God’s Chosen

Dear Blog,

Every week I go to Church.

Every week it has an impact on me.

Every once in a while I help hold a Church serivce at a convelesent home.

Every time I do, it has a HUGE impact on me.

At first it seems impossible that I could reap more blessing from the hospital than from my “real” Church. It is dingy and dirty. The people are grimy and strange. The service is made up of a few misfits…not even real pastors. The worship service is one piano player and someone on a tuba. It’s small…on the outside, but from the inside, that’s where I’m impacted.

This group of misfits has the biggest hearts I have ever incountered. We step inside the room, my mother and I, and we are greeted with the shinning faces of the patients. They are so greatful for even the small things we do, even if we screw it up pretty bad. Every moment there, is a moment gained in Joy. It impacts my heart more than anything.

This place, a forgotten corner in the world, is where I am blessed so very much by people long forgotten by society. To think that these people with full hearts and bursting smiles were once the target of destruction in an age passed is unbelievable. People like Stolin and Hitler wanted to rid the world of these so called disabled. They were only hiding their own infirmities. They wanted to be rid of the deaf, mute, and blind. In truth, though, they were the deaf, mute, and blind. Deaf to the voice of God. Mute to the words of truth. Blind to the beauty of others. Shame on them…..shame on me.

How many times do we forget the hearts hidden by broken bodies? We look on the outside, watching and noting every fault of the outside beauty while ignoring the inward beauty of their souls (1 Samuel 16:7).

Would you believe me if I said their voices, raised upwards in praise to God, is the most beautiful sound in all the world? Why? Because they believe the words and pour their soul into their worship. It is a gift from the heart instead of from their lips (Matthew 15:8).

Would you believe me if I told you that to such as these God gives His kingdom? Why? Because they are like children, believing, honest, and accepting (Matthew 18:3).

Hallelujah!! Praise to God for giving us these misfits as examples!! May we be like them!!

These are God’s chosen. Never forget them. Find them. Love them. Hold them dear.

In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith


Why Worry? It’s Only Life.

Dear Blog,

I stared at the X-rays displayed on the computer screen. My heart skipped a beat.

Is that really what I look like?

The picture presented my back…hunched, crooked, curved; it resembled a heart born into the depravity of the world’s sin nature. The similarity was that both needed healing, but in different ways.

My back, Doctor Hart explained, would have to undergo a physical healing. A brace would have to force my spine into it’s correct position: straight, tall, level.

But, I thought, isn’t there another way?

Physical problems have a tendency to cause spiritual problems. We get mad at physical trials and then turn to our spiritual life and get mad at God for our physical trouble.

It’s a normal reaction because it’s life.

Life, it’s a hassle. It’s a pain in the rear. Life has a habit of hurling problems into the heart of your soul, where it will be the most felt, where Satan could cause the most pain.

He is our enemy. If we are searching for God’s truth passionately we are his largest target. He’s at the wheel and we are the chickens on the road. It will be hard to avoid the tire.

God promises that our life will be hard. In fact, He tells us that it is essential for the Christian walk. “Whoever does not carry their cross and follow me cannot be my disciple,” (Luke 14:27). We need to be prepared for roughness in all areas of life, and we need to bare them with patience and worship.

Worship? Worship God for our troubles? Yes, because this is the way He heals our spiritual wounds. When we let go of our grief, depression, and strife, then turn around and give Him worship our souls are put to rest.

We have all heard the story of Job. How he was inflicted with all kinds of tribulations, but instead of cursing God he cried, “blessed be your name[!],” (Job 1:21).

If we accept the easy things in life, than shouldn’t we also accept difficulties? Not only accept but worship and thank God for them? If we worship God and get rest, when we thank Him we’ll get more then rest…we’ll get joy!

God revealed something to me a couple of weeks past. I was astounded, and so was my mom when I offered thanks in a prayer for my back problems and my disappointments. I hadn’t offered thanks for them in the attitude of Job, but rather with the same outlook of James. “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know the testing of your faith produces perseverance,” (James 2-3).

Can you imagine! God loves us so much that even if we are living in pure trial and trouble, then we are still reaping blessing! 

“God,” I had prayed. “Thank you for the tribulations every day brings us. Thank you for the assurance that we can know that even through the rough and hard times, everything that You do is for our good and for your glory.”

What a thing to keep in mind! The knowledge that anything, anywhere, anytime, no matter how terrible, God is working it out for His glory and OUR good!

In that doctor office that day my mom held my hand, and looking into my dark green eyes searched them. Her lips formed a single question. I read them, and listened to the sound of her words.

How are you doing? I looked back at her, fully aware of how hard the next year would be. I replied intending to be funny, but it came out soothing to my mother. A lullaby to her worry. I can’t really argue with the only One who knows what’s best for me.

It has been about six months from that day, I’ve had my brace on every day for half of that. I’ve had to wear it standing, sitting, sleeping, moving bricks, weeding, baking, cooking, cleaning, riding a bike, playing basket-ball, and playing my fiddle. I’ve had the opportunity to question God, and turn my back (no pun intended =] ) on the sentence that held me from the gates of grief, sorrow, and depression in the office of Dr. Hart. But I haven’t. And, I pray I never will. 

Now I have a new outlook on life. I know that it is filled with strife and sorrow, complications and confusion, hurt and pain, but knowing that God is blessing me through every part of my life as long as I keep Him as my focus I can shrug my shoulders and say…Why worry? It’s only life.

In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith