My time here in Moldova is dwindling down to just 2 days. It has felt like a non-stop ride since day one, and that can just refer to the driving here! I have met many people and seen even more faces. As we walked through the center of the city yesterday, I took careful watch of those around us. This is nothing new for me, but I noticed through the sheets of snow pelting my eyeballs that smiles were scarce. I would not for a second call the people here unhappy, but there is a hardness of life lived early.
Many of the people we meet tend to inadvertently receive American names :). They smile with a grateful heart that we are even trying, and apologize for their English countless times. That struck me yesterday. We are visiting their homeland and receiving the apologies. A lot of the young students we have met speak impeccable English. They are supposedly from a family of greater wealth and can afford private English lessons. This generation seems to be far more open minded than those previous.
The youth here are not so different from Texas. They were intrigued at the thought of bullying though. For a culture where women get raped and beaten regularly, they do not even have a word for bullying. One girl even asked me why I thought this thing happened in American schools. It was a new concept to them, something unheard of in their present day. This generation is growing strong and appears very supportive and devoted to each other. There were young people who wanted to become teachers and principles as well as those who wish to open themselves up to the arts. I even met a young man who wants to open a kickboxing studio. He is very smart and extremely motivated and, like me, he does not like the thought of working for someone else :).
I believe there is a vast stream of untapped talent and potential here. There are people here capable of things we dare not even dream. The one thing that seems to lack overall is opportunity. In America, opportunity is readily available IF you are truly willing to put in the work. I find most Americans to be people of readiness.....to accept somebody else doing the work. Ambition and drive seem to be thoughts of older generations in America, while these are the hopes and dreams interwoven into the fabric of this next generation of Moldova. Hope springs eternal in those who are willing to believe in such a thing. Hope is a constant choice that is made, not a destination of circumstance. Hope can thrive when circumstance overwhelms. Hope can keep us going when circumstance tries to shackle us where we are. Hope is for those who choose to believe it exists. It is not a fable or notion of old, it is something you can almost taste....if you believe.
Hope is not to say a prayer and expect that all or nothing will immediately be revealed. Hope to hold fast, to stand your ground, to not give in to the despair that may surround you. Hope can be found in the darkest corners of the world and the highest peaks in the mountains. We must begin to seek hope, search for it, pray for it, and be willing to work for it.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the Lord "plans to prosper and not to harm you; plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Letting Go of the Reins
A few weeks ago my daughter was atop a large horse, preparing for her weekly riding lesson. She has been riding now for over a year and still tends to lose focus :). Her mission seemed quite simple to the naked eye of an observer: she was to guide her horse into a small frame on the floor and turn him around without leaving the frame. She was unsuccessful at this task....six times. Each time she would trot to the box she would begin to pull back on the reins. This act causes the horse to stop because the reins pull the bit in his mouth. Finally, her instructor said "Sweetheart, if you want to move forward you HAVE to loosen your hold on the reins". One simple statement that changed my perspective...
Who knew Mister John was so wise? I wrote that statement down right then as I was assured it applied to my own life. How many times have I begged God to take my life forward only to pull tight to the reins because I was afraid of what might happen if I let loose? What if people expected more from me? What if I let others down? What if I was forced out of my comfort zone? I love zones. Honestly, a zone of ANY kind is my friend. The end zone indicates my team has scored. A speed zone gives me the heads up to proceed with caution. My comfort zone keeps me safe from everything that I am afraid of in life.
I am naturally not an extremely social person. The thought of my life being forced to merge with other lives nearly makes me break out into hives. I also hate flying. Why? Um, people are too close to you, people tend to fall asleep on you (even if they don't know you....rude), the bathroom is SMALL, and you are in a big hunk of metal in the sky....with people you do not know. I'm not afraid of dying in an airplane as I am aware of statistics, I just hate flying. Cold weather does not agree with me and I would just assume keep my distance. In all honesty the temperatures of Africa are far more appealing to me than the frigid air in Eastern Europe.....So why on Earth am I here?
My entire life has been spent white knuckling the reins. I believed for brief periods that I could truly control the outcome. Even in my childhood I exhibited tendencies towards controlling behavior. I home schooled through my high school years because I endured such terrible verbal abuse in school I wanted to become a hermit. I held a job from the age of 13 and at 17 I received my early graduation so I could take care of my dying mother. I still fooled myself into thinking I was in control. Deep inside the inner pockets of my mind a war was raging for my life though.
