tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22310496768280801322024-03-05T12:17:16.155+00:00The Song of His BelovedI'm an evangelical missionary, called by the Lord to share His gospel and His love with those I am blessed to share life with. Currently living in Scotland, waiting for His voice to direct me step by step, and attempting to use this small space on the internet to encourage and serve others. Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-62641911942555461272015-09-12T01:27:00.003+01:002015-09-12T01:27:41.552+01:00A Short Spoken Word on 9/11 I will #neverforget...<br />...the first time I heard the words "terror attack" and "New York City" in a sentence together.<br />...the first time I saw the video of the airplane crashing into a building.<br />...the first time I heard the silence on the television as the news anchors stood in shock.<br /><br />I will #neverforget...<br />...the cold panic, shock and pain that washed over me as I watched the Twin Towers fall.<br />...the tears I shed, the prayers I prayed, the confusion I felt.<br />...the fear that it wasn't over yet.<div>
<br />I will #neverforget...but I will also #alwaysremember. <br /><br />I will #alwaysremember...<br />...that anger never once crossed my mind. Only pain, heartache, and hurt.<br />...how thankful I am for those who gave their lives for my freedom and how blessed I am to be alive today.<br />...the lives saved and the sacrifices made on that day.<br /><br />I will #alwaysremember...<br />...that in the midst of confusion and turmoil, it is only though God's peace which surpasses understanding that we will find comfort (Philippians 4:6-8).<br />...that even when the spotlight is on the evil of this world, Christ's salvation is the light that shines through the darkness (John 8:12). <br /><br />And I will #alwaysremember the ultimate sacrifice: that Jesus Christ sacrificed Himself for us that we would have eternal life (John 10:10-11).</div>
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Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-45545735912136089812015-03-26T06:43:00.002+00:002015-03-26T06:43:31.502+00:00Scotland Update - Visa<br /><br />Below is an email I've sent out to my supporters and prayer warriors tonight, March 25, 2015. <br /><br /><br /><br />Hello everyone, <br /><br /><br />This is a long email, but I pray and hope you would all take the time to read it. <br /><br />Thank you, firstly, for all your prayers and encouragements through this season of waiting for my visa. I am so blessed to have so many of you supporting me through this. <br /><br /><b>I found out last week that my visa application was denied,</b> which came as quite a big shock for myself...simply because my eyes had been so focused on the expected outcome, I hadn't stopped to truly think about any other outcome. <br /><br />I decided to take this past week and really come before the Lord in prayer and surrender, seeking Him and considering every avenue and option for my next steps before sharing all of this with you. Not because I didn't want the encouragement, but because I had questions with the Lord that I knew needed to be answered before I let you all know. As you can probably assume, this past week has been a pretty emotional one for me. <br /><br />Just after sending my final bits of information and application for my visa, I was up one night having a hard time sleeping, worrying and wondering what the next steps might bring. Even with my focus on Scotland, I had always known that this denial was also a response. <br /><br />As I prayed and opened my bible that night, He gave me these verses: <br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<br />My prayer that night was one of surrender: knowing that, whatever the outcome of this time of waiting, I knew I could trust that His way is perfect and He would make my path straight (as Proverbs 3:5-6 tells us). If my visa was accepted, I would gladly jump on that plane and settle into life in Scotland. If it was denied, I would accept it as the closed door that it was and trust Him for my next "ministry placement". As hard as it was to submit that prayer to Him, I knew it was one I did with complete surrender. <br /><br /><b><u>So, long story short: I will not be returning back to Scotland as a long term missionary.</u></b> I will, however, be making plans to go back on a short-term visitors visa to visit with, encourage, and say goodbye to those I've come to see as family over there. I won't have closure with the ministry the Lord blessed me with in Scotland until I can go back and truly spend time with the church family I've come to know, love, (and over the past 7 months, miss terribly) in Scotland. <br /><br />As it turns out, the day I found out about by visa, those verses came back into my head and even in the midst of my mourning, sadness, and confusion, I had a peace in my heart knowing that this was the Lord's chosen path for me right now. <br /><br />I also took a good long look at what the Lord was doing in my life at this exact moment and, through that lens, I saw multiple doors of ministry opening up for me at Shoreline and here in America that I couldn't ignore...opportunities I am even getting excited about! So, as hard as the news was, this realization did made the shock of having my visa denied a little less disheartening. <br /><br />There are many "what now?"s and "why?"s and "what if?"s that I don't have the answers to right now. What I do know is that the Lord is still writing this story of mine and I am going to wake up each day and enjoy what He has for me. Will it come with tears? Yes. Will it come with doors that don't open when you want them to and doors that open when you didn't expect them? Yes. God's plans are always greater than our plans, we have only to trust in Him and walk in the path He has set before us. <br /><br /><b><u>So, what happens now?</u></b> Please continue to pray for me. My ministry in Scotland isn't finished yet, as I will be heading back there within this next month to visit, say goodbye, and collect the rest of my things there. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<li>Firstly, for the Lord to provide other believers to step up into any needed roles in ministry in Alness. It's been such a blessing to hear updates about the church in Alness and how the Lord has already grown and blessed them since I left. Please continue to pray for our brothers and sisters there as they continue the Lord's work! </li>
<li>For my final (short term) ministry trip back to Scotland coming up. I don't know dates or the duration of my stay yet, so please be in prayer for those details. I will continue to keep you all updated as I know more information.</li>
<li>For my next steps. After I return from Scotland, I will continue to stay on serving at Shoreline, but will also need to take the time to settle back into life here in California. Please pray for that transition (I've been here for 7 months, but haven't actually been treating this as home: living out of suitcases and travelling a lot, so the transition back to California as home will be a big one). </li>
