I was SandTrapped #fb

So here’s my story and I’m sticking to it….

Sand doesn’t absorb jack! I’ve come to know that intimately over the last 2 years. Year 1 – I was living boldly with false ignorance. Year 2 – I was learning to grieve, being OK with being broken and wounded, even being angry as I asked why and heard nothing. I’ve trying to figure out how to do this post without it reading like a testimony written to a pastor, which it probably will end up being sent to. So here goes…..

Sand Doesn’t Absorb Anything, But You, Me, and anything that is built upon it.

The God’s honest truth is I’ve been avoiding the this post for the past week. I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain to my peers, friends, family, and some of the many pastors in my life, how I could dare to refuse God – His well deserved praised. Well folks, I figured it out, my foundation was built on sand rather than Him, and when the sand shifted so did I.  See God never changes, He is always good, its everything else that changes. If my life is built upon things that are subject to change my perspective, emotions, and mental stability will also be subject to change.

In the past 2 years I’ve experienced a lot of  storms, and unfortunately during those storms I was living my life with my house, my home, my Christianity, built on a sand. Rather than Him – God being my home and my foundation, my foundation was the ministry I worked for, my foundation was the christian friends I was surrounded with. So when storms came, and my ministry was no longer mine and my christian friends were no longer around, I sunk, and everything about me crumbled. When I was offended and hurt deeply in music ministry, because my foundation was always built on music – and not on God, my musical leadership and not God, when the storm bringing in debris of offense and hurt came near and blew on me,  I crumbled and walked away.

I walked away from the prophesies spoken over me since I was a kid. I walked away from the very thing I knew I was meant to do, the very thing I was created to do. I walked away from God, demoting Him from a beautifully intimate relationship, to a casual acquaintance. I didn’t tell Him much, spend time with Him much.  Because my life was built upon the shifting sands of ministry, relationships, friendships, and not God – I crumbled. I crumbled so badly I walked in a spirit of depression for over a year, and reached the point of suffocation. To the point where I couldn’t write anymore, sing anymore, play piano or guitar anymore. I got to a point where I couldn’t stand church, I couldn’t stand most ministers of the gospel, I was defeated and ok with that.

I was sandtrapped.

So here’s where I am now: I’m learning to build a solid foundation.

I am learning how to truly put God, not ministry, first in my life. God and ministry is not synonymous with each other. I can’t love ministry and ministry only – and call it loving God, and vice versa.  Balance – We like to act like that’s a cuss word sometimes. Getting deeply offended when we’re approached with that question of  ‘ Where’s your balance?’, but its a valid question, are you balanced in loving God first and then man. Meeting God’s needs (requirements)  first and the those around you. Building a solid foundation with your pastors and church. God gave us a body for a reason, it holds the head up. In the same manner, he’s given us all the body of Christ to hold each and everyone of our heads up. Use it.

So I’m digging out now, and starting over. Won’t you join?

Maybe your still trying to figure out if your sandtrapped, let me help you.

You might be sandtrapped if:

1. You feel lost and without purpose when those close to you don’t call or answer your text.

2. Your leadership at work or church changes and your ready to leave.

3. If every time something happens you pack up to leave or threaten it.

Those are things I’m guilty of…..

24-25“These words I speak to you are not incidental additions to your life, homeowner improvements to your standard of living. They are foundational words, words to build a life on. If you work these words into your life, you are like a smart carpenter who built his house on solid rock. Rain poured down, the river flooded, a tornado hit—but nothing moved that house. It was fixed to the rock.

26-27“But if you just use my words in Bible studies and don’t work them into your life, you are like a stupid carpenter who built his house on the sandy beach. When a storm rolled in and the waves came up, it collapsed like a house of cards.”


Through Your Eyes Pt 2: Loveable #fb

Try this on for size: Through Your Eyes Pt 1 Touchable

When God wants to show me something, he has to put it in my face!

Like IN MY FACE!

So the next two post are about a recent breakthrough in my life, in my worship life, and whats to come.

I woke up this morning kinda rough. My body feels off, I have a few things I’m concerned with, lots on my mind, lots in a play.