I always felt unworthy. Please do not misunderstand this. I had a very LOVING, Christian family. My mother and father provided the world for my brother and myself and I was never without love. There was a foot hold placed in my mind by Satan that would haunt my every thought for decades though. By the time I was 18, I had already suffered thoughts of suicide and attempted to kill myself twice. Once was by drinking heavily and then purposefully driving myself around hoping to get into a wreck. The other was mixing prescription drugs and alcohol. The lowest point was one night when I was 23 years old. I was married to a handsome, loving man and had 2 very young children. I battled the voices in my head daily and would spend hours locked in the bathroom banging my head against the wall. One night I decided that my entire family would benefit much more from my total absence. So, I took my husband's gun down, sat on the floor, and placed the barrel in my mouth. Shouts emerged from my head as clear as day saying "DO IT! Everybody is better off without you! You are worth NOTHING!" As my finger tried to muster up the strength to pull the trigger, I heard a very quiet voice whisper...."Give me one more day. I am not through with you yet..."
For reasons unknown, I stood and placed the gun back, then I went to bed. I can hardly describe the following morning. My life circumstances had not changed, but my head was...quiet. The thought of being unworthy were still for once. God Himself reached down and spared my life that night. Through a series of events that can only be described as miraculous, I became who I am today. Over a year ago, I had another tragedy strike. As I mourned the loss of my third child, I laid on the floor and told my husband that I had no purpose in life. For a few weeks God was very patient with my pity party, until one day during worship I heard the same voice from so many nights ago...."Child, I love you. What happened was not something that happened to you, it happened for others. Are you done yet? Because I could use you now.."
And this friends, is why I found myself flying to a very cold place :). I have a purpose. I do not have to agree with the purpose. I do not have to enjoy the means by which I arrive to my purpose. All I have to do is be willing to serve. Yes, Jesus gave His very life to save mine. God saw potential in a very broken human being. As long as He puts oxygen in my lungs, I will follow. He saved my very life many times and He is not through with me yet. I strive not to wallow in my circumstances, but to remember the future and hope I am promised in Him. It is my very present purpose to share such hope with those who think there is none left. God decides when He is through with us. I will honor the Savior of my life and train every day to fulfill my purpose.
So, if you are in a struggle I must ask this one question: Are you done yet? He is not through with you, so do NOT give up on Him.
Who knew Mister John was so wise? I wrote that statement down right then as I was assured it applied to my own life. How many times have I begged God to take my life forward only to pull tight to the reins because I was afraid of what might happen if I let loose? What if people expected more from me? What if I let others down? What if I was forced out of my comfort zone? I love zones. Honestly, a zone of ANY kind is my friend. The end zone indicates my team has scored. A speed zone gives me the heads up to proceed with caution. My comfort zone keeps me safe from everything that I am afraid of in life.
I am naturally not an extremely social person. The thought of my life being forced to merge with other lives nearly makes me break out into hives. I also hate flying. Why? Um, people are too close to you, people tend to fall asleep on you (even if they don't know you....rude), the bathroom is SMALL, and you are in a big hunk of metal in the sky....with people you do not know. I'm not afraid of dying in an airplane as I am aware of statistics, I just hate flying. Cold weather does not agree with me and I would just assume keep my distance. In all honesty the temperatures of Africa are far more appealing to me than the frigid air in Eastern Europe.....So why on Earth am I here?
My entire life has been spent white knuckling the reins. I believed for brief periods that I could truly control the outcome. Even in my childhood I exhibited tendencies towards controlling behavior. I home schooled through my high school years because I endured such terrible verbal abuse in school I wanted to become a hermit. I held a job from the age of 13 and at 17 I received my early graduation so I could take care of my dying mother. I still fooled myself into thinking I was in control. Deep inside the inner pockets of my mind a war was raging for my life though.
I always felt unworthy. Please do not misunderstand this. I had a very LOVING, Christian family. My mother and father provided the world for my brother and myself and I was never without love. There was a foot hold placed in my mind by Satan that would haunt my every thought for decades though. By the time I was 18, I had already suffered thoughts of suicide and attempted to kill myself twice. Once was by drinking heavily and then purposefully driving myself around hoping to get into a wreck. The other was mixing prescription drugs and alcohol. The lowest point was one night when I was 23 years old. I was married to a handsome, loving man and had 2 very young children. I battled the voices in my head daily and would spend hours locked in the bathroom banging my head against the wall. One night I decided that my entire family would benefit much more from my total absence. So, I took my husband's gun down, sat on the floor, and placed the barrel in my mouth. Shouts emerged from my head as clear as day saying "DO IT! Everybody is better off without you! You are worth NOTHING!" As my finger tried to muster up the strength to pull the trigger, I heard a very quiet voice whisper...."Give me one more day. I am not through with you yet..."
