news. themes. realizations.

just thinking of the right title for this post. i wanted to call it "growth, and movement", or one or the other. just take a look at my old posts; they are all titled similarly, if not exactly the same.

i guess that means something.

ive been figuring out how to identify my feelings better, and communicate my thoughts. dan and i have been talking about future things some. we have thoughts, and afar off ideas, but nothing concrete. one thing i often brought up at first was moving. i have wanted to get out of seattle since i got here. only i wanted to be with dan even more than i wanted to leave. so, i stayed.

there have been a lot of changes in me since. the main one, of course being, marrying dan. what that looks like fleshed out is something i'm still working on explaining correctly, especially to friends getting ready to get married themselves. the changes are in no way bad, even if they are hard. they mainly revolve around two people becoming one- and what that does to your previous conception of your own identity. i think it's even more change for the woman, because she also loses her family name, and takes on a different families name. seems small, maybe, but it's a big deal. not a bad deal, just a big deal.

with this renewal of my identity, came more change. i began viewing myself not only from my perspective, but also from dan's. how does what i say, do, think, not do, effect this other person who is a part of me now? this realization caused me to reevaluate why i have been feeling like i want to leave seattle so bad, why i was feeling depressed, and where it was that i wanted to go that wasn't seattle.

i figured it out a few weeks ago when dan and i were in portland. we were at julian's house, and he and i were talking about old times. and i got that feeling in my heart again. like it was bigger than before. like it was sparking. it's the feeling i have when i most want to leave seattle and go to another place. in that moment i realized that the place i want to be so badly, the place i long for, isn't real anymore. i told julian and dan, "i guess the place where i want to move is back to the memories".

that's the truth. i long for the memories. for the good friends, and the family attached to the experiences that changed me most.

this may not be a life-altering realization for most, because i'm guessing it's a common feeling. but, for me, it has really helped. it helps me to look back on those memories with so much thankfulness that they happened at all, even if they had to also end. it makes me feel even more love for the people attached to those memories. it makes me feel more joy. and it makes me realize more fully, that God had ordained those moments, and they changed me. they changed us. and they are a part of who each of us is right now. and we carry them with us always.

i guess the moments, and the times in life i miss so deeply would not be close to as precious if they lasted forever.

and now each moment that i have with my sweet husband, i treasure deep inside my soul, because i know each moment is a gift. and later it will be a memory that makes my heart spark as it fills again with the love i remember feeling back in the moment; however many years ago.

it's almost christmas, and im just thinking, "it's a beautiful life", and i didnt even mean to quote that movie title.

but, it is. and i have such beautiful memories, with such amazingly beautiful people that i will always always treasure.

so, i just want to say to Ride:Well 2008- matthew williams, brianne olson, jesse olson, don miller, margie gordner, mindy gunter, jess abt, jessica blocker, greg bargo, gregg mwendwa, david van buskirk, iron mike barrow, criselda vasquez, jen tyler, drew nelson, joanne cadicomo, and branndon bargo you guys changed me. and what we did together is always a part of who we are now, and who we are becoming. and no one else has these same memories as us. it is so special what we have. and i love each of you, and i will forever.

Ride:Well 2010- dan perkins, cody henderson, demetrius burns, ryan reid, heather goodman, anne taylor-biddle, stephanie smith, lexi austin, shannon jones, jenn vasquez- you guys changed me, and what we have is different and special. and i love each of you and i always will.

cal baptist university- jay potter, hannah barrett, amanda jenkins, drew and taryn mcelvany, rose barnes, and the gang, jacob stoutenberg, lauren vail, heather gibson, tim wilson, garret newman, maydelle white, and 2D!! ISP Rwanda 2007, the post and copy center, and everyone that was there at the same time as me. i miss your faces. those moments we had walking past each other, eating around each other in the caf. we always have those in our hearts and they dont go away. even though it's been 3 years for me since ive been there.

nashville. hilson. journey church. nashvillage. middle school and high school friends. phoenix. frozen yogurt. the bridge church. temecula. the san bernadino mountains. family. hope freaking mendola and PONDO 06!! and 07...

i wont ever move on or forget. but, i will live where i am at right now. because like my friend paul hurckman of (ventureexpeditions.org look it up) said recently, "we want to look at what God is doing right now, and be a part of that".

so, now i am looking at what God is doing in seattle. in my marriage. and with the memories of the past and the good friends that stay close even from far away. and i am more grateful than ever to fondly, with an incredible amount of warmth, look back and remember God is sovereign, and faithful- He gave me these experiences, and He gives new ones even now.

im glad the old ones will always be a part of me. i'm glad all of you will always be a part of me.

love,

erin.

fall and being alive.

i really love fall. i think it's short in washington, but at least it exists. today it exists. there are only wispy clouds in the sky today. no sign of rain; and so many trees lining every street, some of them covered with evidence of fall. red, yellow, orange, even light green; and then the air is crisp and cool; and i feel alive.

i think sometimes it's hard for me to feel alive. like there is a beating heart inside my body. like there is hope.

