the last word...

You need to know this about me; MY TEAM ALWAYS WINS. I have to. I'm a failure if I don't. Not only do I have to win every competition, I must win every conversation. This is something I hate about myself. There is this uncontrollable need to have the last word. the final say. the clincher. Why can't I just let things lie? What is wrong with me?!
I didn't really notice it about myself until college. My roommate put up with it for years...still does as a matter of fact. Apparently this unquenchable deisre to be right crosses the boundaries of phone lines and email. She was compassionate with me and let me give the last word much more often than she should have.
This summer I met a girl with the same disease.
It is true that the things that bother you the most about someone else are usually the same things that describe you as well. On a 8 day road trip, I lost the final say to Erin more times than I can count. It took me about 2 hours to realize that I wasn't going to win much, so I tried to bite my lip. I'm not speaking figuratively; there were bite marks. By the third day, I couldn't hold it in any longer; I had to be heard! Even when I exploded out my definitive statements, she'd come back at me with more. This girl was not going to give in. Consequently, my life was completely altered as a result of this trip. Sounds overly dramatic, but very true.
Having the last word is not limited to topics of which I am knowledgeable. I have an extremely embarrassing habit of talking about things I am utterly ignorant about, but acting as though I've written the book on the topic.
For instance, I may be able to convince you that I know multitudes about photography and that I'm quite talented.

I can tell you the little that I know about photography in a way that convinces you I'm an expert. The embarrassment comes when I'm fluanting my ignorance to someone who actually knows something about photography.

The one with the actual knowledge then has options:

1. show compassion to the ignoramous and let it slide 2. quietly and kindly correct the inaccuracies of the ignoramous 3. loudly and proudly correct the enormous mistakes of the ignoramous while showing off own skills

sidenote: the photo scenario has not happened between my brother and I, but he would have chosen option 1

How many times does this same type of situation have to occur for me to SHUT UP!?

Your beauty should be that of your inner self, the unfadig beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in god's sight. I Pet 3:5

A fool's mouth lashes out with pride--------The tongue has the power of life and death------Those who guard their mouths and their tongues keep themselves from calamity---------Do not exalt yourself in the king's presence

Closest Thing to Heaven

I hear someone mention it and my breath catches.
I meet a native and my hands shake.
I see it on TV and I yell from excitement.
I feel it under my feet and it's the yellow brick road.

I HEART NY

It's 'Superbia'. It is to some adults what Disney World is to all kids. There's something in the air, in the traffic, in the overpriced food (except for the coffee and muffin I got for $1.75- thank you very much!); it's magic.

You can tell a New Yorker on the street by the way his mouth does not gape open, his extremely fast pace, and the bluetooth on his ear. He's on a mission: get where I'm going with the least amount of resistance. Does this guy have any idea where he is?! This is the most riveting, thrilling, pulse racing place he could ever be;

THIS IS MANHATTAN!

Lately I find myself so incredibly busy that I'm flying through the day (and even the week) just trying to get from A to B with the least amount of 'resistance'(the shortest distance between two points is a straight line). It's almost like I'm rushing through so I can get back to New York. I wonder if Heaven is like New York City?

What if Heaven makes our pulse race? breath catch? hands shake? Right now I feel like there can be nothing better than my favorite place. Someday I'll stand corrected...if I can even stand (Heaven might make your knees buckle!)

5 month hiatus

if anyone is actually still reading this after I've neglected it for 5 months (Hi Kerri).... you must be a very dedicated person with nothing to do!

I'm getting headshots taken this week, thanks to my professional actress/model friend Lauren. The assignment was to get pictures of 10 emotions and expressions that we have to imitate in our own photos. Almost all of the photos I've chosen are of Idina Menzel. Not only does she take tremendous photos, but there are so many things that I think are phenominal about her: talent as an actress, voice (oh my word), the way she presents herself during interviews, etc.