For reasons unknown, I stood and placed the gun back, then I went to bed. I can hardly describe the following morning. My life circumstances had not changed, but my head was...quiet. The thought of being unworthy were still for once. God Himself reached down and spared my life that night. Through a series of events that can only be described as miraculous, I became who I am today. Over a year ago, I had another tragedy strike. As I mourned the loss of my third child, I laid on the floor and told my husband that I had no purpose in life. For a few weeks God was very patient with my pity party, until one day during worship I heard the same voice from so many nights ago...."Child, I love you. What happened was not something that happened to you, it happened for others. Are you done yet? Because I could use you now.."
And this friends, is why I found myself flying to a very cold place :). I have a purpose. I do not have to agree with the purpose. I do not have to enjoy the means by which I arrive to my purpose. All I have to do is be willing to serve. Yes, Jesus gave His very life to save mine. God saw potential in a very broken human being. As long as He puts oxygen in my lungs, I will follow. He saved my very life many times and He is not through with me yet. I strive not to wallow in my circumstances, but to remember the future and hope I am promised in Him. It is my very present purpose to share such hope with those who think there is none left. God decides when He is through with us. I will honor the Savior of my life and train every day to fulfill my purpose.
So, if you are in a struggle I must ask this one question: Are you done yet? He is not through with you, so do NOT give up on Him.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Moldova Day 4
Hello cyber world!
I'm waking up to a new day in Moldova while my family is laying their heads down to finish their day in Texas. This trip has been eye opening, heart pounding and faith building to say the very least. I appreciate the prayers already offered as this non-flyer made it safely through 3 flights in 1 day! My longest flight was from Charlotte to Munich and the Lord blessed me with an adorable seat mate who didn't sleep on planes either! Her name was Ursilla and she has been all over the world. She was able to give me plenty of travel pointers too :)
For those who have not had the privilege of a trip to Moldova, I'll start with a few of the basic differences. The DRIVING!!!! Oh my goodness, my life has flashed before my eyes more than once in just 3 days on these roads. There aren't a lot of lines and the bigger vehicle almost always wins. Each time I get into a car I get an extra chance to talk to God :). The food is delicious and prepared without all the junk we put in ours. The Moldovans seem to love carbs and sweets just as much as Americans, but the obesity epidemic has not hit here. According to our translator, that is due to the heavy influence of European fashion. The girls here will starve themselves to be able to be in style. Oh wait, that isn't too different from America :(...... Yesterday we went to a local school for a class on domestic violence. Here, domestic violence is prevalent and many men think (and are told) that if they hit their wives it means they love them. Here, the women are considered weak and expendable.
Our translator and our guide were both intrigued and completely ecstatic when they found out what I do. They insisted that the girls needed to see me up there. We had 6 classes total and each time I got up, you could tell it was out of the cultural norm for me to be a strong woman....who likes to hit things and teaches self defense. Wait, my only lot in life isn't popping out babies? Not quite. Many shocked faces looked up at me and I got several interesting questions. "Have you ever fought your husband?", "Who is the head of your household?", "Why do you do this?", and "Why are you here?". My personal favorite was "Are there cowboys in Texas?" :) Why yes there are....
It amazed me that the thought of a woman actually defending herself was a totally new thing here. I was also asked if there were any other women like me in America, to which I replied "There is only one me" :). Modesty....it's a gift. The most interesting part in this particular school was that the youngest class (16 years old) was the most open minded. They were completely enthralled by the Americans and even asked if they could get a picture with us! During the course the social worker asked questions like "If a woman provokes her husband, is it acceptable for him to hit her?". In all the other classes there were some that either agreed fully, agreed to some degree, or chose not to answer. The younger class ALL disagreed, including the boys. So, it seems as though there is a hope springing in Moldova.
Today is a late start and I am getting ready to drag my booty down for some breakfast. That too is just a little different. They ALWAYS have fresh vegetables, which makes me very happy :) I have always heard the coffee here is too strong to drink, but it's right up this girls alley. As I close I do ask for your prayers. Pray for the people here in Moldova. They are rich in heritage and are a very loving people, but there are also scores of past sins that continue to plague each generation. This cycle can be broken, but only by the Creator.
I'll see you soon :)
Michelle
I'm waking up to a new day in Moldova while my family is laying their heads down to finish their day in Texas. This trip has been eye opening, heart pounding and faith building to say the very least. I appreciate the prayers already offered as this non-flyer made it safely through 3 flights in 1 day! My longest flight was from Charlotte to Munich and the Lord blessed me with an adorable seat mate who didn't sleep on planes either! Her name was Ursilla and she has been all over the world. She was able to give me plenty of travel pointers too :)
For those who have not had the privilege of a trip to Moldova, I'll start with a few of the basic differences. The DRIVING!!!! Oh my goodness, my life has flashed before my eyes more than once in just 3 days on these roads. There aren't a lot of lines and the bigger vehicle almost always wins. Each time I get into a car I get an extra chance to talk to God :). The food is delicious and prepared without all the junk we put in ours. The Moldovans seem to love carbs and sweets just as much as Americans, but the obesity epidemic has not hit here. According to our translator, that is due to the heavy influence of European fashion. The girls here will starve themselves to be able to be in style. Oh wait, that isn't too different from America :(...... Yesterday we went to a local school for a class on domestic violence. Here, domestic violence is prevalent and many men think (and are told) that if they hit their wives it means they love them. Here, the women are considered weak and expendable.
Our translator and our guide were both intrigued and completely ecstatic when they found out what I do. They insisted that the girls needed to see me up there. We had 6 classes total and each time I got up, you could tell it was out of the cultural norm for me to be a strong woman....who likes to hit things and teaches self defense. Wait, my only lot in life isn't popping out babies? Not quite. Many shocked faces looked up at me and I got several interesting questions. "Have you ever fought your husband?", "Who is the head of your household?", "Why do you do this?", and "Why are you here?". My personal favorite was "Are there cowboys in Texas?" :) Why yes there are....
It amazed me that the thought of a woman actually defending herself was a totally new thing here. I was also asked if there were any other women like me in America, to which I replied "There is only one me" :). Modesty....it's a gift. The most interesting part in this particular school was that the youngest class (16 years old) was the most open minded. They were completely enthralled by the Americans and even asked if they could get a picture with us! During the course the social worker asked questions like "If a woman provokes her husband, is it acceptable for him to hit her?". In all the other classes there were some that either agreed fully, agreed to some degree, or chose not to answer. The younger class ALL disagreed, including the boys. So, it seems as though there is a hope springing in Moldova.
Today is a late start and I am getting ready to drag my booty down for some breakfast. That too is just a little different. They ALWAYS have fresh vegetables, which makes me very happy :) I have always heard the coffee here is too strong to drink, but it's right up this girls alley. As I close I do ask for your prayers. Pray for the people here in Moldova. They are rich in heritage and are a very loving people, but there are also scores of past sins that continue to plague each generation. This cycle can be broken, but only by the Creator.
I'll see you soon :)
Michelle
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Living your intended passion
Hello friends!
Well, the preparation is in full swing for my very first international trip! I'm leaving for Moldova in just 10 days! I'll be joined by a fabulous group of women, all of us writers and workers for the Lord. Needless to say, this Texas girl is a bit worried about the cold, but God is timely in calming my fears and keeping my anxiety at bay. I am learning to let go of everything I cannot control....which in most situations is everything!
As I have been in preparations, I have been thinking a lot about callings, gifts, talents and so forth. All my life I wanted to be special. I had always felt ordinary or below ordinary. I was so shy I would rarely venture out of the alternate reality I had created for myself in my own mind trap...there I was special. God uses life to grow us to our calling. Through circumstances out of my control He finally got my attention and pulled me (yes, pulled....I was kicking and screaming) out of my alternate reality and into His reality. It was as though I had finally woke up. I could breathe and live like I never thought possible. It took me being willing to yes.
For as much as I thought I wanted to be special, once I began to live in my calling, I thought it was just plain weird. I tried to separate my called life from my daily life. If you have ever tried to do that then you know it NEVER ends the way YOU plan. So, I struggled. For years I would play one card at church and hide my tricks under the table. Every once in a while God would open a door, either through a ladies retreat or fellow church member. It seemed that as soon as the door was opened I would dig my heels in and place my back firmly against it screaming NO!!!!!! There was even a time I felt that God must have made a huge mistake.....I got a bum gift.
By this point you are probably wondering what on earth this gift could be right? Human nature dictates we feed our curiosity. Well, I fell into the fitness world a decade ago, completely by what I thought was accident. I lived my fitness life and my church life respectively separate and I liked it that way. I could be myself in the fitness world. I could talk about anatomy, body fat and body image without feeling like I was digging into wounds I had no place looking. Then, I found a passion. Have you ever experienced true passion? I'm not talking about the fleeting lust when you first met your spouse here people...I'm referring to passion. Spark in the eye, dry mouth, heart pounding, "I HAVE TO CONQUER" passion. This is the stuff that gets you out of bed with a pep in your step. It's the spicy sauce that makes your life worth while. And guess what? God wants you to live with passion!!!! I found mine in fighting. Yes, my name is Michelle and I like to hit things. I mean, I REALLY LIKE TO HIT THINGS!
