like jumping into a river

“He still had doubts about the decision he had made. But he was able to understand one thing: making a decision was only the beginning of things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.”
The Alchemist, Paul Coelho, p. 68

Many months ago, at the dawn of this new and uncharted season of my life, I found myself feeling sort of tangled and immobilized by all the possibilities around me. There were so many roads down which I could have journeyed, but surely, I rationalized, one must lead to a bigger treasure than the rest.

After lots of prayer and list-making and sleepless nights of lamenting and confusion, the Lord eventually told me, You just have to make a decision. Just choose something and then do it.

It was like jumping into the river.

summer fun...jump into a lake on a rope, randomly

The water before me seemed cold but refreshing in some way, like the revitalizing sight of a fresh spring for a weary traveler. It was deep enough for me to jump in without smashing my legs on rocks. The current was strong and would take me quickly, but the river, undoubtedly, flowed in the direction of my dreams.

I knew not what the rest of the river would look like, where the current would take me or how long I would be in its waters. There would of course be many bends and twists in the river’s path as it snaked down the mountain and into the sea, this I knew. Certainly there would be parts of the river that would be white with choppy water. Occasionally there would be waterfalls that would send me plunging and tumbling along. In some stretches I would find the water so shallow that I’d inevitably scrape my knees and have to get up and walk until it was deep enough for the water carry me again.

But all of those parts of the river’s path were unseen to me at the time. All I knew was what was before me in that moment. All I saw was the part of the river that when I looked out into it, seemed to promise me that it was in fact flowing in the direction of my dreams.

IMG_9945Sometimes you just have to make a decision, not a plan. You just have to jump, committing fully to the moment, not jumbling yourself up in the misty fog of the unknown future.

Sometimes you just need to get off the shore and let the water take you – with a jump or a step or a gradual submersion – because the treasure that’s waiting for you in those waters is so much more rich and promising than any treasure you could spend your whole life digging for in the dunes. Continue reading

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incalculable yes’s

I’m dusting off my keyboard and realizing how much I’ve neglected this page. It’s not that I’ve forgotten it was here, it’s that I’ve been staring at it in the corner of the room for a few months now wondering what there is to say. I’ve found it hard to string some sentences together because I feel I’m out of thread and the only fabric I have to offer is colorless and thin.

This season of life, though it has included a few small victories, has been so hard. 

But tomorrow, I’m leaving on a three-week, three-destination pilgrimage. It’s not really about where I’m going, but the act of going that seems to have put some color back in my cheeks. I don’t know why it is that I seem to find so much energy from the act of peregrination and sometimes I hate that about myself –  that I’ve always got my eye on the door. But I just can’t help it, at least at this point in my life. I guess I find God most easily on the road rather than in the pew.

Skogafoss, Iceland >> breathtaking! Adventures in Missions World Race www.worldrace.orgTomorrow I’m flying to Haiti and I can’t help but think about where I was four and a half years ago when the 7.0 earthquake happened. I remember, very vividly, sitting alone at a table in the dining hall watching CNN endlessly replay the same clips of the chaos in Port-Au-Prince. I put my sandwich down and watched, stunned, at the horrifying devastation. I felt so sick. I didn’t have the appetite to finish the food on my plate but I didn’t have the heart not to after watching that footage. Catch-22 I guess.

Later that night, my shock had evolved into a desperate desire to do something. I stared out the window from my desk and felt an overwhelming urge to pack a bag and go. I swear if someone handed me a plane ticket I would have left without hesitation. I wrote in my journal the next day, “I desire so badly to drop everything and go. Lord if you provided the chance, I would leave right now. Please Lord, let me do something.” But I felt so trapped because all I heard from God was silence. 

For four years, the Lord never offered a chance to go to Haiti. And to be totally honest, I sort of forgot about it. I assumed that it just wasn’t something I’d get to do, that it was one of those prayers that just sort of floats out in space and never lands any where.

There’s no such thing as floating prayers though. 

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Tomorrow, I’m boarding a flight to Port-Au-Prince, almost exactly four and a half years after that journal entry. And here’s what I’ve learned:

The word “yes”, when said from us to God, is an infinitely expansive word. The first time we say it, it’s like this little formula is programmed into our souls and over time, that formula generates and multiplies infinitely. We continue to utter more and more “yes’s” in submission to God and eventually, the first “yes” has turned into a thousand, and like Moore’s Law or Pi or the length of the universe, there’s no calculable end. 

One act of obedience, if genuine, is never just one act of obedience. 

Thinking about the way God has answered four-year-old prayers gives me hope about the prayers I’m praying now. Though this season has challenges of its own, I know that God does not let our prayers drift out to space to be lost in abyss. He grabs them and logs them and responds to them at the appropriate time.

So with just one step at a time, I will keep saying “yes” to God in this season, on this pilgrimage, knowing that my yes to God will eventually become God’s yes to me.*

That’s not to say that God says “yes” to all our prayers, because often he says no (and PTL for that). But our faithful obedience to God will produce good fruit in our lives, which is God’s yes to us.

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yet i will rejoice

even though the fig trees have no blossoms,
and there are no grapes on the vines;
even though the olive crop fails,
and the fields are empty and barren;
even though the flocks die in the fields,
and the cattle barns are empty;
yet i will rejoice in the lord!
the sovereign god is my strength!
he makes me as sure-footed as a deer,
able to tread upon the heights.

habakkuk 3:17-19

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jesus is not in the boat

It’s thirty minutes til midnight and a giant Texas thunderstorm is dumping buckets of rain onto the old peach tree that sits stoically outside my window. Each time the lightening lights up the summer sky I hold my breath in anticipation of the thunder, which is so loud that it rattles my soul in an alarming sort of way. And as it claps, I can’t help but think of God.

