Redemption.

Brokenness is the child abandoned by his family. It's the 12 year old girl who was raped by her father, only to be later separated from her sisters because of the child she conceived by him. It's the sickeningly hungry bellies of children, which are growling right now across the world. It lives in the place where children are herded along from home to home because no one has turned up to be a family for them. Brokenness is here, a pervading force, no matter how much we try to avoid it or pretend it isn't there.

I will be the first to say that not knowing, a blissful ignorance of sorts, is easier. It's easier to not remember the quiet stare of a wounded child, or to not know about the cruel injustice a 12 year old faced at the hands of her father. It would hurt less to have never met the girl who has a likely chance of falling into the 85% of orphans from a certain country who turn to prostitution because no one placed a priority on their education. Yes, it would be easier, but as a Christian I was never promised easy...and, what's more, I have greater news of victory against the darkness.

There is a power still greater than the brokenness.

Our redemption through Jesus.

He came to right the wrongs and settle the score, to reclaim the hearts of men trapped by the pain and evil of this fallen world. He came to fix, to heal, to redeem. It cost him his life, but it costs us nothing.
First, he redeems us from a deep, dark pit: then we are offered an extraordinary opportunity as daughters and sons of God.

We can become part of the redemption. God uses us as tools to bring His restorative plan to fruition. By His power, lives are restored.

Sometimes, people ask me why I go on these trips. "There are orphans here, you know," they say. "Why do you have to go so far away?" My answer: God's restorative work is not limited by geographical boundaries. It extends across the whole realm of His creation, and the Bible says to go out into all of the nations and preach the gospel (Matthew 28:19). It says to care for the orphans and widows in their distress, not care for the orphans and widows only where you live (James 1:27). Why does it have to be here or there? The redeeming power of Jesus is both here and there, and I've been called to be part of it in both places.

I've recently returned from Costa Rica, and yet again, God has proven to me the vast expanse of His love and power. I heard heartbreaking stories, made personal because I actually met the children to whom these stories belonged. Despite the pain I saw, I saw God's presence still greater.

Tomorrow is THE day!!

The day has finally come...Costa Rica, here we come! Tomorrow, our team will meet up in Houston and begin to make our way to Puerto Limón, Costa Rica, to visit two orphanages in the area.

Your prayers for our team are greatly appreciated! Some specifics...

• No travel glitches: that we would all make our connecting flight in Houston and arrive safely in San Jose tomorrow night, then also make it safely to Puerto Limón, the next day. 
• Good health for all of our team members
• Open and willing hearts to be used in whatever ways God presents 
• Boldness in sharing our faiths with everyone we meet, whether that be the orphans, tías at the homes, even our waiters/waitresses at dinner 
• Willingness to be changed by God through this experience 

So if you think of our team during this coming week, lift up a little prayer for us and for the people we will be with. I believe that prayer is the most vital tool we have as Christians, and I know that fervent prayers on your part will really make a difference. 

I will most likely not be able to blog while we're in country, but if the opportunity presents itself, I will update you all! Check here or on my Facebook page :) 

Hasta luego, mis amigos. Dios te bendiga 

Praise

I ponder in a moment of unbridled beauty found in the benevolent blessing of our Father God...

We rest and are thankful, deep to the core, because of the blessed reassurance that our lives, each moment to the next, have been handcrafted and uniquely shaped according to the will of God. Not a moment has been left out; each relationship formed, circumstance encountered, and situation presented are woven together in a tapestry of immeasurable worth.

Praise be to this Father, this Master Weaver, for by His plan we, the most futile of instruments, can make His glory known.

How can it be that this Almighty One has reached down and invested in such lowly creatures, that He has redeemed this broken creation from the pit, that beautiful restoration and power has been offered to us? For this unprecedented grace, we are joyful beyond words.

Praise be to this Father, this Redeemer, for without Him, we are nothing.

Today is a day for rejoicing, a day for loud praise, and tears of joy, for we have been granted life and life abundant. The power that conquered death on the cross rests in the very depths of our souls. By this power, we are blessed to bring glory to God.

