My cup overflows” (Psalms 23:5).  So it is with me.  Now, that’s not to say that I am so blessed that nothing bad ever happens, because we are talking about real life here.  But I have chosen to keep my eyes fixed on my King of glory, and He is good all the time.  He is so good that I cannot contain all of His goodness; it just bubbles over.

It saddens me that the majority of people live “glass half empty” lives.  Yet even a “glass half full” life is not enough.  “The thief comes only to kill, steal, and destroy” (John 10:10) – in other words, give us bad, “glass half empty” lives.  But then there is Jesus.  He did not come so we could have “glass half full” lives.  Rather, as it tells us in that same verse in John, He came “that they may have life, and have it to the full.”  A life that is full and running over is what our infinitely good Father has for us if only we will accept it.  A life spilling over with His goodness is the life I have chosen because nothing else will do.  My life is filled beyond full with His presence, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

More Than Enough

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We are always saying that our God is a “God of more than enough.”  Head knowledge and heart knowledge are very different though.  You can know something without really knowing it.  What I “knew” I now know – for sure and for certain, one hundred percent positive: God is amazingly, outrageously good.

We will be moving from our Nairobi apartment to a tiny house on a small farm that is farther from the central part of the city than where we are currently.  Moving is something I do not really want to do, but that is a story for another time.  This story is about the way God displayed His goodness in my life.  As for the actual logistics of moving, there is always much to consider and decide upon.  Other than our clothes, books, dogs, and some random household goods, we don’t own much.  What that means is, over the next few weeks, we will have to buy the things we need – beds and appliances especially.

Besides those necessities, we really needed a set of pots and pans.  As the cook in our home, having nice cookware is something that is very important to me.  While doing some research online, we found this gorgeous set of Rachel Ray bright orange pots and pans that would look great in our new kitchen, the walls of which are covered in blue-and-orangey yellow flower-print tiles.  I saw that set and knew that it was exactly what I wanted.  I also knew, however, that transporting an entire pan set from the United States to Kenya in a suitcase was not something that was going to work.  I didn’t even need to ask to know that.  Thus, we went to the grocery store here to look for some other pots and pans that we could purchase.  I tucked away my desire for those lovely orange pots and resigned myself to having something decidedly less pretty to cook in.  Then we went to a moving sale at Sam’s friend’s house.  They had so many wonderful things!

My new orange pots and pans – plus a couple extras I found at Marshalls!

I happily set to rummaging around their kitchen, finding such treasures as a crock-pot and a variety of Corningware baking dishes (kitchen things make me very happy!).  Then we opened the last cupboard.  And what do you suppose I found?  That is right – an entire set of bright orange pots and pans, practically brand-new.  And this was not just any set of bright orange pans; it was the set of bright orange pans.  I almost burst into tears.  It was not as though I was asking God for those pans or as though I had been thinking about them constantly.  I was not overwhelmed so much by finding the pans in that cupboard as I was by an amazing sense of God’s love.  He couldn’t have told me any more clearly had He given me a note saying, “Everything will be all right, my daughter; and more than that, it will be wonderful.”  My God meets all my needs – always has and always will.  But I have never before had such a mind-blowing experience of His going above and beyond, of giving more than enough.  This I know full well: my God is an outrageously loving, more-than-enough kind of God.  And sometimes His love looks like a bright orange set of pots and pans.

My Obsession

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I’m addicted now.  It started the summer I was six, when I gave Him all that I had been, all that I was, and all that I would be.  It wasn’t until I was ten, though, that He really got my full attention.  I was hurting and lonely; and I just felt certain that there was more to be had than what I was seeing.  So I began to cry out, and He showed me some of His wonder.  I totally broke down.  I literally crumpled to the floor in the middle of my bedroom and sobbed.  He is so amazing, and I had never truly seen Him before.  It was that same year He told me it was time to lay all of me down, to be baptized and let go of everything old to make room for the things He wanted to do in me and through me.  He told me it was time to start finding out who He is and digging into His Word.

I started at Genesis and worked my way through to Revelation.  It took me two and a half years, but it was good.  Admittedly, the first year or so was painstaking – and not simply because I was reading through the Mosaic Law!  No, it was because I hadn’t yet come to the point where He was my sole desire, my greatest love, and my satisfaction.  That took time.  The readings began with a desire to obey and learn.  As time went on, it became my early morning habit, a need – the day just wasn’t right if I hadn’t started it with my “quiet time.”  Finally it became a pleasure – a full-blown, unadulterated pleasure.  Now I find that I cannot help myself.  In the dim morning light I listen for that still, small Voice as I read and write in my journal.  As I hang the laundry and do my homework I sing His praises.  As I make dinner I whisper my thankfulness.  As I put my little sister down to bed, I speak His words of life and love.  As I lay in the quiet darkness of night, drifting off to sleep, I am comforted by His peace.  My God has become my obsession, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It’s you and me and all other people; and I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” – “You and Me,” Lifehouse

Sunday School (and a skit) at Shangilia

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Our family performed a skit of the Biblical story of Samuel to help teach the Sunday School lesson.