This began as a simple request. I was working at a gym and the kickboxing instructor did not show up. I, the yoga teacher, had to take over. It was awful...but I was determined to learn. That was nearly 10 years ago. Through those years I have broken away from choreographed fat burning to true impact. I have learned how strong I really can be. There is something magical for me about a woman who has felt stripped of all she has be able to unleash a strength she never felt. Now, I train in MMA, teach self defense classes and strive to empower people to be their absolute best. I really do live the dream! My dream :)
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
We all know that verse, but have we truly lived it. For years, I lived outside of God's plan thinking that the very thing He had given me a passion for could be of no use to Him. What a way to live! I felt torn between 2 states all the time. I was miserable and never really had a true sense of self. If God gives it, He can use. Honestly, He intents to use and if He gave it to you, you had better be willing to let it be used!
"Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you." Jeremiah 29:12
We often forget that verse. To me, it is even more beautiful than the first. He will listen. He wants to listen to me, He longs to make a way for my perceived "weirdness" to show His glory! He WILL MAKE A WAY. Want proof?
As we are preparing for this trip an email was sent about bringing your specific gifts to share with the girls in Moldova. Immediately I knew what that was, but promptly began to try to find something else. I thought, "Everybody will think I am such a weirdo wanting to teach these girls to fight". Honestly, I figured I would be kicked off the trip. I mean, others are bringing musical talents, craft talents, cooking talents....things they can really use. I struggled with God. As a matter of fact, when I finally sent my email about bringing my weird talent, I was almost defiant. With an eye roll and a teenage sigh I said "Your will be done" and hit send. Within a minute I received a reply saying "We need you in Africa. Let's talk about this when you get back." Excuse me? I can still go?
God dealt with me that day. I put everybody else's gifts on higher pedestals, He sees us as one. Do these girls need what I have to offer? If you have ever had your strength of being stripped from the fabric of who you are, would you need somebody to show you that you are not as weak as you were told? I have worked with women who have lost themselves. They find it behind the bag. It's not an act of violence, it is a release of all the hateful words that have been breathed upon them. They hold their head high, some for the very first time in life.
Am I weird? You bet...but that is just what God needs to make a change. One weirdo, willing to say yes.
Michelle
Well, the preparation is in full swing for my very first international trip! I'm leaving for Moldova in just 10 days! I'll be joined by a fabulous group of women, all of us writers and workers for the Lord. Needless to say, this Texas girl is a bit worried about the cold, but God is timely in calming my fears and keeping my anxiety at bay. I am learning to let go of everything I cannot control....which in most situations is everything!
As I have been in preparations, I have been thinking a lot about callings, gifts, talents and so forth. All my life I wanted to be special. I had always felt ordinary or below ordinary. I was so shy I would rarely venture out of the alternate reality I had created for myself in my own mind trap...there I was special. God uses life to grow us to our calling. Through circumstances out of my control He finally got my attention and pulled me (yes, pulled....I was kicking and screaming) out of my alternate reality and into His reality. It was as though I had finally woke up. I could breathe and live like I never thought possible. It took me being willing to yes.
For as much as I thought I wanted to be special, once I began to live in my calling, I thought it was just plain weird. I tried to separate my called life from my daily life. If you have ever tried to do that then you know it NEVER ends the way YOU plan. So, I struggled. For years I would play one card at church and hide my tricks under the table. Every once in a while God would open a door, either through a ladies retreat or fellow church member. It seemed that as soon as the door was opened I would dig my heels in and place my back firmly against it screaming NO!!!!!! There was even a time I felt that God must have made a huge mistake.....I got a bum gift.
By this point you are probably wondering what on earth this gift could be right? Human nature dictates we feed our curiosity. Well, I fell into the fitness world a decade ago, completely by what I thought was accident. I lived my fitness life and my church life respectively separate and I liked it that way. I could be myself in the fitness world. I could talk about anatomy, body fat and body image without feeling like I was digging into wounds I had no place looking. Then, I found a passion. Have you ever experienced true passion? I'm not talking about the fleeting lust when you first met your spouse here people...I'm referring to passion. Spark in the eye, dry mouth, heart pounding, "I HAVE TO CONQUER" passion. This is the stuff that gets you out of bed with a pep in your step. It's the spicy sauce that makes your life worth while. And guess what? God wants you to live with passion!!!! I found mine in fighting. Yes, my name is Michelle and I like to hit things. I mean, I REALLY LIKE TO HIT THINGS!
