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Monday, July 14, 2008

  • tartu

    caravaning in estonia is not altogether that difficult. most places we've visitied are about 3 hours max driving distance. but somehow the ohio like terrain is relazing to us all. there's something about the flatness, the nearly naked pines and subtle two lane road we call a highway. it just casts quietness over the vans and soon we find ourselves drooling with mouths agape. i've mastered the art of dozing thru bumps, foreign radio shows and the shifting of gears... among other things.
    needless to say, we arrrived in tartu bright and chipper, tho a bit stiff.
    after settling in at the dorms, we were off to the corps. the 14 or us in addition to the corps people, filled the room. major was glowing about each filled seat. it was an odd sight and sound as major pirijo spoke in finnish to virginia, who spoke to evelin in estonian who spoke to us in english. confused yet? you should have seen our head bob in unison as we listened and watched each language spoken from different corners of the small room.
    at the end of our welcoming, we were to mingle and fellowship. i've been practicing my estonian, well phrases that is, and i've found the people to be so sweet and willing to allow me to practice. so i had a bit of holy boldness or maybe pride *tinge of guilt* as i approached two elderly women at the back.
    i'd noticed they sat separate so i took some initiative and started the chit chat. evidently i did somewhat well enough because one of them begain rattling off to me. i grabbed my cheat sheet to read how to say 'i don't understand' or 'i only speak a little,' which didnt work. so i opted for a translator.
    i sat and talked with her all evening. even tho we rotated thru 3 different translators. she revealed to me a bit of her heart, in relation to her family and to the soviet oppression. all the while i praed for understanding. for the holy spirit to mediate the conversation. at some points i knew what she was saying before her words were translated. i loved her honesty, her sincere interest, and her heart.
    when it was time to leave, she held my hand saying in english 'see you saturday, god bless.' so sometime when i was out of the room, she'd gottn it translated so she could say it to me herself.
    after a few drives, visits and open airs, it was saturday night. i was greeted with a warm hello as i entered. gave my testimony that night (a preamble to my sermon which you will see soon), short and sweet. about the importance of using names. how difficult some are and yet how simple and altogether beautiful...
    her name is silvi, pronounced like sil vee.
    after the service on sunday, she came to me saying 'small gift, god bless.' as she placed a bar of chocolate, map of tartu, and self addressed post card in my hands. i was so surprised. i hugged her and said thank you (äitah) and god bless (jumal onistagu teid) back.
    i didnt expect anything more than a kind word. actually im a bit of pessimist slash realist and wasnt even expecting that. the card reads in estonian, 'be happy my very good friend.' awwww...
    its so odd to me how the littlest things can make an impact. i didnt realize that by my lending and ear and maybe goofing off a bit, that i would make a friend. and now i can continue to speak the love of christ into her life for an even longer period of time. i didnt expect that at all!
    tartu was sweet in so many ways! both figuratively and literally!

    *please pray for silvi and her family*

    blessings!
    ~jenn

Saturday, June 28, 2008

  • hands on mission - narva estonia

    our boxy red ero van pulled into narva late evening. the clouds were un yeilding and over cast threatening to unleash a any moment. the eight of us along with capts henderson bustled into a typical russian restaurnt for food and fellowship. (which i must say, was quite good) i, at once, noticed what i perceived as a quiet spirit from the both of them. and slowly i saw their love, both for each other and others in general. we only spent a short time in narva itself, but even in such a blink of an eye, god spoke and worked.

