tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39774367678381894592024-03-05T03:24:38.926-06:00The ChandlersThem Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-90963491234739963612012-08-13T14:08:00.004-05:002012-08-13T14:08:50.230-05:00Kenya - Day 2Day 2 in Kenya started with one especially sweet surprise. We loaded into Naomi's Village's vehicle in order to make our way to Kijabe on perhaps one of the roughest roads (if you can call it that) I've ever experienced. But before we reached our final destination, we made a unexpected (for our team) stop to pick up a few extra passengers--Eunice and Joe!<br />
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If you'll remember, we had met Eunice and her son, Joe, at the IDP camp on our first day there. Joe had some painful sores on his face. He was sent home from school because of them. His mother, Eunice, was unable to gather enough money to seek medical attention for him. Isaac (the church planter) made special arrangements to get Joe the care he desperately needed but couldn't afford. We were happy to squeeze in almost lap-on-lap so that they could join us on our visit to a hospital in Kijabe. When we dropped them off 45 bumpy minutes later, Eunice's face beamed with appreciation (and Joe's with a bit of anxiety!). My heart was full knowing we could help their family even a little bit.<br />
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Our first stop in Kijabe was to see one of Isaac and Esther's many dreams literally being built brick by brick. On a hillside overlooking a lush valley, they are mostly finished constructing a guest house that will also serve as a conference center. Three stories of meeting space and guest rooms will accomodate everything from conferences for Kenyans, local pastors, church planters, and long-term missionaries to short-term mission teams needing a place to rest their heads for a night.<br />
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Esther invited us into their home after our tour of the guest house. She served us homemade mandazi--a tasty Kenyan treat somewhat like a beignet without the powdered sugar--and chai. Isaac filled us in on all that the Lord has laid on their hearts to do in Kijabe and Maai Maihiu.<br />
They played the following video. Watch it and may your heart be drawn to pray for what the Lord is doing through Rift Valley Fellowship.<br />
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I was so moved by their hearts for the people around them. They love well! I cannot wait to see what the Lord will do.<br />
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Riding the wave of the Karanjas' passionate vision, we got to see for ourselves the very place that started this whole journey. The AIC/CURE hospital team in Kijabe is who invited Bob Mendonsa and his family to serve in Kenya years ago. The Mendonsas were the primary reason our team traveled to Kenya. I was grateful to be able to lay hands and eyes on such a special place. While there we caught a glimpse of Eunice and Joe after his treatment. They were both smiles this time! Thank you to those who helped fund this trip--YOU provided for Eunice and Joe!<br />
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In honor of our thirteenth anniversary, I am taking a commercial break from my posts on Kenya.<br />
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For the past couple of months I have been slowly but surely making my way through Kelly Minter's study on Nehemiah. Each entry has been eerily timely. Today's was entitled "Full Circle." In Nehemiah 12 we see him leading the people in celebration through songs and such rejoicing that it could be heard far away (v. 43). What is so remarkable about this is that he is standing in the exact spot that he first inspected when he arrived to survey the devastation. Kelly observes, "God had brought Nehemiah full circle, beginning at one broken gate on the circumference all the way around to the very same gate, only on this day all had been made new."<br />
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Thirteen years ago, there were two gates I stood in front of with so much hope and vision. But at the time, they were not all they could be. They were broken and in need of much repair and sanctification. The first gate was our marriage. So much love but also so much baggage. So much growing up to do. Together. We struggled for years because it was worth it. There were days we didn't like each other that much but there was that knitting of souls that kept us from ripping each other apart. I can honestly say each year has been exponentially better than the year before. Today, Matt and I can stand, hand in hand, with our eyes toward the gate, marveling at all the Lord has done--all that He needed to do because we were both in shambles. We are in no way perfect now but grace abounds so much more freely toward each other, and in turn, so much more love.<br />
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The other gate was a desire to sing honest, new songs to the Lord from my heart. This was a heavy one. It leaned oppressively on the first gate. It was a good desire the Lord placed in me that I made an ultimate desire (which made it an idol). The Lord was so jealous for my worship that He took His time with this gate. Years and years He pressed, broke, reshaped and set me. For my freedom, for my joy, for His glory alone. I stand gazing at this gate, still with Matt (as he has had a front row seat to this renovation), in awe of what the Lord has done and let me do. Even if I only get to listen to the rough recordings of my first album, it is enough because His grace is enough.<br />
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In all of this gate-repairing, I am struck with this thought: <b>the point isn't the gate alone, it's the going through to what's on the other side. </b>These gates have given me an opportunity to see and experience God Himself. To know His being enough in the very deepest places in my heart and soul. To know the narrow gate--Jesus--through whom I have been invited to enjoy forever and ever. That's full circle. That's lasting joy. That's a gate that will never be in disrepair. It will never be demolished.Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-43251333994489113842012-07-30T09:08:00.003-05:002012-07-30T09:10:24.652-05:00Full<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="s1">I have sat down almost a dozen times to write this post. Once, I even finished it and perched my hand above the keyboard to press “finish” when all of a sudden it was gone. A wise woman told me that there must have been something I left out that the Lord wanted in. I think she was right. I am using this as an introductory post to a series in which I attempt to download all the things I saw the Lord do in Kenya.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">The impression I’ve been left with since being home has come in the form of a prayer. <i>Lord, as my heart and days were full of doing “the will of him who sent me” in Kenya, may they be that way here. Give me eyes to see the need and the work there is to do around me--where you have planted me for now. Give me x-ray vision to see through the neatly manicured lawns, the crisp, freshly laundered wardrobes and nicely-kept homes and businesses to the deep-seated need. For I know that the fields are white for harvest.</i></span><br />