This began as a simple request. I was working at a gym and the kickboxing instructor did not show up. I, the yoga teacher, had to take over. It was awful...but I was determined to learn. That was nearly 10 years ago. Through those years I have broken away from choreographed fat burning to true impact. I have learned how strong I really can be. There is something magical for me about a woman who has felt stripped of all she has be able to unleash a strength she never felt. Now, I train in MMA, teach self defense classes and strive to empower people to be their absolute best. I really do live the dream! My dream :)
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
We all know that verse, but have we truly lived it. For years, I lived outside of God's plan thinking that the very thing He had given me a passion for could be of no use to Him. What a way to live! I felt torn between 2 states all the time. I was miserable and never really had a true sense of self. If God gives it, He can use. Honestly, He intents to use and if He gave it to you, you had better be willing to let it be used!
"Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you." Jeremiah 29:12
We often forget that verse. To me, it is even more beautiful than the first. He will listen. He wants to listen to me, He longs to make a way for my perceived "weirdness" to show His glory! He WILL MAKE A WAY. Want proof?
As we are preparing for this trip an email was sent about bringing your specific gifts to share with the girls in Moldova. Immediately I knew what that was, but promptly began to try to find something else. I thought, "Everybody will think I am such a weirdo wanting to teach these girls to fight". Honestly, I figured I would be kicked off the trip. I mean, others are bringing musical talents, craft talents, cooking talents....things they can really use. I struggled with God. As a matter of fact, when I finally sent my email about bringing my weird talent, I was almost defiant. With an eye roll and a teenage sigh I said "Your will be done" and hit send. Within a minute I received a reply saying "We need you in Africa. Let's talk about this when you get back." Excuse me? I can still go?
God dealt with me that day. I put everybody else's gifts on higher pedestals, He sees us as one. Do these girls need what I have to offer? If you have ever had your strength of being stripped from the fabric of who you are, would you need somebody to show you that you are not as weak as you were told? I have worked with women who have lost themselves. They find it behind the bag. It's not an act of violence, it is a release of all the hateful words that have been breathed upon them. They hold their head high, some for the very first time in life.
Am I weird? You bet...but that is just what God needs to make a change. One weirdo, willing to say yes.
Michelle
Friday, December 14, 2012
END OF YEAR GIVING
Most of us don't really think about end of year giving until taxes roll around right? The thing is, tax deductible donations are tallied up based on the total from the previous year. If you're looking for a tax break (um, hello? aren't we all???) then I have just the opportunity for you.
Children's Hope Chest is a non profit organization that helps children all over the world.
Before I give to any charity I always check them out with
Charity Navigator. Children’s HopeChest has a very high 3, almost 4 out of 4
star rating. I try to stick with charities that use at least 80% of their
finances for program expenses. You can check them out here http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?bay=search.summary&orgid=8290.
Now, you totally have the option to give to this particular trip OR you can checkout all the other options Hopechest offers for any giving. Any and all contributions count towards saving lives and YOU can be a part of something BIG. PLUS, most companies will match your donation to 501/503 C, non profit organizations. Most of these young adults simply want the basics: toiletries. Seriously, it doesn't get much more basic than that. If you're at all interested in donating to THIS specific trip keep reading. If your heart pulls in a different direction, simply check out http://www.hopechest.org for info on all they have to offer :)
The total cost for the trip is roughly $2500.00. Any donations would be greatly appreciated. If anyone needs year end charitable donations, this is a good one. In order to contribute to THIS trip, go to http://www.hopechest.org and click on the “Give” tab. Select “Trip Payments” and enter the amount of your donation, any amount is helpful. Use the Reference Number MT130101T and put MICHELLE CARLSON in the NOTES field.
Children's Hope Chest is a non profit organization that helps children all over the world.
As many of you know (or even if you don’t), I felt
called to do a mission trip to Moldova at the end of January. In Moldova, kids
are basically kicked out of the orphanages at age 14; because of this,
alcoholism among teenagers is very high and many of the girls turn to the sex
trade as their last resort. Others are lured in and trafficked against their
will. Children’s HopeChest has a program that helps teach them skills so that
they can earn a decent living and stay out of trouble. That is what I am
going over there to do. I'll be teaching self defense. Here’s a little info on what they are doing. http://www.hopechest.org/support-moldova/
The total cost for the trip is roughly $2500.00. Any donations would be greatly appreciated. If anyone needs year end charitable donations, this is a good one. In order to contribute to THIS trip, go to http://www.hopechest.org and click on the “Give” tab. Select “Trip Payments” and enter the amount of your donation, any amount is helpful. Use the Reference Number MT130101T and put MICHELLE CARLSON in the NOTES field.