It all fits so perfectly with my life right now.

I haven’t blogged in almost a month and that’s primarily because I’ve been so busy, but also it’s because I don’t know exactly what to say. The truth is, I’ve had a challenging few months. I’ve gone back and forth between fear and frustration, anger and confusion, and downright distrust of God. The last couple of weeks I’ve stalled out in a place of frustration and most of my praying has been lamentation – asking God to stop my so-called suffering and alleviate my apparently unbearable pain.

We humans are so quick to run from suffering.

When things become even the slightest bit displeasing or uncomfortable, we quickly ask the Lord to take away our cup of suffering and bring us back to the Garden, where things are sweet and gentle and kind. And yet, Jesus explicitly told us that we are expected to drink from that Cup and taste that bitterness and walk through those many dry valleys in order to once again summit the mountain triumphantly.

I preached a sermon several times last year about the story of Peter walking on waves to meet with Jesus. As the storm rages on outside my bedroom window, I’m reminded once again of that story and that sermon.

I’ve spent too much time in my boat, holding on for dear life, scrambling to find life vests or emergency rafts, screaming over the wind and the rain for God to make the storm stop. And meanwhile, He’s out there in the waves, standing under the drops of heaven saying, “Here I am, Emily – in the storm. Won’t you join me?”

Jesus is not in the boat. He’s out in the storm. And he wants me to come be with him.

So why am I still in the boat?

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venture mag article

Life has kept me so busy lately, as she usually does, so I haven’t posted in a while. There are many thoughts brewing in my mind though. In the meantime, check out my article published in Venture Magazine‘s April Issue…

I sat on top of my bed, my hair still damp from the shower and my face wet from my tears. My room was dim, with only the bedside lamp illuminating my face. The air around me was so quiet and empty that it seemed to compress my lungs.

I clutched my pillow close to my chest just to feel the presence of something near me, and tears continued to slip ceaselessly down my cheeks.

Into the loud nothingness around me I said, “Where are you, Lord?”

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be brave again

Sometimes the Lord reminds you of the things you’d forgotten about Him, about what He’s done and who you’ve always believed Him to be, and then your soul suddenly finds the courage it lost somewhere along the way.

Like the spring air, that courage fills your lungs, as if you’re breathing for the first time in a really, really long time. And you remember all those moments where the colors were brighter and the songs were louder, and it occurs to you that you should be brave again and you should stand taller and jump higher and probably dance more often, like you used to.

And when you do finally remember that the Lord has been good all along – even in the dark, shadowy nights and the foggy, quiet mornings, and the lonely car rides, and in the empty kitchen or the wide open backyard – you remember to thank Him. Quietly at first and then slowly with a jump and a shout because oh, it feels good to feel good again. It feels good to be brave again.

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what poverty taught me about wealth

Last year on the World Race, I didn’t spend very much money personal money on a day-to-day basis. Occasionally I would splurge – on new running shoes or a trip to the Great Wall – but on average I spent less than $100 a month. The main reason for this is because I went a year without an income. But also, I lived among the population of the world that lives on only $1 or $2 a day.

Living in poverty, even by choice, will change your spending habits pretty quickly.

Though I now have an income, I’m still hyper-aware of how I spend my money. I might even be more attentive, because there’s more money in my account and it’s easier to lose track when you’re just swiping a card instead of carrying around a bunch of bills and coins (that are different in value and shape from last month’s currency).

These days I’m noticing that the things I learned while living among poverty very much apply to how we can live – Biblically – among wealth. Here’s what poverty has taught me about wealth:

You really don’t need more to be satisfied.
Seriously, simplicity is so so liberating because you’ll finally realize what you really need to survive and be satisfied, and what is just cluttering up your life.
Last year I worked among people whose total worldly possessions would probably (on average) fit in a broom closet. Now, I’m working with some of the wealthiest people in San Antonio. Suffice it to say that in the mansions there doesn’t always seem to be much joy, but from those mud huts and shabby shacks came overflowing amounts of joy, peace, and freedom. 

Just because you can afford to buy it doesn’t mean you should.
In the Third World, a dollar goes so much farther than in the States so it’s easy to get carried away at the little tienda down the road or at the market where a whole week’s worth of fruit is 50¢. The same thing happens in America though. We see a sign for half off or get caught up in the savings of online shopping, and we end up buying stuff that we don’t really need just because we “got a good deal on it”. I have to remind myself of this all the time lately: just because I can, doesn’t mean I should. May as well save that money for something else – something necessary – than just spend it casually.

Identify your “comfort buys” and cut back on them.
If you’ve ever lived abroad, you’ll know how comforting American food can be. After being away a while, you’ll start buying American brands and products just because they’re familiar, regardless of whether you actually buy those things at home. And in America, we have our own “comfort buys”. They may be cheap trinkets, food from a particular restaurant, something in the checkout aisle that grabs our attention. Whatever it is, it’s something we habitually buy because it’s probably cheap and it somehow comforts us with its familiarity or nostalgic qualities. It’d be wise to identify such products and refuse to be controlled by the impulse to buy them.

The Lord always always always provides. Thank Him grandly when He does.
When you’re broke, it feels a lot more necessary to rely on God to provide for you. But when you’re less broke, it can be easy to take credit for your own prosperity. In both circumstances, it’s important to remember that the Lord faithfully provides for His children – every time. And when He does, we need to respond with grateful, humble hearts.

You shouldn’t feel guilty for having more; you shouldn’t feel ashamed for having less.
I’ve been on both sides of the fence on this one. But here’s the deal: you have what you have – financially and materially. Be grateful for it, and use it well. Work hard and be faithful,  just doing the best with what you’ve got right now. Don’t sweat it (or boast about it) if everyone around you is in a different situation.


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