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<b><span style="color: red;">A note to my financial supporters:</span> I am so grateful for how you've supported the ministry the Lord has called me to over the months and years. All the funds donated through Shepherd's Staff over my time here in the states has been held for my return back to Scotland. So, although my long term stay in Scotland is not happening, these funds will still be used for my short term trip and will continue to be used to help me return and settle back in the states. Shepherd's Staff is aware of this new change of plans and will be working with me to close my account with them after I return. Their policy is to continue collecting funds for up to 90 days after a missionary returns from the field as a transition period. My situation is a little different, so I will continue to keep you all informed as to any changes with my account as it comes up. If you have any questions at all regarding funds donated, or anything else in these regards, please don't hesitate to email me. </b></blockquote>
<br />Again, thank you all...for every prayer, every smile, every email, every encouragement. I hope that as we finish out this season of my life together, you will have been encouraged and grown closer to the Lord through it as much as I have. I am so grateful for each of you. Thank you, again and again. <br /><img src="https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gif" /><div>
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And, quietly, the weak areas begin to be re-built and toughened. They take on a firm substance where once a sliver of paper-thin protection was. Health to a once weakened area is restored and growth becomes inevitable.<br />
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Then, a bold softening occurs in the corners of your life. Where the callouses and scars once were of past encounters when vulnerability was met with incompatibility, you begin to see a change. A smoothing. A softening. A renewing of what was once damaged is now brought back to refreshed glory.<br />
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<br />Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-50245768835898530352015-01-27T07:35:00.000+00:002015-01-30T04:24:12.973+00:00Now, I Stand.The days go past.<br />The sun rises and lowers.<br />The weather changes.<br />And still, I wait.<br /><br />The run gets tiring.<br />The pace quickens.<br />The energy wanes.<br />And so, I sit.<br /><br />The tears flow.<br />The smiles fade.<br />The questions start. <br />And then, I kneel.<br /><br />The hands clasp.<br />The prayers rise.<br />The listening deafens.<br />And here, I stay.<br /><br />The end is without sight.<br />The understanding still unknown.<br />The peace washes over me.<br />And now, I stand. <br /><br /><br />I wrote this poem as I was spending time praying the other day. It's a little raw, a little real, and an overflow of the prayers and struggles I've been daily giving back to the Lord. <br /><br />So, I was meant to be returning to Scotland this past week. The intention was always to go back to Scotland after the missions conference but, with the sponsorship/visa process being delayed, I am still here and have yet to purchase a return plane ticket. <br /><br />I won't lie and say that my attitude has been great regarding all of this. I've run the gamut of emotions from frustration to confusion and questioning whether the Lord really wanted to send me back to Scotland in the first place. After a restful Christmas, and some of the conversations and messages at the mission conference, I can still confidently say that I am still called to Scotland, even if His timing is different from the timing we established. <br /><br />These are few verses that have held me in peace over this season and given me hope: <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Wait on the LORD; Be of good courage, And He shall strengthen your heart; Wait, I say, on the LORD! Psalm 27:14 NKJV</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Therefore, since we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we do not lose heart. 2 Corinthians 4:1 NKJV </span></div>
<br />This verse was the beginning of a message at the missions conference. One thing the speaker said stuck with me: (paraphrased): Serving God is an undeserved privilege, given only by His mercy. You don't choose whether you will go or stay. The One (God) who called you into ministry is the only One who can call you out." In all of this, because of His mercy, we do NOT lose heart. <br /><br />So, in light of all of this, I would covet your prayers: that the process would continue along at the Lord's pace and, in the meantime, He would sustain me in His peace and patience.Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-17902708681625174122015-01-01T07:41:00.000+00:002015-01-30T04:26:34.972+00:00Happy 2014, Hello 2015<br />As many of you already know, the Christmas and wintry season is my favorite time of year. There's something in the scent of cinnamon, cranberry, and pine that brings about nostalgia. Much of that nostalgia turns into an chance for me to look back and see the great milestones, peaks, and valleys that have made up the year in review.<br /><br /> After Christmas, New Years comes and as I think over the year, I am reminded of all the Lord has done in my life and in the lives of those around me. I can look back and praise the Lord for all that He has done. <br /><br /> If you have a moment, this Rend Collective song's lyrics seems like the perfect way to wrap up my year (and hopefully yours as well) in praise to the One who guided and directed us along the way. (Here is a <a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/for_all_that_you_have_done_lyrics_rend_collective_experiment.html">link to the lyrics</a> as well).<div>
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Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-55541681271387378242014-11-27T07:49:00.002+00:002014-11-27T07:49:21.402+00:00A Prayer of Thanks<div class="tr_bq">
I sat here a few nights ago, thinking about what I am thankful for as we come upon another Thanksgiving. I have to admit, this is one of my least favourite holidays...but it's one worth celebrating. Not because it is the last remaining holiday that keeps us from going into full-blown Christmas mode. Also not because of the food, the football, or the shopping afterwards. </div>
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As we gather once again, on a day that we have set aside to give thanks, I want to thank You...</blockquote>
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For the sound of laughter, the chatter around the table, the unnecessary words and the words unspoken, thank You. Without the times of tears, we wouldn’t know how to laugh together. Without the words, we wouldn’t know when to be silent. and without regret, we wouldn’t know when to speak up next time. </blockquote>
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I am home once again, navigating a new familiar, an old unknown. </div>
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Faces I love and longed to see from a distance are now a part of my every day. </div>
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When I return to where I left my heart and my new family, and once again restore new. </div>
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I'm sitting here overlooking the Pacific Ocean, back on the central coast, and excited for this coming {albeit short} season. I arrived back on August 26th and have been enjoying spending time with my family in Orange County and Bakersfield...but now I am here in Morro Bay and looking forward to all that the Lord has for me during my time here! =)</div>
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I plan on flying back to Scotland around <b><i>January 15</i></b> (along with a two year missionary visa!!). My furlough is a bit longer than a regular furlough due to a few reasons. Mainly, obtaining a new visa, renewing my passport (that is about to expire), fundraising, and spending the holidays with my family. </div>
