The Isolation Cabin

Do you remember how in The Parent Trap, while the girls were at camp, they got sent to the isolation cabin, but that's where they started to become friends and finally realized that they were twins? Well, I have a feeling that God is attempting to do something similar with me this summer.

I am working at a summer camp up in the mountains and I feel very alone. I rarely have cell phone service, but even when I do, my boyfriend is working at a different camp and is busy most of the time, one of my closest friends is in Kenya, and one of my other closest friends has been in Israel. On top of not being able to reach people back home, I worked here before, however, I took a few years off and now I have come in knowing essentially no one.

But because I worked here before, I know how people act here, at the very beginning I began to fall back into the gossip and cliques and really everything but love that tends to make up this place. After a little while thought, I decided that I didn't want to fall into that again this year.

As I began to work on loving people and being kind, I found it to be much harder than I had anticipated. Had camp already changed me back into the person I was three years ago? The girl who fell so easily into these temptations? Surely not.

I began having small breakdowns nearly everyday during which I would cry for a few minutes and then pull myself together and go back out to face the world. I blamed these instances on missing my friends and my boyfriend, but this just didn't seem like the kind of thing that would keep me continually in this state for so long.

When I woke up at 1:00 this morning, I had a very sudden realization of how alone I am, I had felt alone before tonight, but I had made friends and I had people to hang out with, so why did I suddenly feel so very isolated?

I started to put the pieces together and came to the realization that I was alone in my attempt to change my role in the culture I am living in. I have no one to talk to about how I wanted to change the way I've been acting and the things that I would usually do to help with this feeling like corporate worship and fellowship aren't options here.

In the midst of my heartache stood my Savior, He said "you have been using so many things that are meant to reflect Me and show My Glory in place of Me, so I have taken those things away from you for now, and I am leading you to scripture, you are not going to always have a group of people to help you when you struggle, but you should be coming to Me first anyway. I am your Creator and I have made a plan for you, no one else knows this plan, so you're going to need to start looking to Me first."

 I have been so cut off from the world and from other Christians and it has been really difficult so far, but maybe as I realize what I need to do to help with this, things will become easier as I fall on the Lord.

Music II

I wrote a post a while back about how important music is to me, especially music about the Lord.
I talked about how three songs had been my prayers to the Lord and over time they had turned from prayers to praises, because I had seen the Lord work. I've have some new songs that are speaking to me right now and I wanted to share and explain them.
The first is a song by The Collection called To Dust, I first heard about this song while one of the leaders on my trip to Boston was telling me about some of the music she listened to and why she liked it. She pretty much just said the whole last verse of this song to me while we were walking through the streets of Boston, and since then I have listened to it more than anything else. Sometimes I put it on repeat and just leave it for a couple of hours. There are several parts and pieces to this song, it's all really gorgeous and magnates to be beautifully poetic and fantastically candid at the same time.
"well I remember when You danced with me in the mud so ever frequently, and I didn't wash my feet for weeks for fear that the muddy healing would rub off"
I just relate to this line a lot, it makes me think of times when I've gone on mission trips and grow a ton with the Lord over a short period of time and it was never overly religious or strict and legalistic, it was like dancing in the mud with my Father as He explains how much He loves me and wants the bet for me.
"I used to no love You, but I changed my mind and if that happened once, could it happens, how many times can I 'still have faith'?"
This describe basically the way that I have been thinking for about six months now, thinking about my journey with the Lord and how I made a decision to follow Him but then sometimes looking at my life and seeing that I struggle to follow Him, and asking myself, "well i changed my mind to choose to follow Him, could I change it again to not follow Him?" which has kind of become a haunting question in my life this year, but is something that I'm working through.
But it's kind of answered in the next line
"but You are forever, and if we brave this weather, You go and walk across the water to keep me from drowning to the bottom"
This has been the thing that has brought me so much peace since January, it's not up to me, I made a choice, but I didn't save myself, He saved me, and I can't do anything to change that.

Now, the last verse of this song has just kind of been on my heart constantly since I first heard it in Boston in March.

"I was staring, looking back, out the keyhole of my door

You saw that I had seen you, and I fell to the floor


You were dancing with the children and loving all the broken


And I was too scared to come out


And then you busted through my doorway and it seemed so very violent


But peaceful words came out and silenced all my silence


And I realized that the knowledge that I thought that I had known


Was nothing compared to you coming to my home"

The first few lines there are so how I looked at being a Christian before I actually became one, and how I, sinfully, sometimes still view it. I grew up almost bombarded with the gospel and the stories of the Bible, I had Christian parents, I went to church every Sunday and Wednesday, and I went to a Christian school, no part of my live was away from it all. But the way that I saw it was so distorted, and sometimes the way that I see it now is still distorted. I felt like I just wanted Christ around to make sure that I wasn't going to go to hell, and I felt like that whole like relationship thing was just how bad people became good people, how broken people became whole. But I didn't need that of course, I was a good girl, I wasn't broken, but of course I was, I would never have gone outside to be loved with the other broken ones because I didn't see myself as broken, and sometimes I still have trouble reminding myself that I am broken and in need of Christ. I feel sometimes like the pharisees that Jesus rebukes for being like a cup that they was on the outside so that it looks nice but leave the inside dirt covered and disgusting. I am seeing more of the inside of my broken and twisted heart this year as I've been given more freedom to pursue my own wants and desires which are so often incredibly sinful. But then I think to when Christ did burst in through my doorway and how I realized that all that I had thought that I had known about Him and what it meant to follow Him was nothing compared to actually being close to Him. 

