To Do Good...

One of the greatest secrets of planting and reaping up a harvest of righteousness is doing good. Everytime "let him show it by his good life, by deeds done [in humiliy]" (Ja.3:13). But doing good is a sacrifice. It will always involve giving on the part of the do-gooder. I love the mark of love that Mother Theresa has left for us: She said, "I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." But when you come against a situation where you do not feel like you can give any more love, that is when you need God-love. Only He can make it possible to love like He did. In case I haven't taken my case home: serve others, put them first. It's easy to know God, you do good and forget about yourself.

Live like a Christian!

Just when we think it's all a bunch of steps in the dark we have to make, concerning the big decisions nineteen to early twenty-somethings have struggles with, it's not always so easy if you've become a "somebody" with standing, or a person who went into debt for sake of "good-times" and fun...Not even if you travel around and see places all over and have a dream home with a family who loves and cares for you. Something may look good, only to not be as good as "so and so's" or whatever life you may wish to have different than what you have. Because selfishness battles to portray happiness in a way that is more than''' more than what you have. But key to happiness is "loving what you got" as one song states it, adding more to satisfaction, yeah, that's just for overindulgence, or nausea. In a position of defeat, being single with babies or married and have to run schedules and ops you find some work for pennies or a man who is half what you want and nobody's happy. Even if you do it right you can be miserable. If there can't be hard work and hard prayer and hard waiting on God's timing and hard awareness of evil....whatever situation a young person might approach. The part I see about indecision is laziness. All that's not worth it for us. It's going to take some good collection of funds...some good strategic planning, waiting on God's timing for a love-bird of one's own to continue in ministry with. It's just time for us to pray for what you want and serve other's in whatever loving way God has shown you. Josh Harris isn't the one who's started the service-mindset, but by way of starting it fresh in our Gen-Y day...yes, we did learn these things and there's no excuse not to live them. Other's may not have seen any other choice. That is for the Christion to quit his foolishness and declare God's righteousness and love with all that God has given us for influence now. Praise God and live right!

Revival here...

Hasten the day, let's rejuvilate the church!

Ministry of Heart

Recently I was met with instruction in love, totally God-appointed and here's how it happened: I was ravished. I reached. I received. Praise the Lord! I was met with unusual challenges this week...thankfully, my brothers and sisters were there to lean on and God in Christ prayed for my poor tent of bodily weariness. I'm so thankful. But, yeah, this ministry of heart is what I'm getting at...encouragement. love. honor. sharing. devotion. That's what's needed. And there's always going to be hurts and needs. I cannot pretend I've got it all together or simply cope because that's stupid, I know I have need. Do you know you do? We as the body need eachother, daily, as long as the day, until Jesus comes. Let's do so.

Thank God for Amy

Amy Carmichael is my heroine! Although I cannot imagine leaving America right now because of all the work I feel needs to be done reaching girls in the city where I live; it does leave me wondering where I'll be when I let God really have His way with me :) Oh, dear! You will be there, my reader, my witness to see God work His work. Here and now, I have really ordinary tasks. Nothing like shaping your attitude in the base things as Amy Carmichael has said herself

"If by doing some work which the undiscerning consider 'not spiritual work'I can best help others, and I inwardly rebel, thinking it is the spiritual for which I crave, when in truth it is the interesting and exciting, then I know nothing of Calvary love,"

If I can work at base things with a heart full with love, I know that this yes this is what the Father wants for me, and knowing this He may choose to use me later, how He will, whatever that may be. Be patient little child.

"Utterly Irregular"

This is my generation: "Utterly irregular." This is taken from a beautifully disturbant speech at my graduation. Utter- Irregularity _fitting not to the public standard, yet forever and always in the public eye. Not because of us, but because of Whose Name we bear are we in the spotlight of the world. Marked by difference. We are

• Daily cross-bearers.
• Preachers of peace
• Proclaimers of God's truth
• United in love the world over
• Ceaseless intercessors

And why would we want to be anything else? Obviously this is not for cowards. I wrote in my Bible once that being Christ-like, is anything but cowardice. And I know it is, because I have "died" to that old life I thought was so very important to me. Time and again I died these deaths. Until recently have I learned that all death is swallowed up in victory. That victory is mine and has been won so I might always see this one thing before me - the cross of our Lord.

Grace Shields

Have you ever felt the power of God come on you in the form of a grace shield? The day is overwhelming, your body eats a schedule with its regulated doses of anxious torment and your spirit experiences soreness until God bursts in with His love over you. It's like a warrior jealous for you to know a secret plan of war and the revealing promise of endless days of peace afterward. Rejuvilation in action.

True Beauty

Arguments in my head were leading me into that prison of self-pity. I left my house for a break from my studying. I decided I would walk the pain away. As I was going my Jesus called to me. He said "Andrea. Andrea walk with me." He was drawing me, comforting my soul. The rain had been pouring in a small storm. When it was ended I walked down the street in tears, in anguish of heart. All of my reasonings weren't accurate, I knew. A puddle of muddy water below me, I gazed into it. The clouds were reflected in it. I looked above me and saw the real thing. Gorgeous. I looked back down at the puddle, now I saw that the reflection could not compare to the real thing. "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know...." (1Cor.13:12) I was looking at my circumstance through a glass. God wanted me to see how glorious His plan for me, out of that darkness really would be.

