A Creed

Live life unhindered
Cast off the sin that entangles
Run swiftly and stay steady
Believe not in yourself
But in the power of salvation
Give grace
More than you receive it
Love recklessly and honestly
Hold nothing back
But live fully
In awestruck wonder
Of the glorious Creator
Praise unending
Always worshiping
Out-loud and silently
Do glory for God
Give Him all you’ve got
Don’t be afraid to stumble
But be humble
And learn from your mistakes
Take heed lest you fall
Never be proud or conceited
But consider yourself a servant
Die everyday to self
Live in rapture of the Almighty
Give Him glory always
Make yourself less
So He can be made more
In your life
Be an example to others
Show kindness to your neighbor
Give to the least of these
Show everyone honor
Rejoice in every day
And soon you’ll live a life of love
Like Christ did
And that is the goal

In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith

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No Love Story Compares

I watched Pride and Prejudice again today.

I’m a little ashamed to say it’s my favorite movie and I’ve watched it too many times to remember, too many times to count. I still remember the first time I watched it, how I melted when Mr. Darcy looks at Elizabeth as he confesses his love to her (for the second time) in that sunrise-meadow. And how my heart turns when Elizabeth steps forward in her answer to his request for her hand, and she takes his and they hold each other. Those same feelings, from the first time I saw it, return every time. It hasn’t gotten old yet.

I, like any young girl, have all the whimsical romances of a heart yet to love. I hold onto the dream of someday marrying my own version of Mr. Darcy with eager expectation. (Though I hope he looks a little more like Jim Elliot, Keith Green, and the apostle Paul.) This is a very strong desire rooted deeply in my heart. It’s right there next to serving on the mission-field. The two are kinda tied together in this crazy hope to maybe meet someone as passionate as I am about over seas evangelism.

However, as amazing and Christ-like as that sounds, I have to admit that both of these desires, especially the love one, have become temptations in my life. They have distracted me from keeping a Jesus focused heart.

Like now, I’m up late tonight – the rest of the house has settled down for sleep – and I find myself searching a beloved christian blog for posts about holy love. And as I begin to read about what Godly marriages are like I feel so unsatisfied. It’s almost like God is calling out to me, asking me to put that down and pick up the Word. He is my true Husband and He has written me a love letter. He calls out softly, like this intimate whisper, asking me to put away the blog and pick up my Bible.

So, I do.

I find Ephesians 2 and revel in it. What love story compares to this? 

“…BUT GOD, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christby grace you have been saved – and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” (v. 4-10)

He loves us with great love.

And we are His workmanship, His poema. That Greek word where we get our word poem.

That means so much to me, this childish thought that my Jesus, my God writes poetry… out of me! I am His poem!

There are those little treasures in scripture which God, my Father, my Husband, leaves for me to unearth. The little treasures buried in a field of immeasurable riches

There are other scriptures like Ephesians 2 that make my heart turn. Scriptures like Psalm 100. Scriptures like Romans 8. That make me pause in an awestruck moment and ask Him in a passionate wonder of love, How could You? How could You love me so much? 

And the simple return is, “I just do.”

“There is in the higher type of love a supernatural element that cannot and does not attempt to give reasons for its existence. It says not “I love because”; it only whispers “I love.” Perfect love knows no because.” ~ A.W.Tozer 

We are His workmanship, His bride, created for Him. Created for this crazy, unexplainable, unpredictable love.

Love where He gave His lifeto give me mine.

Love where He came downto raise me up.

Love where He gave everythingto give me everything.

Mr. Darcy doesn’t hold a candle to that. Neither does Jim Elliot, Keith Green, or even the apostle Paul. Not my future husband, and not any man.

Yes, I still dream about my human husband. I have a firm assurance that God Himself gave me that desire. But I still have quite a while to wait for him. As I wait and pray for that future gift, I am praying even more that I will daily fall deeper in love with my true Husband, my Lord and Savior, my Jesus. 

For He is worth so much more!

 

In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith

 

“O Lover of Thy people, Thou hast placed my whole being in the hands of Jesus, my Redeemer, Commander, Husband, Friend, and carest for me in him. Keep me holy, harmless, undefiled, separate from sinners; May I not know the voice of strangers, but go to him where he is, and follow where he leads.” ~ Puritan Prayer, Valley of Vision

Bless The LORD

Psalm 103:1, “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name!