But one of the many things that bring me joy in the morning is to see the short people I work for.  The short people I work are, well just that, short.

They are some awesome kids, with awesome hearts. To these kids I’m not a worship leader, I’m not a writer, I’m not a whatever I am to everybody else, I’m just heather. There friend, caretaker. I’m there jumping bean, they can flip and skip all over me.

These are my short people

So every morning after I do my drop off’s I come in and my buddy Vj is there to greet me. Our tradition is I come in and yell ‘VJ!!!’, he looks and he yells  ‘mhm header’ he runs jumps in my arms, grabs my face and stares at me. I kiss his forehead, he  kisses mine.

So this is my morning routine, which makes my long days and nights somewhat easier.

The next two posts are about an  experience I had this week where God broke in and took the pain away, but this one is the set up to it, I had been asking for.

See this morning, when I came in and did my morning ‘VJ!’, VJ refused me. He didn’t react to my presence. He didn’t respond when I beckoned him to me. I even went and scooped him up in my arms, held him, and  even there he was preoccupied. Busied with the toy in his hand. Busied with his 4 year old body being tired. Busied with the things of his little life.

So what did I do?

In that moment he was scooped in my arms, I kissed him on the forehead and said I love you. I Put him down, and decided it was ok, I would wait for his affectionate response.

God does that.

No sooner did I put him down, did the Lord remind me that – that was me. I had gotten to a place where I refused Him, God, His morning loving. I had gotten so preoccupied with my world, my pain, I decided not to greet him.

God is lovable and desires our love, our affection.

What are you holding back? and why?

In The Pursuit of Happiness…

I’m sick of the sour puss christian face I make consistently.

So I decided that 2010 is a year of life, and I wouldn’t simply exist anymore, but live. I’m working on my plans of relocating, figuring out where God has destined for me to be. Pursuing the joyous path God has set apart for me.

So in the midst of that, I’ve come to a conclusion:

Our happiness isn’t necessarily what makes others happy

So I may be happy, moving away, starting over with my life. But other’s may not. Theyre maybe some folks who will be hurt by my pursuit of happiness and where I belong.

So where do we draw the line?

Whats that perfect median of my happiness and the happiness of others.

Am I to just move forward and trust over time things will be better?

Am I to accept that the hurt that others feel, may be God using me to shake them up alittle?

or am I to just stop – stop being selfish- and exist for others?

Another game of questions and answers

But God is Good…. #fb

Its 11:21pm and I am sleepy.

When I’m sleepy, my ability to shut down my normal inhabitions is hard. So now I’m sleepy and honest.

Its been a rough day, somewhat of a rough week, but God is good.

and truthfully I refused to give Him that.

Well until I read LosWhits blog.

So here’s why God is good:

He’s good, because when I doubt Him – He doesn’t doubt me.

He’s good, because when I refuse Him – He welcomes me

He’s good, because when I’m hurt by Him and His inaction – I’m still His.

He doesn’t repay me with the lightening bolt I so deserve.

He welcomes me, loves me, cares for me, inspite of me.

so God is Good…

My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief: I was senseless and ignorant; I was a brute beast before you. Nevertheless I am continually with You; You have taken hold of my right hand.

sorry God

Test of Healing

You can say your healed…

Walk like your healed…

Talk like it, move forward like it

But how do you know your truly healed?

What is the ‘test of healing?’

The test of healing is the moment where those who hurt you deeply are alotted room to move around your space

The result of this test lies in two things and two things only:

  1. Does the original pain come forth with its original intensity?
  2. How long does it take you to get over this encounter?

With that said, yesterday, I had a test of healing and failed miserably.

I was hurt, I own it, and now choose to move forward.

You can’t hold me now!

I will tell the world….. #fb

We can always change.

We can always do better, give better, and listen longer. But are we willing? We want to change the world, my generation, yours, our peers and elected officials, all of us have found something in need of change.  My class on communication has me thinking heavily on Social Justice and Injustices. It takes me back to a conversation with a dear friend, where he quoted a Hillsong lyric simply stating,’ Now that I have seen, I am responsible. Faith without deeds is dead.” So we want to change the world. We see a problem and only hope for better, but faith without deeds is dead.  As Christians we always go the road of ‘praying’ the issue away or waiting for the government to show up and fix things, but thats not what my bible says, and if its the wrong version, please tell me!