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Audrey and I had the honor of meeting our sponsored child, Hannah. She is truly a delight. We were invited to be a part of the preschool children's morning devotion. Their cheerful voices recited Psalm 19:1. We listened, we sang, we laughed. Our hearts were full.<br />
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We met a church planter and his wife (Isaac and Esther) who are longing to plant a church that is gospel-centered and makes a physical difference in their community. One of the places where this is being fleshed out is in the IDP (internally displaced people) camp. They have a contact there who helps coordinate needs and resources--physical and spiritual. We prayed with a woman (Eunice) whose husband was far away looking for work, barely making enough to make ends meet but not enough to seek medical treatment for her youngest son. The sores on his face looked painful. It appeared to be something that could easily be cleared up with medicine. Eunice went on to tell us how she earned a living before her house was burned and they moved to the IDP camp. She was a seamstress. But, when her workplace was burned, she lost everything--her machine, her supplies. She believed that if she had a machine, she could begin working again and bringing income for their family. What I love about Isaac and Esther is that they care more about a person's spiritual need but not at the expense of their physical need. Tomorrow, we will purchase a sewing machine and supplies, and provide medical care for her son. The money we use will be what you all have donated!! Thank you for making this possible!<br />
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We also met an elderly single mother/grandmother who sleeps on the concrete in her home. She has aches and pains in her legs that keeps her from fetching water. She has to rely on "well-wishers" to bring her food and water each day. Here's what's amazing--she loves the Lord. Like, really loves Him, really TRUSTS Him. As she recounted her heartbreaking story there was no hint of resentment in her voice--only peace. That is faith. That is something only the Holy Spirit can do! We prayed with her but I believe I walked away much more strengthened in my faith because of her. With your donations, we are purchasing mattresses, sheets, blankets and a water tank. Praise God!<br />
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As our day comes to a close and I think back on all the Lord has shown me today, I can't help but think of James 2:14-17:<br />
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I am so grateful to the Lord for His gift of living, breathing faith! May He be praised!<br />
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More to come...Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-81525900026554865762012-07-15T21:38:00.000-05:002012-07-15T21:38:16.409-05:00tomorrow!!Tomorrow around noon, eight of us will board a plane (the first of three) with Kenya as our final destination. Thank you to all who have been a part of this journey! I will do my best to blog while I'm there.<br />
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Today we met with our contacts from Lost Orphans International (Joey Darwin has been a HUGE help!) and a couple that recently returned from their fourth (yay!!) visit to Naomi's Village. They had so much to share with us about the children there, the Kenyans who live nearby, the Americans who are serving at NV and all they've seen the Lord do there. To say I am excited and expectant is an understatement! My heart (and eyes) welled up as I drank in the pictures of the people there. The Lord has been so faithful to align all of the details that I can't begin to imagine what He has in store for us!<br />
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Will you pray for (and with) us?<br />
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<li>for the Holy Spirit to speak clearly and LOUDLY</li>
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<li>for the gospel to go forth!!</li>
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For Your Name<br />
No Other One<br />
Already But Not Yet<br />
Though You Slay Me<br />
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The Lord has been so sweet to prepare me for this week. Just this past weekend I was scheduled to speak at a huge women's conference--this was something that caused an equal amount of terror and excitement for me ;) But, as many of you know, the Lord had different plans. You can read about it <a href="http://themchandlers.blogspot.com/2012/06/why-im-not-at-tgc-womens-conference.html">here</a>.</div>
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It was such a powerful experience. I felt so tenderly cared for and loved by God. I felt the heaviness and beauty of His favor. That day will be a monument to His relentless pursuit of my worship. Such a perfect way to walk into today--to be anchored in HIS favor, HIS power, HIS delight, HIS worship. All great weapons to combat the fear that could potentially creep in.</div>
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Will you join with me in praying over this? <span style="background-color: white;">Will you ask the Lord to be gracious--to have this collection of only a few, little songs bring glory to Him and joy to the listeners? Will you pray that the enemy would have no part in this week? Will you pray that my flesh would be kept at bay and that if it does rear its head that I would be ready, prepared to preach the gospel to myself? Will you pray that my voice will hold up--that I would sing the song the Lord would give me with the voice only I have? Will you pray that I delight in His creativity in crafting the way I hear music and how it overflows through my vocal folds? Even then, will you pray that I will be malleable--able to joyfully take direction and criticism? Will you pray for the players and producers--that even they would be ministered to? Will you pray the Holy Spirit would be thick in that place?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I hope to be posting during the process...so be keeping an eye out ;)</span></div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-2413668002363005822012-06-23T14:34:00.001-05:002012-06-23T14:40:58.667-05:00Why I'm Not at TGC Women's Conference<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On my way to the airport this morning, I snapped the above shot of the incredible sunrise. After I had taken the photo, I glanced at its image in my phone and could not help but see the giant heart glowing back at me. I interpreted it as a sign that everything would go as planned today. That I would make my flight (I had more than enough time to make it on any other day...except for today), that the Lord would give me words to speak truth and love to the women at The Gospel Coalition, that the Spirit would move mightily despite me, and that I would get to spend time with women I know and love, and women I don't know yet but still love.<br />