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I will be spending most of my time <b><i>serving at Shoreline Calvary Chapel</i></b> (my sending church), <b><i>fundraising,</i></b> and sharing/<b><i>speaking engagements</i></b> (either sharing about my ministry, what the Lord has been teaching me, or my testimony). In addition to that, i will be focusing on getting everything squared away for my new visa, and getting to spend the holidays with my family before I fly back to Scotland in January. </div>
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I will be mostly staying in <b><i>Morro Bay, CA</i></b> but plan on travelling for various reasons while I'm here. If you're in CA, and especially on the central coast, I would love to see you! </div>
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There are a few ways to help: <b><i>firstly, prayer!</i></b> Please pray that my time here would be fruitful and used by the Lord. Whether you're getting this update and are in another country yourself, or are busy and want to cheer me on from a distance, prayer is the best way to do that! </div>
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Secondly, I would love to get a few <b><i>speaking/sharing nights</i></b> on the calendar (especially for those of you who live outside of the central coast). <u><i>If you are involved in a church that would like to hear a missionary update, in a bible study that might want a guest speaker, or a ministry that could find encouragement in hearing the Lord's story in my life, please let me know!</i></u> I would love to set up a date/time with you/your church! </div>
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Lastly, if you're here on the central coast and would like to <b><i>be involved in a few fundraisers </i></b>on the horizon, please let me know. I've got some fun Christmas-themed fundraiser ideas that will hopefully be in the works soon. =) </div>
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<b><span style="font-size: medium;">When can we see you? </span></b></div>
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I know that right now, 4 months seems like ages and that I will have plenty of time to see everyone before I head back...but then Im going to blink and be like "what happened to the last four months?!" So, I am currently in the planning stages of an <b><i>update time at Shoreline</i></b> and a few<b><i> sharing nights in the next few months</i></b>. I will send out an email when I have those dates and hope to see many of you during those times! </div>
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Again, if you have any more questions about anything please feel free to email me! Thank you so much for continuing to join me on this journey and praying for me. =) </div>
Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-22408069282220068342014-07-08T13:38:00.004+01:002014-07-08T13:40:56.880+01:00Wind & WavesA few weeks ago, a section of verses kept coming up through various avenues: reference verses at church, in personal devotions, in conversations with friends. After about round 4 of this, I decided the coincidence wasn't to be taken lightly and I would memorise them.<br />
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I am terrible at memorising anything that isn't a song--not because I can't, but because of the disciplined action I am required to do. I can memorise a song without a second though, no problem, but straight line memorisation has always been a bit of a struggle for me. </div>
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So, I wrote the verses down, and started repeating them back to myself...one at a time. Finally, I got to this verse:</div>
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I stopped memorising. I couldn't continue because I felt like I didn't quite understand it. Why would the Lord choose to command and raise the wind which, in turn, lifted up the waves of the sea? I asked God why He didn't just command the waves to be lifted; why didn't He just leave the wind out of it?<br />
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I was reminded that His ways are higher and greater than mine and that He chose to use the wind to affect the waves. He could have done it differently, but He didn't.<br />
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<b>A man's heart plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps.</b></div>
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I finished that day having memorised one small verse, but having been filled with His peace. I walked away knowing that He was in charge of both the wind and the waves and if He would choose to affect the waves by the wind, who am I to argue?<br />
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Then, he caused some wind to rise, the waves were lifted...and, as a sheep gone astray, I forgot all that He taught me.</div>
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I had been growing increasingly exciting about a specific ministry opportunity and, seemingly out of nowhere, plans fell through and I was no longer needed to serve there. The wind came up and completely tossed me about like a wave at sea. It wasn't me that changed. It wasn't my plans that were moved, it was something else that happened, but inadvertently affected me...and I didn't like it.<br />
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I thought one way, God thought differently. I thought I knew what was best, God knew better. And not two days after memorising and meditating on Psalm 107:25, I was experiencing it first hand.<br />
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It took me a bit of time to be reminded of that peace I had when I first understood this scripture. It took repentance from my frustration and hurt. It took relinquishing my own plans. It took His merciful and gentle voice to calm me and give me a refreshed trust in His direction.<br />
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In the end, with the reminder of His Word, I was able to dwell on the times I have been affected like the waves...and the times the Lord has used me as the wind. I felt a peace knowing that regardless of His plans, it was for a greater purpose and I am blessed to be used for and by Him in whatever capacity He chose.<br />
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And it has renewed my joy in meditating on scripture and raised my trust in His "cause and affect"actions in my life. </div>
Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-32448961737056303712014-06-10T22:28:00.002+01:002014-06-10T22:28:23.259+01:00So Shine.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Light.<br />
It's revealing.<br />
Shining.<br />
Dispels darkness.<br />
Brightens dullness.<br />
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We don't turn a light on to stare at the light.<br />
We need it to see the objects and subjects around us.<br />
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We don't turn a light on to close our eyes.<br />
We need it to brighten the shady parts and reveal truth.<br />
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And we don't shine Light into the world so that people can look at us in awe.<br />
We shine Light so they can glorify our Father in heaven.<br />
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We are called to be His light.<br />
To reveal the darkness in the world around us.<br />
To shine bright into the dull shadows.<br />