So what are the deeds? What are the mercy giving acts we can aspire to give in our time?
So again we can always change, but there’s “No chance at all if you think you can pull it off yourself. Every chance in the world if you trust God to do it.” Matthew 19:26

‘Now that I have seen, I am responsible. Faith without deeds is dead. Now that I have held you, in my own arms I cannot let go until you are…..

I will tel the world, I will tell them where i’ve been
I will keep my word
I will tell them albertine’

- Brooke Fraser Albertine

So I’m looking

I need to find a place to worship.

I’ve been in a struggle for a year with church’s, church leadership, pastors, and the true meaning of it all. True meaning behind why God called for a leader such as a pastor.

So now I’m on the hunt…. I’m on the hunt for a church, a body I can truly stand with, believe in, grow with, and be honest with.

So I’m looking.

and I’m not above going back to SC every sunday morning for church at H.I.M.

not above it

Thought About My Dad Today….

For some reason, today, I randomly thought about my dad. He’s not a topic that comes up very often, because I never got the chance to know him. So standing here today, at 22 years of age, in college, and working in ministry, I wonder….

I wonder would he be proud of me, his youngest child.

As his finale legacy – do I live up to all he stood for?

I hope so

Random thought, and I gaze into heaven hoping he’s gazing back at me.

When the spidey sense is gone, you just….

Previous Post: and everything for a reason

First lesson of the new year:

When your spidey sense is gone, you just…….. be.

I’m not even sure what day it was, Saturday maybe Friday, not sure, check the previous post, but I’m resolved to simply trusting. Trusting God completely for my family.

Granddad took a spill and was rushed to the hospital and now on a Vent. I tweeted, and texted everyone I knew. I sat in shock. I threw on worship music. I waited. I played my guitar, stringing out some ‘tomlin’ and ‘the river’ by springsteen, I moved in and played quickly. I played and played, regretting my inability to know something was amiss in my family, especially sense I was up since 2:30 am and now it was 1pm. So I played a distorted A-chord, and played it again. And then came G, D, Am, before I knew it -  there was a familiar spirit tune coming out. All I could match to the music was, ” I will worship you’ and ” We lift you up, above all things.”

Sitting here now I realize the depth of such a simple lyric. Months ago, maybe even a year now I sent out a text to many friends declaring, “Give God your ‘All – things’, so He can take those ‘all – things’ and work them to our good and His greater purpose.” Rounding the fear and pain in my heart the other morning, I really can’t remember what day it was, I did nothing and could do nothing but give it ‘All’ to Him. I wonder what other ‘All – things’ He’s waiting on me to give up.

So I’ve learned: When the spidey sense is gone, you just be His. Give Him praise, wait, and trust that He’ll turn those  ‘all-things’ into Good things.

btw: Granddad did wake up. Not only did he wake up, but he made the nursing staff take the vent. Not only did he make them take the vent out, but he asked when he could get back home.

God is good!

and everything for a reason

We do our best as christians to fight through the fear of loss, life, hope to believe that everything happens for a reason.

So here I sit, my first post of 2010, somewhat facing the fear I’ve had this year…. someone dying.

I went to bed at 9pm last night, woke up at 2:30 am and couldn’t go back to sleep. Stayed up until 8, fell asleep for half an hour and got back up. I’ve been up for 10 hours, and my spidey sense wasn’t working….

I say spidey sense, because as christians we believe in the holy spirit who warns us of danger, comforts us, so again my spidey sense wasn’ t working this morning. 3am,4am, 6, and 12:30pm when we got the call I had no idea anything was happening.

Nothing!

So I sit here right now, questioning my sensitivity to the holy spirit, questioning my faith alittle, because somehow, someway I should have known…. something, anything.

Granddad, or more affectionately known as Dad, took a spill this morning, and is now on a ventilator.

Lord,  You said what we declare will be established. The other day I declared that 2010 smelled like life! Here and now I ask you to establish that word in Dad’s life. That for him 2010 smells like life.