    we went on a prayer walk one night along the city streets. divided down into groups we each took candles and set out. americans in narva are one thing, but when they all match and are all holding candles, well thats a whole other scenario.quite interesting. the city itself is much different than any i've ever been to. it was foreign in every sense of the word. lookin around i could see so much grey. there weren't brightly pinted buildings. the playground equipment was rusty, over grown and long unused. graffiti tags adorned every wall and even doors and cars. the buildings were dilapidated. the air itself was even heavy with greay. as we walked i searched for hope. i prayed that god would show it to me somewhere. it began to sprinkle lightly, extinguishing my candle and at the same moment i heard a child cry from not far off.
    "lord show me hope." i prayed
    i searched the faces of passersby. but nothing. as the rain picked up and pooled into puddles at my feet i wondered to myself and to god. "what difference a can i make? here i am a foreigner walking thru a place i don't know, what good am i? what can i do?"
    a lawn mower. i thought. i hadn't seen one since leaving ohio. if i had a lawn mower, i could tidy p things. an some paint. i could cover the graffiti and paint the playground.and then i realized that my american mindset was rising withiin me. the extreme home makeover thinking process, that comes in and does a complete exterior/interior over haul. fixing things. improving things. thing. but its often more than just things that need fixing. in actuality its more in need of a spiritual fixer up.
    i continued walking as i processed. and stepped into a puddle, causing ripples to race and fan out from my toes. soon after i heard children laughing and playing. as the rain continued to gently fall, the sun shone from patchwork sky. the first time i'd clearly seen it my stay in narva up to that point. i felt like god literally said to me, "i'm here." that he was with me. that he was within me. and my bringin him into narva, much like my toes in the puddle, would make a difference.
    we soon stopped of at a ramshackle building. appeared to be an almost ancient warehouse. a crowd of children were gathered outside watching, pointing and grinning. i'm not sure if they were happy to see us or if they were happy to have something to point and laugh at. we began our ascent up 5 flights of cracked cement floors. the air was stale and the walls were covered in graffiti. every inch had been signed or scratched over with sharpies, paint andoddly it was all in black. by the third flight, my legs and arms had become sore and my chest heavy. but not because the steps were steep or too much. my eyes were stinging but not from dust. i was becoming spiritually overcome. i didn't fel strong enough to go on. my pace slowed, but i pressed on. all around me were signs of oppression and hate. drawings of rage and hurt. bombs, guns, bodies, words, and the occult. i'd nvever seen such a thing. i willed for tunnel vision as if it were a black friday christmas gift.
    finally reaching the top floor and stepping into the hallway, i was caced with a vey tunnel like passage. broken fllor boards poked thru thin and unglued fake linoleum. the walls were literally crumbling. one bulb less socket hung alone at the end of the hall. we stopped at a press board plywood door. i now understood wehere we were. the woman who'd accompanied us fumbled for the right key and after much struggle, revealed to us her two room apartment. hanging from the celing were ros of baby clothes. mattresses were on the floor as well as an infant bath tub filled with dirty rags. she told us how proud she was that she'd gotten an apartment. she'd gone all over looking and had been refused by so many landlords. she finally had somewhere to call home. mhairi asked if she could pray for her. as she prayed and captain translated. i soon found myself in tears. i couldn't nderstand. couldn't believe where i was really existed. it was beyond me. and here we stood as mhairi prayed in power. she told the woman not to ever just settle. that as a child of god she deserved the best and should keep on pressing on however difficult and thru itall to rely on god and serve him only. i cant possibly remember all that was said. but i do know that i was moved beyond words. god shoed me hope. it was in this woman's smile. and in the laugh of the infant in her arms.narva is not gray, because god showed me a rainbow to prove it.

    lesson of the week - russian (spelled phenetically) SMO TREE CHAY NAH HEY SUE SAH = watch jesus

    love & blessings!
    ~jenn

Sunday, May 18, 2008

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    By Joss Stone
    Change Intro
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    Change

    Changes!

    "You see I know change
    I see change
    I embody change
    All we do is change
    Yeah, I know change

    We are born to change
    We sometimes regard it as a metaphor
    That reflects the way things ought to be

    In fact change takes time
    It exceeds expectations
    It requires both now and then
    See although the players change
    The song remains the same
    And the truth is
    You gotta have the balls to change"

    -Joss Stone "Change" (Vinnie Intro)

    God is speaking to me today. He has been for a bit now, i'm just not sure exactly what He's saying. therefore, i must write. writing in and of itself brings a natural flow to my thoughts which automatically orders things. so when i'm all jumbled inside, the only thing to do is write.