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In case anyone didn't know...I am a character of structure and pattern. I enjoy having a schedule, knowing what my day is going to look like, and planning out my weeks.<br />
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What I have found, however, is that over the time I have been here in Alness, I have joyfully developed a pattern of being unstructured--something that is very stretching (and healthy!) for me.<br />
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I struggled with it at first. Not having a schedule, to me, meant "free time" and too often in the first month I was here, that translated into time wasted.<br />
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But I quickly discovered the beauty of this available time. I wasn't given the blessing of "free" time to do whatever I wanted, I was given it to be able to hear the Lord stronger, and hear myself less.<br />
I was given it to be able to spend more time with Him, and less time with an appointment book<br />
I was given it to be available for His plan, and not try to consume my day with my own plan.<br />
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Like I said, it was stretching. It went against so much of who I am. But, I am so thankful that He found me worthy to be grown in this way! I have been able to be more available for ministries that come up naturally and suddenly, have been able to experience more "organic" relationships and ministry.<br />
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<b>Most importantly, I have recognised that the only pattern that is of the utmost importance is nurturing my relationship with the Lord by studying His word and spending time with Him daily. </b><br />
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Do you find yourself consumed with a pattern or schedule? Is it putting your relationship with Christ, and your availability to be used by Him, second to making sure "everything is in order"? If you're like me and can relate to this, what verses do you use as a reminder to place Christ first?Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-42496251513307710392014-05-29T22:27:00.002+01:002014-05-29T22:40:23.894+01:00New Mercies<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I wrote this poem from an overflowed prayer. I was trying to put words to why I felt ill-equipped to be a missionary. Why I felt ill-equipped to be praying for revival here in Scotland, knowing that the impression to pray for it is so strongly felt in my heart that I can't expect to pray and not be moved to action by it. I confess that I've struggled to get on my knees to pray for the Spirit to move as He has in bygone years because I am scared of what He may call me to do. How selfish can I be?<br /><br />This poem is an attempt to come to terms with the fact that it has nothing to do with how I feel, or what I am comfortable with. My flesh with always battle with the Spirit and my thoughts will always battle with my prayers. What matters is Jesus. What He has done for us, what He is doing in us, what He chooses to do through us. Our imperfection is at its greatest when we think that we cannot be used by the One who not only created us, but made us in His image. Our lives are the most useless when we convince ourselves of this lie. </span></div>
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I don't have a conclusion...I'm not even sure this poem is finished yet. But I do know that I will always feel ill-equipped yet, in His infinite wisdom, He still chooses to use me. He still chooses to rejoice over me with singing, call me His beloved, send me out to share His Gospel, be His child...I am so unworthy to be loved by a God so amazing! </div>
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<span class="s1">You call me to serve and honor you</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Because You are my first love; You rejoice over me and call me</span></div>
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I've been reading The Pursuit of God the past few days. It's a book I started years ago...and one I never finished. As I read it last night, I kept coming back to this quote (among other ones). So often I see God as just words on a page and not as the Person He truly is. My prayer last night was for Him to open my mind, will, and emotions to His voice, that I would better know Him and hear Him communicating with me. </div>
Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-24900524906542692782014-05-19T14:40:00.000+01:002014-05-19T14:40:37.176+01:00Scatter.Two things struck me yesterday that ended up becoming a small theme of reflection.<br />
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First, I got to share the parable of the <a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Luk&c=8&t=NKJV#s=981004" target="_blank">Sower and the Seeds</a> with two young boys at Sunday School. It was a story that came up last minute simply because we don't generally have children that come to our small church and, when they do sporadically come, I have a few things up my sleeve I know I can share with them. This parable was easy-peasy, understandable and relatable...and something I wouldn't have to spend a lot of time "studying for." Perfect.<br />
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But, of course, God's word is powerful and living (<a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/search/search.cfm?Criteria=living+and+powerful&t=NKJV#s=s_primary_0_1" target="_blank">Hebrews 4:12</a>) and the minute I started sharing it with the kids (from memory), He started showing me what was in it for my personal application.<br />
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Sow seeds. That was the only thing that this sower was responsible for. He wasn't responsible for where the seeds were sown, how the seeds grew, what kind of fruit that seed bears. He just simply went out to sow seeds...knowing that what happened after he did his job would be the work of nature.<br />
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I am to sow God's word. This is my calling as put forth by the <a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Mat&c=28&v=19&t=NKJV#s=957019" target="_blank">Great Commission</a> in Matthew 28. "Go...make disciples..."This is my responsibility. I am not responsible for picking and choosing where I sow God's word, or how it affects the people to whom I share it with. I am simply called to sow. To scatter His seed. This doesn't mean I pick and choose. Who am I to look at one person and think "oh, they're probably like the thorny ground" or "the birds of the air are going to eat these seeds, better not..."<br />
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Years ago, I helped a friend of mine plant her garden. We took handfuls of seeds and planted them and I recall her saying something along the lines of "plant as many seeds as you can. Some of them wont grow, but the more you plant, the more chance you have of getting a fruitful garden." Scatter those seeds! It is my pleasure to sow as many seeds as possibly, knowing that His job is to cultivate the good soil to receive it. His job is to grow the seed into bountiful fruit. His job is to feed and water it.<br />
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Secondly, in the evening service I attended, we were studying <a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Jos&c=8&t=NKJV" target="_blank">Joshua 8</a>. Among other points in the sermon, a challenge was put forth over the question of "who?" Who is called to do the work of the Lord?<br />
