Monday, May 31

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Just off of I-5 onto 45th street, there is almost always a homeless man standing on the side of the street with a sign.

We drive into Seattle every week for church, and each time, my heart goes out to these people on the streets - and yesterday, there were about 10 of them crowded just off the street where we exited.

"Wow, dad, look at all those homeless people. I wish I had twenty H2O bags to give them right now."

Let me go forward a little now, and tell you another story before I tell you about church.

After church, we went to Pike Place Market to get a few gifts for some friends. Dad dropped mom and I off, we found a store, made our purchases, and then went outside to wait for dad where he told us to. As we were waiting, browsing through a clearance rack set just outside the store, a voice, calling to passing shoppers, caught my attention.

"ANYONE GOT A DOLLAR SO I CAN SMOKE SOME POT?"

I turned to look at him from behind the clothes rack. I've never heard homeless people shout such things to people. But there he was, with a sign I couldn't quite see, calling out to people to give him a dollar so he could smoke.

Now I really wish I had one of those H2O bags to give out.

Almost just as soon as I had noticed him, another guy came walking along down the sidewalk, tapping random people on the shoulder.

"Hey, do you have any change so I could get some food?"

Most people said no and hurried on - swinging their designer-store purchases in their bags. I so desperately wanted to give them something besides money. It saddens me how people can just walk on...keep moving...like they weren't even there. Because behind that sign, under the dirt, messy hair, and torn clothes is a person, created in the image of God, just like me.

Then dad drove up, and we got in the car and left. Later I kicked myself for forgetting that I had 5 Gospel tracts I had put in my purse just that morning, thinking to myself, "I should always have these, because you never know."

We passed shoe stores, designer clothing stores, sports gear stores, and so many more. And I kept thinking...How can we have so much when these people right in our midst have so little? And not only do they have nothing, they don't have Christ.

Now let me go back, and tell you about church.

We had a short message from a 90-year old man named Phil Smart, as part of the service they call "Witness to the Working of God", where someone comes up and tells you about a ministry they serve in and what God is doing in their lives and in the lives of others through their ministry. I don't remember all of it, but his testimony was very inspiring. Most people I talked to afterwards said we could have just ended the service right there.

One thing he talked about was a little card that was in our bulletin. Here was what the front of the card looked like:

He explained that there are 24 hours in the day, divided into 8-hour segments. The first 8 hours are for school and work ("or retirement, but I don't like that", he added) and the second 8 hours, right next to it, are for sleeping; resting up for the work you have to do. And then, the last 8 hours are for you to do however you please. Then, he told us about the 8 different pains that people have in the world, and how we should use those 8 hours to reach out to people. He told a very touching story to go with it, but if I try to repeat it, I'll probably ruin it. But it was inspiring.

Next he showed us the other side of the card:

Each of the letters represents the 8 pains, he said. The Hurt, the Hungry, the Homeless, the Unemployed, the Young, the Old, the Illiterate, and the Drug users. And the way that we reach out to them, he explained, is One-to-one.

After this, we had the sermon, which was extremely inspiring. Here are some things I gathered from it, in light of a lot of other things that I heard in various messages during the past week or so.

How would Dorothy live once she got back to Kansas? How would the scarecrow live with his new brains; and the tin man with his new heart? In the same way, how will we live, with our new life in Christ - the grace, the forgiveness, the joy that Jesus has given us? We should live the life God created us to live. Love as you want to be loved. You can be you, and still reach out to a hurting world - use the gifts God has given you. Respond to God's grace like the scarecrow would to his new brain.

Don't tell them what they should believe. Tell them what you believe.

Do you feel called to full time ministry? The answer is - yes. Jesus calls each and every one of us to be full-time lights for Him. Whether it's serving others through an organization or right around you - we should always be looking for an opportunity to bless others.

Just think what you could do to change a homeless person's life. A simple act of kindness could make their day - show them they do matter in the world, and most importantly, that they matter to God.

Thursday, May 27

Nationals! [part II]



That's right. I leave a week from tomorrow.

This is unreal.

::runs off to practice speeches::

Tuesday, May 25

Breaking My Heart

I saw the title of this song (by Robert Pierre) and I thought "Oh, great, a love song."

