Sunday, June 13, 2010

Set Your Word Upon My Heart; Engraved Within My Soul



It does not seem that the time of an eternity could come close to hold all that which is upon the heart of my friends, and my own heart.

My daily prayer is, "Lord, Lord, give me the words You would have me speak! Let my heart meditate upon the things Your heart meditates upon! Make me into Your image bearer; Let me be Your Azer...."

The Lord is very good, and has given enough words in my heart to last through a life time. How these words are to make their way from my heart, to my lips, into the world, I haven't the faintest idea.

My sister in South Africa ("a sister from a different mother but the same Abba, Father"), her and I have been talking over the email for a few weeks now, and she stated in her last email, which I feel absolutely compelled to share,

"What am I and what are you doing
with the wonderful conviction
God has given us?
And how dare we keep it to ourselves!"

Conviction is something that Christians feel when the Lord presses something into their heart. Something that will not, that cannot, exit from your heart; Something that refuses to quiet itself, and prods at your heart and soul and mind until it nearly drives one mad. Unless you let go, and allow it to escape in the form in which God has designed it to be let loosed.

This prodding is that of Purity.

Yes, I do mean sexual purity, but, my friends, I also mean a mental and emotional and relational purity that the world does not usually speak of. In fact, as a young adult, I have rarely (never, in fact) heard of this kind of purity, verbalized in such a way, until a sister in the Lord introduced it to me. And this for a girl raised in the church!!!

Purity is something that, I believe, my generation, a great number of us, are seeking, and yearning for and desiring with our entire hearts. But it not introduced to us in the way which the Lord would like us to be walking in - the depth which Christ intends us to chase after with fuller abandon.

Many young people are encouraged to keep journals or write letters to their future spouse. This is one way which they can keep themselves accountable and create in their minds a psychological tangibility of the idea that there could in fact be a godly man or woman also waiting for them, as they themselves are waiting.

However, as this friend stated, and which had not actually made itself fathomable to me in my own mind (if fathomable is the appropriate term - because the right words for things only come to me with great challenge)...
... that the idea has now crossed my mind(through the conversation with a dear friend and sister in the Lord) that this may not be the most healthy thing young men and women are doing for themselves, or, in fact, their future spouse and their relationship.

I, myself, now see this to be the case, to an extent.

Not only do you, as a human being, create certain expectations and a certain ideal of what your future spouse will be, look like, how they will think, act, etc., but, as my friend stated, it also creates, psychologically, a relationship with someone who has yet to materialize in your life.

Putting this plainly, they are writing letters to a figment of imagination and creating expectations and an ideal of someone whom can never be. Perhaps there will be similarities between their imaginative spouse and the spouse whom God chooses for them, of this I don't see as all that unlikely, but it does seem unfair to hold onto such childish things, especially when our fantasies only reach a certain depth (of shallowness) and real life and real relationships can be so deep, and rich, and edifying.

I have found, personally, that my imagination and fantasies are sometimes not all that edifying. Not nearly as edifying and rich and don't carry the depth which life and other human beings can offer.

Again, I do not mean to imply or say that writing to your future spouse is evil or negative, or any such thing, itself. Rather, one, as humans, and romantics, and perhaps even lonely people, tend to make it into something negative. It is a good tool for a good season to keep you accountable to someone who is to come.

Blessings in Him who Was and Is and Is to Come!!
Miss Elisabeth
(I wrote this sometime last month, or so, but didn't post it because thoughts and ideas were still coming to mind... I dearly hope it makes some sense, and so dearly wish that words were something that came a little more easily to my slow mind! Praise the Lord for those of you who God has laid many words upon your lips! You Aaron's are an amazing blessing! Speak those words which the Lord would have you speak!
God richly bless and keep you all :)

Friday, June 11, 2010

Home

"To My Home;
I am going home!
Here where the winds of Heaven Blow...
And everything that really matters, it comes to bring and gather me to my home...
To my home!
I'm going home..."

I am going home. Where my heart is.
My home is with a few people... we will be going home together. Home, where the winds of Heaven Blow, and all the things that really matter will bring and gather me to this place that God is creating for me. The place Above.
Though I know that this time that I am here is to be spent on this earth, doing the work written in Scripture, and living life to the Fullest, as Christ did, is what is allotted me now, I do so long for the day when I will be gathered together with my brothers and sisters and we will kneel at the throne of the Holy One, singing praises together; raising our voices as one, singing, "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts!"