Preaching Jesus

It was in Las Vegas. Two men stood at the crosswalks boldly proclaiming Christ to hundreds of silenced people slowly shuffling the sidewalks. The men were sweating for the Gospel in the heat of that glorious day. Was their message in vain, though? It looked to be. The crowds were packed against the other like a full glass jar of marbles. "Come to Jesus. He can set you free." No one else joined them. Not one voice was raised against them. Could the people hear? Yes. Did they? I don't know. The message was the same as it has always been. Many diverse people. One single need. These men were living their Christianity. It was heroic, but it is simple obedience. Preaching Jesus is like every other obedient act toward God. Jesus wants our obedience.

Revival is here!

God's power is working. Let's rejuvilate the church!

Gina

A friend in Christ. Now a missionary. She had a way of enlightening me to the person of Jesus. Gina showed me how to picture Him, and understand how he really feels about me - she'd never tell me - she let me fill in. Her purpose: that I might discover Him for myself. I'll never forget that. She always saw me cry tears of joy, though I had come to her with tears of uncertainty. And when I'd smile through my wet face out of realization of God's extravagant love - I saw her own eyes well up with tears.

Work

I care for a client with Alzheimer's disease. My job has humble tasks such as bathing, cleansing, feeding, dressing, turning(change of position), slight upkeep of the home, lots of tlc: these tasks grew me up so much. I know my routine, yet it has variables, the way I speak to her, and assure her. The way I read to her, and chide her to allow me to care for her. When I sing to her, or let go of an "argument." And then there are always the waiting periods. The "waiting" has been for me, a time of solace and joy - because I've made it that way. I'd much rather be for her a joyful presence than a rush-rush care worker, the affliction is hard enough. Alzheimer's maligns its wearers and sheds no tear.

Small Joys

Today I got to read a story to my client and also I read her Psalm 84. I don't know if she understood everything. She is dying, and it's important to me that I be a calming presence to her for the time is short. That is what I've decided I want for her. By God's grace, last night He had given me a similar blessing. I was sitting down next to my two little boy cousins reading to them. They were captivated and hung on every word. Oh! I love what comes of the small joys of life. I marvel at God's handiwork.

Reason behind this blog:

I came up with the title "Rejuvilation" out of creative notion. Some of you may be wondering about why I chose that to describe my blog. For 2 things:

1 Bipolar - When I found out I was bipolar, an illness of 2 "poles" (these being both high and low emotional states) I essentially became new in my person. I was struggling under so many changes. My medications were changed. My personality was strained - stressed and strained. My body was utterly exhausted. My mind was so busy and so burdened. (I'm o.k. now, my meds are perfect for me and I am well!)

2 spiritually - God gave me Himself, the reality of my life is His Presence. His Spirit has comforted me, given me soundness of mind, love so immense, and power - that same power that raised Christ is in me! And I have His Word! I searched and searched and I found Him! I was so broken, but He made me new again.

Purify Me!

Don't you agree that hard words that people say to you whether you think it's of God or of flesh (whether their motives are pure or evil) are beneficial? God uses both to bring out the truth in you. God wants to see you transformed to His likeness. Out of your old pattern and into the new. I don't know about you, but I'm ready. "Purify me!"

Go Before's

The go before to Faith: The transforming work of God in the heart of man.
The go before to Missions: Prayer.
The go before to Confidence: Trust in God.
The go before to Satisfaction: Trust in God.
The go before to Work done for God: Desire after God.
The go before to Ableness: Life by the Spirit.

Brianna whom I babysit 

me 

Go Ye

I've been reading Amy Carmichael's bio. Chance To Die. Interesting to note: Amy got started as a missionary long before she was sent. She worked hard and kept busy. It's amazing how innovative she was, the ideas she had for reaching people in her community, she carried out. And her courage! What no one else was willing or even conceiving of doing, she was doing! She listened to God and went for it, no reservations, and no looking back. Oh to be like her and lose my life to find it in God and His work!

Do You Worry?

For the analysts out there: Our tendancy to "overdo" becomes an encomberance that looks like a blessing. I'll show you what I mean. A task clearing the dining room table, for instance, becomes a "let's see what else we can clear..." so we do the counters, side tables, coffee table, floors, and that's all well and good, but we end up spent. When taken to the extreme, that is, if we overdo the overdoing - before we do it - we become panicked to paralyzation. We are not able to accomplish anything. And the emotional response then would be anger -especially if there's someone pushing you to do more. The others could be feelings of uselessness, an "I don't care" attitude, or maybe you would end up in tears. No matter your situation, there's a spiritual lesson that can be drawn from this.

To analyze can often lead to worrying excessively. In both cases the "doing" or the "sitting" can be problematic, because ultimately we want to get our eyes on things above, on Christ. Prayer does that. Prayer that just has you crying "help" is enough - God meets you there. It should never be forced. Even if you don't say anything to God, but you get your gaze on Him. That's all. That is enough. Try it!