I want to live her life- she was in WICKED for crying out loud! She has a Tony. She lives in NEW YORK CITY. She gets to wake up every day and do something with extreme passion.

The closest I can come to being Idina Menzel is to mimic her expression in photographs. That's probably all right. Here's where I shoot myself in the foot: wanting to emulate her has made me an idolator.

Today I want to be an attractive, talented, and successful performer. If I could be those three things, I would be happy.....that thought runs through my head constantly. It's seemingly harmless, but when I think that, oh I don't know, about 47 times every day what I'm really saying is that I need something other than salvation and grace to feel content and complete. So now I've identified the problem; solving it is another story.

Take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ.....I always connect that with thoughts that are hyper-sinful; things like jealousy, anger, resentment...I didn't realized that it has to do with thoughts that are in some respects innocent. This means that every time I evaluate and scrutinize my appearance today wishing I looked differently, I should be taking that thought captive. It's going to be a long day.

Public Transportation

So yesterday I bought gas at $2.94 a gallon; I have to say I cried a little inside.
I don't normally stop at this particular gas station; it was chosen by default considering my gas light had been on for almost 20 minutes (I know you're thinking, "Stephanie- you live life on teh edge!"). I did however frequent this station during high school and college. I remember when raising that precious needle from empty to full would cost less than $20, and that was when I drove a Ford Explorer! Last night I paid $35 to fill my tiny little Civic with only 12 gallons of gas...oh I remember when...

As I got back into my car with all 12 gallons and no cash, I considered my options:
1. I could walk to my destinations (this would mean getting up at midnight to start my day)
2. I could try to carpool with people (almost plausible)
3. Public Transportation (hold on-we're in Fort Wayne, so that means you see a cab about once a year. As for buses, I don't think they make a route to the boondocks of DeKalb County)

This experience confirms, yet again, that New York City is the most wonderful place in the world. Are the residents of Manhattan complaining about gas prices? OF COURSE NOT! Not to mention, every day you get a chance to ride in the CashCab! I HEART NYC

Lonely=Good Thing (Not the Martha Stewart Way)

I'm surprised that I've lasted four months actually writing my own words in this journal. I humbly realize that there are others who write immeasurably better than I, so today I begin quoting other people!
Josh gave me Blue Like Jazz years ago, long before it was a cultural phenomenon. Granted, I didn't read it for awhile, so I do fall into the pop culture crowd. I'm now reading another Don Miller book, Searching for God knows what. Yesterday I read (twice!) a chapter about Eden. Here's what Don says:

I noticed Adam and Eve didn't meet right away. Moses said God knew Adam was lonely or incomplete or however you want to say it, but God did not create Eve directly after He stated Adam was lonely. This struck me as funny because a lot of times when I think about life before the Fall, I don't think about people going around lonely. But that thought also comforted me because I realized loneliness in my own life doesn't mean I am a complete screwup, rather that God made me this way. You always picture a perfect human being somebody who doesn't need anybody, like a guy on a horse out in Colorado or whatever. But here is Adam, the only perfect guy in the world, and he is going around wanting to be with somebody else, needing another person to fulfill a certain emptiness in his life. And as I said, When God saw this, He did not create Eve right away. He did not give Adam what he needed immediately. He waited. He told Adam to name the animals.

...I looked up how many animals there are in the world, and it turns out there are between ten million and one hundred million different species. So even if you believe in evolution, that means there were between one million and fifty million species around in the time of the Garden, and Adam, apparently had to name all of them. And the entire time he was lonely.

All this to say that had God given Eve to Adam immediately, would Adam be as grateful for her as he was after waiting so long for a companion? I was watching "One Fine Day" last night. I rarely want to watch this movie because I get so completely frustrated that this one day the two characters are experiencing could be so terrifyingly horrible; it seriously does just get worse and worse. At the end of course, they end up together and would probably say it was worth it to endure that manic day because of the result. How many things in life do I complain incessantly about, not realizing it will all be completely worth it in the end?! I feel foolish about it now, and I'm confident I'll feel foolish about this in months and years to come. My hope is that the time between foolish feelings will start to lengthen. My attitude is up to me to decide, right? Right.