something im afraid of is getting stuck where i am. in a routine. in a certain place with no hope of change. it's weird that i fear it so much because all life is, is change. everyday is a change. every morning is a new chance for another day of unpredictable life. nothing ever stays exactly the same, even inside of routine. we can predict what will happen tomorrow based on what we did yesterday or our plans, but none of this is a guarantee.

i think i would like to stop fearing getting stuck. but i think i also want to keep adventure a part of my life if i can. i think the answer to not getting too serious, too focused on the negativity of realities in life, are threefold. spontaneity, laughter, and fun. i think these each hold a vital role for us humans. we get too serious, too caught up in working, or trying, or striving, or whatever it is, and we miss out on moments of joy that are found in spontaneity, laughter, and fun.

it's fall today in seattle, and im feeling alive.

it's easier in church.

this sunday, i was sitting in my church filled with the joy of the Lord, thinking to myself, "it's definitely easier in church".

i do have joy in the Lord other times, of course, but in church the worries of life are not forefront in my mind. the loneliness of my previous week slips away. and i often find myself thinking, "i wish i could feel this released from the pressure of life, and from my anxiousness, and loneliness all the time. i wish i could rejoice in the Lord always".

i just read philippians 4 again. it's often quoted. often suggested to us who are prone to worry, and anxiousness; those of us who are prone to wander. it says if you forgot, "Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I say, rejoice! Let your gentleness be known to all men. The Lord is at hand. Be anxious for nothing, but in prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds through Jesus Christ. Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy--meditate on these things". Phil 4:4-8

if you have been in touch with me lately, you know that i have been going through a series of rough transitional seasons. this is true. but, what is also true is that i have been blessed beyond measure through these seasons. I read through some old journals recently while working on a book i am writing, and found some prayers for a husband, and for a job. they were from two years ago. and when i read them now, i think of how much bigger God is than i make Him. how much more He knows than i realize. how much less there is to worry about than i remember.

the truth is it's easier to be reminded of these things in church. the reason why? because in a church there are people gathered together for a common purpose regardless of age, gender, ethnicity, or background-- to worship and adore their King, to remember His promises; that we are bought with a price...the precious lifeblood of Jesus Christ; that we are adopted into His family; that we are free in Him; that there is no condemnation in Jesus Christ; that He has won the victory over our sin and over all kingdoms; that His Kingdom is within us. and we are filled because we focus in on these truths. We focus in on our God.

but, why don't we do this other times? i mean, i am asking myself. maybe you do it other times and i just don't. maybe sometimes we do it other times. but not always. but, doesnt this passage ask us to rejoice in the Lord always? so, then how do we do that on the other days? how do we do that in loneliness? how do we do that in difficult seasons? in uncertainty? in failure? in grieving? in pain?

i think we do what the rest of the passage says. pray. petition. with thankfulness. how can we muster up thankfulness during hard times? read the rest...

meditate on the things that are true, noble, pure, lovely, the things of good report, and the things that are virtuous, and praiseworthy.

often the things i meditate on are negative, self deprecating, not God honoring, lies, ugly, without virtue, and forgetful of praiseworthiness.

i think when the Word says for us to "take every thought captive to the things of Christ", this is what was meant. to stop the thoughts my mind wanders to, and to focus them on meditation on these 7 things of Christ. in church. and outside the walls of church. in the Church so that my "gentleness [can] be known to all men. [for] the Lord is at hand" and He is at work in the world. and in my heart.

Refill with Life.

A few years back, maybe 5, I bought a shirt at a mewithoutYou show. It has a picture of three bottles filled with sideways numbers in it. and to the right of them it says, "refill with life". Everything I own fits in some duffle bags and a few suitcases and since I have moved 3 times across country in the past 3 years, a lot of my belongings somehow never make it out of the duffle bags and suitcases. one day in nashville, i decided to see what i had in one of the suitcases, and ended up rediscovering this particular shirt.

yesterday i decided to wear the shirt. and the message it exudes spoke to me louder than it has since i first bought it.

refill with life. i looked at the sideways numbers in the bottles and the words again caught my eye. the truth is, i have been struggling a lot since i left nashville. many things in my life have changed drastically, suddenly, and more quickly than i can process through. and then i find myself one and a half months from getting married, living in seattle, with real things to deal with in practical ways, and a mind that is not prepared, too backed logged, slow to function. and a person to walk with me through all of this who has to deal with more than he ever could have imagined.

i think about the numbers in the bottles. filling them up with day to day stresses, sadness, hopelessness, mundane, complacency- i mean, the world in essence.

then there is life.

John 10:10 Jesus says, "The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly".

abundant life.

where else am i walking if i'm not walking with Christ in abundant life? im walking sluggishly, like the fool, missing the joy of the Lord, missing the hope of glory in Christ, missing the path of God.

my prayer is that God would "refill [me] with life" abundant life. so, i will have joy in Him. i'm learning a lot and meditating on some key Scriptures like Matthew 6:32-34 which says, "For your Heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is it's own trouble".

how do i erase the sideways numbers in the bottles of my soul and refill with life? seek first the Kingdom and all these things will be added to me. all the things God knows i need. not want. but need.

im ready to be free again. to experience abundant life. to wait on the Lord. for Him to renew my strength.

thanks be to God. for He is good. His love endures forever.