"And I could be content to forget everything I've known, and fall asleep right now, for good, before Your throne."

December 10

I thin God is trying to prove a point to me in a way that He often does. Generally when I know He is trying to tell me something, the first time He says it, I think "alright yeah, I've got it" and His response is always, accurately, "no, you clearly don't, so let's go over it again". I'm like a poor student who thinks they can handle the lessons better than they really do. So, after yesterday finding what I wrote last year about coming back to see God's faithfulness, I was looking aimlessly through the files on my computer and I came across something that I wrote over two years ago about a moment of moving back towards the Lord. So, same as yesterday, here is what I wrote two years ago:

"December 10, 2013

Recently, as simply part of my life, I have had a feeling in the back of my head of myself moving away from God. Every time this happens (and I feel it is way too frequently) my first reaction is that God is pulling away from me, when I know that actually God is chasing after with all of His might, and that to get away from the effects of His love, I must be running hard in the opposite direction.

I always miss the beginning of this, I never notice myself starting to move away from God, but instead I find myself mid-stride, halfway through an attempt to runaway like a child who didn’t get the toy she wanted. I’ll find my Bible gathering dust in a bag from the last trip I took it on, and I’ll notice that last date in my journal is one from months ago, or I’ll realize that I cannot find one of the aforementioned necessities, or that I don’t remember where a book or a verse can be found (not to say that you have to know every book of the Bible in order or that if you don’t know the exact reference of every verse, but I have found that when you truly fall in love with God’s word, and you are really reading it, you just tend to know where to find things).

Usually, just noticing that I am drifting isn’t enough to get me back into reading my Bible everyday and really listening to what God has to say to me. Usually (and I really hate that this happens often enough that I can even use the word “usually”), it takes a good hard push from my Creator to remind me that His love for me is not just something that I can remain “just ok” with, that it is something so powerful that I should not be able to help but act upon it.

This time around, my “shove” was a reminder of the journey of a friend of mine, and how much God’s love really, truly, actually changed her life. I have known this girl for almost three years now, and she is a fantastic person, now when I met her, I probably wouldn’t have said that about her, in fact, her closest friend at the time’s mom was actually worried about her daughter hanging out with this girl, and was only allowing it because she was bringing her to church. Then, she wasn’t what you would call a “good person”, and she certainly wasn’t a “church girl”, and according to people who have known her longer that me, that was her getting better. But over the first year that I knew her, I literally watched her life transform into the person I know today.

Two weeks ago, I asked her about a locket she was wearing; inside of it was a single word, “furious”. Two years ago, that word would have meant to live life furiously, to take it by the horns and have as much fun, and be as cool, and be as crazy as possible, but now, that word has a totally different meaning to her. She showed me an entry in her journal about it. It was a brief overview of her journey from her former life to her current one as a child of God. She talked about how God had furiously fought for her in so many situations in her life, how He had given her parents the courage to love her and care for her and to be the parents that’s she needed, how He had kept her from places and people that would have damaged her life irrevocably, and how He had always kept her in a place where there was a way out. There is a song that describes God’s love in a way that is a little different than what we normally think, “His love is deep, His love is wide, and it covers us, His love is FIERCE, His love is STRONG, and it is FURIOUS.” C.S Lewis described it perfectly: as a lion. It’s not something tame and captious, it is a furious fight for us against the one who wants us dead.

With the reminder of this I can’t keep living like I have been, I like the way it is described in the Afters’s song: “I feel alive, and it hurts for a change. I’m looking back, and it’s hard to believe that I was cool with the days that I wasted complacent, and tasteless, and bored. But that was yesterday; I’m never going back to easy. I’m never going back to the way it was. I’m never going back to ok.” I don’t think I can continue in living my life in a state of being “ok”, it just won’t do, because my God has fought and is fighting for me furiously, and that is not something that I can leave unnoticed.

His love is deep, His love is wide

And it covers us

His love is fierce, His love is strong

It is furious

His love is deep, His love is wide

And it’s waking hearts to life

He is jealous for me

Love’s like a hurricane I am a tree

Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy

And all of the sudden, I am unaware

Of these afflictions eclipsed by glory

And I realize just how beautiful You are

And how great Your affections are for me

I DON’T HAVE TIME TO MAINTAIN THESE REGRETS WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE WAY THAT HE LOVES US."