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In this chapter, the whole army was called forth to go to battle against Ai. It wasn't just a small group of people (they tried that...it didn't work). It was everyone. They were to act as a full army, not as just one small company.<br />
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Who? all of us. Doing the Lord's work isn't just for ministers, pastors, church workers, bible study leaders, missionaries, etc. The Lord's work is for the body of Christ...of which, if you are a professed believer in Jesus Christ, born again through the acceptance of His death on the cross and resurrection three days later, you are a part of that body.<br />
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Be a part of the body, beloved brothers and sisters.<br />
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<br /><br /><br /><br />What a great reminder! We are to be as the moon: reflecting the Son of God, Jesus Christ (through the Holy Spirit) and shine light into the darkness. <br /><br />But what about the times we don't "function properly"? <br /><br />Tonight, my pastor spoke about it from the point of eclipses. Defined from google, an eclipse is: an obscuring of the light from one celestial body by the passage of another between it and the observer or between it and its source of illumination.<br /><br />A Lunar Eclipse happens when the sun, earth, and moon align, with the earth in the middle. <br /><br />A Solar Eclipse is when they align, but the moon is in the middle. Both affect the reflection and illumination of light.<br /><br />If we were to think about what that means in relation to our lives, we have two different types of eclipses: when we obscure others from the Light of Christ (solar eclipse)...and when others obscure us from His Light (lunar eclipse). <br /><br />My encouragement to you is this: reflect the Son every day, letting your light "so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in Heaven." (Matthew 5:16)<br />
<br />If you stand in the way of others seeing Christ, the focus is on you and not on Him. <br /><br />If you let the world, and the stresses and distractions of it get in the way of your relationship with Christ, then your priorities are still not in order. <br /><br />If you see that you're eclipsing, get realigned with the Lord in a way that He is fully reflected in your life. <br />Get into His Word. <br />Confess your sin. <br />Pray. <br />Seek fellowship. <br />Keep your eyes focused on Him. <br /><br />
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Lord teach me to walk with the bold confidence which only comes from trusting you completely, that I may not stumble or falter in the path you have laid before me.</div>
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Grow me as a plant that has roots running deep and near streams of living water that my blossoms of life may be fragrant and my branches may be fruitful.</div>
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Challenge me to daily discipline and training, that I may step ever closer to the goal and finish line you have set before me.</div>
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Let me find you every day in a new way, that I may always be joyful in the new discoveries of who You are.</div>
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Drive into my remembrance the testimonies of saints around me, that I would be able to rejoice not only in Your growth in my life, but in the way you have brought others into True Life as well. </div>
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You are my Teacher, my Trainer, my Revealer, my Strengthener, my Light, my Lord. </div>
Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-21140310638453769752014-04-30T22:27:00.001+01:002014-04-30T22:27:09.792+01:00A Melody in My HeartIf you've spent any time with me, looking at my Facebook, or talked to me at all recently, you will have heard about a recent trip I took to a Scottish island called Lewis...where, among other things, I was introduced to Psalm Singing. The church I enjoyed fellowship and communion with use metrical versions of the psalms to sing them in their services. For all my friends back home who are looking askance at your computer screen right now...it's worshiping the Lord alone, with His Word alone, using the God-given instrument of our voices alone. It was such a blessing to sing God's word with other believers and revelatory to think about how easy it is to hide God's word in your heart through song.<br />
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Coming home, I continued to dwell on the idea of singing Psalms and the beauty and importance of that. As the Spirit would have it, in a recent bible study at Calvary Church, we were going through a short series on what worship is (that's an entirely different blog for an entirely different day). However, that evening, we were discussing worship specifically through song (side note, did you know that the Hebrew word for 'singer' and 'singers' is mentioned 37 times...and only once translated in the singular form? Chew on that for a bit...)<br />
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What really stood out to me was when we talked about the word "psalm" and it's meaning. Did you know it translates into the english simply as "melody"? <a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/lang/lexicon/lexicon.cfm?strongs=H2167&t=KJV" target="_blank">Blue Letter Bible</a> tells me that it's root word comes from the verb "zamar" which means "to sing" or "make music" (Insert the caustic "duh!" moment here).<br />
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Well, you might have known or guessed that, but this particular evening it was like a light switched on for me. It really got me thinking about how there are times in my life that I am led to pour out my heart to the Lord but, like David and the other psalmists (poets? song writers?), sometimes just journaling facts doesn't rightly express what my heart is wanting to say. Sometimes (especially for those artsy dreamers out there like me), a poem or a song is calling to burst forth.<br />
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These are the psalms of our hearts.<br />
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These are the words that the Lord has given us to praise Him in a very personal way. These are the melodies that Ephesians speaks of when Paul exhorts us to "be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord, giving thanks always for all things to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, - Ephesians 5:18b-20 NKJV<br />
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The Psalms in the bible are songs that overflowed from these men, led by the Spirit, and ordained to be kept and canonised that we might be able to glean from them thousands of years later.<br />
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I know that His Word was given to us that we might learn from it, grow from it, be complete in it as 2 Timothy 3:16-17 tells us: "All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work."<br />
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His Word is also meant to be hidden in our hearts as Psalm 119:11 says: "Your word I have hidden in my heart, That I might not sin against You."<br />
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I know that singing the Psalms of the bible will be beneficial for recalling His promises and exhortations for me. It will draw me closer to Him in a binding and beautiful way. Reading His word daily will do the same.<br />
