This year our theme
comes out of Isaiah 55. One of the
students that goes to Texas Women’s University that I get to meet with each
week wrote this wonderful story that I think goes so well with that
passage. Ann Haven has really begun to
let God’s word transform her and Jesus, The Word of Life, has begun to bring
her new life. Her story is the same as
our story when we accept the invitation of God and drink from His truth. I hope that this story is encouraging to you…..
I'm so tired. My
body is bruised, beaten, and bloodied. I'm so disoriented that I can't tell if
the blood is mine or someone else's. I thought the battle would never end and
in many ways it hasn't. The smoke has cleared, the shots have stopped, but I
can still hear the shrieks of the people around me crying for their mother's,
brothers, and friends they have lost. But the real war lives on inside me.
Images are burned into my mind of people dying slowly. I can feel a sticky
darkness - like tar - coating my mind and the inside of my heart. I'm unclean,
impure, and internally broken beyond repair.
Eventually, I muster up enough strength to stand. Aimlessly, I walk from the
carnage toward what looks like a forest.
I've
been walking for what seems like years, and with every step I feel the despair
and fear growing inside me. This journey I'm on has not only been taking a toll
on my body, but my mind as well. I'm suffering from exhaustion yet all I can think
about is how thirsty I am. My lips are cracked and bleeding, my throat so dry
that not even the slightest cry could be heard.
The sun
has been down for some time now so I hear it first. Water. A bubbling stream
nearby! I try to pick up my pace but I loose my footing and collapse to the
ground. I lay there stunned, dizzy from the fall. I realize my hand has fallen
into the stream! I cup my hand and sip the water. I feel it run over my
deadened lips, against my swollen tongue, and down my larches throat. "There's
something special about this water" flickers through my mind, but only
briefly because my eyes slam shut and I'm asleep.
Sometime later, I
feel something pulling on my feet, a tingling in my toes. Startled, I blearily
glance down at my feet. My toes have started to take root in the earth!
Frightened, I try to pull away but I can feel the nutrients from the water
being pulled up through my roots - swimming through my body. At first I'm
scared and slightly panicked but the relief is so palpable I let myself sink
back down to the ground. As the throbbing in my head dissipates and the aching
fades I allow myself to drift off to sleep again.
Again, something
wakes me. I feel soft caresses against my skin. I peal back the kids of my eyes
and examine myself. Like a ballerina dressed in gold and white I see the suns
rays dancing gracefully over my skin. Where the sun touches my bruises,
porcelain buds burst from my skin and bloom into delicate crystal flowers. With
every new bloom some of the tar is evicted, expelling toxins from my
body.
I'm fully
awake now. I desperately want to be closer to the light and the healing it's
bringing. I realize somehow I've managed to stand. Like a child reaching
longingly for a parent, I extend my hands up towards the light. All I can make
out is the sillowet of my hands and arms. Quickly my arms begin to change into
what looks like sturdy branches of a tree and I watch in amazement as my hands
explode into leaves and more crystal flowers. My branches are twisting and
bending up towards the sun and the life he brings.
Warmth spreads
through my body and an inexpressibly joy is spilling from my eyes. Water, sweet
and pure spills out from my eyes and joins the stream below.
Once again, I look
down at myself. I'm not crystal, wood, glass, iron, or porcelain. I'm a
completely new substance so unrecognizable that my elements couldn't even be
found on the periodic table. I resemble a tree, but I'm not quite a tree. In
fact, I'm not sure what I am. All I know is that I'm new and I'm beautiful, I'm
stronger than I ever once was, and I stand among other creatures similar to me,
yet completely unique. Created and joined together by same healing water.
Soon after the
sun begins to sink low over the horizon leaving splashes of pink, orange, red,
purple and blue across the sky. In the distance, I see another lost soul making
it's way toward me. Running from the same war I was fighting in. I try to call
out to the but what escapes my lips is a song that tells my story. The notes
are clean and pure - Beckoning the weary soul towards the water.
I watch as the
soldier makes his way toward me and frantically gulps the water, then collapses
to the ground. Dead. Worried, I try to speak but again, I sing. Black tar
starts to run from his eyes and his toes slowly stretch towards the water. I
keep singing my song over the man and gaze at the moon as it reflects the suns
light - reminding me that soon it will rise again and make this solider, this
soul, completely new.
I get to work on a team of some of the best people I
know. This year, I get to work with Ana,
Rachel, and Autumn at UTD. They have
been such an encouragement to me and have really invested in the women at UTD
this year. I really need to take a
picture of all of the women leaders and post it here so you can see their
beautiful faces. For now, here is a
picture of Ana and me and then Rachel, Autumn and me. Please be praying for them. Rachel is co-leading a core with a student,
Ashley. They have such a large core with
around 20 women they are investing in.
Autumn and Ana are currently each meeting with 11 women small group
leaders each week. They help the student
leaders plan their group each week and help them in their own walk with
God. Please pray that they can be a
blessing to our student leaders!
In other news, we just got back from Fall camp last
weekend. It has been so encouraging
hearing the stories of people who were impacted by it. One girl, who is seeking God, came back from
camp already ready to start making some life changes. She and her boyfriend are sharing an
apartment on campus and she is considering finding new living arrangements because
she feels like their relationship won’t allow her to really figure out what she
believes about God. She knows that this
moment will define the rest of her life.
One of our student leaders and Ana are about to study the Bible with
her. Please be praying that she will come
to know Jesus.
Looking around our ministry this year, I can already see
that God is calling people. He is moving
and working all around us. Please be
praying for these young people. So much
is being thrown at them to distract them and tempt them. Many of them have believed lies for so long
that it is hard to know that they are lies.
He is changing these lives one by one.
Thank you for your prayers and believing in this ministry!