October 15, 2014

-By Grace-

captive no more, He is my King. 
today i choose slavery. 
i place my trust and hope
in the One that i love. 
and One i know 
Loves me. 

no more shall i become 
slave to my own wandering 
mind and sin. 
i am free as i wear these chains 
of joy, hope, and Love. 
and present the key for others to have broken chains
so they can share in His. 

today i promise: 
to let go. 
i know it won't be easy. 
that my heart may become broken
and shredded 
in the process. 
but i'm Yours. 
and that's all that matters. 
You have promised
to take broken things
and make them beautiful. 
so i pray to be broken. 

i see now. 
though i would never have chosen me, 
You have. 
though others would never choose me, 
You do 
everyday. 
You chose me first. 

so
gladly do i take
this bondslave's position
as semblance to what cross 
You bore. 
my heart is Yours. my life is
Yours. 
and i promise 
to let You
let me
take heart 
the rest of my life
since You have overcome
and You carry me. 

i refuse
to live by the daily existence. 
i choose to 
look at the eternal. 
and watch the sunshine sparkle
as i only see it when 
i trust in You. 

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October 12, 2014

-Tell Me Your Story-



"tell me your story, O child of the King." 

...and oh, even as i may run.
what hindered Love will only become part of the story.
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I wrote these words in my journal the other day.
Because my life is made up of a complete list of stories.
Chapter One, Sierra is born.
Chapter Two, Sierra is born again.
Chapter Three, Sierra steps out to adventure, and Jesus calls her back.
Chapter Four, Unveiling of a bigger plan- in which Sierra discovers her life purpose.
Chapter Five, Sierra learns the meaning of the word abandon, and all the wonder and sorrow and joy that comes with that.

But the ending hasn't come yet.

This season is an intense time of abandon, hope, and endurance; and realizing that times of challenge are great builders of character and perseverance, and preparation for what is to come. And reminders to invest in the eternal.
I see certain truths and lessons which are revealed within each chapter, and cling to each, tightly, tightly, as I continue the race. So abandon may sound like a record player these days. And I might constantly babble about how I only see these certain threads in these tapestries as God sees the eternal; and that's o.k.

tell me your story, O daughter and son of His Love. 

Is my focus on the eternal, constantly fixed on Him? And is all that I am His? 
I truly believe that each of us have been created with a ministry, and a personal heart for mission. Are we "for Christ and His Kingdom?"

"This is a day I have awoken in with a purpose; will I affect eternity with each breath?"
"Am I willing today to put as much heart into sharing Jesus with others as Jesus put into saving...me?" 

It's autumn.
Harvest time.
The time to impact others for Jesus is right now.
The harvest is now.
Jesus has given me a calling. Whether it's through my writing now. My groups of hungry kidlets every day. Through the hopes and plans and prayers I have for pursuing YWAM next summer. I am learning the power of impact.

I need more training.
As others have pointed out countless times, I'm most-definitely unqualified. I'm small-- by the world's standards.
I am weak and foolish, admittedly so.
But so was Hadassah.
So was Paul.
And the Lord used them for mighty things.

The window of our lifetime is small: it's a vapor.
But people are His treasure.
So simple, yet so profound.

We have been blessed in order to bless others.
Whoever loses his life for My sake has found it.

Chapter Five, Sierra learns the meaning of the word abandon, and all the wonder and sorrow and joy that comes with that.
Paragraph Six, In which she learns that Loving unconditionally hurts, and it's work; but also that it's a privilege, a gift, and it's worth it, and she can't-- won't-- bury it.

tell me your story, O beloved one. 
let it be one which glorifies Him. 

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October 3, 2014

Eucharisteo | v.7



eucharisteo: yoo-khar-is-teh'-o               to be grateful, feel thankful, give thanks. 

"The root word of eucharisteo is charis, meaning “grace.” Jesus took the bread and saw it as grace and gave thanks. He took the bread and knew it to be gift and gave thanks. Eucharisteo, thanksgiving, envelopes the Greek word for grace, charis. But it also holds its derivative, the Greek word chara, meaning “joy.” Charis. Grace. Eucharisteo. Thanksgiving. Chara. Joy." -Ann Voskamp

Being thankful for the little gifts that He gives us in every day life. These posts of "things to be happy about"  will be sporadic until i've reached 1,000. Some will be beautifully worded. Some will be broken. Some will be a short sentence. All will be gifts.

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number sixty-one: Discussions over deeply insightful books. I've missed these, but they truly make my days. 

number sixty-two: My job at Anthropologie. Though I can't say too much here, I'm definitely learning so much about people, about working with others, about scheduling... and I'm on the lookout for opportunities to share Jesus in this season. 

number sixty-three: Cooler breezes in the air. I could talk way too much about weather, but truly. I'm an out-of-doors fairy. Being trapped in the heat all summer takes away a spring in my step which somehow makes itself part of the pattern once this season kicks in. 

number sixty-four: Learning patience. Learning grace. Learning rest. Learning trust without borders. 

number sixty-five: The Lord already presenting new opportunities to prepare me for the future. "Another group of kidlets? Yes, please! Thank You, Jesus!" Finally recognizing the gifts that I truly have, and applying both gifts and abilities to serve my Savior. I am absolutely content. 

number sixty-six: How Jesus sends me verses that apply to my situation every single day. I am in such awe. Such awe. 

number sixty-seven: All the different lines in people's hands. It could sounds strange, and I promise I'm not a "psychic" or anything; but I believe hands tell stories- praying hands, wrinkles, ink marks, soapy, worn, lifted hands. I'm intrigued. 

number sixty-eight: ...'Cause I hear a Voice and He calls me redeemed, when others say I'll never be enough. And greater is the One living inside of me than he who is living in the world. There are days I'll lose the battle; Grace says that it doesn't matter because the Cross has already won the war. I am learning to run freely, understanding just how He sees me, and it makes me love Him more and more. 
Commence the joyful singing of these words. 

number sixty-nine: Stories left behind by heroes of the Faith, those who spur me toward His plan and encourage me in faithfulness, joy in suffering, and perseverance

number seventy: Homemade bread. Enough said. :) 

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