For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth. Colossians 1:16

Friday, May 25, 2012

I love hymns.  Seriously, hymns are the best.  For every situation, there is a hymn that could eloquently say what you are going through.  One of my favorite hymns is Thanks to God which reminds me of 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18: "Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."  Thanks to God captures that instruction so beautifully. 


Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered,
Thanks for what Thou dost deny!
Thanks for storms that I have weathered,
Thanks for all Thou dost supply!
Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure,
Thanks for comfort in despair!
Thanks for grace that none can measure,
Thanks for love beyond compare!

It is just so beautiful!  The hymn that has been on my heart and in my mind is Blessed Assurance.  (You should listen to it.)  I have been so overwhelmed by the way God has been providing through people to bring together everything for me to return to France.  Financially, I should be able to apply for my visa soon, and then return to my beloved brothers and sisters in France.  God has been so faithful and so patient with me in my frustrations.  In no way have I been completely accepting of God's plans, but I have found that-as the Bible has been saying for hundreds of years-when I am trusting in God, He is faithful and provides.

Perfect submission, all is at rest,
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Five months ago, I graduated college with the intention of being in France in March.  As I am still here Stateside, it's obvious that things didn't go as I had planned.  This isn't really anything new though; my timing is not always God's timing, and His timing is perfect.  Every moment that I have spent here has been a blessing, even if I haven't seen it.  I'll be honest, I have been frustrated, but those frustrations don't last long, all thanks to God's timing.

Every time that I have been discouraged, God has shown Himself in so many clear ways.  For the most part, I've been a pretty hopeful person in my life.  I mean, yes, high school was rather dramatic, but that's the teenage way, right?  A few weeks ago, I started thinking more in reality than in hope.  What does that mean?  Let me tell you.  According to my plan, I was going to be in St. Etienne from the spring of 2012 through the summer of 2013.  I told my supporters that I will be there through August of 2013, and they agreed to support me through that month.  My plan looked great on paper, but it wasn't coming to reality.  Since my plan wasn't working, I started thinking "Maybe this isn't what God wants me to do.  Maybe I've been wrong this whole time."  I e-mailed my contact at CrossWorld and asked if I need to have an end date to fundraising and if the money isn't in, then that's that.  I won't go to France.  The next day, when I checked my account, $300 more came in.  In my weekly e-mails last week and this week, I explained that 37% of the monthly support had been pledged (so, no more between the two Tuesdays) and not much had come in for the outgoing expenses either.  Well, that night when I checked my account, the numbers had jumped up by about $1,100.  A number of people made contributions and one family alone had given $1,000! 

One of the things that I love about the French is how relational they are.  A friend whom I had met in France explained to me "If you say you're going to hang out with someone, that means you clear your whole day for them."  Here in the States, "hanging out" means getting coffee or talking for about an hour at most.  I've never been that great at being in a group of people.  Talking with more than two people at any given time makes me uncomfortable and I just don't know what to say or do.  Not to mention, talking for half an hour-as great as that can be-often does not allow for actually talking about struggles, plans, or at least, more than just the highlights.  Over there though, if you go out for coffee, you sit for hours, discuss ideas, and just spend legitimate time with each other.  That is one of my favorite things.  Another little nudge from God telling me "Don't worry.  This is right."

Monday, May 14, 2012

My favorite meal of the day is breakfast; seriously, absolutely everything is acceptable at breakfast!  You want chocolate?  Chocolate chip pancakes or waffles.  You want steak? Steak and eggs (you can also even have hamburger!)  Potatoes?  Hash browns.  Cake?  Come on.  A chocolate muffin IS cake.  You can have truly anything for breakfast, and it is perfectly acceptable. 
When I was in France last time, my church had a retreat in the Alps.  There was a time for worship, sessions with different speakers, a hike out through the mountains, and all kinds of wonderful things.  For breakfast that weekend (and really, every morning I was in France), there was bread with butter, jam, Nutella, cheese, and bowls of coffee.  Every Friday that semester, I would get up early, walk down to my favorite boulangerie, and pick up a few pain au chocolat for myself and a few friends.  I would have done that everyday, but I figured it would get rather expensive throughout the course of the semester. 
During fall break, I went to Sweden, northern England, and Ireland.  It probably was my favorite trip I've taken.  In Sweden, my dear friends Linnea and Richard took good care of us, and provided us with delicious food.  Breakfast was (one of my favorites) granola with fruit and yogurt.  I don't know what it is about the Swedes, but they know how to make fabulously delicious granola. 
This morning, I made puffins for the family.  What are puffins, you ask?  PANCAKE MUFFINS.  Yes, someone finally figured out the best way to have pancakes on the go.  I made a few cinnamon sugar puffins, some chocolate chip, and some with crumbled bacon.  It's just so much fun to cook for other people, and I can't wait to be back in France and share in table fellowship with more wonderful people.

