Tuesday, December 14, 2010
For Narnia
High schoolers are so hyper when they all get together. I guess that’s one of many reasons I love them. Tri-Lakes Younglife is definitely a manic group sometimes. Jerome (my car) and I headed off to go pick up a few kids from the skate park in Monument. Reid (another Younglife leader) came with and we were talking about the perfect new REI jackets we received from committee for Christmas. There is something about fleece jackets that just make you feel so native to Colorado. After jamming out to – embarrassingly—“Love Like Whoa” twice we arrive to the skate park to pick up Davin, Alex, George, and Cole. “Fancy” by Drake is another Younglife favorite (the clean version of course) so we bust that out whilst conveniently tucking Cole’s name into the lyrics. “Oh Cole’s fancy huh?”
Hollywood theater was waiting for us as well as the bursts of laughter from the rest of our group. We were seeing the new Narnia movie and I was trying my best to contain my excitement. Total nerd alert with how much I love and respect C.S. Lewis. As I went around hugging the teens I hadn’t seen yet and then being sneak attacked piggy backed by Brooke, I decided to go say hi to all the other leaders. Blake and his wife Dani also had their new jackets on as Dani and I laughed about how we matched. Twinzies. Jeremy gave me a hug and thanked me for bringing some of the kids. I high fived Josh and then made my way to Evette. Oh, how much I respect Evette. Evette has been involved with Younglife for over 30 years and simply is saturated with Christ. Every time I see her and speak to her, I feel closer to my Savior. She is one of those people who just, gets It.
Evette lost her husband, Mark, this year to a long battle with cancer. Last year I sat at a Younglife club night and listened to her give a talk before Mark passed about trusting in God. She could barely get her words out as she spoke through sobs. “I’m scared, but I know He will take care of me.” Silent, unspoken tears trailed down my face. I could barely wrap my mind around what Evette was saying. This year at club, Evette spoke about the Lord being a good shepherd. “Mark was a tangible example of Christ to me,” she said, “and now… Now I have Christ himself.” I pray that I have the relationship and faith that Evette does someday.
As I held back my tears at the end of Narnia, dwelling on the words of Aslan, and ultimately longing for heaven I heard a sniffle from behind me. Evette was wiping tears from off her beautiful face… my eyes instantly were invaded by tears. She spoke to me about how she read those books to her children many times. I spoke of how Lewis does an amazing job painting spiritual wonders. Evette looked at me through her wise eyes and tear stained face, “The longing in my heart is so great.”
I was shaken. Do I long for Heaven, for my King to return and make all things new?
Romans 8:22-24 For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved.
Do I long? Rarely. Do I weep at the thought of seeing my Savior? Hardly. Oh that Christ may soften my calloused heart. I bet Evette thinks of Heaven daily, and that is now my prayer as well. May the longing in our hearts be great. I need to spend more time with Evette and learn from her I’ve decided. What an amazing woman God has placed into my life that I earnestly desire to learn from.
Walking out of that movie theater, driving Brooke and Maddy home, I had a deep self evaluation. There are many things Christ has changed in me, and there are many things still needing to change. As I pulled into my driveway and turned off Jerome’s engine I sat in my car. The presence of the Holy Spirit was so thick, I couldn’t leave. I dwelt in that moment and in His presence. I wanted to be still and know that He is God.
My thoughts were soon interrupted Stevie Wonder's “Sign Sealed Delivered” as my ringtone on my phone. Dang. As I pushed my key into the lock of my door and jimmied it to open I went into my room and read Revelations 22:1-5.
“Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign forever and ever.”
“You have returned for a reason. Your adventure begins now.” -Aslan
Friday, December 3, 2010
Who I am is Whose I am
Boring is the typical word I used to describe Thanksgiving with my family. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. I adore my grandparents and parents… but I can only pretend to be interested in political discussions for so long. I was elated to know that David (my brother) and Meredith (my sister-in-law) would be joining us this year. Potential discussions of ministry, theology, and memories of us being kids were on the horizon.
Something happened this Thanksgiving though that no preparation would have sufficed. The mash potatoes and stuffing had neatly been tucked away in the fridge as pie and coffee was served. David and Grandpa sat across from me in arm chairs as Meredith, my Nana, and I convened on the sofa. We listened to one of my favorite stories that I have heard dozens of times but could hear a hundred times more and that same smile would leak across my face. The story of how quickly my grandparents fell in love and were married… two weeks, people. When you know, you know I guess. I smiled and thought about how quickly David and Meredith were married. It must be a family thing. My Nana continued to tell the story of how God orchestrates our lives. I rarely hear my grandparents speak of their faith and my Nana’s words jolted my spirit.
“My self worth, who I am, comes ultimately from Him. All I know and need to know is that I am a child of God, and therefore I am more loved than I could have imagine and that is what makes me who I am.”
As words continued to drip from her lips I was reminded of Proverbs 31:26:
“She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.”
I could have cried in that moment. There is something so powerful about sitting with three generations of your family and knowing that you all are completely in love with the Lord. That was the first time I ever knew that with all my heart. Just as Christ orchestrated the meeting of my grandparents, so He also wove together that moment for my heart. Who are we that you are mindful of the Billingsleas Lord? What a blessing to know that my children may grow up with Godly great grandparents and grandparents. The Holy Spirit’s presence in the room was thick, nearly tangible. My name is Rebecca Mary Billingslea, and I have the honor of carrying my Nana's name as my middle name. May I be as steadfast as her in her faith. I look forward to the day I arrive on the shores of heaven to be greeted by my Savior and my Nana and Grandpa.
Proverbs 16:31, “Gray hair is the a crown of glory; it is gained in a righteous life.”
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Rescue
Stinging pain and striving all my days
Seamless pride. Your essence escapes me
I turn my eyes from You.
Where’s my rescue?
Placing Your placid hand upon the crest of my back
Your whisper is sweet to my ear.
Pray head to what You say
For You speak the deepest secrets of my heart.
Clenched soul and fist full of dissent.
Where’s my rescue?
Fractured and dysfunctional. Incapable of reprieve
Yet Your judgment is filled with compassion
My lips speak words which my soul does not agree.
So we dance under this cloak of civility.
I’m broken and beaten and worthless to You.
Swiftly come, for You are my rescue.
Seamless pride. Your essence escapes me
I turn my eyes from You.
Where’s my rescue?
Placing Your placid hand upon the crest of my back
Your whisper is sweet to my ear.
Pray head to what You say
For You speak the deepest secrets of my heart.
Clenched soul and fist full of dissent.
Where’s my rescue?
Fractured and dysfunctional. Incapable of reprieve
Yet Your judgment is filled with compassion
My lips speak words which my soul does not agree.
So we dance under this cloak of civility.
I’m broken and beaten and worthless to You.
Swiftly come, for You are my rescue.
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