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These things will also be adding to the well springing up inside of me that, as a believer, I cannot keep from overflowing. His word will dwell in me and I pray that He would use that well to overflow into psalms of my heart.<br />
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A melody for my Lord.Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-30999865096361575872014-04-28T14:29:00.003+01:002014-04-28T14:29:35.698+01:00Peter and John<div class="p1">
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John was the fast one. In my limited study of him, I see him as quick to ask questions, quick to understand meaning, witty with his words (in my opinion), and as the verse above states...he arrived at the tomb first. We can learn a lot from John. We can learn that listening and being astute is a favourable thing. We can see that the Lord used him in these ways. We can recognize that these gifts he was blessed with was utilised by the Lord. </div>
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But then, there's Peter. He was the bold/daring one. He got out of the boat, swore his allegiance without a backward glance, preached at Pentecost, and as we read above, he went into the tomb first. We can learn a lot from him, too. We can learn that sometimes it takes a really big trip up to bring us closer to God. We can learn that when we step out in faith, the Lord will be there as we call out to Him. We can see that sometimes the bold one has more bruises, but also has more passion and experience. </div>
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If you’re anything like me, you look at John and find comfort in how he pays attention. How he chooses to ask questions...and think before he acts. How he sticks close to Jesus, close to the comfort zone, and exercises his faith with his words. </div>
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When He spoke so clear into your heart, mending the broken pieces and giving you that promise of a long-gone year? Yet you questioned and asked again. </div>
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When He answered you a second…third…fourth time? Affirming His call. Responding to your doubt. Healing the wounds and restoring your hope. </div>
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The day He called you to rise up for the first time? The day He gently guided you to take that first step towards a journey that would alter your life forever and spoil you for mundane reality. </div>
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That bold and terrible walk along the precipice of fear? One step among another, shaky yet determined. A heart that trusts with a mind that questions can often lead to a body doing what it doesn’t want to do, and yet is unable to turn back. </div>
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The bridge that meant so much more than a fear of the tangible? The bridge that called to be crossed. The chasm between faithlessness and bold trust. And the family of Christ-followers who were there, smiling, cheering, and encouraging you. The ones who are still here, by your side. Lifting up, exhorting, praying, and coming alongside you. </div>
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When He called you to come away? When He called you His beloved? With the promise of His presence, you stepped from the recognisable into His arms. You made it. </div>
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And then you left. Forgot. Went home and thanked Him and told everyone about His love for you and for everyone around you. But you turned back to the mundane. Something was off. </div>
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Knowing that there was something else? Not quite able to lay to rest the longing and wonder, but comfortable in your life that you weren’t ready to start seeking and searching for it. </div>
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You held your breath and plunged forward? You explained away discontent with fodder like “His will” and “Living for today”. But you knew, didn’t you? Somewhere deep down, you knew that He was raising you up…and out…and you ignored it until He wrapped you in His arms again, lifted you away from the greyscale life, and spoke those words. </div>
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<b>Do you remember…</b></div>
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When He once again brought you from winter to spring? When He called to you from the clefts of the rock.</div>
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When He finally said “GO!” and it didn’t mean what it did before? It meant LEAVE. It meant remove. It meant take a step in the direction that He was pointing and don’t look back. Only take a deep breathe and trust. </div>
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The windy country road that was your first experience living in the new? The beauty of the landscape, but the tumult that was inside you. The excitement, wonder, pain, and confusion. The change and the consistent. The confidence and the hesitancy. </div>
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The bridge that brought the fear back? The one that took your breath away…and your ability to move. The shaky legs and shortness of breath. The one that once again called to be crossed. To journey with Him again from the unknown into His will. </div>
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You are new and whole. You are revived and refreshed. You are loved and beloved. You are made in His image and He has renewed your soul. </div>
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The good and the bad. Set it in your heart and your mind. Because if you don’t remember, I won’t remember. If you don’t recall, I won’t recall. For you are me; and we are being made perfect in His image. </div>
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<b>My beloved spoke, and said to me: </b></div>
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Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-12146735662994407352013-12-02T22:49:00.000+00:002013-12-02T22:49:01.501+00:00Christmas Lights<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span id="docs-internal-guid-09516c46-b57e-4217-d096-610c19cc54ce"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Let us live glorifying lives. Let us live bright lives, set apart from the world and with every intention of having people see Christ in us. </span></span>Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-81859023051729415792013-08-06T10:50:00.001+01:002013-08-06T10:50:12.231+01:00Short-Term MissionsWhat do you think of the classic "short-term missions trip"? You know the ones: get a team together and do a VBS for a week...or build a house...or do outreach concerts. It's generally 2-weeks of chaos, excitement, and morning devotions.<br />
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I heard it said once that a short term trip should focus on the encouragement of the long-term missionaries and church staff. It should be a way to build up the believers that will still be there after the team leaves. Short-term trips should leave the body of believers feeling encouraged and built-up, not run-down, exhausted, and left with loads of mess to clean up after they say goodbye to you.<br />
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I read this article and wanted to share it. As I don't want it to be a public tar-and-feathering of Short Term Missions (because that's not its intention), I thought I would post it here and see what you all thought?<br />