In God's Love,
MichelleMonday, December 10, 2012
All WRAPPED Up
Any time we head out on the town as a family, my son and I play a little game. We challenge each other to find smiling faces. It may sound corny, but it's our thing :)
Last night we headed out to our church home for the annual Christmas Pageant and my son and I decided to engage in our little game. The pageant was completely sold out and the seats were nearly full. So, I'll be kind and say we're talking about a couple hundred people (in reality, that should be multiplied). I asked my son to count the smiling faces and he counted 6 and 1/2. The half was a lady whom he could not fully see.
After making this not-so-startling discovery, I asked him what he did notice about all the others. He said they seemed impatient and unhappy. Most were waiting for the show to start, some were barking orders about seats, and other were simply frowning. In the most joyous time of year, there seemed to be far too much bitterness amongst us all...
To me, this begs the question: Why the long face? Now, I get it. I don't know your life, but I would venture a guess as to the fact that you don't know mine either. In fact, many of us are blithely unaware of each others plights and struggles. I find it interesting that those who live with a pessimistic view of the world see those of us who seem happy as not having any problems to deal with. In reality, it is not the problems that are the problem...it's our mindset.
How do you handle the magnifying glass of the Christmas season? Do you hold tight to grudges you should have let go long ago? Do you intensify feeling of loneliness by cutting others off from your life? Do you try to make up for a years worth of bad attitudes by going "schedule crazy" in December? Or do you get into debt up to your eyeballs trying to buy favor from others? What do you find your heart all wrapped up in this Christmas?
I believe the key to a fulfilling season is found in the chasm of our mind. For example, if we only focus on how others have done us wrong we will eventually reap the bitter seeds we sow in our hearts. What's worse is the only one we hurt is ourselves. So what do we turn our mind to? I find my answer in the book of Isaiah.
Last night we headed out to our church home for the annual Christmas Pageant and my son and I decided to engage in our little game. The pageant was completely sold out and the seats were nearly full. So, I'll be kind and say we're talking about a couple hundred people (in reality, that should be multiplied). I asked my son to count the smiling faces and he counted 6 and 1/2. The half was a lady whom he could not fully see.
After making this not-so-startling discovery, I asked him what he did notice about all the others. He said they seemed impatient and unhappy. Most were waiting for the show to start, some were barking orders about seats, and other were simply frowning. In the most joyous time of year, there seemed to be far too much bitterness amongst us all...
To me, this begs the question: Why the long face? Now, I get it. I don't know your life, but I would venture a guess as to the fact that you don't know mine either. In fact, many of us are blithely unaware of each others plights and struggles. I find it interesting that those who live with a pessimistic view of the world see those of us who seem happy as not having any problems to deal with. In reality, it is not the problems that are the problem...it's our mindset.
How do you handle the magnifying glass of the Christmas season? Do you hold tight to grudges you should have let go long ago? Do you intensify feeling of loneliness by cutting others off from your life? Do you try to make up for a years worth of bad attitudes by going "schedule crazy" in December? Or do you get into debt up to your eyeballs trying to buy favor from others? What do you find your heart all wrapped up in this Christmas?
I believe the key to a fulfilling season is found in the chasm of our mind. For example, if we only focus on how others have done us wrong we will eventually reap the bitter seeds we sow in our hearts. What's worse is the only one we hurt is ourselves. So what do we turn our mind to? I find my answer in the book of Isaiah.
Even to your old age I am He, and even to hair white with age will I carry you. I have made, and I will bear; yes, I will carry and will save you. Isaiah 46:4
I am assured here that God is with me no matter what. I can let you in a little secret now: we're all human. Yes, even you. I'm sure I have disappointed people and I rest assured you have as well. God is higher and He is where our thoughts should rest so our souls can find rest as well.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
A Change in Perception
Christmastime has always been pretty mush the same for me. In my heart I strive to honor God and take a few moments each year to express my gratefulness for His sacrifice for me. Inevitably, my attention turns to gifts. I feel pulled in a thousand different directions from making Christmas list for each member in my family (oh, and each list for each person has to be different for each Grandparent), to striving to find a gift that will spark the wanted response. Most of the time the latter brings the utmost disappointment....
You see, this time of year has gotten to be too hectic for me. I wasn't raised this way. Don't get me wrong, I had gifts. Truth be told, my brother and I had excess of gifts on Christmas morning. I don't recall making lists for anyone but Santa and it felt like vacation lasted a lifetime. Now it seems as though my incessant requests for list making trump my daily duties as mother, teacher and business owner and my children are with me for fleeting moments before life settles in again. Last year it became evident that things must change.
My husband and I sat both of the kids down and talked with them about the "stuff" aspect of Christmas. We all decided that we would much rather give of the stuff since the Lord has allowed us to live so fruitfully these past years. The next step was finding the "what, where, and how".