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This glowing heart in the sky was a reminder that because I am His, everything works out for my good and His glory--that instead of my talking about His being the stability of our times, He proved Himself to be just that.<br />
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As I walked into the terminal, I knew it would take an act of God to get me to my flight on time. But, He is that kind of God. He can do the impossible. A line full of families with Mickey-eared children and couples dressed for beachy weather snaked past security, in front of the ticket agents and down the hall to baggage claim. No worries, I had plenty of time--a full hour. This just meant I'd have to make due with airplane coffee rather than Starbucks. <span style="background-color: white;">The digits on my phone kept creeping closer and closer to boarding time. Once that time passed and I was still in line, I became a bit more nervous. Just as I made it through security with 2 minutes to spare before take-off, I was informed that they had given my seat away. </span><br />
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The gate agents did what they could to get me on another flight. They handed me a voucher to put me on stand-by for the next flight and encouraged me to grab a coffee and breathe. I followed their instructions. However, when I got to the next flight's gate, my name kept inching lower and lower on the stand-by list. I was then informed that all the flights from Dallas to Orlando were oversold.<br />
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I could no longer contain the tears! I felt so burdened for the women at TGC and burdened with this message--that He would be the stability of our times, an abundance of salvation, wisdom and knowledge. I was a blubbering mess right there at gate C36 at the DFW airport.<br />
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A sweet voice broke the onslaught of "what if I had..."s and "if only..."s that were bombarding my mind<i>. Are you okay?</i>, she asked. Through sniffles and breath-gathering pauses, I related my story to this precious woman. I even unpacked what I'd prepared to share at the workshop with her. I told her how the Lord had proven to be the stability of my times through Matt's brain tumor diagnosis and the uncertainty that comes with that, and what I felt like the Lord showed me about Himself through it.<br />
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She felt like the Lord had purposed us to meet, and for me to share my story with her. It became apparent that the Lord was pursuing her. She knows Him, but the Lord was inviting her to return to Him.<br />
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Once it became apparent that I would not make any flight to Orlando today, I exchanged cell numbers with her. She texted this to me a few hours later:<br />
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I thought I knew what that big heart in the sky meant, but the Lord showed me something better. He showed me how intimately He loves us. He showed me that He personally knows what each of us is going through and has gone through. He showed me that He enters in! He orchestrates and establishes the most intricate of details! He showed me that all other props--a flight schedule, a security line, a healthy husband, my plan for my life--cannot truly sustain. Only He is unshakeable. Only He can be the stability of our times.<br />
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For all you precious, precious women at The Gospel Coalition's Women's Conference, please know that I am praying for you. More than good doctrine (though it is important!), I pray you get more of JESUS this weekend, in whatever form He may present Himself---in the expected and the unexpected. I pray I get another chance to share with you, some way, some how.<br />
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<i>Esther (picture on the left), 4 yrs. and newborn Baby Naomi (picture on the right) joined us in April 2012. Abandoned by her parents when she was 2 yrs. old, Esther was taken in by a person who then severely abused her. She was rescued from this traumatic situation and has been awaiting a permanent home for 2 years. Sweet Naomi was found abandoned in a field shortly after her birth. Miraculously, she was rescued before being attacked by safari ants, dogs, etc. and before becoming severly dehydrated under an equatorial sun. We praise God for these 2 rescued lives! </i></div>
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<i>Laban and James are shy, sweet young boys. We are thankful God is bringing them to Naomi's Village where they will be safe and loved. Both of these boys need sponsors. If you can help, please let me know. You could also help by sharing the story of Naomi's Village and these 2 precious boys with your family and friends. Perhaps they would like to be a part of restoring hope to Laban and James. Please also pray for Laban and James as they make the transition to their new home soon. </i></div>
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Because of this, the goal has been met! If you'd still like to give, thank you but please know that I won't be able to send my EP to you. If you gave by today and over $10, you will receive my EP. If you give after today, I will not be able to get my EP to you. I am so sorry about that. However, you'll be able to buy it via iTunes once it's released (late July/early August).<br />
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More importantly (than all this EP business), I can't wait to share pieces of the journey with you guys! I will start posting more in the coming weeks of what to pray for while we're there and sneak peeks into Naomi's Village--the stories, the people. Thank you so much for standing with me in this..."one on one side and the other on the other side." Thank you for being our Aaron and Hur so that we can be Naomi's Village's Aaron and Hur.<br />
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p.s. If you are receiving my EP and would like a digital copy instead of a physical copy, please let me know.Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-6312067211267953702012-06-06T15:03:00.001-05:002012-06-06T15:05:24.753-05:00I Need Your HelpOn July 16th, Audrey (my 9-year-old) and I will, Lord willing, be traveling with a small group of women to Kenya to love on some missionaries and orphans--one of whom has become particularly special to our family (she is pictured below). She lives in Naomi's Village--a home for children who have been orphaned or rescued from life-threatening circumstances. They receive love, care, support and discipleship.<br />
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The Lord put this trip on my heart in January, and He has been faithful to line up our schedule and place people to join us in the adventure--physically, spiritually and financially. However, we've run into a snag. With rising gas prices, our plane tickets are much higher than we initially planned.<br />
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When I first received the news, I was honestly discouraged. I felt sure that this is what the Lord had in store for us. Providentially, I was reading through a manuscript of an amazing new author who serves as a missionary with her husband and children in the Middle East (I cannot wait to recommend her book to you!). She recounts the story in Exodus 17:8-13 of the battle between the Israelites and the Amalekites. Joshua and a select group of men go out to fight their enemies. Moses, Aaron and Hur stand on the top of a hill nearby. Whenever Moses holds up the staff of God with his hands high in the air, Joshua and the Israelites prevail. As soon as his arms lower, their enemies prevail. Naturally, Moses' arms began to grow weary but they did not give up. They took a stone and put it under Moses, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands. It says, "So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun...and Joshua overwhelmed Amalek and his people with the sword."<br />
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Now, I know this story is ultimately a shadow of Christ's arms being outstretched on a cross on our behalf to utterly destroy our enemies of sin and death. Praise Him!! But, I also believe it is a portrait of how we may come alongside one another, "one on one side, and the other on the other side," to accomplish something we feel the Lord has put in our heart to do.<br />
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This is where you come in. Would you prayerfully consider giving to this trip? Would you stand with us, "one on one side, and the other on the other side" to see this come to fruition? If you can't give financially, will you pray for the Lord to provide? If you can give financially, there is one small incentive.<br />
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At the end of this month I am going into the studio to record my first EP (a collection of 5 or 6 songs that I have written and will perform). I would love to give you a copy of it (<i>once it is printed, which would be some time toward the beginning of August...after our trip to Kenya<b>)</b></i>,<u><b> if you give $10 or more to our trip. </b></u><br />
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Online: go to <a href="http://www.lostorphans.com/"> <span class="s1">www.lostorphans.com</span></a> - general donations tab - Naomi's Village - add to cart - select amount to donate - choose Naomi's Village again in the drop down menu - place order - put *Chandler* in the comment section when filling out the donate page.<br />
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By mail: Send a check payable to LOI with "Chandler" in the memo line to: <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;">LOI, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;">P.O. Box 1388, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;">McKinney, Texas 75070</span><br />
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Thank you for even considering this and especially for praying for us! I will be updating the blog in the coming weeks, during our trip and afterward.<br />
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For more information on Naomi's Village, go to <a href="http://naomisvillage.com/">naomisvillage.com</a>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-32591396350139343632012-03-27T10:28:00.000-05:002012-03-27T10:28:14.699-05:00HannahHannah. A woman well acquainted with waiting. She had the love of her husband. She had a double portion. But, she did not have a child. For her, she could gain the whole world but her heart would still lay in pieces on the ground. To make matters worse, the woman that shared her husband found great pleasure in crushing the shards into fine powder with her annoyingly fruitful womb and surgically sharp tongue. Her poor husband did everything he knew to do to comfort her. He knelt down and carefully gathered the pieces from the dirt. He lifted them up to show her and vainly attempted to fit them back together. All his might, all his skill, all his tenderness, all his love could not mend what the Lord had broken.<br />
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God had every ability to open her womb yet He waited. He knew the impact of the little life that would soon sprout within her. He knew the kind of tree He would plant in His house that would usher in a king who would be a shadow of the King to come. The fruit was too precious to let it be plucked by man, sit in a bowl, without being consumed, and rot. <br />
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So, He ordained a waiting for Hannah. Not just for her son Samuel but for her soul as well. He knew the best thing for her heart was to come to the end of itself. To reach the point that there was no way she could ever glue the pieces back together. All she could do was let out tear-soaked prayers and throat-tight cries to the only One who could do more than repair a heart but give her a completely new one. He would give her a desire to give up the very thing for which she longed. She would utter a vow to devote her only child to live ever in the service of her God.<br />
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And the Lord heard. He remembered Hannah. He boasted in her humility. He lifted her up. And in turn, from a new heart, she worshiped Him. She gave a sacrifice of praise - her only son.<br />
<br />Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-52127386473325131862011-12-11T09:54:00.002-06:002011-12-11T11:26:47.228-06:00The Weight of WaitingAdvent is one of my favorite seasons though it involves one of my least favorite activities: waiting. Though I'm not especially fond of waiting in a long line at the grocery store or waiting for a traffic light to turn green, this is another kind of waiting. This is waiting on the Lord. <div><br /></div><div>I have dreams, plans, desires that I long to see come to fruition. These are good dreams--plans, I pray, that would give glory to God and stir the affections of the saints toward Him. I'm not alone in this. At the moment, I know of two families in particular who are waiting for some very good things. One waits to see if the Lord would be gracious in continuing to grow a precious child in her womb. Another waits to see if He will grant healing and restoration in their daughter's body. The one word in those sentences on which its content hangs is this: waits. </div><div><br /></div><div>Beyond a shadow of a doubt, I know the Lord could speak one word in the smallest moment and all would be restored--the little life would grow, the broken body would be healed, and my plans would materialize. He is able. But, as of this morning, He hasn't chosen to reveal His will in these matters yet. Both families (and myself) are waiting. This I do know: God <i>has </i>revealed His will for right now. His will for them and for me is to wait. </div><div><br /></div><div>There is weight in waiting. It is a gravity that pulls us toward Him. Very few things offer relief or respite but the presence of God and the healing balm of His word. </div><div><br /></div><div>This weight is a heaviness that presses us down, sometimes on our faces. Many times in my waiting the Lord has shown me that I desire the thing on which I wait more than I desire Him. The realization of my idolatry and the unrelenting kindness of God even in the midst of it leads me to confession and repentance. </div><div><br /></div><div>This weight refuses to let us go about our day without it reminding us of its presence. In my experience with waiting, I find others' fulfillment of what I'm longing for highlighted. Rarely do I glance through a Twitter timeline without seeing even a hint of this. "Everyone" seems to be <b>not</b> waiting. </div><div><br /></div><div>For those who wait on the Lord, though, it is not a weight leading to despair but instead a weight that invites us to know hope. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Remember my affliction and my wanderings, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>the wormwood and the gall! </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My soul continually remembers it </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and is bowed down within me.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But this I call to mind,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and therefore I have hope:</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>his mercies never come to an end;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>they are new every morning; </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>great is your faithfulness.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"The Lord is my portion," says my soul,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"therefore I will hope in him."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Lord is good to those who wait for him.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It is good that one should wait quietly</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for the salvation of the Lord.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lamentations 3:19 - 26</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">By the inspiration of the Holy Spirit from the mouth of Simeon, a man well-acquainted with waiting, as he holds the infant Jesus...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lord, now you are letting your servant depart in peace,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>according to your word;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>for my eyes have seen <b>your salvation</b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>that you have prepared in the presence of all peoples,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>a light of revelation to the Gentiles,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and for glory to your people Israel.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Luke 2:29 - 32</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">This is the hope: the salvation of the Lord has come and will come again to make all things right. It has come in the form of Jesus. Because He has come, all things will be used for our good whether our waiting ends as we've hoped or not. In our waiting and in its end, we get Him.</span></i></div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-43674142669063872952011-06-06T10:04:00.002-05:002011-06-06T10:30:12.085-05:00Jump.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13Ke87mrnWztu0yD-h4Q3uBlZ9EtdJcotwXkL4Y1n8wtGBGxrCqB4_rWXU6xpVZ4l4tfW0k8col6UnMLYxh2RIYm78uVAVOXv31ityUaSGxcFpESxsK_B2MgBX1l_KpykXdNWT9d7PqDy/s1600/abea6ceaaae14b8cbba629a27e78ae36_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Surrendering the safety of the deck chair, she cautiously approaches the pool's edge. His irresistible voice calls her to come closer. As the distance between them wanes, another more menacing voice whispers, "can you be so sure that He will catch, much less keep you?" For a moment, she entertains the thought of her feet leaving the ground beneath only to be met with water--no firm hands to grab her. Sweetly, a whisper interrupts the vision, "He is strong and He is good. He will not only catch you, He will keep you." The only courage she finds is when her eyes are locked on His. Though the doubts linger, they are drowned out by His beckoning. Her toes dangle. Her knees bend.<div><br /></div><div>She jumps.</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I lift up my eyes to the hills.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>From where does my help come?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My help comes from the Lord,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>who made heaven and earth.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>He will not let your foot be moved;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>he who keeps you will not slumber.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Behold, he who keeps Israel</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>will neither slumber nor sleep.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Lord is your keeper;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>the Lord is your shade on your right hand.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The sun shall not strike you by day,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>nor the moon by night.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Lord will keep you from all evil;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>he will keep your life.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Lord will keep</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>your going out and your coming in</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>from this time forth and forever more.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Psalm 121</i></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13Ke87mrnWztu0yD-h4Q3uBlZ9EtdJcotwXkL4Y1n8wtGBGxrCqB4_rWXU6xpVZ4l4tfW0k8col6UnMLYxh2RIYm78uVAVOXv31ityUaSGxcFpESxsK_B2MgBX1l_KpykXdNWT9d7PqDy/s320/abea6ceaaae14b8cbba629a27e78ae36_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615129333396997890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-4650485404438623472011-05-31T13:35:00.006-05:002011-06-03T12:24:33.031-05:00Summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWPrCfe3Bpw2G-Lr06ib6pvvJiIxm6lRiHYcmCtAMBlkLi4RjH9g4ivaIuQh6ySaTZ9L3olKuWjGM8iXm1EQ68tzsxA5HGJLaau8nkLQT2GxQw6sMl_HsAT_mM-TRZxECWN_Qs8g2Hzs2/s1600/3340b346222e48deada38a8b36c89e67_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWPrCfe3Bpw2G-Lr06ib6pvvJiIxm6lRiHYcmCtAMBlkLi4RjH9g4ivaIuQh6ySaTZ9L3olKuWjGM8iXm1EQ68tzsxA5HGJLaau8nkLQT2GxQw6sMl_HsAT_mM-TRZxECWN_Qs8g2Hzs2/s320/3340b346222e48deada38a8b36c89e67_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612951296107242386" /></a><i><br /></i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>To everything there is a season, and a time for every matter or purpose under heaven...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>Ecclesiastes 3</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Though we have yet to hit the summer solstice, our family has already enjoyed the season's sweet offerings: a blazing sun, a respite from routine responsibilities, and constant company with each other. Audrey, Reid and Norah are each at a place in life that I want to freeze-frame and soak up every twinkle of the eye and idiosyncratic remark, every giggle and guffaw. Aside from the monthly chemo week, Matt is in full-form: energized and engaged.</div><div><br /></div><div>Part of me wonders:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Would the summer be so sweet if the winter weren't so bitter?