    I slept well but not really last night. had many dreams, one of them unpleasant. i woke and slept off and on throughout. yet i was still comfortable somehow. got up and began getting dressed with evey intention of wearing my uniform but couldn't for one reason or another. and i was getting seriously frustrated. so much so that i text-ed my officer ahead of time to apologize.

    when i finally got to my pew and glanced over the program the first thing i noticed was one of my favorite prayer choruses. the one i always sing when i feel i need to draw closer to Him. "you are my strength when i am weak..." very personal lyrics that get me every time. the second thing i noticed was the sermon title "changes!" i knew with just that simple word that something was in it for me. actually during the praise and worship time as we sang my favorite song (well, i hummed, my voice is scratchy) i was feeling moved. and i was really contemplating going to the altar. tim stood up almost as soon as i had entertained the thought and said that he believed someone needed to go to the altar right then. i denied it, and stayed seated. so did everyone else. i know the Holy Spirit was speaking to his heart about me. but i wouldn't have any of it. tears are a sign of weakness for me. if someone sees me cry i know they see that i have a problem. i don't want that. yes, maybe i am a perfectionist at times.

    anyways. next sunday is my farewell sunday. i'll be leaving center hill, going home for a week and then to star lake to prepare for missions. i'm really getting nervous and worried. maybe i resist change. i don't know. and then there's been an opportunity presented to me thats really hard to pass up and i'm seriously considering and weighing it in my mind. and i do believe that God has given me the answer of whether to take it or not. but i sit here worried about telling anyone about it. i won't post it here until i tell the ones i'm afraid of telling. maybe i fear that i'll be a dissappointment or something. yeah, i do fear that. i want those i love and care about to think the best of me. i want to be good enough. and then there's the changes in the division and territory. most all of them i see as good. but a couple of them do influence me. and i am ok with that for now. i don't know. its just that in the next few months, there will be big changes in my life. you know, the life changing stuff. things that will alter who i am and what i become. and i fear.

    the above song lyrics went thru my head in church today. and yeah, it is secular in origin. but i believe it's our job as christians to take the unworthy and make it worthy. billy booth did that with bar tunes, why can't I? anyways. pardon my french but "i've gotta have the balls to change." i didn't know the song ended that way til i looked it up just now. but i think that speaks directly to me. i can't be afraid. a bit of anxiety is ok, but i can't let fear control me. i've got to step out on faith and act on what God presents to me. in the past everytime an amazing opportunity has presented itself, i've jumped on it. why am i so afraid now? because of man? how i dare i hinge my decisions based on what man says when i serve a living god who speaks daily to me of what i am called to do for Him? how dare i?! and how dare anyone else expect that of me? no matter which way i decide, which path i take, both ways are in serving the Lord and in seeking His will. that is truth.

    Pray.