Psalm 104:1, “Bless the LORD, O my soul! O LORD my God, you are very great!…”

At all times I will bless the Lord
His praise shall ever reign my tongue
My heart’s song an offering to be poured
From the lip of which the wellspring spills forth

My soul makes shout in psalms of praise
Oh, Lord, my God, my only boast
With bended knee, my hands to Him I raise
This my pride and joy, to exalt His name

Precious, Holy, Jubilant name
Producing fear in all men’s hearts
The Great I Am, from age to age the same
To Him glory everlasting proclaim

 
In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith

Lead Me to the Rock

Psalm 61:2, “… Lead me to the rock that is higher than I… ”

Lead me to the Rock
That is higher than I
That is giver of life
That is always nigh

Lead me to the Rock
The Stronghold of Zion
The Slaughtered Lamb
The Mighty Lion

Lead me to the Rock
Whose blood was spilled
Whose tomb was empty
Whose life was killed

Lead me to the Rock
When I bend my knee
When I seek His goodness
When His face I can’t see

Lead me to the Rock
Where I can gain peace
Where I can be free
Where my joy will not cease

Lead me to the Rock
In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith

Looking Forward

God has stolen my heart for missions.

And for the first time in my life I’m actually daring to whisper to my soul, “I might be a missionary”.

Could it be? Could it truly be that way back when I watched that three minute trailer for the Drop-box, God was laying the groundwork in my heart for a life-long work of missions?

I get chills when I think about it… That’s just how awesome our God is!!!

I’m in very deep, daily, prayer about it. I’m fervently asking God where He wants me to go, and what He wills of me. I’m praying about all of my different options, eager to know His direction as to which one He wants me to take.

Currently, the best option seems to be YWAM, a three month training program back-to-back with a three month outreach program, focused on teaching youth how to be the active body of Christ on the mission-field. There is a base ten minutes away from The House of Hope, so I could be trained while still being able to see the precious little people who have captured my heart.

That is what I’m planning to do for the time being, but if God chooses to lead me another way I am in complete surrender to His will. Not my will, but His be done. 

I am terrifically impatient to be off, though, and must constantly remind myself to seek God in this time and in this place, for one thing is sure, no matter where I go, I won’t be going for at least a year. I still have commitments here in the US and I must fulfill them before I head to YWAM (or wherever God takes me) in the fall of 2016.

I am eagerly asking God to use me here and now. I know God has a wonderful purpose for my future, but He also has a wonderful purpose for my present, and I don’t want to miss it! 

I’m praying for open doors to use my gifts.

I’m praying for ways to be involved with ministries here.

I’m praying for friends and community to surround and support me.

I’m praying for God to provide the money I need for YWAM.

I’m praying for patience, peace, and joy as I serve in the one ministry I know God has given me above all else; my family.

I’m praying that God makes it clear to me what He wants me to do with this year.

“You have me here for one more year, Lord. What do you want me to learn.”

I’m praying that the Lord makes it clear where He wants me to go, what He wants me to with my life, and that He will prepare the way before me.

God is goodI know that with every atom of my being. And I feel so in awe of Him that He would use my life for His glory. I want to make the most out of that immense and completely undeserved blessing.

Like I said, I’m gonna earn five more talents for my Master.

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In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith

 

God, is this possible? Is this possible the trip you’ve taken me on? This crazy roller-coaster of faith? And I look back and try to pin-point where it all started, and I think you might be laughing at me because really… “Before the foundation of the world”. NO! Really? Can it be…? I can only go as far back as my conception, knowing that You had a reason to place my soul in the womb of my mother, so that I would be born in this household. In this home that calls You, “Lord”, and for as long as I can remember it lived out the gospel message. I can remember all the times You made it so clear to me that I was Yours… And You never even thought about letting me go. And I’m bewildered, because I’m so unworthy and yet You chose me. I am Your workmanship created for good works, and I am clay in the Potter’s hand, and I am predestined for Your purpose. No, God… Really? Yeah, really. Now, all I want to do… all I ever want to do, is bring You glory. So, Lord, show me how. 

Saying Goodbye

Saying goodbye was hard.

It usually is.

I spent my last moments cuddling up with three sweet girls at the orphanage. They were playing a game with Jancee. He would hide somewhere, they would sneak up to his hiding place, then he would jump out and scare them. All three girls would then come screaming for protection and would collapse on me in a fit of giggles and shrieks.

One of these girls was Kristina, and she has absolutely stolen my heart.

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When the taxi arrived, I walked solemnly out of that joyous home, and I thought that maybe my heart would break. My insides were turned right upside down. I got in the cab, and as we drove away, I passed the familiar sights of the neighborhood. This neighborhood I had walked through so many times holding tiny hands of little souls I loved so much. I couldn’t hold back the tears that welled up in my eyes.

Then, there was the flight home. The whole of which my heart was uneasy with leaving behind so much.

