Get up and Go.

I began writing about DCC in great detail, making sure to have everything sound … reasonable.  Trying my hardest to make everything make sense.  Tearing things apart and putting into explanation the only way my logic would have it.  And then I deleted the document, and started this.

Maybe it’s entirely illogical, slightly unreasonable, or terribly ridiculous to acknowledge the following [but the Truth of the cross looks crazy to the world, and love is many things, none of them logical- especially the perfect and undefiled love that is God’s]:

My Father; my Creator, that knit me together and planned every detail in my brain and heart that’d make me…me, is the King of the Universe—That makes me a Princess.

He also has set aside an adventure for me to pursue.

with having knit me together, He is intricately and intimately intertwined in every area of my life. Every area.

that King, MY King, my Creator who has intimately and intricately intertwined Himself in all aspects of my heart and mind and soul, my God who calls me to adventure, came here for me. To bare my iniquity, my shame.  He came to conquer death.  He came that I might have life, and have it abundantly (John 10:10).  Experience real LIFE, and experience it to the FULL.

And with that Life, comes death- to sin and to bondage, and to this life.  This fake life.  With Him giving me Life, nothing here looks the same.  From one day to the next.  My mind is renewed and my eyes are fixed on Jesus.  Because He’s God and He can do that.  He breathed the stars into the sky, He created man from the dirt, He designed the story of heaven and earth from start to finish and understands the capacity of its glory.  Because He MADE it.

One of the biggest things I took from DCC was this: IF GOD IS WHO HE SAYS HE IS.

That “if” isn’t a legitimate if.  I know God is who He says He is.  Confidently.  The point is to finish the statement.  If God is who He says He is…

I am a Princess.
I have an adventure I must wildly pursue that is waiting for me.
I am intricately and intimately known by my Maker, and He is concerned for every detail in my life.
My shame was carried on Jesus’ shoulders; I am restored, and God has come that I could have life, and have it abundantly.

So SINCE God is who He says He is, all of the above are Truth. 

The adventure the Lord made apparent I should run after was this:

Of this gospel I was made a minister according to the gospel of God’s grace, which was given me by the working of His power.  To me, though I am the very least of all the saints, this grace was given to preach to the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ, and to bring to light for everyone what is the plan of the mystery hidden for ages in God who created all things, so that through the Church the manifold wisdom of God might now be made known to the rulers and authorities in heavenly places. 
                                  - Ephesians 3:7-10

For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.  How then will they call on Him in whom they have not believed?  And how are they to believe in Him of whom they have never heard?  And how are they to hear without someone preaching?  And how are they to preach unless they are sent?  As it is, written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!”
                                 – Romans 10:13-15

And now the Lord says, He who formed me from the womb to be His servant, to bring Jacob back to Him; and that Israel might be gathered to Him—for I am honored in the eyes of the Lord, and my God has become my strength—He says: “It is too light a thing that you should be my servant to raise up the tribes of Jacob and to bring back the preserved of Israel; I will make you as a light for the nations, that my salvation may reach to the end of the earth.
                           - Isaiah 49:5-6

The only way He could have made it any more apparent would have been His audible voice.  It was crazy the way He laid this on my heart over the course of the ENTIRE conference, even when it was the last thing I wanted to receive into my stubborn and comfortable ears.  So I began my application to go to the Ivory Coast this summer for 8 weeks.  It seems He is calling me to Africa.

I want to engage in the lost and broken, the fatherless and the oppressed.  I want to trust in His faithfulness to me, to protect me from being corrupted as I dive into the hurt of the world.  I want to find the least of these so I can know that I clothed Jesus when He was naked, and fed Him when He was hungry, and gave Him drink when He was thirsty, and visited Him when He was lonely in prison.  I want to look Jesus in the face; I want to love on Him.  And I want to say that I submitted to His will when He called me to be a light before the nations, spreading the story of redemption and His salvation to the ends of the earth. 

I want to say that when God called me, like Abraham,

                                                                 I got up and went.