My Brother, the Prophet...

It's obvious I think the world of my brother, Josh. Honestly, most people do. If I had anything to do with this phenomenon, I would be sounding pretty conceited now. Fortunately, I am unable to take even the smallest amound of credit for his incomparable-ness (not a real word, I know) I could make a list of his traits(in alphabetical order of course, since I am so detail-minded), but instead I want to focus on the thing I've learned about him most recently:
GOD IS TALKING TO ME IN AN AUDIBLE VOICE THAT SOUNDS INCREDIBLY FAMILIAR... JOSH'S.

I was reading his blog today from Scotland. It's better to read it for yourself, but the gist is that God was gracious yesterday, is being gracious today, and will most likely give me grace tomorrow. He is the I AM. He is present; present in Fort Wayne, Scotland, and Wilmington. I'm facing multiple changes in life these days, decisions that will alter the next season of my life. I spend so much time now wondering and worrying especially. There is no need; my brilliant brother pointed this out to me from across an ocean. Man I'm glad he went to Europe!

I Have Always Love You

This morning during my "daily commute" (I pretend to live in a bustling metropolis, but you all know what the Fort is like) I was listening to a CD that is a surefire way to get me energized for the day. On track 16 of CD Two the guy sings these words, "I have always love you. " The lyrics were not I have always loved you, but love you. I'll confess I hadn't noticed this before, but read about it in a critique posted on the web. Now I listen for it every time I play the song. I checked my piano music just now, and the word is written as loved. There are two possibilities:
1. The composer wrote loved, but the performer sang love
2. The composer wrote love, but the publisher accidentally printed loved
Typically I am not a fan of grammatical errors, but in this case I find it incredibly fitting.

Next week will be the 10 year anniversary(?) of the day my mother died. I was 15 years old; I am now 25. More than a few changes have occurred in the last 10 years. I could write the story now because it's still so fresh in my mind, but my brother has done it eloquently in two essays entitled "The Beauty of Suffering."

What am I getting at? Here it is: so many people tell me how much they loved my mother. Loved... in the past tense. I AM NOT DONE LOVING HER! (capitalization was not used to criticize those past tense lovers, but to show how much I present tense love her) I have always love her!
True, I haven't seen or spoken to her in 10 years. That doesn't change the fact that I present tense love her. My dad talks about this sometimes. He loves her in the present too, as does Josh. We don't loved her, we love her. This may not seem profound to anyone; that's not my intent. I'm just thankful for the extremely poignant lyric or possible grammatical error that has played on my car stereo innumerable times.

The Final Four...

You may remember back to the month of April during your senior year of high school. By this point everyone you knew well, were acquainted with, or just saw on the street for the first time was asking you these questions: 1. Are you excited about graduation?2. Where are you going to college?3. What will your major be?

Hearing these ten times was somewhat exhausting, and by the 30th I was ready to pull my hair out. My roommate in college had the idea to possibly tattoo those three answers to her forehead, except that she really didn't have answers to the latter questions for awhile. I hadn't wanted to return to life where 50% of my conversations centered around these questions, but it in fact has happened. Now they are slightly altered:

1. Are you excited about moving?2. Where are you moving?3. What will your job be?

I know that people have the best intentions, so it's not frustrating to cover this topic 9 times a day (on average of course!). It is however, quite exhausting; especially when I didn't have any kind of answers. Today things are on the move! Here is the most recent information:

** It's down to four cities in four different states- Wilmington, NC...Charleston, SC...Savannah, GA...Jacksonville, FL (all cities on the coast! Of course you'll all want to visit us!)