I would have stayed. If I could have I would have missed the flight and spent the rest of my life serving God in that maganda country. But I had to come home to my commitments. I had a family that wanted me back. But as much as I love my amazing family, leaving the Philippines was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. And each day that passes it becomes harder. My soul is so restless and I miss it so much.

I think I left my heart there.

On the way home I wrote a prayer to God as I considered arriving back in America. It was a discouraging prospect, certainly. And as I thought about it something a friend said to me came to mind.

“I hope God ruins America for you. I hope you become unsatisfied living here and are pushed to go somewhere else, seeking to serve God where He is most needed. And I would be fine if you died in poverty, if only I knew it was because your last breath was spent trying to help those living there.”

I don’t think he realizes how much God has ruined America for me. For years now I have been unsatisfied by it. And maybe it is because God is preparing my heart to serve Him elsewhere.

I certainly hope so.

Maybe in the Philippines. But wherever it be, if I’m serving Him like I did there I know my heart will be full. God has certainly given me a heart for missions and I am praying where exactly He will lead me to go. I am excited, if not a little impatient, to be sent off once again.

Like I’ve said so many times, in imitation of that great prophet, “Here am I. Send me.”

Here am I, fill me, send me, use me for Your glory!

 

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In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith

These Filipino Kids

During my travels, I was privileged to visit an island right off of Cebu, Philippines. It was a tiny one, a 45min motorcycle ride to get from one end to the other. Vision Help had recently founded a church there, and John wanted Caleb to film the work they had been doing. We stayed in a room off of the church sanctuary.

What was crazy about this church is that it had become the kid-hang-out. Kids of all ages would flock to the church courtyard and spend all day under the shade provided by the tree there. We became very close in the four days I got to spend with them. And by the time I left I got this crazy whimsical idea that maybe someday I would want to live with them… We’ll see what God does with that one.

 

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You know that old Simon & Garfunkel song, ‘Cecilia’?

Those boys were singing it loud to me.

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I don’t know where on earth they would have heard it, but it made me laugh. They sang it loud, accent and all, and I laughed loud. “Oh, Eleyana, you’re broken my heart…”

You know, teenagers here in the States think they’re so cool. They put on their sun-glasses, whip out their iPods, and think they’re the best things since sliced bread…

Well, they got nothing on these Filipino kids. These boys and girls who talk fast and are quick to laughter.

These sweet kids who don’t care whose watching when they dance for God’s glory. (I never got that tune that they were dancing to out of my head.)

Isn’t this crazy? ‘Cause self-conscious me didn’t want to get up there with them when they were practicing on the stage.

But then a thought occurred to me… Who would be missing out if I said no to being crazy with a bunch of giddy kids? 

Mostly me.

But I would also be letting them down, and what kind of Christ-example would that be.

I only let myself think “self-conscious” for a moment before I squash myself down, slap a smile on my face, and jump up on that stage. And yeah, I probably look a little goofy as I try to learn the moves, but who cares when they are laughing at me and their faces light up full of joy.

And then they start singing this ridiculous song and we laugh together. Yeah, we laugh together and get lost in the fun of it all.

I fall in love with them, and they fall in love with me, too. I’m made a sorta big sister to them all as they look up to me knowing I don’t look down on them, and we can just be real with each other.

The guys are confident and jovial.

The girls are shy and meek-hearted.

And there is this little boy, who is probably seven, and he has a HUGE crush on me. He stares at me and blows me kisses. His name is Jerome and he is so spunky. He sings at the top of his lungs, and it’s so off-key, but I love it!

“I neeeever know how much it cost, to seeeee my sin upooooon the cross…”

It’s coming up from the foot of my stair-case, and how can I help but smile as I watch him from my perch above.

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The girls ask me to lead a kids bible-study and I say yes completely unaware that none of the kids I’m supposed to be teaching understand English. But I teach them Jesus Loves Me and they’ll have that in their hearts for the rest of their lives.

That alone made the confusion of struggling through non-communication worth it.

After the study we walk to the beach.

“Aren’t you scared,” the girls ask me as we walk onto the dock.

I look behind me and see they all have a hint of fear in their eyes, and it hits me, they don’t know how to swim. But they grab each others arms and walk boldly onto the dock and keep one eye on the waves below. And they laugh as they pull each other and joke around.

When we’re on the sand I’m amazed by all the shells. I look at them in wonder and start collecting a bunch. They giggle. It’s not so special to them. I suggest that they each pick one that they can write their name on, so I can take it home. Their eyes get big with excitement and they start collecting heaps of shells. Each of them has a good hand-full by the time we leave. And on the way home we sing worship music to the Creator of every shell, every laugh, and every beautiful off-key voice. And I know God was smiling down on us, maybe laughing with us, too.

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In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith