Wednesday, January 27, 2010
"eat cake"
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
"till I only dwell in thee"
Nicole: Have you bought your ticket yet?
Nikkie: No not yet… it’s kinda a big deal, I mean… I’m going to Haiti.
… She was hesitant. Praise our Jesus she went anyway.
For the first time in a long time I can breathe easy, and breathe deep. In the past week I have been blessed to see how my precious Jesus sustains me. I have learned of His ways and His nature. I have become familiar with His voice, His word and His goodness.
About a week ago I found myself grabbing for my Lord. I found myself talking to Him more than I talked with anyone else. I would wake up, get ready, go to work and interact with hundreds of people, and then I would go home and realize that the most important person that I spoke with was the One that I was constantly talking to. As I drove to school, as I shelved books, as I got ready for bed, as I ate meals and went on facebook and prayed and cried. I was always speaking to my Jesus. I was telling Him that my heart was breaking, I was begging for mercy and protection. I was asking for Him to hear me.
On January 6th my best friend boarded a flight to Haiti. She went to spend time with her aunt, uncle and cousins who have been missionaries in Haiti for the past few years. She went with a heart to serve, she went to do the work that the Lord would put before her. She went not knowing what He would do.
I have put off this post for a few days, not really knowing what to say. Not really sure how I feel. Not even really sure if I could get through it without crying. (So far so good). But now I’m able to type it and look at it and bless it. I’m able to acknowledge that the girl that boarded a flight on January 6th also boarded a flight on January 17th. She flew into the LAX and was greeted but tearful family and friends and a media frenzy. (Channel 7).
I am able to look back at the past week and thank my precious Jesus. I’m blessed to recall out long drawn out conversation that rolled over into each new day. I’m able to remember what I asked for and how he delivered. He always delivers
In the summer of 2009 two Asian American journalists entered into North Korean territory and were taken as prisoners for trespassing. They were put into a salve work camp, and somewhere in the mix of international policies and politics President Bill Clinton was put in charge of bring the journalist home. It seemed as all of America stood in disbelief and hope as we awaited their return. Then finally a plane landed and the two women were embraced by their family. Their homecoming was something that everyone watched. It was beautiful and good.
I remember in the moments after the reunion the sister of one of the journalist went up to President Clinton and embraced him. The short conversation between the two was not recorded. And no one really knows what was said.
So I’m going to create my own dialogue.
“Thank you for bringing her home. Thank you for doing what we could not do. Thank you listening to our cry for help. Thank you for doing what you didn’t have to do. I am eternally grateful.”
I think their conversation went something like that.
Months after their return another secret conversation was compiled. This time I was the one speaking, I was the one weeping.
This past week I have found myself worshiping before a God that allowed someone to return home. Thanking my Jesus for doing what we here in America couldn’t do. We were helpless and the only thing we could do was ask for her. We all prayed and prayed for her to return. We prayed for God to hear our prayers. We prayed for Him to do what He had no obligation to.
And by His grace, and His goodness and His precious ways He listened.
Friday, January 15, 2010
"Peace"