Monday, May 7, 2012

I have always loved words: quotes, word art, songs, anything made up of letters.  I have a board on Pinterest that's dedicated to quotes, and I found myself looking at those marvelous words today.  It turns out some of the best quotes I've ever heard about how to live life have come from Audrey Hepburn.  But the quotes I have found that make the most sense to me and truly explain thing that seem impossible to understand have come from children's authors and C.S. Lewis.

If adults read kids books and actually took the words to heart, the world might be on the road to repair.  Seriously, if each person had a cause they cared about and devoted their lives to it, it might just come to reality.  The same to say about that Cat in the Hat reference.  "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."  This isn't to say that everything that passes through your mind is meant to be spoken.  But rather, if someone is going to mock you for something you are about or believe in, then they don't matter. 

On my first day of class in France, we went around the room and said our majors.  When I said that I was a Biblical Studies major, my professor said "Studies?  Plural?" and for the next few weeks we would tease me about being a Christian and the absurdity that was, in fact, Christianity.  I was upset about this at first, but when I told my good friend, Nick, about this, he said "Abby, you're being mocked for Jesus?  That's AWESOME."  He was right, and after that, it didn't bother me so much that my professor called me "the religion expert" and asked me to explain what a resurrection was-which caused my classmates to laugh.  Eventually, he realized I wasn't as stupid as he thought Christians were, and the mocking subsided.  I loved my time in France, and I can't wait to go back.













Lewis















Words to live by

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Monday, April 30, 2012

Lovely news!  37% of my monthly support has been pledged and I am less than $2,000 away from having my outgoing expenses covered!

Slowly but surely, I am getting closer to getting back to France!  I am so excited, I can't even describe it.  So, instead of trying, here are some pictures of wonderful times in France.

A hike up in the Alps

At one of the lakes in the Alps

Class lunch

Bible Study

Making dinner

Fete de Lumieres

Snowball Lane, as named by Chelsey
With Georges, our grammar professor


One day, these guys were at Hotel de Ville playing "It's Raining Men"


Friday, April 27, 2012

I graduated college last December, and I can honestly say that I have missed it in the past few months as I have been waiting and preparing to go to France.  I've always been a studious person, and for the most part, I've enjoyed my education since Kindergarten.  It wasn't just about feeling cool because I was learning the things that my siblings new (literature, calculus, the events of various wars, etc.), I just really enjoyed learning.  It helps that I have loved nearly every single one of my teachers too.  In fact, my mom was worried on my last day of 3rd grade because she thought I'd cry because I wouldn't see my teacher for three months.  In my 13 years of public education and 4 years in a private college, there have been a handful of teachers who have influenced my life in profound ways. 

In high school, I had two of the best French teachers I could ever imagine.  They both had fantastic patience for their students who took a little while longer to understand what they were teaching, and they had so many fun ideas to make us practice our French.  In fact, I still use some of their methods and songs when I am teaching French to high schoolers and college students.  These were the two teachers who also took a deep interest in my college choices and on many occasions talked to me during lunch hours to help me figure out what I wanted to study, what to do with my life, and what kind of a person I wanted to be.  There are a number of things about me that stem from those conversation I had with M. Laird and Mme. Mores.