** We're now trying to do some church searching. I've found two in Wilmington that look GREAT! I'm going to keep researching in the other three cities

**Once we've picked a city, we're planning to make a trip down in the beginning of June to find an apartment.

**Our BIG MOVE will hopfully be in the last two weeks of July

**Jobs: Andria is looking to intern for Young Life. I recently declined a job in Indiana, which was difficult because I don't have anything else lined up. BUT there was an immense peace that flooded me when I made the decision. It was an administrative assistant position; I was encouraged to be offered the job without a degree or experience in business. I'll be pursuing the same kind of jobs in the city we choose.

**We are inviting any friends who feel like moving south to join in our adventure! Pray it over; it's gonna be a crazy ride! Also, if you are needing a new place to live in Fort Wayne, Parker is renting her five bedroom house. It's in a great area of the Fort, so maybe that's a possibility for you!

The moment I think I'm being so adventurous and becoming a daredevil, I realize that at this moment my brother is in Europe by himself hiking, hitch-hiking, hopefully eating, and ALL BY HIMSELF! I'll be so relieved when June 16 is here and Josh comes home! Keep him safe, please LORD!

Waffle Houses of the World....UNITE!

As a result of our many road trips as kids, Josh and I made a startling discovery; Every city on every Interstate Highway in the U.S. has some form of a WAFFLE HOUSE (granted this may include the famous Waffle & Steak, Huddle House, or the occasional IHOP. IHOP is not affiliated with Waffle House Inc, but falls into the same genre....or so I thought). During our 10 (which turned into 12) hour drive from Charlotte to Tampa last week, I told my 11 year old friend Sammi all about the geniuses who are Josh and Stephanie Longbrake and their brilliant decuction that Waffle House is trying to take over the world. We drove all other car occupants crazy by yelling out "Waffle House" every time we saw one on I-85, I-285, and I-75. We decided it would be worth the effort to document every Waffle House sighting on the return trip to Charlotte....and that's just what we did.
As we started our trek back to North Carolina, we kept a tally of each Waffle House along the way. In just the northern half of Florida we spotted 11 Waffle Houses along I-75. We stopped to eat lunch in Georgia at a, you guessed it, WAFFLE HOUSE.
***Disclaimer***I have always equated places like these with the Denny's in Fort Wayne. I now must send my apologies to Ryan Pfister (the only former Denny's employee I know) for having the audacity to compare such establishments!
***Yet another Disclaimer***Ryan is not the employee pictured. Any resemblance to "Bert the Diner Guy" is merely coincidental
Back to the story...I have learned that the only safe meal to order at a WH is a waffle and perhaps the occasional hashbrown. I did not order such a meal, and I paid the consequence by sacrificing that meal. There was however, a treasure to be found at this particular WH. The cashier's counter was fully stocked with Waffle House literature, including a listing of all continental Waffle Houses to be found off of Interstate highways! This made our data much more accurate and verified! There was an emotional time when we couldn't find the WH listed at exit 104, but we powered through. We were even surprised by the marvelous gift of a WH not mentioned on our map! I was able to encourage car riders that even though we weren't seeing WH's at a particular moment, we only had 10 miles to travel until our fears would be relieved. We even used our WH map to navigate our way home to Charlotte.
I find myself now searching all exits for a Waffle House, even though our experiment is through. It is as if my eyes have a mind of their own, and their hunger won't be fulfilled until they spot those beautiful black block letters on that stylish yellow background.
I believe and am stating it now that Waffle House is trying to take over the United States of America!
**Evidence**
1. You find them at 98% of the exits off major Interstate highways
2. You find yourself using Waffle House maps instead of Rand McNally to navigate trips
3. When eating at a Waffle House, you find yourself never wanting to eat eggs again
4. You start to hallucinate Waffle Houses into existence.

I have to say that I'm scared to get in the car. I'm scared to drive on the highway. I'm just plain scared.

Everything I Need to Know I learned at Friday's?

