The Rest is for the Birds

Today has been a crazy day.  We were running to and fro, checking ticket prices, communicating our needs (which for some reason can be quite stressful), praying and interceding, changing diapers and stopping tiny brothers from tiny-brother-tackling one another and poking out their tiny eyes... I just can't quite describe this day exactly right.  I knew we'd buy our tickets today even though we were lacking more than half of the supposed needed amount.  It's an assurance I'm not sure I've ever felt before; a weird sort of stillness in the midst of figurative storm.  

     On top of ticket stuff, and sort of off topic, we found out that someone who had attended one of our artistic variety  shows last week,"La Varieté"(a show with performances of artists of all shapes, sizes, and walks of life), had decided to take her own life.  That night, the night of the variety show, one of the artists shared about Jesus after finishing his performance.  It's not a usual part of the agenda because it's not what you might call a typical "Christian" event but it was something he felt he had to share that particular night in front of everybody.  It was almost as if the gospel was oozing out of his pores and he couldn't help it.   

    I'm not sure what this has to do with our trip to Asia but it was all coming down on us all at the same time today.  All day we seemed to be seeking God, not for answers but for guidance, about so many things.  My sweet nephew Milo went to be with the Lord almost 2 years ago to the day and I've long since learned not to look too hard for answers.  I've already found THE answer and the rest of it no one has been able to figure out since the beginning of time.  No, I don't look for answers.  I look for guidance, mainly in how to obey that sweet voice of love within that drives me on and carries me all at the same time.  I still ask questions, I guess they are just different kinds of questions.  Somehow it all comes together for me - our mission, the girl who was so sad she took her own life, and our Asia Project.  The world needs love, the world needs Jesus, and I'm ready to share Him with those who'll accept Him or not. 

     If any of you who have been following our story and don't really know my best friend Jesus, my Father and Brother, but would like to know this love that casts out fear and doubt, depression and rage, sadness and deceit, let me know.  I'd love to introduce you to Him.  You'll never be the same once you find THE answer.  The rest is for the birds.

The Limb May Break

Do you ever wonder if God has left you all alone on a weak cracking branch where you were 110% positive that He had called you to step out upon in the first place?  You are out of hope, out of cash, out of "luck", and out of time.  There you sit, with chin depressingly resting in hands, listening to the slow crack, crack, crack of the branch, just waiting for it to either break completely or for God to miraculously do... something.  You rack your brain thinking of all the ways he might save you, what it might look like, and then you begin to plan out what you might do if the branch breaks.  And back and forth, back and forth, back and forth your mind goes between the two scenarios, your head filling with doubt, worry and dread.  Then all of a sudden a third thought comes to your mind, "what does He say about all of this?" And then it comes rushing back to you... do not worry about what you will eat and drink or what you will wear... Faith is the hope of what you don't see.... Worship the Lord at all times because He is worthy of praise... The Lord is our strong deliverer... And there you are with the loud cracking of the limb in your ear trying not to worry, trying to keep the faith as you slowly but surely fall.  What are you missing here?  The same thing Peter was missing as he began drown after his brief stroll on the water: a steady gaze upon the face of peace, truth, and love, the face of Jesus.  Who called you to do what you are doing?  Jesus.  Why are you doing it?  Because you love Him.  Since when did the God of the Universe, the maker of heaven and earth, creator of all things lose control over stormy seas and cracking branches?  Never.  So what's the "plan"?  I'm going to sit on this fragile limb and worship Him til my praises drown out the noise of the breaking and my faithless doubts.  Not ignorance or denial.  I am completely aware of my situation.  I simply choose to believe Him beyond what my eyes can see and my ears can here.  Let the branch break completely if it must.  He will catch me.

To find out more about our current "branch", our #KingsKids #AsiaProject, check out my earlier blogs.  What's your cracking branch?  

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My Closet

I was inspired one day to sell just about everything in my wardrobe in order to finance an outreach with my family and children's choir to Asia.  Why the desperation?  This is not the first time I've had a gut feeling, a burning push from within to do something special.   The feeling doesn't come all of the time but I've come to learn that when it does, I'm better off obeying it.  My husband and I volunteer full time in Buenos Aires,  Argentina with a non profit.  We work with an amazing group of kids which, among many other things, performs as a children's choir.  As I began to watch them raise  funds with such faith and conviction for what seems to be an impossible mission, especially for children of such humble means from a 3rd world country, the burning feeling came again and with it came wth inspiration.  For the last week I've been posting our clothes and electronics on a facebook page I affectionately named My Closet and, to my surprise, people started buying!  We have a little over a month and are nowhere near our minimum goal $8,000 for air flight tickets alone but that won't stop us.  We humbly come with our "loaves and fishes" just like the boy in John 6:1-14, and await a "feeding-of-the-five thousand" sort of miracle.  If you'd like to add your "loaves a fishes" to our basket, you can send your gently used clothing to our contact in the Washington State to be sold through ebay or My Closet.  All profits will go to the King's Kids Asia project.  Any cash donations can be sent via PayPal to rosesnbloom85@yahoo.com  Cash donations are tax deductable and donors will receive an official letter from YWAM Argentina for that purpose.  Shoot me a private message if you'd like to be part of our miracle!    Thanks for reading!