In college, I had the chance to have even deeper relationships with my professors.  During my Capstone course for Biblical and Theological Studies, Scot McKnight had us write shorter papers throughout the semester defining how we have changed throughout our time at school.  The last of these papers asked us to describe how we have changed personally since we came to college.  For me, the majority of this paper was dedicated to the influence my professors had had on me.  I started off with Business Management as my primary major, but very quickly realized business was not my strong point, seeing as the class gave me anxiety attacks.  I was enrolled in Introduction to the Bible that semester, and I was taught by a new Bible professor, Mary Veeneman.  When I told her that I wanted to write my first paper on the differing theories of the Johannine writings, she asked "Have you considered bring a Bible major?  I think you would really like it."  With that, I enrolled in two more BTS courses for the Spring semester, taught by Joel Willitts and Scot McKnight.  To say that these professors are tough is a grave understatement. They both assigned a great deal of reading, gave us exams, papers, and reading quizzes on a weekly basis.  Even in the midst of that though, I knew that Mary was right and I really did love those classes.  During the first or second week of my next semester in school, I officially became a BTS major and started it off with two theology classes, one taught by Mary again, and one taught by one of the most brilliant men I've ever had the honor to learn from, Brad Nassif.  In both of these classes, I had to define what it is that I believed about different components of the faith and give Scriptural evidence for why I believed it.  In the spring that year, Scot was once more my professor and taught me more about the man Jesus was and is than I had ever learned.

At the end of that semester, Joel Willitts sent a number of BTS students an e-mail encouraging us to think about taking a class with him the following Spring.  This wasn't just any class though; it was an on-sight study of Paul and John in Greece and Turkey.  I ended up taking that class the semester after I studied in France, along with my first Old Testament class with the one and only Boaz Johnson.  This man is very dedicated to teaching the Old Testament and how it influenced the New Testament and still impacts our daily lives.  This is not his primary goal in class though; Boaz loves his students and wants us to take each class we take and make it personal.  He wants to know his students so that he can better pray for them and teach them.  As for that class Joel taught, well, I could fill up an entire blog about how that class influenced me.  I'll just say that there is no way I would be who I am or have such an excitement for returning to France if it had not been for Joel, Justin Hardin (the other professor on the trip), and the other students who traveled with me.

I wasn't just influenced by the BTS professors during college.  There are two other professors who taught me during the exact months that I needed to learn from them.  Kurt Peterson, for example, taught the History of the Church when I was having honest struggles with understanding other Christians.  During the first class, he told us "Ask questions.  Always ask questions."  He wasn't referring to misunderstanding an assignment or the syllabus, but rather understanding the views and beliefs of other people as well as defining who you really are.  The other professor who changed my life forever was a Philosophy professor who taught the class "Intentional Christian Community", Greg Clark.  I had little interest in community at that point, and Greg daily reenforced how vital community is to survive.  He brought out class to a Christian Community every week and because of those people, I fell in love with community once more.

There is no doubt in my mind that I am going back to France because of the teaching I have had from these amazing scholars.  They have taught me more about what it means to walk in the footsteps of Christ and in the love and grace of God the Father to the corners of the Earth than I ever thought possible.  They showed me what living your faith actually looks like and how the smallest words can change a person forever.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

One of my friends from college suggested to me after I graduated to babysit for donation to my outgoing expenses.  Two of my good friends took me up on this right away, and I get to watch their two youngest kids every week.  It has been so much fun hanging out with them and playing with them every week, and I can't wait to see them again today!

People from my church and friends of my parents heard about my babysitting and also house cleaning for donation.  I absolutely LOVE cleaning.  I know, I'm such a dork for that, but I love it!  It was a chore, of course, when I was little, but I so thoroughly enjoy it now.  Putting things away neatly, using fun cleaning tools, ah!  It's the best. 

In addition to my love of kids and love of cleaning, I really love to cook.  I'm more of a baker than a cook, but making meals has gotten progressively more fun.  One family has hired me as their personal chef until I leave, all for donation to France.  One or two days a week, I make three lunches, two dinners, and a few healthier snacks for them.  It's so much fun to use my recipes from Pinterest that I know my family won't eat.  Yesterday, I make a lentil soup, a goat cheese-pesto-veggie pizza, a shaved fennel-grapefruit-arugula salad, a black bean salad, zucchini-oatmeal muffins, and a few other salads.  So much fun!

Who knew that doing the things I love would raise support?