Home, Here in America CD By Rich Mullins

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Pink Nail Decals


I have recently, and quite mutually, been befriended by the seemingly only other young woman, who works in the same facility as I, who still wears make-up tastefully and femininely, paints her nails pink (not black nor red) and wears nail decals; isn't either thrilled, nor yet despising of her job and isn't boy crazed.

PRAISE THE LORD!

We have a lot in common on the surface, and are basically in similar places in life (again, we both know what we want to do/ be/ get in the end, but are in odd places, and aren't exactly certain how to get to that place. So we're both working; she as a manager in training and I as a part-timer)
Is it not strange how people sum up one another, based upon appearance? Maybe it's just something we as humans fall back on, by nature.
Interestingly, the people who I thought I wouldn't "schmooze" with, are those who have become quite the chums (again, mutually), and I count on them for help (and some of 'em are quite dependable for help). Maybe this is why we are chums; we help and verbalize appreciation for one another's work. Or, perhaps this is not so strange at all, but rather we as homo-sapiens, tend to take one another for granted.
Conviction is seeping through my thick skull, and the latter seems much more realistic than the former.

As I work I'm finding it's something I depend, quite strongly, on.
I can count on the same things day-after-day, generally, bringing some form of normality into my rather hectic, and "in the air" life... (this doesn't count this last Sunday when the power in the entire building went out for a half and hour-forty five minutes, or so... or the time that the fork-lift decided it needed a day off... or when we got four pallets of 400 boxes of baby wipes, when we haven't even gotten half-way done with the pallet they sent quite some time ago...)... Normality; consistency... The conversation with those chums at work is consistently skin-deep (pink-nail-decals)
Our normal is quite shallow.
(and I am so totally perfectly happy with this!!!)

No, I don't know these people on a deep level. There are a few times when "deep calls to deep," and conversation develops with some seemingly like-minded-type-of-humanity... But this consistency of the normal and relatively mundane is extremely comforting!
In fact, it's thoroughly enjoyable!
(Especially since I'm befriending another girl
who has long-
pink-painted-and-decaled-
with-flowers-nails ;)

God richly bless and keep you,
My friend!!
Miss Elisabeth

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Thinking.... Perhaps too much?

Why are young people (okay, older people too for that matter) so surprised when a young person responds to a "are you dating" question with, "No, I don't think I'm ready for that kind of relationship," with not only raised brows, but also the skeptical question of "are you lesbian?"

No, quite frankly, I'm not. I have no intentions of ever being so, either.

The root of my lack of a dating life is due to my Religious fanaticism.

When I was around ten or eleven years old, my older sister introduced me to a magazine called Brio, where they talked about purity, waiting for your future husband on the emotional and psychological level, and staying pure physically as well.
My friends, I was convicted. It seemed like a perfectly romantic story-line: Wait for my Future Husband (whoever he may be), staying perfectly content, and pure. A damsel, a Princess, if you will, awaiting her Prince Charming (although I dearly hope he has much more back bone and courage than any Disney Prince - yuck! And please, no dandies like Rapunzel's prince! I mean, seriously, he could of at least tried talking with the witch before going behind her back and bringing half-ruination to every one!!!!).
Sound romantic, huh?
Well it does to a ten year old... and thirteen year old... and sixteen year old...

As you hit young-adulthood, the whole "no more dating, just waiting," life style becomes much more strenuous. One absolutely must become intentionally proactive about remaining single and pure (of heart, mind and body) and cannot any longer go along remaining databley single any longer.

Okay, so this whole train of thought is probably a huge stretch of randomness for most of... okay all y'all!!
But it's all quite relative to my life right now, since one of the woman I work with joyfully informed me that there are "lookers" who have "noticed" me at work... After she stated all this (with an ear-to-ear-grin) she triumphantly stated "Isn't that exciting!!!" So, being the totally-not-overt-rather shy-introverted-"my dream super-hero-power-is disappearing" person that I am, my totally beat-red face said it all as I nodded dumbfoundedly.
Please bear in mind that a short conversation-like interaction took place between this woman and I previous this statement... And in all honesty, I wanted to yell after this person, "that's not quite the word I was looking for... terrifying might better explain my feelings right now! Not-ready! I'm just a baby! Too young..." Really, and honestly, anything besides "exciting," would have probably summed up the wave of emotions that overtook me... excitement was not one of them!

Sist'a, I am so just a baby!!!
Maybe Maria Von Trapp thought that "waiting a year, or two" (being eighteen or nineteen) was kind'a, sort'a around the time that one is ready to step out and begin the journey of seeking a spouse...
Ehem, excuse me, I totally beg to differ in this opinion! At least for me... No, I'm not at all ready for this kind of addition to my life... Or maybe it's just because life is... well... life? Hectic, crazy, unsettled, in-between, in-transition? Either way, I'm totally not ready for a romantic relationship, of any kind, really.
Mom and I were talking, and she was saying how dad felt the same when they were engaged even. We were laughing hysterically as I pointed out that he would have probably felt that way if they had waited until their forties to marry ( ;-D) And it struck me... Dang... I'm so my fathers daughter! Which may not be a bad thing after all... but, we aren't at the "after all" part of the story, so I wouldn't know!
I'm sorry, I really do think I'm beginning to babble. This happens when the clock strikes "Quarter of nine, and all 's well!"
God richly bless and keep y'all this week!
May you enjoy the rich and abundant blessings He holds for you,
and enjoy all the beauties of Spring/ Summer!!
Miss Elisabeth

Friday, May 14, 2010

Attitude!

As I was working today, it struck me how few people actually, actively, live out a good moral life style. Yes, moral by a Christian's standards are higher than for those of non-Christians (at least non-religious folks, some atheists, etc.), and I'm stating this very loosely, not at all inclusively. And I'm also defining Christian as someone who has committed their life, wholly, to God. No holds bars!
Yes there are some "good" people at work. But they are good until you reach about mid-depth on the personal level.
When it gets right down to it, to be honest, please excuse my language, they are pretty pissed off people. Deeply hurt people; Some people who are indifferent to humanity, if humanity isn't complying to their every whim. And some people are nice on the out side, but when it gets right down to the hard thing, the only people they have in mind to take care of is them self. Yuck!
I mean, I am so sorry if you are offended by that statement, but, honey, you seriously need to get an attitude adjustment!
Not that all the people, or none of the people, or whatever black or white statement you want to insert here, are this way. There are some really fantastic people gentlemen and women there too! They happen to, generally, be over the age of thirty, married, and have children of their own (the last two are especially important: married and committed, have children and deeply love them and care for them!)
A few people, not many, are just plain ol' disagreeable! Still, trying to be friendly, extending gratitude and being positive around them... it's so terribly hard sometimes!
One of the people that work there I desperately want to sit down and say, "Okay, hun! You've got fifteen minutes to come up with a good reason why you are so negative, grumpy and rude! (Good is defined as: my parents have died, my entire family has died, I have no one left, I have been abused/ neglected, seriously, I'm starving to death or watching my siblings starve to death - think third world country here).

The world owes you nothing!
You work your way through!
You work to earn your money!
Work hard and have good work ethic
and you'll reap the rewards!
I know you probably really didn't need to hear that, especially from someone so naive and young as I, but I feel OH SO MUCH better having said it ;)
I apologize for making myself sound holier than thou. Please, lemme back peddle. I had a horrible attitude on Wednesday. Irritation was a better acquaintance that anyone from work. Irritability and some offense.
Bad, bad, bad!
To be honest, I was throwing a hissy-fit/ temper tantrum for myself. Poor me, there is only one other Christian in the area I work. HAH!
People in the world have much bigger issues that Miss Elisabeth not finding a kindred spirit *laughs*
Like, worrying about how you will be persecuted for simply being a Christian! Let alone the paranoia that must accompany some people in some countries, when meeting another "Christian" (are they really?!)
But I'm sorry... this post seems half finished... my thoughts are still turning in my head, hurting my head really, and my eyes are so tired!
But God richly bless and keep you, my brothers and sisters! May His face shine upon you, and be gracious to you! May He lift His countenance upon you and give you peace! The Lord God guide, protect, heal and deliver you, and give you the desires of your heart.
Amen.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Drinking From My Saucer

I was wanting to complain today. Complain about all the "hard work I've done." "All the hard work I did." And sometimes how, "Oh! I had to do it alone..."
A friend posted this on her blog on Facebook, and this, instead, I will now pray!

Drinking From My Saucer
By John Paul Moore

I've never made a fortune and
And it's probably too late now.
But I don't worry about that much,
I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.
I don't have a lot of riches,
And sometimes the going's tough.
But I've got loved ones around me,
And that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for his blessings,
And the mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
And the sun peeped through again.

So God, help me not to gripe about
The tough rows that I've hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way grows steep and rough.
I'll not ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy,
To help others bear their loads.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

God richly bless and keep you,
May He guide you and protect you,
Showing you, bringing you, Divine appointments,
Giving you opportunities to help others bear their loads,
Revealing to you those opportunities which us, as humans, commonly miss,
to reach out and touch the life of another human being, another creation of the Almighty!

Miss Elisabeth

Thoughts 101


Mission, Faith-Believing Christian:
  • PREACH THE WORD
  • BE READY IN SEASON and OUT of SEASON
  • CONVINCE
  • REBUKE
  • EXHORT
  • with LONG SUFFERING
  • and TEACHING (2nd Timothy 4:2)

Mission, Citizen of the United States:

  • STAND
  • for TRUTH
  • and DEEP FREEDOM
  • "CONGRESS SHALL MAKE NO LAW RESPECTING AN ESTABLISHMENT OF RELIGION, OR PROHIBITING THE FREE EXERCISE THEREOF." (First Amendment)

Mission, Employee:

  • IN ALL THAT YOU DO, DO IT FOR THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST, IN REMEMBRANCE OF HIM
  • DOING THE BEST THAT I CAN, WHICH IS TRUE PERFECTION
  • WHAT NEEDS DONE?
  • DO IT!
  • DOING THINGS AS CHRIST WOULD
  • FINISH WHAT I START
  • CLEANING UP MY MESS

Mission, Warrior:

  • DEVOTE YOURSELVES TO PRAYER, BEING WATCHFUL AND THANKFUL (Colossians 4:2)
  • BE THERE
  • BE CONNECTED
  • BE PRESENT
  • LOVE LIFE
  • PRAY
  • BELIEVE
  • HAVE FAITH
  • WALK IN OBEDIENCE, IN FAITH
  • PRAY 'TIL THEY'RE ON THE NARROW ROAD

Mission, Sister:

  • WAIT! IT'LL BE WORTH IT!
  • HOLD SELF TO THE HIGHEST STANDARD (the best I can, in all that I do)
  • THEY LOOK UP TO ME: WHO DO I WANT THEM TO BE?
  • WHAT DO I WANT THEM TO BELIEVE?
  • WHAT DO I DESIRE THEM TO BE DOING?
  • WHO DO I WANT THEM TO BE LIKE (ultimately, Christ!)

Missions, Daughter:

  • I HAVE INSCRIBED YOU IN THE PALMS OF MY HANDS (Isaiah 49:16)
  • YOU NEVER KNOW: YOU MAY JUST BE ENTERTAINING ANGELS
  • WHAT DO I WANT MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS TO BE?
  • WHAT'S MY PART?
  • DO IT!
  • PRAY!
  • WORK, EVEN PRESENT, IN THE RELATIONSHIP
  • THEY A) BIRTHED ME, B) FED & WATERED ME: I OWE 'EM MY LIFE!
  • ACT LIKE IT!
  • THEY OWN ME NOTHIN'!

Mission, Final thoughts:

  • DEVOTE MYSELF TO PRAYER
  • BE EVER WATCHFUL AND THANKFUL
  • FIGHT!
  • WIN!
  • NEVER GIVE UP!
  • NEVER SURRENDER!
  • JUST KEEP SWIMMING!

Blessings upon you,

in the name of the One who has called us,

who has set us apart.

Miss Elisabeth

Warmth for Winter

* Burnt-orange nail polish
*feather-down, fleece-lined blanket
*Hot "English Breakfast" tea, if a tsp. of whipped honey
*Pictures of tropical islands
*knitted scarf
*An adorable puppy to sit on your lap
*blazing fire
* Basic Message Oil
6 tsp. carrier oil of your choice
8 srops of essential/ fragerance oil of your choice
Blend the two together, well. Warm up the oil before using - make sure to message between your fingers and your cuticals.
.... any questions?