Monday, April 28, 2008

  • taken

    Definition of Taken-

    Past principle of Take

    transitive verb
    1: to get into one's hands or into one's possession, power, or control: as a: to seize or capture physically b: to get possession of by killing or capturing c: to move against and remove from play d: to acquire by eminent domain
    2: grasp, grip
    3 a: to catch or attack through the effect of a sudden force or influence b: to catch or come upon in a particular situation or action c: to gain the approval or liking of : captivate, delight
    4 a: to receive into one's body b: to put oneself into for pleasure or physical benefit c: to partake of : eat <
    5 a: to bring or receive into a relation or connection b: to copulate with6: to transfer into one's own keeping: a: appropriate b: to obtain or secure for use
    7 a: assume b: to enter into or undertake the duties of 2: to move onto or into : move into position on c: to bind oneself by & to make especially with finality or authority d: to impose upon oneself e: to adopt as one's own & to align or ally oneself with f: to assume as if rightfully one's own or as if granted g: to accept the burden or consequences of h: to have or assume as a proper part of or accompaniment to itself
    8 a: to secure by winning in competition b: defeat
    9: to pick out : choose, select
    10: to adopt, choose, or avail oneself of for use: as a: to have recourse to as an instrument for doing something b: to use as a means of transportation or progression c: to have recourse to for safety or refuge d: to go along, into, or through e: to proceed to occupy & to use up &: need, require
    11 a: to obtain by deriving from a source : draw b: to obtain as the result of a special procedure : ascertain & to get in or as if in writing & to get by drawing or painting or by photography & to get by transference from one surface to another
    12: to receive or accept whether willingly or reluctantly as a (1): to submit to: endure: withstand: suffer b: to accept as true: believe: follow: to accept or regard with the mind in a specified way c: to indulge in and enjoy d: to receive or accept as a return e: to accept in a usually professional relationship —often used with on f: to refrain from hitting at
    13 a (1): to let in: admit (2): accommodate b: to be affected injuriously by: contract; also: to be seized by c: to absorb or become impregnated with; also: to be effectively treated by
    14 a: apprehend, understand b: consider, suppose c: reckon, accept d: feel, experience
    15 a: to lead, carry, or cause to go along to another place b: to cause to move to a specified state, condition, or sphere of activity c: to stop prescribing a specified regimen to —used with off
    16 a: remove b (1): to put an end to (2): to remove by deathc: subtract d: exact
    17 a: to undertake and make, do, or perform b: to participate in
    18 a: to deal with b: to consider or view in a particular relation; especially : to consider as an example c (1): to apply oneself to the study of (2): to study for especially successfully
    19: to obtain money from especially fraudulently
    20: to pass or attempt to pass through, along, or over intransitive verb 1: to obtain possession: as a: capture b: to receive property under law as one's own 2: to lay hold : catch, hold3: to establish a take especially by uniting or growing 4 a: to betake oneself : set out : go bchiefly dialect —used as an intensifier or redundantly with a following verb 5 a: to take effect : act, operate b: to show the natural or intended effect 6: charm, captivate 7: detract8: to be seized or attacked in a specified way : become




    in every sense of the word..... i'm ...... taken.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

  • that's BS!!

    Got your attention, didn't I? What did you immediately think of when you saw BS? hmm... no, in this case it's something quite interesting/important. Bible Study. And just like a moment ago when I got your attention, God did the very same thing last night. And not just to or for me. Really, I love feeling the Holy Spirit speak to and work in those around me. It's just refreshing. And it also amazes me, how one bit of Scripture can be multi layered, speaking different things into different people. Simply put, it's just cool. The selection for the night was from Colossians 3:
    Rules for Holy Living
     1Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. 2Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. 3For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. 4When Christ, who is your[a] life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory.

     5Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is idolatry. 6Because of these, the wrath of God is coming.[b] 7You used to walk in these ways, in the life you once lived. 8But now you must rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips. 9Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with its practices 10and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator. 11Here there is no Greek or Jew, circumcised or uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave or free, but Christ is all, and is in all.

     12Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. 13Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. 14And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.

     15Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. 16Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. 17And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

    Deep stuff, eh? This is one of Paul's hard core messages. It digs right in and gets to the heart. I'll let you interpret for yourself what it means to you. But for me personally, it has something to do with the song below by Vicky Beeching. (beautiful song!). It's been my prayer before, but is now being renewed again. And with the sun shining so strong and gorgeous today, and the gentle breeze blowing loose tulip tree petals, I can't say or feel anything different than the words of this song. I love how my Heavenly Father speaks to me!


    Jesus, my passion in life is to know You
    May all other goals bow down to
    This journey of loving You more
    Jesus, You’ve showered Your goodness on me
    Given Your gifts so freely
    But there’s one thing I’m longing for
    Hear my heart’s cry
    And my prayer for this life

    Above all else
    Above all else
    Above all else
    Give me Yourself

    Savior, the more that I see Your beauty
    The more that I glimpse Your glory
    My heart is captured by You
    Jesus, You are my greatest treasure
    Nothing this world can offer
    Could ever compare to You
    So, hear my heart’s cry
    And my prayer for this life