Honestly, I did learn a whole lot about myself and others by working at Friday's. It was the first time where I was surrounded by people who needed to hear the TRUTH. I was the polar opposite of most people I encountered there. Knowing me, I was very stand-offish and nervous to talk to anyone because I was afraid they'd make fun of me. What is this, Junior High? Most people blew me off for the first couple of months....except one.

We couldn't be more different. Religion, upbringing, hobbies (or addictions), philosophies, friends, education, life experience... no one would have ever matched us as friends. It was not anything I pursued, but this became one of the most honest friendships I have ever experienced.

There are two enormous things I have learned lately while considering this random, raw, and real friendship. Here is one:

This last week, my nameless friend has been in Alabama using his spring break to help with hurricane relief. This is not in his nature; he's more of a 'if it benefits me, then I'll do it' kind of guy. I got so excited about how this trip might affect him. Would he come home more humble? Servant-hearted? Thankful? Would this affect his religious thoughts? He's such a dynamic person; if he were a Christ-follower I have confidence that he would change his world for Christ (and I don't mean that in the cliche way we're all used to hearing it). Multiple times this week I've thought how amazing it would be to watch him be passionate about the truth. And then I realized that this must be the way God looks at and thinks about me.

"If only Stephanie were as passionate about ME as she is about singing/acting/etc... there are so many things I want to show her and parts of Myself I want to reveal to her." Why did I think I have arrived at some spiritual plateau, as if there are not HUGE areas in need of improvement?

I'm trying to find words that conclude these thoughts, but maybe they need to be left open...

Where in the World is Carman Sandiego?

Do you remember that kid game show on PBS? It was on after school. Three kids would use clues to search for Carman around the world. Also there was an a capella quartet (only the music nerds enjoyed that part...myself probably being the ringleader) that would interject random songs, turning the game show into a musical! Anyway, Carman would be in some new, exotic and exciting city that changed EVERY DAY!

In a very small way, I am following her fictitious footsteps. Since I have decided to change jobs, I have felt so much freedom. During a road trip this weekend, I asked my step-mom why I was limiting myself to staying around the city where I grew up. We started to brainstorm about where I might want to live. Everything became so fresh and exciting, as if my life was opening up in front of me for the first time. I could barely sleep that night; an adventure was starting.

I was nervous to move to a new city by myself, especially since I'm thinking CITIES here, as in a bustling metropolis. A friend's name kept appearing in my mind. I didn't know what was going on in her life, but I had a drive to do this adventure thing with her. I saw her on Monday, dying to ask her what was going on in her life. She beat me to it; I only shared the bare minimum. She then told me about HER recent musings about moving away to a big city. She was nervous to do it alone........ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?

As a sidenote I must stop and ask this: why am I surprised by God? Of course He orchestrates things like this...HE'S GOD!

Right now we have no set destination. I can't wait to figure out where God will help us go. I'm not sure He's going to lead to a specific place; I have a thought that He gives many options in this kind of situation. It's not as if He is one place and we are moving to another...again, HE'S GOD!

If you have any input as to where I should spend the next season of life geographically or otherwise, I'm receiving all opinions!

Rent Is Due...

I remember the day well. I was playing a game of Pounce with my NanNan (known to the rest of the tri-state area as Karan. Who are we kidding? She's known worldwide!). We would almost always listen to showtunes while playing Pounce. This musical was the anti-Rodgers&Hammerstein. I was magnetized; she was bored.

