Send Me.

Lord capture my soul with your desire for my life.

Wrap me up with a passion that drives me into a furry to quickly chase after it.

Give me the strength to be everything you're calling me to be down here.

And send me.

Send me where you want me, where you've designed me to play my part in the grand plan.

It's not always around the world.  Sometimes it's just outside your front door. 

Wherever it is.... That's where I want to be.

I am

For I am a traveling soul
who thrives under pressure
and drowns in the loll.

For I am a sensitive heart
who cares for the weak
and those worlds apart.

For I am a helping hand
who knows what is right
and will take a stand.

For I am a creative mind
who basks in the beauty
and brings in to the blind.

For I am a hopeless wreck
who finds hope in God
and He keeps all in check.

When there's no WRONG decision...

I'm at the T of the next stage of life.

I have to choose which direction to head, and there aren't any of those Emergency Turnarounds in the median, unfortunately.

But there's also not a WRONG Choice or a BAD Choice.

There is just simply a choice.

And when it's just a choice, with no obviously direction, where do you turn?

I have learned over the years, that not making a decision is a decision.  It often leads you stranded, frozen in place.  Or it might turn out that when you fail to make a choice, someone else makes a selection for you.  Either way, you haven't avoided the situation.  You've just lost control over it.

So I will be making this decision, whether I like it or not, because there is only one other that has my best interests in mind, and He's my torch that leads me.

Thank you Jesus for loving and directing when I come to these places.

Around me I have all kinds of people who truly want me to be happy, but they don't know my heart like You do, Daddy God.

"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush" they say, so I should make this decision.

Or "chase your dreams or you'll regret it forever" others say.

Both are good advice, but what do You say, Daddy God?

Do I choose...

the safest option?

the most profitable option?

the immediate option?

the promised option?

the dream option?

the comfortable option?

the challenging option?

the close option?

the new start option?

Daddy God, show me the choice you want me to make.  Show me where you want my hands, my feet and my heart to go.  Lead me down the path you've made for me.  Help me not to get caught up with the things that aren't leading me towards you.  Daddy God, help me make the wise decision.

The Game Changer Question

If you know me, you know I LOVE Andy Stanley, the pastor of North Point Church.  His unique style of preaching allows him to connect and direct Christians and Non-Christians alike because even if you don't believe in Jesus, the bible is full of good advice.

But his current series Ask It (Click to check it out!) is a game changer.  It will rock your life if you let it.

Ephesians 5: 15-17 

Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil.  Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.


So what's the question we should probably all be asking, Christian or Non-Christian?

In light of MY Past Experiences, MY Current Situation and MY Future Hopes & Dreams, what is the WISE thing to do?

If you look at decisions through this lens, things change.

And here's the breakdown:

MY:


We are all different.  What's wise for me may not be wise for someone else and vice versa.  It's a personal thing.  We must look at ourselves in the following three situations to know what we should do.

For Example:  Sally has been running everyday; I have not.  Is it wise for me to sign up for a marathon next week? Probably not.  Is it wise for Sally? Maybe.  That's for Sally to decide.

Past Experiences:

History is the best predictor of our future.  As creatures of habit, we tend to repeat history.  

For example:  I know every time I've opened a box of girl scout cookies in the past, I've eaten the whole box in a day and then felt crappy about it.  Is it a wise idea to buy 10 boxes of girl scout cookies when I'm trying to get control of my weight based on how I have scarfed them down in the past?

Current Situation:

We are all in different situations.  We must consider where we are, this day, in order to make wise decisions.

For Example:  I am currently in debt up to my eyeballs, but my family wants to take a trip to Costa Rica this summer.  Two years ago I didn't have any debt and went to Mexico with them, but now my situation is different and we are trying to crawl out of debt.  Is it wise for me to be going right now?

Future Hopes and Dreams:

The decisions we make today will change things in the future.  Don't give up the things you might want in the future for immediate gratification.

For Example:  I want to give my first kiss to my future husband, but this guy I just met says that's a deal breaker.  Do I kiss him and give that up so that he will stay with me or would it be wise to walk away?

Wise thing to do:

Wise is not the same thing as right, not  a sin, popular or most lucrative.  That wise voice is the one in your head that you reason with.  You might try to make excuses for going against it or justify doing something different, but deep down, it's that gut feeling that directs you if you let it.

This question is a game changer.

Are you willing to start asking it?

Andy Stanley is challenging people to just ask the question.  You don't have to change your actions but consider this question before you make decisions.  What it reveals about the heart is empowering.

MARCH

March is Hard.

It's the month when I realized what death was.
One of my good friends' older brother died in a car accident on his way into youth group a decade ago.

