Thursday, March 31, 2016

Enrique's Journey

Recently I read the book Enrique's Journey. The true story follows Enrique, a seventeen-year-old boy from Honduras in his fervent attempt to cross the United States border to find his mom who had crossed eleven years earlier to find work in order to put food in her children's mouths. They say you can never understand someone's story until you walk a mile in their shoes, and that's exactly what this reporter did. She hopped trains and faced situations of robbery and imprisonment (saved only by documents from the government to aid her story) in order to fully understand what Migrants go through.

Anyone who knows me well knows how my heart breaks for injustice in this world, and while reading this book my heart was weeping from the hurt and the brokenness that is dealt with in families across Latin America. The desperate situations that drive children aged 10 to 17 to face a perilous journey alone, or adults to leave their families for safety or money... All I wanted was to reach out to all of them and reassure them that it would be okay. That's the problem though.

See, it's not all going to be okay, not on earth at least. We live in such a hate filled world where we're too scared to reach out to those different from us, too desperate to reach the top of the social ladder, to do anything to help fix the brokenness. Why must we be so greedy? Our lives in America... It's not the norm. Most of the world is in worse condition than us by far. I honestly wish I had the courage to drop everything and go help the hurt and the lost in this world. The question is, am I willing to give up my comfort? In the end, I don't know. Although materialism has always disgusted me, spending money on unnecessary stuff when there are so many things in this world that need the funds more, I do enjoy having a warm bed in a safe house with the assurance that tomorrow I'll wake up with a secure life, and I don't know if I could give that up.

In the end though, I want to do something. I want to help all the migrants looking for a secure life and a happy family, all those who starve in third world nations while we sit here throwing away last night's leftovers. I don't want my legacy to be that I thought, oh, it would be nice if I helped things change, I want it to be, Sara loved others and she wasn't afraid to give things up to help them.

So Enrique, I'm hoping your life is happy, and know that you and so many others have my prayers and support. Maybe one day the world will be a better place, where we all love and look out for each other. 

I'm tired, I'm worn

I'm tired, I'm worn. My heart is heavy from the work it takes to keep on breathing.

Few things in this world have connected with me as much as this song. The truth of the matter is that I am tired and I am worn. Every single lyric from working to breathe and life not letting up connects to me. Right now, it's taking some pretty serious effort for me to keep on breathing. I'm finding myself in a scary place that I haven't been in since 8th grade where my thoughts and questions and concerns and worries and doubts are building up and taking over my thoughts. So it was a Godsend when on my way home tonight, as my thoughts were starting to weigh down on my shoulders, this song came on the radio. Hearing it reminded me that I can be reborn, the struggle ends, and I am not alone. Not alone in my struggles and doubts, and also not getting through it alone. This song has never failed to give me hope and peace since I discovered it. 

So yes, I'm tired and I'm worn, and breathing is taking a lot of work, but redemption will win and the struggle will end. I just have to remember that you, God, will give me rest.


Friday, March 18, 2016

My time at the Mountain

Here I am sitting in my room after getting home from five days at God's Mountain, a summer camp in Rushville, Missouri.  I honestly don't even know where to start.  It was amazing.

During our first full day there, Sunday, we didn't begin any work projects, but I think that was more than fine because we were all ready for a break from school and work, so getting to run around and hang out was perfect.

Monday is when the fun really started.  We got assigned to different work groups, and I was placed in a group that worked under the instruction of Conrad, a man who frequently volunteers at the camp with his carpentry skills to aid in the construction of buildings and landscaping.  Two other people on the trip and I spent the majority of our work time together for the first three days (Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday), putting trim on the corners on the cabins (we mastered nail guns and measuring tapes) and building retaining walls.  The fourth day of work, Thursday, we helped stain a lot of wood features on the playground and some staircases. Other projects that went on included repainting the playground equipment, siding a cabin, painting some rooms, cleaning in general, and revamping the campfire area.