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And, would the bitter winter be so bearable if the summer's promise weren't so sweet?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Lord, in His providence and sustaining grace, is kind to mingle the two. In the cold of winter, we carry the warmth of the Son through Whom the promise is made to be with us "always, to the end of the age." And in the season of colorful communion, we carry the heavy reality that green will give way to gray, proving that we are not home yet.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For now, I will live in the season I feel swirling about me. I will drink it in, savor it as a foretaste of heaven: a blazing Son, a forever respite from a worn-out world and constant company, face-to-face with my Savior and the saints around the throne.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZC9SW0noD50emNcM3hbLwyaBNpSTQgBKZOTMAwLhyC9GIbLx4jP2PVpinE-_m1fa4yk8WWZN2ZHLRLSFkyGza50VPfVtRPZz4NdN8nz5zBEBTIwQt1KjvBjH_i3kjQE5Lp7NctD0jSMx/s1600/b841e6659c3449c0b2eadffc56e685a8_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZC9SW0noD50emNcM3hbLwyaBNpSTQgBKZOTMAwLhyC9GIbLx4jP2PVpinE-_m1fa4yk8WWZN2ZHLRLSFkyGza50VPfVtRPZz4NdN8nz5zBEBTIwQt1KjvBjH_i3kjQE5Lp7NctD0jSMx/s320/b841e6659c3449c0b2eadffc56e685a8_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612951133199420066" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-36664835468245300512011-04-27T14:39:00.003-05:002011-04-27T15:23:12.850-05:00Know AND Believe<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I'm going through Kelly Minter's study, "No Other Gods" right now. Last summer, I picked up her Ruth study with a couple of friends. Loved it. This one has not disappointed. In one of the readings a few days ago, she led us to 1 John 4. I can't recall off the top of my head what she wanted us notice but what jumped off the page for me was in verse 16:</span><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">So</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 6px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></i></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Know AND believe.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I don't believe John was being redundant here. Instead, I think he was making a point. But first, what is "the love God has for us?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Back up to verse 14: <i>the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i> the world. </i>This love is seen and proven in the Father sending his Son into the world to save it...to bear the heaviness of sin on the cross, burst the bonds of death in His resurrection, and breathe the Spirit into us with His ascension (because if He stayed, the Helper wouldn't come...(John 16:7). In short, God's love = the gospel.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i>So we have come to know AND believe...the gospel.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Many of us know the gospel. We can recite John 3:16 with the best of them. We would adamantly reject the belief that the gospel is really us modifying our behavior to be accepted by God. But here's my question, do we BELIEVE the gospel?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">For me, it's all too tempting to "know" the love God has for me and not believe it too. Instead, I live my life as if I still have to earn it...as if it wasn't freely given and shown on the cross. Sometimes I live my life as if He has to prove His love again because I'm not trusting He has my good in mind. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">There is a daily need to remind myself to not just know but to also believe. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Lord, help my unbelief!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-66996720400998366192011-01-04T07:49:00.006-06:002011-01-04T08:34:44.979-06:00The House of Duplicity<div style="text-align: center;">A good name is better than fine perfume,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the day of death better than the day of birth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is better to go to a house of mourning</div><div style="text-align: center;">than to go to a house of feasting,</div><div style="text-align: center;">for death is the destiny of every man;</div><div style="text-align: center;">the living should take this to heart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>Ecclesiastes 7:1 - 2</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A hospital. A medical center. A house of mourning. A house of feasting. I find it intriguing how one place can be experienced so differently by each of its visitors. Even then, how it can be experienced differently each visit for each visitor. One may walk through its doors in great expectation of new life or renewed life. Another day, that same one may walk through its doors with great sorrow and heaviness of heart knowing final moments and possibly final breaths may be shared. Scripture says it is better to be the latter. That's not to say the former is bad. It's just not as good. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The week prior to Christmas, I had the joy of helping welcome a sweet baby boy into our community. The waiting room was filled with predictions, hope, joy and excitement. A perfect, almost 9-pound early Christmas present was delivered in great health with the cry of new life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Potential. Hope. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The week after Christmas, I received a call that my grandfather was losing his battle with cancer. Conversations were peppered with "hospice" and "comfortable." My mother and I sat on either side of his bed holding his hands and watched an old black & white movie with him in a rare moment of ease. I wondered if this would be one of the last times I would share the same air with him. I wondered what he was thinking as we watched the movie. I wondered if he wondered if this would be a last shared moment with my mother and me. My mind was less focused on the days between birth and death and more focused on the last day. The last moment. The last breath.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What would I be thinking? Where would my hope rest? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today, we walk into the house of duplicity. I am grateful for the gravitational pull of that house. Each visit for a scan or a check up holds the possibility of either disposition. The potential of experiencing its mourning shakes my heart to its foundation. Am I founded on the hope of tomorrow or on Christ in me, the hope of glory?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Truly, it is better to go to the house of mourning.