I remember crying my eyes out even though he wasn't really my friend.
I could see how it affected my sister.
And in my mind, I'd imagined how hurt my friend was and how horrible my Sunday-School teacher and her husband had to be doing.

Being just a young kid, I didn't know him that well, but I remember Kevin.
I remember him giving us a 4-H demonstration about how to make your own ammunition during tour.
I remember his voice, his laugh and his smile.
I remember him melting the crayons as we waited for our food after a day at the stock show.

And I remember what his face looked like when we went to the church for the visitation.
It was green and caked with make-up, but it was him.  He was really gone.


I remember everything about his funeral.
I remember what his friends got up and talked about.
I remember where I sat.
I remember eating as a community afterwards.

I remember thinking this is the worst thing ever and hoping it would never happen again.

But it did and it will keep happening because death is part of life.

Fast forward to 2009, a couple months before graduation.

March 1
 I had a huge paper due the next day so I couldn't go watch my girls with my best friend while their parents were out bowling. But she sent me a text message that I remember to this day. "Where are the scissors?"  Simple question.... yes.  But the story behind it makes me smile.  She was giving the kids popsicles and then couldn't get them open.  She didn't want to ask their parents because the girls maybe shouldn't have frozen sugar right before bed.

I called and gave her crap for trying to bribe her way into the favorite babysitter spot and told her where they were.

We chatted for a few minutes, said I love you, and hung up.

That was the last time I talked to my best friend.

March 5
It was Thursday. I was on the bus, heading south for regional basketball when I got a message saying they were flying Kelly flight for life because she couldn't breathe.  I had just talked to her a few days ago.  This couldn't be happening.  Having nobody else on the bus that really knew her, I went to the assistant basketball coach crying.  He prayed with me.

For the next week, I would text her brother or mom for updates on how she was doing several times a day. She was in the ICU but she'd made it past the window where they thought she might not make it.  She was young and athletic.  Pneumonia didn't have anything on her.  I didn't see it as scary anymore because I thought she was just in the ICU so she could heal faster.  She was going to be okay.

March 12
My basketball team had qualified for state so again we were travelling down south, this time to CSU Pueblo.  We played our game and then went to our hotel.  I was still kind of an "outsider" because I had transferred into this school so I got my own area with my own TV.  Coach told us to turn off the cell phones and focus on basketball so I did.  I couldn't sleep so I laid there watching one of the longest ever college basketball games, Syracuse vs. the  Huskies.  It went into 6 overtimes but I still couldn't sleep.  Something was wrong.

Then I got a knock at the door.  It was my coach and his wife.

Don't say it. DO. NOT. SAY. IT.
"Liza, your mom called.  I'm so sorry.... Kelly passed away."

I collapsed.  I had known what he was going to say before the words came from his mouth.

I just started wailing uncontrollably.

No.  The Doctors had said she had made it though.  She was going to be okay.

My best friend couldn't be gone.  It was impossible.

I called my sister in Kansas where it turns out she had been responsible for telling Kelly's big brother that his baby sister was gone.

We bawled.

My mom offered to come and get me but I couldn't go.

Here I was lonely because nobody knew her like me.
There I would have had to face the truth that she was gone.

So I stayed.  I was pretty worthless but I stayed.

And you know what I remember from the rest of State Basketball?

I remember getting calls from her ex boyfriends, the string of guys in my phone named (Insert Name) Kelly's.   These guys were ones that at some point in their relationship, I had probably threatened to beat up if they ever hurt her.  They were calling me for answers about a situation that I will never understand.

I remember going into the game and getting matched up man to man defence with a girl who wore the same number as my best friend.  I almost started bawling again.

I know we won something (because my sister took a picture of it) but I couldn't tell you what place.  I didn't even care.

What I cared about was looking up and seeing my sisters.  I wanted to hug them and cry with them.  And I did the whole way back to my parent's house.

When I got into town, I went to where the family was gathering, the family that had adopted me years ago.  I couldn't hardly stand looking around and seeing all those people who reminded me so much of her and not being able to find my favorite.  But we hugged and we cried.

From there it gets really foggy. 

I don't remember doing much.

When I was awake, I was crying.  When I closed my eyes I had nightmares that left me with tear stained pillows and waking up to find out they were true.
 I went into her room and tried to soak up her smell and cuddled with her pillows imagining they were her.

The week of March 16th was my spring break, but I wouldn't have been able to go back even if it wasn't.  Her funeral was set for Thursday, March 19th.  Her Birthday was the next monday.

