Thursday, July 30, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Taking it all in...
July
8, 2015
Dear
Ones,
The number of times I have sat down and begun
to type a letter to send out to each of you, such as some interesting story
attempting to explain the season I have been through during the recent months,
is really too many. Yet here I sit,
once again, trying in some way to break it down into bite size pieces of
information that will somehow make sense.
Maybe in some small way it is for me an ability to share in a greater
way the work that God is doing in my life during this unique active waiting
time. So I would like to share a few
glimpses of this teaching-learning time with you.
I have had the opportunity during this time
to sit and talk with many of you face to face, something I so greatly missed
while on the other side of the world. I
have been able to share through tears, laughter, long silent pauses to gather
my thoughts, and then tumbling words that just rolled out one after another in
a torrential flow, it just seems that no matter how hard I try there is not a
really easy way to share all that I have seen and heard and held. I have, and continue to seek out wise counsel
that points me ever back to my incredible God and His perfect plans
that never fail, His promises that ever sustain, and His Word that is
truth. A special thank you to each of
you that have sat and sipped coffee, shared lunch, and taken time to simply sit
for what has many times turned into hours of just talking and sharing, the time
with each of you has been a precious gift.
I still have many things that I hold very close and ponder in my heart,
things not ready to be shared yet. At
times, the possibilities and unknowns seem so overwhelming and I love the way
one sweet friend put it, “You just really wish God would send you a text!” There are days when one of those would be
really nice and then I have to remind myself that He has given me His whole
text! His Word is complete, lacking in
nothing, I simply need to dig deeper and listen with an open heart to all that
He is teaching me in this time of waiting.
In these days I have had the chance to
travel a little to visit friends and supporters. Some trips have been as close as a local shop,
or the farm for time in the fields, biscuit making and impromptu tea parties
that poured into my heart. Others visits
have been much further away in distance.
This has been incredibly encouraging and has given me the fun gift of
driving, which for me is a wonderful time of thinking and processing. I love driving and so long roads stretching
out for hours ahead are a special thing for me.
While
visiting a dear China friend who now lives in Washington DC, I had the chance
to spend the day alone visiting the Holocaust Museum, which sounds a bit
strange, but for me it was a reminder of the war that I have seen fought every
day for the lives of little children. I
stood for the longest time reading and looking at the pictures in the display
showing the “hospitals” for imperfect children who were placed there to be
disposed of through various means, and these were not Jewish children they were
German children who did not “meet the standard of the new culture.” I thought of buildings full of children,
halls lined with cots, rooms down dark hallways, and societies that have thrown
away what God calls valuable, the very ones that He says are made in His
image. I cried as I stood in a room
surrounded by black walls filled with names and thought of a Big House with its
roof top walls filled with names… all these lives lost in wars.
I have spent time relearning what it is like
to shop where I can read all the labels, to enter a store and not be
overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things available on the shelf. I am remembering what it is to drive in some
sort of orderly fashion where red and green lights are not simply pretty
decorations and sidewalks are not an extra lane used for passing when needed.
I was able to spend time visiting my dear
friend Sarah who is in the States right now from India. She and her family opened their home and
hearts to me and little Jeremiah while we were in India. I was once again able to sit down with her,
to introduce her to my sister, Melissa, and to have a chance to talk heart to
heart. This friend, who knows many of the little details of God’s grace in
placing her in my life at a crucial crossroad where she became a faithful
shoulder to lean on in the hard. What an
incredible grace gift.
I have spent time reading books that cause me
to think, to ponder, to listen closely to what God is teaching me through the
pages and then take it all back to the truth of His Word once again.
Nashville trips have also brought special
time for catching up with dear friends, sharing fellowship together,
introducing family to people that I have grown to love over the course of my
years in China and who have been such an incredible source of friendship and
encouragement to me.
These are just a few glimpses of the days
that are being written during this season of my journey, and each moment brings
new opportunity to share with various ones the amazing love that God has for
orphans and how He provides and cares not only for them but for those who
follow His commands to care for them. I
am amazed at every turn at how He teaches me more of Himself and His heart for
the lost through the care of the fatherless.
I have had the chance to share with some of you in a very close personal
setting. I wish there was a way I could
sit down with a cup of coffee or a peanut butter blitz shake with each one of
you and share more. I am actually very
excited that I will be going with my sister, Melissa, and a small team from
AFCI (Ambassadors For Christ International) to the Ukraine, July 14-26, to help
with a weeklong English/Bible camp for teens.
I am looking forward to having the chance to share with those young
people God’s heart for them, His heart for the lost, and His longing to be
their Father. What a joy to know that
God uses the experiences in our lives on His calendar to orchestrate
opportunities to share in ways that I could never imagine. I look forward to sharing with you how God
uses and leads during this time. And I
am praying that there will be even more opportunities in the time ahead to
spend time telling you of all that God is doing and has done as I cease
striving and prayerfully wait on Him and His direction for the next step in my
journey.
