Can I just take this moment to let it sink in that in less than a month, I will be in Nicaragua to visit my little boy, Freddy? Since deciding to take the trip back in February, and all the months spent organizing and praying and thinking and writing to Freddy and seeing God graciously provide for this to be financially be possible (long sentence I know), this reality is closer than I could have imagined.
It is right around the corner. And it has begun pulsing underneath my skin, sure, and steady. I see Freddy's face in my dreams, and soon I will see it in person, see his beautiful smile, hold his perfect hand.
I am going to see my little boy. I never thought it would be possible.
...and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light.
-Genesis 1:2-3
-Genesis 1:2-3
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Island in My Chest
There used to be an island in my chest.
With sandy dunes that shifted
shape in the wind,
with birds calling out to one another
in the sweetness of summer,
with gentle shores that lapped up
the eager arrival of salted waves.
There were storms and solitude,
breath and beauty,
and somewhere, hidden in the roots
of the oldest tree,
lay all secrets of the world.
Now, the earth has sunk beneath the surface,
swallowed by memory, overgrown
with washed up silence.
There are no more secrets,
there is no more beauty,
only muted voices echoing through the air
of what was once rumored
to fill the floating space long ago.
With sandy dunes that shifted
shape in the wind,
with birds calling out to one another
in the sweetness of summer,
with gentle shores that lapped up
the eager arrival of salted waves.
There were storms and solitude,
breath and beauty,
and somewhere, hidden in the roots
of the oldest tree,
lay all secrets of the world.
Now, the earth has sunk beneath the surface,
swallowed by memory, overgrown
with washed up silence.
There are no more secrets,
there is no more beauty,
only muted voices echoing through the air
of what was once rumored
to fill the floating space long ago.
Monday, May 6, 2013
When Donkeys Talk
Tyler Blanski invites his readers to journey with him
through the winding roads of Christiandom and find the Renaissance of revival in
today’s religious society. We strapped ourselves onto donkeys and rode through
the myths that make up faith and trails that took us to the truth of what we
seek. Through When Donkeys Talk, which I had the chance to read through Booksneeze®,
we traced the steps of those who came before us and reformed faith in Christ to
a vibrant, real relationship.
Unfortunately,
I couldn’t keep up with the pace of Blanski and didn’t quite follow much of his
quest’s logic. I wasn’t a fan of how he kept referring to his donkey as an a**
and wove the alternate meaning in with us as we struggle to find a firm faith foundation.
It distracted me from giving my concentration to his story. The concept of the
book was a good idea, and I understand the message he wanted to convey; for me,
it was a bit too much hidden behind the allegory he portrayed. It didn’t
capture my attention, though I liked his mind conception. It is a nicely constructed book, but I don’t
know if I would recommend it with gusto to a friend.
Image from Barnes and Noble
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Compassion Sunday
Hello my dear friends!
The upcoming month of April is special to me, because April 21 is
Compassion Sunday. It is a day dedicated to children across the world held down
by the bonds of poverty. But it's a day of hope, because you can do something to
change the future of these children.
I did.
Two and a half years ago, I began to sponsor a boy from Nicaragua named
Freddy. He stole my heart immediately, and I have been blessed and privileged to
watch him grow in God's love and the hope planted in his heart. Through
Compassion International's sponsorship program, not only has Freddy received the
help and growth and encouragement he needs, but I have been blessed beyond
measure from knowing this boy and feeling God's heartbeat in mine each time I
pray for him. About five months ago, I became a correspondent to a ten year old
boy named Francisco from Brazil. I provide encouragement through prayer and
letters, and this bright eyed boy has slipped into my heart just as easily as
Freddy did.
I'm writing to encourage you to take a look at the web page I created for
Compassion Sunday. It is my hope and my prayer that you take some time to
consider sponsoring a child and changing their life.
Please visit http://my.compassionsunday.com/e/SarahRennicke12
to read a bit more about my sponsorship story and learn how to get
involved.
This is a world where hopelessness, despair and hurt run rampant. But we
can catch glimpses of light and beauty. In our hearts, in our actions, in the
eyes of these precious children. We can make a difference in the lives of those
longing for affection.
Sponsoring has changed my life. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that
it will change yours, too.
Thank you for taking the time to read over my story, and may God bless your helping heart!
Thank you for taking the time to read over my story, and may God bless your helping heart!
Sarah
P.S. Please feel free to forward this post to any friends who may also want to consider Compassion :)
P.S. Please feel free to forward this post to any friends who may also want to consider Compassion :)
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Heading Out For A Bit
Heading for some much needed sun and relaxation. I am hoping it's a time of refreshment and refocusing. And praying that God will speak clearly into my soul and give me my next life's steps.
Waiting for some big footprints.
Waiting for some big footprints.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Why
Why is it always a struggle?
Why is my back always against the wall?
Why can I never say the right things, feel the right ways, do the right things?
Why can't I make a difference?
Why is my whole voice filled with why?
Why. Such a small world. Yet within it lies such a huge universe.
Why is my back always against the wall?
Why can I never say the right things, feel the right ways, do the right things?
Why can't I make a difference?
Why is my whole voice filled with why?
Why. Such a small world. Yet within it lies such a huge universe.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Everything
Thanks to BarnesandNoble.com for their photo.
For everyone that has lived on half a tank of faith, Mary
DeMuth explores the concept of giving everything to live for Jesus, letting Him
take control of your deepest, untouched parts of your heart. Her book, Everything,
which I received through Booksneeze®, discusses the stages we go through in
struggle and despair, until we ultimately lay broken at the feet of Jesus and
He begins to piece us back together.
Written in a fresh voice peppered with description and
warmth, DeMuth admits to her darker hours, where she struggled with many
obstacles and hurts throughout the course of her life, most recently, moving to
France with her family for mission work. Her honesty resonated with me, because
when I started the book, I was coming out of a time of confusion and
discouragement, as well. She helped me realize that I was not in my struggles
alone, and that underneath all my heartache is the necessary abandonment to
lose myself in Jesus. The end of each chapter had reflection questions to
further let His truth sink in. I would certainly recommend this book to anyone
who is hungry to be healed from their hurt, and who longs to give their
everything to Jesus.
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