“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”
– Jeremiah 33:3

On Sunday we got to visit our  friends at Shangilia Children’s Home and School.  It is always such a blast to hang out with them.  It was even more fun this weekend because our family got to teach their Sunday school lesson.  One of the lovely young girls, Teresa, volunteered to lead us in a time of praise and worship.  After praising the Lord, it was time to learn more about Him.  We talked about Samuel (the Biblical one!) first hearing God’s voice.  Instead of simply telling the story, we decided to turn it into a short skit.

In this “scene” of our skit we have Sam, as the Biblical Samuel; my dad, as Eli the priest; and Sabra (me), as the Voice of God

Swathed in blankets and carrying a broom-handle staff, Dad made a wonderful Eli, narrating the story and engaging everyone’s attention.  Mom, playing Hannah when Dad narrated the beginning of Samuel’s story, was lauded for her fake crying.  Sam played the young boy Samuel (of course!).  Even Aviya had a part playing baby Samuel.  Despite the fact that the voice of God (played by me) wasn’t very deep, the kids loved the skit.  We weren’t merely there to put on a show however; our point was that God speaks to everyone.

Listening-and-journaling time at Shangilia

We then read from the book of John about Jesus being the Good Shepherd and how we are His sheep who know His voice.  This required a demonstration.  Here in Kenya, the shepherds walk behind the sheep and make them move by yelling and swatting them with a big stick.  Dad clarified that the passage from John 10 was referring to the method of shepherding used by the Israelites.  In this method, the shepherd walks in front of the sheep and calls them to follow him.  The sheep of one of these shepherds are trained to know his voice, and his voice alone.  Our Shepherd, Jesus, leads us with His voice.  We may know the voice of our Shepherd, but it takes practice to hear Him speaking if you are not used to it.

To help the kids learn to listen for that Voice, we had a listening-and-journaling time.  Everyone found their comfy position (generally on their tummy on the ground) and sat, listening for the God-whispers – the things God speaks to our hearts.  Fifty-one children, from the very little ones right up to the teenagers, sat in silence in the hot sunshine waiting to write out or draw what God was telling them.  That silence was a beautiful thing.  We finished up and had a time to share our pictures just as the tiny ones started to get the wiggles.  Six children, hesitant at first, shared their drawings.  Oh, the wonderful things God speaks to His children!  Lillian, a 11-year-old girl who lives at Shangilia, shyly shared that God had given peace to Kenya.  It could be nothing less than the words of God, because, with the presidential elections looming again, tension and conflict are beginning to rear their ugly heads higher.  Only God can bring peace to Kenya.  God spoke to Christine, who is only 7 years old, that she needed to love herself so she could learn to love others.  God gave Christine a beautiful message of love and self-worth that touched more hearts at Shangilia than just her own.  And those were only two of the journal pages!  It is my prayer that the amazing young people there will continue to listen to God’s voice and come to know more and more of His breath-taking love and goodness.

After the Sunday School lesson and a special treat of Blow-Pops (a U.S. import), everyone has a big smile!

The Hands That Catch You

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smiling AviyaI love watching Aviya grow and change.  Having a baby sister has been an amazing experience for me.  It won’t be many more months and she’ll be eager to try walking.  As I thought about this, something else occurred to me: as she learns to walk, there will always be hands to hold and steady her, and when she falls, there will always be hands to wipe away her tears and put her on her feet again.  The more I thought about it, the more I considered how it is the same way with God.  Whether we realize it or not, it’s the truth: there are Hands always ready and waiting to hold us and soothe us.  Sometimes we are so afraid of stumbling, of falling and getting hurt, that we never even try to go anywhere.

I was thinking then (more thinking) of this line from a song: “What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?  What if He’s more than enough?”  The point is that it is no real “what if” – He’s going to catch us, and He is more than enough.  He’s certainly big enough to catch us, and He promised He would, so why are we so very afraid?  Do we simply doubt that He will do it?  Doubt that, as far as we’ve fallen, He could lift us up again?  But that’s just the thing: it’s our doubts and fears that hold us back from freely trusting Him.  Unfettered trust is the kind of trust little children have; and when Jesus talks about the kingdom of heaven belonging to children, He is actually saying that we need to be child-like in our trust to have a real relationship with Him.  If you never stand and try to walk, you’ll never know just how strong His arms really are.

hand “The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” – Deut. 33:27

Thankful

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“Let us come before Him with thanksgiving and extol Him with music and song.”

Psalms 95:2

Have you ever made a “thankful list”?  I have, and it started out with “I am thankful for. . .”  That list ended up going for pages and pages.  I was amazed at how something so simple could so completely change my perspective.  Around Thanksgiving, people start to think about things that they are thankful for (however, I don’t always think that an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness quite sinks in for most of us).  But I tell you truly, we all should make the practice of giving thanks more a part of each day – annual thankfulness just doesn’t do justice to all that we have been given by our loving Father.

We are told over and over again in the Bible to give thanks, or rejoice, not only in the things that make us feel good but also in trials and suffering: “Sing and make music in your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ” (Ephesians 5:20, emphasis added).  There are so many things that we could allow to fill us with discontentment and worry, but the truth is that the things we have to be thankful for would far outweigh those other things if we would but open our eyes and see them!

Thankfulness is a choice.  We are not forced to be thankful, but when we make a decision to walk in thankfulness, no matter what comes, life begins to look entirely different.  We too can live lives “overflowing with thankfulness” (Colossians 2:7). Such a life opens up our hearts to quiet contentment and overwhelming joy, and it reveals the Father to those around us.  Thankfulness teaches you to find the good in both people and circumstances.  What are you thankful for today?

The rains have come again to Maasailand — thank you, God!

Our Nairobi Apartment

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There are a lot of things that make life in our Kenyan apartment in the city very different from our former life in a suburban house in America.  For example…

All the keys in houses are skeleton keys, and all the doors handles are levers.  Having lived in South Africa, where it was the same, I hardly noticed upon arriving here! 

Our water doesn’t just get hot and stay hot all the time – we have to turn on our “water heaters” (which are basically large electric kettles) with a switch on the wall about an hour before we want to use hot water.  We have a heater for each bathroom and one under the kitchen sink to heat water for washing dishes.

Speaking of electric kettles, they are extremely and pretty much everybody has some sort of kettle.  (People here love their Kenyan tea!)

Electricity is out frequently, usually several times a week, and it has stayed off for as many as twenty-four hours at a time.  Sometimes it is because someone hit a pole or a fuse box, but it is generally because the electricity just…runs out.  (As in, there isn’t any more to be had.)  Too many apartment buildings + no extra power = no electricity

Many people don’t have “pets” here.  They’ll have guard dogs, cattle, goats, chickens, or even a stray cat, but no real family pets.  In fact, a majority Kenyans are afraid of dogs, which is why our loving little dogs are such a novelty.

A dishwasher?  Why, yes, a 1998 model named, Samuel Hoffman. 

I always wanted a canopy bed, and now I really have one…made of net.  Yes, mosquito nets are nearly a necessity here, especially in the hottest part of the year (December- February).  A necessity, that is, unless you enjoy being wakened to a high-pitched buzzing in your ear and bites all over you!

 

The windows here don’t have screens.  Honestly, in a place where our windows are constantly open, it is quite a bother: the dust and dirt of Nairobi coats everything, making it hard to keep things clean.  It would be nice to have screened windows simply to keep the bugs out!

The outlets here need to be turned on and off when you use them.  Seriously, they have switches.  (Unlike windows with no screens, this is a good idea, especially considering that the power comes out at 220 volts, twice what it does in America.)  As a side note, there are no outlets in bathrooms (not a good or convenient plan when it comes to hair styling).

No carpeting here – wood floors and tile are pretty much all you’ll find.  I like wood floors, but they are a little slick for baby Aviya!

Not many people have an oven, and I am very thankful to have a tiny but nice Elba oven.  Some people have stoves (called “cookers”)  or hot plates to heat meals, but many people use LP tanks, parafin, and plain old fires.  While we’re on the subject of kitchen things, there aren’t crock pots here…plenty of rice cookers, though!

We, like most of the population here, don’t have a clothes dryer.  Actually, we do, and it is free, though not always available: the sun.  Mom and I, together, spend a total of about twenty hours a week doing laundry for our family of five.  It is a lot of work. 

There aren’t any built-in closets; all our closets are cupboards (and take up lots of floor space!).

We have a big gate to enter and exit our apartment complex, and armed guards 24-hours a day.  The guy in the photo is our day guard, Wycliff, and interestingly our night guard has the same name!

These are just a few of the things that make our life in Kenya so interesting and, on occasion, a bit frustrating.  We love our life here, crazy though it may be, and wouldn’t trade it.