I bought my wedding dress on a tuesday.

I wrote this on a wednesday.

Boy oh boy have I been learning a lot in the last few months. I have had some measure of writers block since I moved to Seattle. Most days I dream of working on my book, but don’t move much past that dream. It is sitting in my trunk waiting to be rescued. Today I feel like dreaming and doing. Today I see God at work. Today my eyes are open. My ears are hearing. My heart is full. Today I trust God. Today I really believe He is good. Today I’m not afraid.

But, yesterday. Yesterday was Tuesday.

I think most of us since we were tiny, had some kind of dream about the day we would get married. It’s like this illusive reality. A date in the future that we cannot really wrap our minds around. Who will it be? How old will I be? Will it happen for me? What will my wedding day be like? Who will be my bridesmaids? What will my wedding dress look like? We either think of these often or just figure they will be a part of our lives at some point, and we subconsciously look forward to this day. No matter who we are though, we think of getting married to some degree, and we imagine what the day will be like.

I got proposed to on a beach on my 25^th birthday. And I bought my wedding dress on a Tuesday. I never thought ahead about what it would be like to experience engagement. I never thought about marriage counseling. To some degree, I guess I imagined I would meet with my pastor before the “big day” and discuss things about marriage to prepare. I never imagined I would take a class. That I would be in small group, listen to a teaching, do a lot of homework, and meet with a pastor I didn’t know to prepare for my marriage. I never imagined it would be messy. That I would have to dig deep down and find the things that have happened in my life which make me who I am today, and see the truth of what needs to be called out, and what needs to be changed. I always believed what I heard about how being married will be the most significant part of one’s sanctification. But, I never really knew why. I never knew it was because you can’t hide from yourself anymore. Because you can’t ignore the necessity of change, of sacrifice, or repentance. Not anymore. Not when someone else is getting ready to become one flesh with you. You have to consider them. You can no longer run. Or even try to.

I’m not one to ignore problems; to pretend like everything is okay when it is not. But, there are things in my heart that feel really deep, that God is calling out and reminding me that He has freed me from them so I need not be enslaved to them any longer. I watched a documentary on Rwanda. It’s called “Wounded Healers”. It expresses God’s power to reconcile enemies to each other, even in regards to one of the world’s most horrendous tragedies, namely, the Rwandan Genocide. In this documentary Pascal, a Tutsi Rwandan citizen, survives the genocide. His pregnant wife, however, does not. She is murdered by their neighbor Narcisse, a Hutu, who has been brainwashed to believe this innocent pregnant woman is an enemy. Pascal is the first of many Rwandans to genuinely forgive Narcisse for his crime. It’s hard to believe this to be possible. But, if we remember who our God is, we remember the truth He proclaims, “nothing will be impossible with God”. This floors me. But, it is real. And a reminder to me, and to everyone who sees any part of Rwanda’s story of reconciliation that God is who He said He was. He is love. He is good. He does work everything together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purposes. He is involved. He does care. He is in the business of justice. Of Hope. Of reconciliation. Of shalom. He is at work. And He is faithful. We can’t completely understand God. Where He is coming from, and why He does things the way He does. But, we can hold on to these truth’s that we know about Him.

Yesterday was Tuesday. But, today is Wednesday. I’m in Seattle in March and the sun is out. It’s 65 degrees and God is here. Today there is hope. My grandma just told me something I won’t soon forget. She said, “the things we worry about are things that never end up happening”. This is important for me to remember because yesterday, on Tuesday, God began to reveal a work He has been doing in my heart, namely freedom. In marriage counseling I brought up my fear of death. My fear of Dan dying. Of God doing whatever He wants to get glory. All of these real fears I hold onto which reveal my heart of unbelief in God. That a sin I am tempted by is fear, and a wrong view of the Creator God. I started believing deep in my heart lies that I had yet to recognize. That God is angry at me. That God is harsh. That God will not be faithful. That God will not carry me through the heartache of losing a loved one, even though He has already. That God is absent from me, and cannot come closer. That none of this will ever change. I cried a lot in counseling, and confessed these things to God.

And today is Wednesday, and I feel free.

My wedding dress is long and white. Made of cotton eyelet material. My wedding celebration is in 115 days from today. I got an internship at Rwanda Partners today. And God reminded me to trust Him. Not because He will give me what I want. But, because He will not withhold from me joy regardless of whether I end up getting what I want, or I end up experiencing what I fear most. He reminded me that He is good, and that what I worry about most likely won’t end up happening, but even if it does, He will never leave nor forsake me. He reminded me to consider the ravens and the lilies. And He reminded me that He foreknew what would happen in my life before He knit me together in my mother’s womb. And that He knew I would buy my wedding dress on a Tuesday.