</div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-60000303952576313872010-12-18T09:55:00.002-06:002010-12-18T10:15:28.322-06:00My Chains Are GoneFor the past couple of weeks, a war has waged in my heart: a war between the Spirit and my flesh (which has found an ally in the whispered lies of the enemy). I have lived between the tension of grace and shame. There have been moments that I have gratefully sought shelter in the shadow of the Cross and moments that I have tried to climb up on that Cross and blasphemously become my own messiah. <br /><br />As I sat the other night listening to traditional hymns and carols sung in worship (as was their original intention), the words of the songs washed over me. One song in particular was Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone). As I sang the words, the enemy (and my heart) condemned me saying, you can't sing those words honestly...you still have some pretty heavy chains.<br /><br />But then...<br /><br />Grace spoke. The Holy Spirit shut the mouth of the enemy and my heart. He said, yes, your chains ARE gone. Jesus, God wrapped in flesh, Emmanuel, came and lived the life you should have but couldn't and died the death you should have but won't. And that's not all. He rose and intercedes for you even now.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"for whenever our hearts condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and He knows everything." (1 John 3:20)<br /></span><br />AND HE KNOWS EVERYTHING.<br /><br />He knows the filth I've thought. He knows the self-righteousness I've felt. And yet He does not condemn me! <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death. For God has done what the law, weakened by the flesh, could not do. By sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh and for sin, he condemned sin in the flesh, in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not according to the flesh but according to the Spirit." (Romans 8:1 - </span>4)<br /><br />My chains ARE gone!<br />I HAVE been set free!<br />My God MY Savior has ransomed me!<br />And like a flood, His MERCY reigns...<br />Unending love, amazing GRACE!Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-42997214192738699472010-12-08T10:30:00.008-06:002010-12-08T16:06:00.824-06:00Sudan - Part Two<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9Z3Aj5mXNlNiNB3k_9N2ctkwXLLXaEf8-SpKX0A72rZfotz9OD8G2HXyqB90fpnNoqpx9fzFSK4vd0L10LXF9UfizLYwr6KdQ6-HQCZScCqemfkDd2WU13rAkSr9xCicZrne8B8YJ4-D/s1600/IMG_4295.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9Z3Aj5mXNlNiNB3k_9N2ctkwXLLXaEf8-SpKX0A72rZfotz9OD8G2HXyqB90fpnNoqpx9fzFSK4vd0L10LXF9UfizLYwr6KdQ6-HQCZScCqemfkDd2WU13rAkSr9xCicZrne8B8YJ4-D/s320/IMG_4295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548350597205034962"></a><br /><br />While in Sudan, we had the privilege of working with Bishop Taban. He and his wife, Grace Ann, were a blessing to know. Their love for the Lord and for the people of Sudan and beyond was convicting. They have a vision for the fulfillment of the Great Commission. Through the network of their churches and ministries, they are empowering people all over Africa to spread the gospel by loving orphans, training pastors, educating the people, funding clinics, creating jobs...the list goes on and on.<br /><br />Will you pray that the Lord would bless and increase their work there? Will you pray how you can help the people of Sudan? Here are a few ways you can help:<br /><br /><a href="http://aidsudan.org/">Aid Sudan</a> - make a donation or buy a radio by which people may hear the gospel<br /><br /><a href="http://www.hisvoiceforsudan.com/">His Voice for Sudan</a> - help build an orphanage <br /><br /><a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/actions-speak-louder-single/id403660123">Actions Speak Louder</a> - purchase a great song and contribute to His Voice for Sudan<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=167981613226706">His Voice Global Silent Auction</a> - attend this event which will feature a screening of the documentary The New Sudan<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwqKe6-KJXYd1ECcSLE-If2yx87QFzET8fTCrJt4EWMk-wDWae22-KfUjPYlJJC0Dmgl9mai7ykJREQcHiVbA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />You might be wondering what Matt is wearing in the photo at the beginning of this post. While we were in Sudan, Matt was officially made a bishop. There was a ceremony and everything! It was a huge honor. We were humbled to be a part. Here are a few more photos of the ceremony:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ITWerysc4f5fg8DUQY7yHIfaWDCNMCa3Y2DtHW5wWi_t3wjS0zJvWHm7Hos8ELMVUymu1T9C-0WYCBtBg7YmRZLHCmKq8g_N-7uwuOtiVeFSoaHRtY46YLe0398d8k9AJkUB-uCYgCNh/s1600/IMG_4301.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ITWerysc4f5fg8DUQY7yHIfaWDCNMCa3Y2DtHW5wWi_t3wjS0zJvWHm7Hos8ELMVUymu1T9C-0WYCBtBg7YmRZLHCmKq8g_N-7uwuOtiVeFSoaHRtY46YLe0398d8k9AJkUB-uCYgCNh/s320/IMG_4301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548359889418340866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_IFdIyejuMwEckwSRdPw_564jrkIDALPm_E07hvTPqGjKp6jrYdmNUsY0iqLpERQSAznybDG9mMdZq_7UUi3PYcUOuPkyn9D3YWsSG5ZU2bfL-Pq9s0ymWXwyicGopRv7r_r1EkzYlPg/s1600/IMG_4285.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_IFdIyejuMwEckwSRdPw_564jrkIDALPm_E07hvTPqGjKp6jrYdmNUsY0iqLpERQSAznybDG9mMdZq_7UUi3PYcUOuPkyn9D3YWsSG5ZU2bfL-Pq9s0ymWXwyicGopRv7r_r1EkzYlPg/s320/IMG_4285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548359886643168066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnZhuE_0oxIz3d1B8pAW8fE850jkQQyAb_FzJf-b-JBCYrPlKgl2e1rSghthyphenhyphenhWE4A-NhE_lrt8NpvFStWcrjh1BgZzQjw_rSU2eKkizlVwQylR1hfUNicEoy0RI5mfs5M6YtnBW7NO4D/s1600/IMG_4283.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibnZhuE_0oxIz3d1B8pAW8fE850jkQQyAb_FzJf-b-JBCYrPlKgl2e1rSghthyphenhyphenhWE4A-NhE_lrt8NpvFStWcrjh1BgZzQjw_rSU2eKkizlVwQylR1hfUNicEoy0RI5mfs5M6YtnBW7NO4D/s320/IMG_4283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548359875410076226" /></a>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-28347431507715297832010-11-26T22:56:00.004-06:002010-11-27T00:00:12.743-06:00ThanksgivingI hope to finish the series on Sudan I started well over a month ago! Until then, I just wanted to share some thoughts about Thanksgiving 2010.<div><br /></div><div>Thanksgiving Day 2009 rocked our world when Matt suffered a seizure and soon after we discovered he had anaplastic oligodendroglioma (malignant brain tumor). As I laid my head down to sleep that night I couldn't have imagined what yesterday, a whole year later, would look like. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was so...normal.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not long after Matt was released from the hospital and rehab, I remember lying in bed wondering what the new "normal" would be. I longed for the old "normal." </div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was beautifully, wonderfully normal. And, I thank God for that. I thank Him that I've known the new normal and the old normal. I thank Him that I can appreciate the sweetness of predictability because I have felt Him sustaining me in the unsettling of the unimaginable happening. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanksgiving Day 2010 may have been boringly predictable for you or frighteningly not. My prayer is that you would know the Rock who is unshaken. There is nowhere else for us to stand.</div><div><br /></div><div>"On Christ the solid rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand."</div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-18589614837278065032010-10-12T13:49:00.001-05:002010-10-12T13:50:28.492-05:00George Clooney on SudanI'll be back soon with more from our trip to Sudan but in the meantime I wanted to share this interview with you:<div><br /></div><div><object width="420" height="245" id="msnbc5b392c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640"><param name="FlashVars" value="launch=39628496&width=420&height=245"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed name="msnbc5b392c" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" flashvars="launch=39628496&width=420&height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object></div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-21387187910574613552010-10-11T12:52:00.004-05:002010-10-11T16:15:30.160-05:00Sudan - Part One<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAPW0Nab4JNrbdMSk8Z4ooWqOm3ll94IWnHaZ9u4GxCiz6Kbt23Mw5zLHDW-1GNs4Fp7S-RMreiFWlkAUdxXzVDL7nshjTKsETMuzpOAdGY3xWW73vIf-TFRqWAgZNSbOiMnHuXXWX0Rz/s1600/IMG_4243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAPW0Nab4JNrbdMSk8Z4ooWqOm3ll94IWnHaZ9u4GxCiz6Kbt23Mw5zLHDW-1GNs4Fp7S-RMreiFWlkAUdxXzVDL7nshjTKsETMuzpOAdGY3xWW73vIf-TFRqWAgZNSbOiMnHuXXWX0Rz/s320/IMG_4243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526848917309154754" /></a><br />There is almost so much, I don't know where to start. Forgive me if I struggle to make sense. The beginning of a story seems the most natural place, so I will do just that. <div><br /></div><div>Matt's first few rounds of the current chemotherapy protocol was tough. It laid him out for a couple of days. This reaction prompted him to cancel all but two previous engagements on his fall schedule. There were some huge opportunities and events that he had to unfortunately decline. This all happened in the spring. At the end of June, we found out there were some openings on a Village Church team trip to Sudan. With an historical referendum coming up in January, we knew this would be our best shot at visiting this country. We accepted the positions only three months away from the departure date.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was a part of me that wasn't sure it would pan out for me. Maybe it was that subconscious piece that protects my heart from pain. I <i>really</i> wanted to go. </div><div><br /></div><div>As the trip details starting to take shape, I realized I would be among three women who would be teaching a women's conference--a first for our sister church in Sudan. I would not consider myself a teacher. Honestly, I just don't know if I am or not. I've had very few opportunities to exercise that gift. I am much more comfortable singing or leading worship. However, even that comfort has come with a decade of using that gift. Either way, I was needing to prepare to teach biblical womanhood to a group of women with whom I had little in common culturally. I knew I could get by with sharing thoughts about biblical womanhood with women whose lives looked like mine but what on earth would I have to offer these women??</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt the Lord saying to me (often through others) that He had prepared me in advance and would give me everything I would need. He delivered.</div><div><br /></div><div>My friend Dawntoya Thomason and I (the third woman was unable to make the trip) taught 20 Sudanese women biblical womanhood 5 hours a day for 5 days. Teaching stretched and challenged me more than anything I'd ever experienced in such a short amount of time. I have never felt the Lord nearer. In the States, I can start off with time in the Word and quickly go on with my life, "leaving" Him at my dining room table. In Sudan, I had to depend on Him for every word, every breath, every step. I felt Him upholding me constantly. I am grateful for your prayers because I KNOW they were working something amazing! In our first session, two women came to faith. Praise the Lord! </div><div><br /></div><div>Though we had to communicate via interpreter, the Lord communicated His truth to the hearts of our hearers. They were so grateful to receive instruction. It was life to them. Simple truths that we who've grown up in the church take for granted were treasured gems to these women. Knowing they were created in the image of God brought new meaning to their life. Knowing they were created for the glory of God brought greater purpose to their everyday. Knowing they were created for fellowship with God brought a profound peace. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to share with you a few of these faces. Will you pray that the Word taught to them will have found fertile soil in their hearts?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiseKkUYh3hrFkawlCbUZZjEW4VTCqB6OIlsGiE7ovKZdgABUkPCsDzgp_bvTOummCVb3nGdVt8p2coLf380iVyML2byu9unwzj4m2U0PG227jCtcshVztsWNSOEUN4Fz9Jum562GUbeX4V/s320/IMG_4315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526899518974792226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4VRlFW0d5QNaxXRuy5MHdUTRMiFxtCxinmwSVcSQOCcW0MM__mpIVoj916rQl3ldD4PIyTDlM4cbIgKtfWCZ4Wnd9vipLd70NfxipSd0y-lXCBYbJ__3DWgggVpA1ZE9PMCgsgGmEuqso/s320/IMG_4320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526899513473594290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwWQjXpjWfivSi-xlGPXPcVYD6TGxODiLSS2wX9erchl6oxNecn_xt4xzKzhz24iETolNCCBcZwjyCm537hK50kB2EyUZwwxzOnG34ziLMPPhXdFWnSSWliu3VZKNfAv1RnjRIlyYDlOW/s320/IMG_4318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526899512204598482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></div><div>There's still much more to share. Stay tuned...</div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-44922980375910095692010-10-08T16:38:00.005-05:002010-10-08T16:46:13.235-05:00Sudan Sneak Peek<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TzV3DCMgmMl5WI0gA300GimmyFxhy86rHQmxJ9jdU1yluOXE8BcQkr8OJZqZfEMV55c9mU5Tn9l1t4hSMUZzzAG6Obzc8iRLx6_EqoNuZXbKKMvLRACkAUsD5cdhDS8MzrtqZgurTYLe/s1600/IMG_4260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TzV3DCMgmMl5WI0gA300GimmyFxhy86rHQmxJ9jdU1yluOXE8BcQkr8OJZqZfEMV55c9mU5Tn9l1t4hSMUZzzAG6Obzc8iRLx6_EqoNuZXbKKMvLRACkAUsD5cdhDS8MzrtqZgurTYLe/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525794314638892050" /></a>I'll be posting thoughts and more pictures from Sudan but I wanted to just give you a peek for now. These sweet girls live in an orphanage close to where we stayed. They are precious.Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977436767838189459.post-3020698395338452522010-09-22T09:10:00.002-05:002010-09-22T09:24:41.323-05:00300 Days.Exactly 300 days ago, life as we knew it was forever changed. <div><br /></div><div>300 days ago, I wasn't sure how many more days I would have with my husband.</div><div><br /></div><div>300 days ago, I wasn't sure of the quality of those remaining days.</div><div><br /></div><div>300 days later, my healthy, whole husband and I are boarding a plane for the other side of the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>300 days later, we are preparing our hearts to refresh the saints and shine the light of the gospel in Sudan.</div><div><br /></div><div>300 days ago, God was good and did good.</div><div><br /></div><div>300 days later, God is good and does good.</div><div><br /></div><div>May He be forever praised!</div>Them Chandlershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09511573034780211577noreply@blogger.com36