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<a href="http://thegospelcoalition.org/blogs/tgc/2012/06/18/why-you-should-consider-cancelling-your-short-term-mission-trips/" target="_blank">Why You Should Consider Cancelling Your Short Term Mission Trips</a> (this is just one article in a series you can find through clicking on the link)<br />
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Don't worry, the title is meant to have shock value. To give you my summary on the article: the author shares why our idea of short-term trip is doing more harm than good. There is a place for short-term missions in the church, but it might not be what we think it is. Helping better someones life, bring about long-term relief, and a higher standard of living takes a lot longer than two weeks, a bag of new clothes, and free child-care.<br />
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The quote that stood out to me was:<br />
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I have seen short-term ministry done very well...and very poorly. And that's just in the book of Acts! (Compare the simplicity of Acts 11:19-26 to the vastly different Acts 14:8-18). I'd like to know your thoughts, too. Remember, this is a discussion, there are no wrong answers when said out of love. =) Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-10698432842999913222013-08-02T16:29:00.002+01:002013-08-08T21:43:27.688+01:00June/July Newsletter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-67463559707703223882013-07-29T10:46:00.001+01:002013-07-29T10:46:12.112+01:00The Prodigal & The Lost Sheep<div style="text-align: center;">
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Then He said: "A certain man had two sons. "And the younger of them said to his father, 'Father, give me the portion of goods that falls to me.' So he divided to them his livelihood. <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"And not many days after, the younger son gathered all together, journeyed to a far country, and there wasted his possessions with prodigal living.</span></b> "But when he had spent all, there arose a severe famine in that land, <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and he began to be in want</span></b>. "Then he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country, and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. "And he would gladly have filled his stomach with the pods that the swine ate, and no one gave him anything. "But when he came to himself, he said, 'How many of my father's hired servants have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>'I will arise and go to my father, and will say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you,</b></span> "and I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me like one of your hired servants." ' "And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">his father saw him and had compassion,</span></b> and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him. "And the son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight, and am no longer worthy to be called your son.' "But the father said to his servants, 'Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet. 'And bring the fatted calf here and kill it, and let us eat and be merry; <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'for this my son was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.'</span></b> And they began to be merry. - Luke 15:11-24 NKJV</blockquote>
This story in Luke's Gospel tells of a man who had two sons...one son decided he wanted to take all that was due to him (his inheritance) and leave. The father concedes and the son goes into the world and wastes away all his possessions. Everything that was given to him was quickly lessened to the clothes on his back and a likely emptiness in the pit of his stomach...and in his heart. He had nothing, he was far from anyone who loved him, and he had to feed pigs and eat what was left from the pigs slop to survive. But, His father never went after him. He had to find his own way back home.<br />
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And when he finally repents, turns home, and seeks out his father and his forgiveness, <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>everyone stopped what they were doing and celebrated. </i></span><br />
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"What man of you, <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them</span></b>, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">go after the one which is lost until he finds it? </span></b>"And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. "And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, <b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">'Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!' </span></b>"I say to you that likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no repentance. - Luke 15:4-7 NKJV</blockquote>
Here, a shepherd is counting his sheep one day and discovers that one of his sheep is missing. He leaves behind the 99, knowing that they are still together as a flock, and begins his frantic search for his one missing sheep. The shepherd found the sheep, put it on his shoulders, and carried it back to his flock.<br />
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And when the sheep was found and the shepherd brought it back to it's flock, <i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">everyone stopped what they were doing and celebrated. </span></i><br />
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Both the father and the shepherd found reasons to celebrate: their loved lamb and son were home again.<br />
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<b>The prodigal</b>, choosing for himself the life that he thought he wanted, had to make the choice to come home on his own.<br />
<b>The </b><b>sheep</b>, being lost, hadn't realized what it had done and strayed from the flock.<br />
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<b>The prodigal</b> knew the difference between the right and wrong decision.<br />
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<b>The prodigal</b> knew that the inheritance would come, that his father would one day give it to him (as was the custom of the time), but he still asked for it.<br />
<b>The </b><b>sheep</b> didn't understand the consequences of his actions (death, despair, pain) or the comfort that he left behind.<br />
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<b>The prodigal</b> turned his back on the love, comfort, and hard work that came with being a part of a family and having that rich inheritance.<br />
<b>The </b><b>sheep</b> turned away, likely because he thought that where he was going was the proper path to take, or because he didn't know any better.<br />
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<b>The prodigal's</b> father didn't chase after him, but let him choose for himself whether he wanted to repent and come home, or stay away in a world that only took from him and left him feeling empty.<br />
<b>The sheep's</b> shepherd stopped everything the moment he was found missing and pursued after him as quickly as possible because his sheep had gone away into a place that would hurt him if he weren't protected by his shepherd and with his flock.<br />
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<b>The sheep</b> got lost but didn't know his way home...and had to be found. His shepherd searched for him with open arms, not to discipline him but to bring him back into his flock. </div>