My journey with Rent started there and continued...
* Summer 1999- I would sing the entire score word for word with Korban (being good Christians AND recent BCS graduates, we omitted the profanity).
*Fall 1999- My roommate Nicole and I would perform selected songs for IWU guests.
*Winter 1999- We took a road trip to Bloomington and finally lived the dream. We saw Rent live on stage (We being Tonya, Nicole, Korban, myself, and some guy whose name escapes me now- obviously a lifelong friend).
*Sometime 2002- Amy and I would sync up our discmans and listen to Rent simultaneously, thinking we were the coolest (apparently we couldn't afford a headphone jack splitter).
*November 2005- The film opens in Fort Wayne; Stephanie and I are among the first to see it.
*February 2006- The DVD is released; I of course watch it in its entirety, along with the special features (a 4 1/2 hour experience)

Of course I am drawn to Rent because of the music; it ignites this unbelievable passion inside the listener. There's more though; I'm drawn to the relationships in the story. More than anything else, Rent is a story about relationships.





4 very different, very deep, and at times very devastating relationships...

Roger and Mimi-Each trying to fill in the holes left in the other; selfishness interrupts, then selflessness overcomes

Angel and Collins- Living in the here and now, wondering how long the here and now will last

Joann and Maureen- Faith and Trust vs. Jealousy and Pride

Mark- The observer, the encourager, the one who is stepped on

Ultimately, each character lived with the mindset that all anyone has is TODAY. They lived as though this is it. Do whatever makes you happy, whatever makes you feel good. All love is good and true, no matter who it is you're loving. This is dangerously close to the truth that I know. It sounds so great, but I know that it is contrary to real TRUTH. These fictitious characters didn't mean a lot to me until I realized...

I know a Roger.

I know a Mimi.

I know an Angel.

I know a Collins.

I know a Joann.

I know a Maureen.

I know a Mark.

WE ALL DO.

And then I wondered, Am I one of them?

Are You?

While You Were Sleeping...

Sleep, oh the bliss of this glorious thought! It's odd how the meaning and value of sleep changes during a person's lifetime...
...During the first years of life (not that I remember them well) sleep dominates the daily schedule. *I used to stand up in my crib and say, "Mommy I'm waking!" just to inform my parents of the break in my sleep-enduced coma.
...As a toddler, napping is still part of the routine, but most kids are against it. *I of course, went against the norm.
...As a child goes to school, sleeping is replaced with recess; what a trade-off! At this phase, kids will do anything to stay in on the action instead of going to sleep. *My brother was much more prone to this way of life than I. His energy seemed to be boundless, unless we were in the car. To this day, Josh is asleep before we even cross the Ohio border.
...Somehow there is a shift from "You can't make me sleep!" to "You can't make me wake up!" This typically happens in teenage years. *A few weeks ago I was taking care of some kids for friends. Getting one of them up in the morning was much harder than expected; in the end, I used the method of surprise. Her brothers ambushed her. It wasn't the most pleasant, but it was very effective.
...In college, sleep was a treasure. My roommate Amy and I knew that it wasn't even worth it to attempt conversation in under 30 minutes after waking up. We also knew the joys of sleep; that weird yet blissful sound one makes right before drifting off. Sleep~We didn't need much of it, but the little we had was priceless.
...Now I find that I've come full circle; I'M IN DIRE NEED OF SLEEP!!! Maybe I need rest instead. Is it the age 25? Is it having to leave for work before dawn? Is it the stress of life?

I long for sleep. I crave it. I treasure it. It is precious to me. It can also be my downfall...

And now I wonder; what have I missed while I was sleeping? And by this I am talking about the number of times I go through the motions of life sleeping with my eyes open. I just try to get through the day. Try to make it pass quickly. Try to speed it up. I miss conversations and interactions that could be beneficial. Could be significant. Could be eternally significant. I don't want to sleep any longer. Life is a blip. I can't afford to miss what God is doing and saying while I was sleeping.

(Thanks to Ryan Toupin for falling asleep and drooling so that this post could be enhanced!)

Jobless and LOVING IT!

It is official: I am changing careers. When they (the actual 'they' I can't recall) gave the lecture in college about how many people don't have a career directly associated with their degree, I vowed to use my expensive college education until the day I died.....ahem....sorry Dad.