I had been invited to sit with her class, the people I'd gone to school with for 10 years before transferring, at the funeral.  Jess and I led the class in to our seats. Somehow we made it through her funeral, a gym packed full of people whose lives she'd touched with a smile, a hug, a friendship or just a dorky comment.

Then we made it through her 18th birthday

Then through the next couple years in zombie mode.

I was pissed off at God.
I couldn't stand being around people who had friends.
I refused to make friends because I thought they might die.
I was diagnosed with PTSD and depression.
I got mad at people who were moving on with their lives.
I was terrified that I would forget.
I kept having nightmares.
I made poor choices out of anger and loneliness.
I felt guilty for still being here when she wasn't.


It took a long time and a lot of people to help me work through some of these things.  Five years later, I still struggle with them from time to time, especially when March comes around again.

March is Hard.  But God is Bigger.

And He never has nor ever will leave me.

Miss You Kell Bell <3

Thicker than Water

I have three sisters.

They are my best friends because they are mine.

We can fight each other, but if you mess with one of us, prepare for the triple threat to come back the fourth.

In fact, my biggest fear in life is to lose any of them.

It can be a consuming fear that sends me into tears just thinking about it .... like now or in my nightmares that leaves my pillow soaked with a salty taste.

So now that my last sister is about to leave the state, I feel like a piece of me is getting ripped away.

I know it's the right move for them (her and her adorable little family that I love oh so very much) but that doesn't mean it's easy.

In the last couple weeks, I have been able to catch up with her while the baby sleeps.

Horribly working out on the kinect

Cuddling on the couch

Eating Ice cream late at night.

Laughing at funny and not so funny jokes.

Crying remembering times past.

But more than anything, I just love being with her.  We can be in the same room, not say anything, not touch and yet we're still connected.

With sisters, there's this invisible bond of bosom friends.

IF something ever happened, I know they would be here in a heart beat.

Why?  Because they always are.

Selective Will

Today starts the 21 days of prayer and fasting with my church.

So I started it off with tea, prayer, worship and Andy Stanley.

And now I am scared because I am being challenged.  Again.

Andy Stanley has a way of speaking truth that always brings me to question what I'm doing, persuades me to move, and pushes me to grow.

In Matthew 6 and Luke 11, Jesus teaches his people how to pray.

He says....

This, then, is how you should pray:

Our Father in Heaven,
Hollowed be your name,
Your kingdom come,
Your will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
And forgive us out debts,
as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.
 (  Matthew 6:9-11 NIV)

It's easy enough to say, and not a hard task to remember a few words, broken down in simple phrases that rhythmically flow together.

But it is a frightening and bold prayer.

Your will be done.

Your will when it's not easy.
Your will when it's not popular.
Your will when it's not what I have planned.
Your will.
Not mine.

How can this not challenge what I am doing?

As an American, I pride myself in freedom.
Freedom to control my own life.
I like control.

But here, Jesus is saying to pray

"God, I surrender that control so that your will can take over."

Sometimes I try to fool myself into making my plans God's will.

Here God.
Here's the two choice I have narrowed it down to.
Which one do you want me to do, you know, because you're in control?

Or how about this mental conversation;

Hey Daddy God.
I've looked at these choices and decided none of them are against you.  
Now I'm going to pick the one that I like best, the easiest one or the most popular one.

As much as I try to fool myself into thinking that is the way God's will works, it's really not.
And I KNOW that.

Check out the story about Ahab (King of Israel), Jehoshaphat (King of Judah) and Micaiah (a prophet) in 1 Kings 22.

Here's my abbreviated version.
Ahab wants to go to war and asks Jehoshaphat to come with him.
Jehoshaphat says, "did you consult God about this?"
Ahab then gathers together a group of 400 prophets and says "We should do this, right?"
Everyone in the group agrees that they should go to battle.
Jehoshaphat says, "Is there anyone else we should ask?"
Ahab admits there is this guy Micaiah, but this prophet never says what he wants him to so he wasn't invited.
A messenger goes and gets Micaiah.
Micaiah is told to say what Ahab wants him to so he does.
When Ahab tells Micaiah to speak the truth, he foretells the death of the king if he goes into battle.
The King gets mad and sends him to prison until he returns from battle.
Ahab goes to battle, disguised, and still dies, like Micaiah said he would.

Sound familiar?

We often ask people for advice when we know that they will agree with us.
We don't ask the people that will challenge us.

And I find that I do the same thing with God.
I give him options, but leave out options that I don't want.

And I know that's not trusting in God's will.
Daddy God isn't meant to be put in a box,
restricted (even only if it's in my mind)
 from His bigger and better plan.

So this is what I'm going to be working on.  And it's scary.