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You see, in both stories, when the lost loved one returns home, the celebration is similar. There is a rejoicing knowing that a loved one is restored back to it's rightful place: in the family and in the flock. But the difference is in the circumstances leading up to the celebration. The difference is whether or not that returning loved one chose to turn it's back or simply strayed.</div>
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Yet, whether the Lord has brought a prodigal or a lost sheep to your mind, keep praying knowing that no matter which it is, the celebration will be the same and the rejoicing will be glorious when they are returned to their proper position in the body of Christ. The love of the Lord doesn't waver and the grace and mercy He gives to each and every one of us will last a lifetime of prodigal or lost sheep moments. </div>
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Through the LORD's mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I hope in Him!" - Lamentations 3:22-24 NKJV</div>
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Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-21768881543125418942013-07-10T14:33:00.000+01:002013-07-10T14:33:08.209+01:00He Heard His Voice (thoughts on 1 Samuel 3)<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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When Samuel was a young boy, ministering at the house of God, the country of Israel was seemingly going through a period of time where God's voice was rare. Eli's sons (priests at the time) were corrupt, didn't know the Lord, and didn't care to follow the customs or priestly expectations (1 Samuel 2:12-17). Eli himself didn't seem to have a grasp on his children, and the two verses above give a pretty stark realization of what was happening.<br />
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Yet, the one thing that continues to go through my mind as I read this chapter was that, despite Samuel not knowing the Lord, despite the lack of widespread revelation, despite the role models Samuel had in the temple...He heard God's voice.<br />
He heard God call his name.<br />
He heard his voice calling him in the midst of the darkness surrounding him.<br />
And Samuel didn't know it was God's voice.<br />
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Three times, Samuel heard God call him and didn't know it was Him. It wasn't until the third time that Eli finally realized Who was speaking to Samuel and gave him direction.<br />
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I could walk away from this saddened by the fact that a priest and a priestly intern (for lack of a better word) didn't know it was God who called him.<br />
I could walk away from this in awe that, of all the people God chose to speak to that day, it was a boy and not the priest. <br />I could even make an apologetic argument regarding how God speaks to each of us and not just to priests, pastors, and teachers. His voice is for all to hear.<br />
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But you know what I keep going back to?<br />
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Simply that, even without Samuel knowing the LORD yet or there being widespread revelation in that time, Samuel heard God's voice.<br />
He heard! And I am so encouraged. <br />Encouraged that even in a country where a person does all the right things, says all the right things, and reads all the right things--but still doesn't have a personal relationship with the LORD--that person can still hear Him speak.<br />
Encouraged that God doesn't "need" people to speak truth into someones life, He can do that on His own (but He does choose to use us).<br />
Encouraged that God can use flawed people like Eli (and me) to finally tell someone "hey, that wasn't a coincidence, that was the Lord telling you that."<br />
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So, today, I walk away praying for the Samuel's around me. Praying that God would speak to them. Praying that the Eli's in their life would finally realize and share with them what it is they are hearing. Praying that God would use me and that God would use these "Samuels" to speak truth to this nation.Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231049676828080132.post-71398231199441519422013-07-09T09:45:00.000+01:002013-07-24T09:46:17.282+01:00Scotland Update 6I'm writing this in the midst of a "UK Heat Wave"...or, a beautiful winter day in California (it's 75F here right now).<br /><br />We are currently enjoying some beautiful weather and I have been soaking up every minute of being outdoors and in the sunshine.<br /><br />Rest assured, though, If you've emailed me in the past week or two and I haven't responded yet...it's not because I've been playing hooky in the sunshine. It is, however, because this past few weeks have been a blur of craziness and unexpected twists. <br /><br />Visitors<br /><omitted for="" privacy=""> Please continue to pray for the adjustments/changes we are experiencing here. Pray for those who are now back in the states obtaining the proper visas and for their prompt return. <br /><br />Discipleship<br />Also, I have started two separate discipleship relationships over the past two months. I will be sharing more with you about this in my newsletter I am currently writing. In the meantime, be praying for both of these relationships to go further, and for the prospect of new ones to come.<br /><br />Social Media<br />As part of my day-to-day tasks, I have begun learning the social media for the church. This includes live-streaming the messages (you can watch <a href="http://www.calvarymotherwell.org/live-services/">here</a>), helping with the video and audio during services, updating <a href="https://www.facebook.com/calvaryscotland">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://twitter.com/calvaryscotland">Twitter</a>...I've never considered myself a "techie" but, let me tell you, I am getting a crash course in these things! I am praising the Lord that I can fill these gaps, and praying He guides my steps and fingers as I learn more and more about these things! <br /><br />Hazel<br />Hazel was one of the first people that quickly became a friend when I first moved here. When I found the flat that I now live in, I was told that she lived just a few blocks away from me and we quickly met and started walking home from church together. This let to me being invited to her house...first to pick flowers for my living room, then eventually to stay for tea (my first true "tea" experience here in Scotland). Every time I leave Hazel's presence, I feel refreshed in the Lord. She has loved the Lord for most of her life (i think she's in her 60's) and always has a way of bringing the conversation back to Him. <br /><br />A few weeks ago, Hazel's back (which has given her trouble for 20+ years), went out and she herniated a lower disc. She is home-bound for at least 4 more weeks and, as you can guess, she is hungry for fellowship and teachings. I bring her the recorded teachings each week and am able to sit and talk with her as well, but please keep her in your prayers: that she would physically heal as she finds spiritual comfort in the Lord. <br /><br />Thank you so much for your continued support and prayer for the Lord's ministry here in Scotland. Without your enthusiasm, encouragement, support, and prayers, none of this could happen. I am forever grateful and thankful for you all!</omitted>Erika Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09001536659479203382noreply@blogger.com0