GOOD NEWS JUNKIES DEFINED

junkie |ˈjəNGkē|(also junky )• a person with a compulsive habit or obsessive dependency on something: power junkies.
good |go͝od| news |n(y)o͞oz|junkie |ˈjəNGkē|
a person with the compulsive habit of talking about and an obsessive dependency on the good news of God's plan of salvation through Jesus' life, death and resurrection.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Wonder Wednesday

Today I wonder at the grace, mercy and kindness of our God, amazed at how he has "helped us thus far."


Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen and called its name Ebenezer; for he said, “Till now the Lord has helped us.”
(an ebenezer: a monument to remember)

only with the Lord's help have we come this far.

m

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Undeserving Part 1

Our family has been hit pretty hard by some painful experiences in the last couple of months.
We spent over 6 weeks in the States and have now been back home for just about a month. While in the States I wrote about how we were working through this painful time.

Here's what I journaled while there:
Our family has been hit by trial.
As we work through this painful time and are caused to walk by faith and not by sight, we are continually amazed by the gracious and kind hand of our father. Daily he surprises us with his grace, comforts us through his presence, and draws us ever nearer to him as we rest in him for our everything. 
Tonight we are spending the night in a hotel. Once we reached the hotel Walt said to me, "Go run, I'll take Thomas to the pool."
Go for a run. That use to be what my mom would say to me in high school. Now, 11 years into this marriage thing it's Walt recognizing that a run can bring me so much life, refreshment and perspective. 

As I ran through the quiet neighborhood streets, leaves around me changing color, people working in their immaculate lawns, and preparing for the fall season, my heart, from years of habit, went directly to prayer, unloading my burdens at the foot of the cross and enjoying still minutes of uninterrupted intercession. Half way into my run my heart was struck with the word, "undeserving. " Over and over it played through my mind and soul, "undeserving… undeserving." Here we are in the middle of  heart break yet every day he brings new and fresh praise to our mouths and makes us amazed by the gracious, gentle, and perfect love of the Father. His presence is so real. His love so tangible. His grace so immense and overwhelming, overwhelming to the point where we can describe our situation, as tragic as it may be, as undeserving.  

Today I was especially struck by the incredible provision of friends that he has given me. For the past 25 years I have moved around a lot and yet even now I have friends that are faithfully praying for me and loving me and not just in one small town somewhere but but all over the world and all across America. Saturday I talk with a friend from Oregon, Sunday I met us with a friend from Alabama and I have been receiving emails from all over the globe. Not only words of encouragement reach our ears but we know the power of the intercession being prayed on our behalf.  
I have done nothing in my life to deserve this.
I am undeserving.

Oh how thankful I am that there is nothing I have done to make him love me less and there is nothing I can do to make him love me more. But in his perfect love he continues to love and love and give and give. He gives so much that even in the midst of the hurt, I can't help but praise the Lord for all that he is to me, undeserving as I am. I can't help but praise him for his miraculous intervention in the little details of my every day.  How great is our God!



How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

Stuart Townend Copyright © 1995 Thankyou Music 


Amazed by his love, 
m

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Wonder Wednesday

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, 
who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, 
who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, "Your God reigns." 
Isaiah 52:7


m

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Wonder Wednesday

But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to your. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. 
Matthew 6:33-34

When I see the little things in creation, like bees, bugs, and flowers, I am always caused to praise our Maker.  They are so tiny, seemingly insignificant, yet when we take the time to see how he has made all things, our hearts must stop and praise.  Today I wonder a the tiny things, that our Lord is their Maker and their God and they all exist for his glory!

What a Wonderful Maker!








m



Saturday, November 8, 2014

TCK (Third Culture Kid) Conundrum

As we walked through a small group of boys similar in size to Thomas they began to discuss us. This we understood from what they said among themselves and their unabashed stares. As we passed, they began to follow us.
Strange noises began, first one boy, then another and another, followed by laughs.
"They are trying to imitate the way our English sounds to them," I explained in response to Thomas' perplexed look up at me. 
Their "English conversation" continued till we stopped to buy bananas and they continued on, just 5 paces ahead.  There, they too, paused to watch us make our purchase.  
This time when we passed, I greeted them in their language. Smiled. 
They stopped. 
Following us and pretending to speak English lost it's intrigue when now they could run home and tell their family that the ungrez (foreigner) had spoken to them in their own language.
Thomas seemed agitated.
"I'm tired of being a Pakistani in America and an American when I'm in Pakistan," he complained.
I put my arm on his shoulder. How insightful. How true.
"I know it's hard." I sympathized, knowing my own struggles as a TCK, "That's why it's not our goal to be "American" or "Pakistani" but to be like Jesus."

Thomas is only just beginning the long, challenging and blessed road of a TCK.
My prayer is he will learn to love Jesus, be like Jesus, and bring others to Jesus as he moves in and out of one culture to the next, never really knowing jut one deeply as his own but many.  May this deepen the security that Jesus is his identity regardless of language, color, customs, and location.

wanting to be like Christ, 
m

Thomas with some of his friends outside on our street.

Lately Thomas' coloring usually includes brown bodies with blonde hair…hmmm?!?

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Wonder Wednesday


Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! 
Blessed is the man who take refuge in him!
Oh,  fear the Lord, you his saints, 
for those who fear him have no lack!
The young lions suffer want and hunger;
but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing.
Psalm 34:8-10



Today I am in wonder of how the Lord has given me this precious boy. Whereever we go he finds animals. He loves the Lord's creation and is a constant help to remind me of the wonder of our God.

m