I mentioned Conrad, a volunteer at the camp.  He wasn't the only one of his family there.  His wife Nancy also hung around, encouraging everyone and walking around talking to us.  As a 60-some-year-old woman, she had some amazing insights to share with us.  At least once a day she would stop and talk with my two work partners and I.  Although I want to record word for word what she said, I can't because of memory and length. She talked a lot about love and serving the Lord though.  Most importantly she stressed to not go looking for love.  To wait.  God has a plan for each of us, and when we are following His path He will place a person going the same direction as us and together the pair can work to serve the Lord.  She used her own story as an example, how shortly after ending a relationship she met Conrad and they were both called into camp ministry.  She also repeated over and over how important it is to make sure your significant other places God high above anything else so that the foundation in the Lord is strong and will help stabilize everything else.  She explained how when the one is there, you'll know because God will have you both going the same way.  And finally in her lesson on love, she said to ask the question: "Will (s)he help me accomplish the plan God has set for me or just pull me away from it?".  She gave the example of a couple who had broken up because, although they were both Christians, one was being called to overseas ministry while the other wasn't, and had they stayed together their callings would have been hindered.  And as far as serving the Lord, she had such joy in doing what she was called to do and doing it joyfully.  She loves how God will use gifts and talents in a way to bring Him glory.  One of the things I know I'll miss most about the week is Nancy's talks.

Every day after lunch we got an hour of quiet/devo time.  I always spent it sitting in my eno (a compact portable hammock) that, funnily enough, about seven other people also brought.  Although I didn't necessarily have any ground breaking revelations during quiet time, it was good to just sit and listen for God's voice and take in the peaceful atmosphere.  I also was asked to give one of the post breakfast devos so I spent one of my quiet times prepping for that.  The devo I got to prepare was over serving which was great since that's something I am passionate about.

Here's the thing about serving this week.  It was dirty.  There's no doubt about that.  We were all exhausted.  But, despite that, no one will argue how unbelievably fun it all was.  Luke 19:10 says the Jesus came to seek and save the lost.  John 13:14-15 reads, "Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you".  When we serve, not only are we doing it for a higher purpose but we're doing as Jesus did, and working to benefit the world in a way that glorifies Him.  That's our purpose, too. Do as I have done for you.  So when we're able to serve, no matter how hard the task is, and serve with a bunch of other people who also want to lift up God's name, it becomes fun.  I really began to understand this late Thursday afternoon when my crew had been working hard all day and really did not want to stain one last staircase.  After motivating each other and getting started, I realized how any job can be fun in the right mindset, and we were having fun.  We were all working together to stain, and singing songs (though out of tune) to help pass the time.  Serving is about looking past ourselves to honor God's higher purpose for our lives.

Something about this week is that I really felt at peace.  Although that seems contradictory because I was working hard, I enjoyed the open air away from society, the acoustic worship every night, being real with my small group, and primarily staying away from technology.  My life felt so uncluttered.  My head was clear, even though I had (and still have) a lot to think about, and I was simply just not distracted by all the demands of life.

Now, hard work does not come without its fair share of injuries as well as times of fun.  To begin, the retaining walls we built required moving large, what I can only assume to be, 5-50 pound rocks.  Twice a rock got set down on my foot which massively ached, and then I was careless and got my hand caught under one which bruised my knuckle.  I also received numerous scratches and cuts from rocks and wood.  While working on siding, I also clotheslined myself in the face with a rope strung up, and have a decently sized cut on the bridge of my nose now.  Last but not least, on Thursday night I opened a door on my bare foot and caught the skin around my toenail, which has been bleeding and aching pretty steadily since then.  But, none of these hindered my motivation or joy, but instead added to both because I felt tough and the situations were quite amusing.  As for fun, on the last night we had a talent show, and many of the acts were so funny that I laughed until I cried.  God is so good.

For a while now I have been considering going into counseling.  I love to listen, my heart aches for others in pain or hurting, and I love spending time around people.  One of my favorite things is knowing I've brightened someone's day. As we were about to leave the camp, I was talking to two of the young twenty-some-year-old volunteer/employees of the camp, Shea and Sarah.  I was saying how I couldn't wait to come back next year, and then Shea commented how I could even come back the next year.  I jokingly replied, "Yeah, to keep building walls!" to which he responded "No, as a counselor, to use your bright attitude to share Jesus with the students".  Although I didn't think much of it at the time, during the drive home I actually started to consider it seriously.  I don't know if I would return to God's Mountain in particular, maybe I would, who knows, but working as a camp counselor might be something I would actually enjoy.  I'm just going to follow Nancy's advice and keep listening to what God has to say, and I'll see what happens in the next few years.