Only
by His Grace,
Mariah
Camping Notes
July 3, 2015
I sat on the large rocks of the lake edge, my toes curling into the sand and stones of the bottom while I dried in the warmth of the sun. My family was scattered about me, each one of us enjoying the beauty of our surroundings. In the quiet my thoughts tumbled over themselves. I pondered the scene before me and had to smile as I considered the moments. Just this morning I had watched as my Daddy had patiently taught little sisters armed with small fishing poles how to cast and reel. I had thought back so many years to when he had taught me the same thing. I watched little bodies splashing about with masks and snorkels in place trying to catch tiny fish that teamed along the shoreline and swam among the rocks. I had awoke to the glow of sunrise through the yellow canvas walls of the tent I grew up with and smiled to see my sisters snuggled in sleeping bags near me. My family loves camping, in fact it never really felt like summer until we had spent a couple weeks living in the tent, cooking over the open fire, carrying water, and finding the perfect spot for fishing just as dawn was breaking.
I had to smile to myself as I was being pulled
along behind the boat on the inner tube that this really did look like how my
life was going. I was simply along for
the ride, God directing, pulling, choosing the direction and I need to just
hang on especially when there was a wake, of the boat shifted direction and
speed. I needed to have my life jacket
fastened tight, and my eyes focused on the craft before me so that I could
follow without flipping and flailing about- oh if life were only as easy as
being pulled behind a boat!
What Does It Look Like?
June 16, 2015
“What
does it look like?” I lift the handle on
the faucet and shift it to hot, the clear running water sends steam upwards as
it swirls and mixes with the soap forming frothy piles of bubbles on its
surface. The heat of it soothes as my
hands slip under the water, testing the temperature, I want this water
hot. A rainbow of bubbles rises and I
watch the iridescent changing of colors across their surface. I close my eyes, “What does it look
like?” My closed eyes allow my mind to
bring forth faces one after another each one bringing to mind their precious
story, each one unique, each one holding a special piece of my heart, each
little life a gift of Grace. Both hands
are in the heat of the water now and their searching below the surface finds
the coarse texture of the cloth, grasping it in one hand I open my eyes as my
other hand lifts the first glass and begins to wash. My eyes focus on the verse written across the
glass on the picture before me.
“Make me know Your ways,
O Lord;
Teach me Your paths.
Lead me in Your truth and teach me.
For You are the God of my
Salvation;
For You I wait all the day.
Remember, O Lord, Your
Compassion and Your
Lovingkindnesses,
For they have been from of old.”
Psalm 25:4-6
I wrote it up there a few days ago, that
clear smooth surface has become a favorite place to jot reminders of who my God
is and what He is teaching me in these days.
Now in this moment I am praying these very words, “Lord, teach me Your
ways.” I smile and think to myself as I
pick up the next dish, “What does it look like?” It looks like a pile of dishes, it looks like
a meal prepared and served, it looks like a floor mopped and a vacuum cleaner
pushed, it looks like a bathroom scrubbed, a porch painted, a basket of laundry
sorted, washed, and folded. It looks
like a garden planted, a yard watered, but it is so much more than that. It is here in what the outside world would
see as everyday chores that I am finding words to put to the heart cries, it is
here in these moments of doing chores that are so very familiar to my hands
that they come automatically where I find the time to think, to ponder, to be
amazed at my God’s working. To consider
the work He has given me to do in this season as a gift of time to consider the
work that He continues to do in me. I
see the faces of little ones, I consider the suffering and pain I have seen, I
contemplate the joy and elation of moments that I still do not fully
understand. I am reminded of His
promises to love, provide for and protect and I am given a chance to wonder at
what it looks like to see His mighty hand moving to care for each tiny detail.
It
is in this work when I am able to gather together the words to share with
others when they ask, “What does it look like?”
It looks like Remembering this! |
It looks like moments with these precious ones... |
It looks like family |
It looks like Christmas Morning |
Like Wearing lots of hats |
Fresh Homemade Bread- wheat ground and hand kneaded |
It looks like little sister baby dolls, snuggled and set on the bed just right... |
It looks like long walks through our woods to the pond with only the company of my Heavenly Father and the dog. |
It looks like sweet friendship... |
And the fellowship of dear hearts |
Like finding a car to share on the journey |
And remembering where I am from |
It looks like bowls of rice ready for a class of children who are enthusiastic to try their hands at eating with chop sticks |
And dressing up to share with those same children some of what my life in China has been like |
Sometimes it looks like a spiral of stairs leading to the top of a lighthouse where the light can shine the brightest guiding others to the Light of Lights |
It looks like bright dresses and brick ruins... |
It looks like being reminded of what are essentials in a Southern Girls wardrobe |
And that white is worn after Easter! |
It looks like watching an airshow from big brothers strong shoulders |
It looks like yummy cheesecake made to celebrate the gift of sister and her birthday. |
It looks like fresh farm picked strawberries |
And it looks like sisters excitement at veggies picked from the garden for dinner tonight. |
It looks like making the swing set fort into a big girls playhouse where sweet girls can cook and clean and learn to care for their family and the guests they invite. |
It looks like savoring coffee with friends and family- please pour me another cup! |
It looks like running hard every day... |
It looks like taking the boat out and smelling the flowers |
It looks like a stack of books. |
It looks like the encouragement of a friend, well mixed with family time |
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Memorial Day
May
25, 2015
It is Memorial Day and I stand
in the midst of row upon row of round white grave markers, small American flags
stuck into the ground stand waving in the gentle breeze before each one. Names and dates carved into cool marbled
stones catch my attention as the resonance of a 21 gun salute and Taps fades
into the quiet of the crowd standing to honor those we have come to
remember. The sacrifice of their very
lives given in the struggle for freedom through the years- We are most richly
blessed.
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