Not that what I'll do won't be music related; it will just be more of an avocation than a vocation. I'm thrilled to say that I am pursuing my dream job of being a button-pusher!

Confession: I used to spend Christmas money not at ToysRUs, Target, or American Eagle.....
but at OFFICE DEPOT!

It's amazing that the moment I started to ask God if I needed to change jobs, He started to bring opportunities my way. In reality, He didn't have to do this. He could have said, "Steph, leave the job you're at. I'm not going to show you anything else to pursue for awhile, so you'll just have to trust Me." How immensely hard would that have been?! This is not to say I have another job ready to go; quite the contrary. For being in such a state of limbo, I feel 'surreal-ly' content.

I hadn't thought about John 15:5 in awhile. EricHall used talked about it all through December; but alas, it is February. Change isn't something I gravitate towards. I usually find something that works and stay with it well after it doesn't work anymore. God is taking me out of the normal and into what I now deem as the 'void'. BUT He promises fruit if I remain in Him. Sounds like a plan!

Change

I'm making a giant life decision tomorrow. In all honesty I made it a week ago, but those it affects will learn of it tomorrow. It's scary, exciting, stressful and peaceful....what a dichotomy!
I am personally keeping Higher Grounds in business (this is not the life decision I made). I go there now to do many things I could do at home, but somehow the addition of a vasto skinny coconut mocha makes me more productive. Yesterday I was listening to a friend talk of her latest life decision...going away to college. Change has always curled my toes, and not usually in a good way. We had an epiphany: without God, change would send us into mental institutions! Praise the LORD for His omnipresence!

On the wall of the coffee house, the black marker board read this:
The only way to cope with change is to help create it.


...Just one more reason to justify daily trips for coffee

The Importance of Being Earnestly Literate

My friend Laura is quite possibly the most genuine, selfless, and others-minded person I've ever known. I leave each conversation with her thinking of the new way I saw Christ in her; and how He is revealing Himself through her to me. She probably has no idea she is influencing me with such magnitude. She may just think we're having coffee...
My brother has the same effect on me, even to the extent that had it not been for his blog, I wouldn't even know what one is much less write one myself. http://thelongbrake.blogspot.com He inspires me to do many things; some massive and others minute. Lately, it has been to read.
I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn't resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes.
After that I liked jazz music.
Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way. ~Donald Miller Blue Like Jazz
Thank you Josh; Thank you Laura

Though the Fig Tree Withers

While we were tearing down that same woman's house in Matamoros, I noticed an odd tree. I'd never seen this kind before (though I confess I haven't paid much attention to trees since my Mom, Grandma, and I went on a leaf hunt for my 3rd Grade project). I tried in my best Spanish to ask what kind of tree it was. She couldn't remember the name, but knew it was in the Bible. She went into her 'house' and brought out a well-worn Spanish Bible. Opening to one of the gospels, she showed where Jesus spoke about a fig tree.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
This lone fig tree standing in the rubble is an image engraved in my mind. Rejoice in the LORD always

Building and Tearing Down

It happened a month ago, but it's effect is active now. Thus begins what I can imagine will be many posts about what God did to, in, and maybe even through me in Mexico.
On our last day working in Matamoros, we met a woman in need. She would soon lose her home because it was built on land that was being repossessed. Her hope was to tear her house apart by piece, store it, and rebuild it on her own property. Calling it a house is sugar-coating it. We climbed on the roof, pried apart each piece, sorted, and tried to salvage her home. It was one of the most humbling experiences of my life. What I viewed as trash; this was her treasure.
Who knows if she will rebuild her house. Who knows if any of the materials can still be of use. This is what I know:

See, I lay a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious cornerstone, and the one who trusts in him will never be put to shame. Now to you who believe, this stone is precious. But to those who do not believe, the stone the builders rejected has become the capstone.

She knows the Stone; I know the Stone. We will trust, and we will never be put to shame. THIS STONE IS PRECIOUS.