In the upcoming years, I have two goals to uphold; one serious and one less so.  I want to keep serving the Lord with a joyful spirit as we are instructed to do in His Word.  And I also want to learn and practice card manipulation so I can show Shea up next year.

Oh, what a great trip is was, what wonderful relationships I built, and what joy I gained from it.

God is so good
Spring break 2016: HE>me

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Mental health awareness

Tonight in my small group, a member mentioned how her parents keep asking if she's depressed.  Although she isn't, it got me thinking again... About awareness of mental health, sensitivity to it, and also my own experience with it.

For starters, there is not nearly the amount of awareness there should be over mental health.  As "social" media is becoming more and more popular, people are becoming lonelier and lonelier, and therefore depression is becoming an increasing problem.  From my experience, it just seems like people don't quite understand what constitutes depression, anxiety, stress... Or really any other form of mental illness. The awareness just isn't there, and people don't get the help they need.

Which leads to sensitivity.  Because of the lack of understanding over what mental illness really is, there far too little sensitivity regarding mental health.  The terms depression and OCD are the two that I see abused the most.  Depression particularly strikes a chord with me, as I'll explain in the next paragraph, but also with OCD... I know a friend who has OCD, and it's not just liking organization or being bothered by little details. OCD can take a huge toll on daily life.  OCD stands for obsessive compulsive and that's exactly what it is.  And depression. I know so many people who have struggled with depression, and to see people saying things like, "oh, I'm so depressed that the trip got cancelled" and other phrases along those lines bothers me a lot because not only have I seen what true depression does to others, but I've experienced it myself. I have one friend in particular who suffers from an assortment of mental health issues including but not limited to depression, anxiety, OCD, PTSD, and gender dysphoria.  Having received texts and emails in the middle of the night as my friend goes through panic attacks... I've learned that depression is not a term to use lightly.  The terms need to stop being tossed around casually.

As for myself... Three long winters in a row, from November to March, I suffered from SAD: Seasonal Affective Disorder.  I don't want to detail too much what happened, because it was a dark time for me, but initially I didn't realize what it was and thought I was just down in the dumps. Having never thought I would ever get depression, I just assumed the thoughts were caused by stress or a bad mood.  Until the next winter when it returned.  And then the next.   By this time I had finally figured out that I had SAD, and when summer came and I could discuss it without getting defensive or, as my influenced mind told me, trying to stay depressed so people would notice me, I alerted my mom.  Thankfully, and I believe this is truly only from my new development of a healthier friend group and growing relationship with Christ, my SAD did not return this winter and I didn't have to have my mom step in to help me.

My experience has helped me to understand that mental health is not taught about as much as it should be.  I can't imagine how many other people, like myself, don't know what they're struggling with.  My experience, plus my friendship with others who struggle, has also struck my interest in becoming a counselor/therapist.  I don't want anyone going through depression if I can help it, so maybe that's just what I'll do.

So, here's to the hope that mental health awareness will grow and the problem itself will shrivel away!


Sunday, March 6, 2016

A word on walking: Why am I using it as my theme?

Walking.  Walking, though on the surface may appear as only a verb, holds many connotations and meanings far beyond that.

Something that gave the word a lot of power, for me, was a sermon at church a while ago.  In the sermon, the teacher spoke about how Enoch walked with God. Not in the literal sense of the word, but in the sense that he spent time with God and learned to just BE.  To exist in a companionship with God not outlined by works or acts but by time spent and the sharing of a journey together.  For me, this sermon redefined walking as not just a means of getting from one place to another, but the actual contents of the journey as well.

So, let's take a walk.  Let's share this road of life, and exist together during our time on this earth.  Let's look at life's questions and answers, joys and sorrows, laughs and tears, together. Let's take time to just be.