But that's far from what it is.



It's the joy...the choice to rejoice in heartbreak. God isn't breaking our heart like people do. He's molding us into the person He wants us to be, taking away the things we cling to so we can cling to Him instead the things of the world. It hurts. Oh, it hurts, so, so much. But it's beautiful - in such a painful way. It's...bittersweet.

You're breaking my heart - a little more every day.

There's little things that keep popping up in my life...sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller.

Knowing you don't belong there like you used to.
Seeing someone talk to someone else you really miss - who won't talk to you.
Little random, stupid memories that pop up in the most vivid pictures.
Watching two best friends together.
Not understanding how this could ever work out for the better.

Yet...there's this joy in knowing that there is something. Jesus is breaking my heart, He's pruning me to bear fruit for His glory. And it's so awfully painful but it's also so beautifully joyful. Because God doesn't just tear you away and then dump you. There are always joys in life, always beautiful, precious things to delight in - and He has blessed me not only with a few of those, but with some of the most amazing people to share it with me.

A dear friend of mine encouraged me the other night that sometimes seeds are planted when a huge fire or tornado comes in and carries them far away.

But I want you to know, brethren, that the things which happened to me have actually turned out for the furtherance of the gospel...(Phil. 1:12)

I love how you are....breaking my heart. A little more, each day.

Saturday, May 22

Nationals! [part I]



New news! (I like that phrase. New News. Anyway.)

So, you remember my IO got an AL (at large) slot to Nationals. I had two other speeches at the regional tournament - one was a dramatic interp, and the other was a duo with my brother.

I didn't expect our duo to break to regionals much less the semi-finals in regionals. They took all the duo finalists to nationals plus two from the semi-finals. Unfortunately we weren't in the top two. But we were third.

No, we didn't qualify. Or get at large. (we only took this to one qualifier and placed 7th)

Buuuuuuuut.

Someone dropped out of nationals. Which means - that's right - the next duo in line gets to go.

Guess who was next in line???!!!!!

Yep. So Winnie-the-Pooh, the "childish selection" duo, the "let's-throw-this-together-in-2-weeks-so-we-can-go-to-Idaho" duo: is going to Nationals!!!

I'm super excited, to say the least!! We're gonna get creamed for sure, but hey. I'm just excited it gets to go, that I'll have more to do during that week, and Oooh, I'm so excited. :)

Monday, May 17

Mister 9-year Old!

Yesterday, my baby brother turned NINE years old! I honestly can't believe things have gone by that quickly. One of my friends was guessing that he was turning 5 or 6 (she hadn't seen him in awhile. :P) It's insane how much that little guy has grown.

Here are some pictures from birth until now. Sorry for so many...

So excited for a new little brother!

This just says "CUTE!" all over it.


I do believe we have a picture of every single one of us kids with some sort of kitchen item on our heads!


Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him. And a threefold cord is not quickly broken. (Ecc. 4:12)

He used to think that smiling was showing your teeth. So every time we told him to smile, he did this:


He was very fond of this toy refrigerator....


Beautiful baby smile!


First thing I see in my mind is "King Pellinore" =]


Teach 'em young...

There is something about being a Dokupil and climbing on top of things.

TWO years old!! (He was a bit scared until we got over with the cake. :P)


He was literally in love with this dog. He got her in Singapore. Her name is Sassy. :P
Like I said...

Homeschool "school" picture. :P

He did gymnastics once upon a time. He was good, too.



So, you ever seen the movie "The Rookie"? We were imitating his...uh. Dramatic pitches. :P

Aghk! Getting so big! (yeah, okay, I'm being an annoying gramma type person. Get over it. :P)

Best Buds. =]

I must have missed a window of time for taking pictures. Because there's a big time gap between this one and the last one...

Book 1 Violin recital!





Ice Skating for the first time!



I'm so proud of this kid.

He has such a big heart - and the sweetest one at that too.


Such a handsome guy.

With an awesome smile and a cheerful personality.

And now he is NINE years old. Gosh. I remember when I turned nine...

I LOVE you John-Luke! Happy Birthday.