Fast forward to the day my perception was changed. I had signed up to attend a vision trip to Moldova with Hopechest Ministries. On this trip (which is in January) myself and a group of writers will take on the task of ministering to girls who have been rescued from sex slavery. We will also be teaching in the local schools and visiting families who help these young ladies. In order to prepare for this trip, I involved myself in research. I found much more than I had ever dreamed of finding.
It was during a conference call a couple of months back that it happened. A small question was asked. The question was, "What can we bring for these girls? You know, what do they want?" The answer floored me. "The one thing these girls covet the most are simple toiletries: soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo.....these things are luxuries to them". Don't turn off now, because I know that is the first response! Think about that. I live about a quarter mile from a Walgreens. When I want soap, I get it. Honestly, I grab soap and loads of other things I truly don't need. When was the last time I actually used soap from Walgreens anyways? Nowadays we use the latest scent to tickle our fancy when these girls would love a bar of Ivory....
Greed. It clouds the mind and clutters the soul. It makes us believe that our homes aren't big enough, when they appear to be castles to many. Greed can make us feel as though we deserve better. Greed is the very thing that corrodes the veins within the human soul and leads us to believe we can simply buy our way into others hearts....once a year. I have uplifting news though: compassion and selflessness CAN rid the heart of greed. I'm talking about true selflessness here, not simple gift giving. There are times when the gift giving can be more selfish than withholding.
So, in this time that is to represent the goodness in the human soul, what will you do with this information? Will you close your eyes, shut it out and go on about your routine? Or will you CHOOSE to accept that you, yes YOU, could be the very one to help? And if it is you, what will happen if you ignore this call? Friends, I tell you honestly, I do not fear death. My biggest fear is coming face to face with my Heavenly Father and hearing the words "Why did you NOT do as I commanded with what I gave you?"
I leave you with one fleeting thought: If you're not uncomfortable, you're not doing enough.
Will you answer the call? Will you change a story?
http://donate.hopechest.org/site/TR/Events/CommunityPages?px=1038336&pg=personal&fr_id=1142
You see, this time of year has gotten to be too hectic for me. I wasn't raised this way. Don't get me wrong, I had gifts. Truth be told, my brother and I had excess of gifts on Christmas morning. I don't recall making lists for anyone but Santa and it felt like vacation lasted a lifetime. Now it seems as though my incessant requests for list making trump my daily duties as mother, teacher and business owner and my children are with me for fleeting moments before life settles in again. Last year it became evident that things must change.
My husband and I sat both of the kids down and talked with them about the "stuff" aspect of Christmas. We all decided that we would much rather give of the stuff since the Lord has allowed us to live so fruitfully these past years. The next step was finding the "what, where, and how".
Fast forward to the day my perception was changed. I had signed up to attend a vision trip to Moldova with Hopechest Ministries. On this trip (which is in January) myself and a group of writers will take on the task of ministering to girls who have been rescued from sex slavery. We will also be teaching in the local schools and visiting families who help these young ladies. In order to prepare for this trip, I involved myself in research. I found much more than I had ever dreamed of finding.
It was during a conference call a couple of months back that it happened. A small question was asked. The question was, "What can we bring for these girls? You know, what do they want?" The answer floored me. "The one thing these girls covet the most are simple toiletries: soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo.....these things are luxuries to them". Don't turn off now, because I know that is the first response! Think about that. I live about a quarter mile from a Walgreens. When I want soap, I get it. Honestly, I grab soap and loads of other things I truly don't need. When was the last time I actually used soap from Walgreens anyways? Nowadays we use the latest scent to tickle our fancy when these girls would love a bar of Ivory....
Greed. It clouds the mind and clutters the soul. It makes us believe that our homes aren't big enough, when they appear to be castles to many. Greed can make us feel as though we deserve better. Greed is the very thing that corrodes the veins within the human soul and leads us to believe we can simply buy our way into others hearts....once a year. I have uplifting news though: compassion and selflessness CAN rid the heart of greed. I'm talking about true selflessness here, not simple gift giving. There are times when the gift giving can be more selfish than withholding.
So, in this time that is to represent the goodness in the human soul, what will you do with this information? Will you close your eyes, shut it out and go on about your routine? Or will you CHOOSE to accept that you, yes YOU, could be the very one to help? And if it is you, what will happen if you ignore this call? Friends, I tell you honestly, I do not fear death. My biggest fear is coming face to face with my Heavenly Father and hearing the words "Why did you NOT do as I commanded with what I gave you?"
I leave you with one fleeting thought: If you're not uncomfortable, you're not doing enough.
Will you answer the call? Will you change a story?
http://donate.hopechest.org/site/TR/Events/CommunityPages?px=1038336&pg=personal&fr_id=1142
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