Praise be to this Father, this Giver of Life, for by Him, we have purpose.

Spring Hill Family Camp 2012

This past memorial day weekend, the Billman family + our two "honorary Billmans" AJ and Nate headed up to one of my favorite places on the whole planet: Spring Hill. 

It's a trip we look forward to every year, not only because we get to spend some quality family time together, but also because we get to hang out with all of our favorite Michigan peeps! Although we had one day of rather yucky weather, the long awaited trip didn't disappoint. 

We enjoyed TONS of yummy food, good conversation, and some good 'ole camp activities. 

 Here we all are! 7 families wit 41 kids!! 

This day...

THIS is the day that the Lord has made; let us REJOICE and be glad in it! 

Psalm 119: 24

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,

what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them? 

Psalm 8:3-4 

The heavens declare the glory of God; 
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Psalm 19:1 

 

 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 

How many are your works, Lord!
    In wisdom you made them all

Psalm 104:24 

Who's your library lady?

There's this story. It's about a lady and a library, and it goes a lil like this...

Once upon a time, there was a young Christian woman. In her devotions and church sermons, she had continually felt convicted to share her faith more with non-believers, and so she prayed, "Lord, give me someone to share you with." 

Let it be known, when you ask God to bring you someone to share your faith with, He WILL deliver. 

For our young friend, God uniquely delivered at the library of all places. As she perused the aisles of her neighborhood library, she saw a woman come in the doors. This woman seemed a little out of sorts. Our friend watched as she bumbled down one of the aisles. And then there was that unmistakable knock. 

"She's the one." 

"No, God, no; not at the library; you can't give me a woman from the library!" 

"She's the one; she needs to know about my love. Tell her, tell her." 

The prodding was strong, but the fear of embarrassment overwhelming. "I can't, God, I just can't; not at the library." So she picked up the book, checked out at the counter, and walked out the door. To her knowledge, the library lady didn't hear about Jesus that day. 

That's the story, the story of the lady and the library. 

The story is actually not about me, but I do have many of my very own "library ladies." Last year, I had the privilege of learning about Mormonism, and specifically, how (as a Christian) to share the message of the gospel with Mormons. After that unit in my class, I prayed, "God, bring me a Mormon." That sounds a little silly, but that's what I asked, and that's exactly what I got. In fact, God even made it easy for me. Unbeknownst to me, the girl that I sat next to every single day in my public school Spanish class was a Mormon. After I prayed for God to bring me a Mormon to witness to, I discovered this convenient fact. So one day in class, I invited my Spanish compañera to go to coffee with me sometime with the hopes that we could maybe talk about our beliefs. So far so good, right? Yeah, well, I never followed through. Just like my friend at the library, I let the fear of rejection and embarrassment keep me from sharing my faith. 

God called me and I failed to step up. I failed to share the good news. I failed to proclaim the glory of redemption. 

I think about my library lady often. I wonder if she ever heard the good news; I wonder if she ever will hear the story of her redemption. In the deepest parts of my heart, I long to know that someone else stepped up to be used by God, when I failed to do so. God could have used me to bring Him glory, but I was absent. 

Dear friends, do not be absent; do not fail to step up. Do not make anyone your library lady. 

We have the greatest of news to proclaim. Who cares if we share it at the library or in Spanish class, on the soccer field or in the McDonald's parking lot? 'cause this message is THE ONLY ONE worth sharing! 

Because I should be studying...

Because I'd rather do anything besides study, or really anything productive at all, I think I'll just blog my late afternoon away.

Woah. I have one day left of freshman year. One day until I'm a big bad Sophomore. Pure craziness. 

This year has been unbelievable in more ways than one. God has begun a process of growing me into what I hope will be a young woman serving the least of these with bold, unshakeable faith. You'd do well to notice the process of growing me part, because I have a loooong way to go. 

But I've begun the process nonetheless.  

With one foot in front of the other, I've marched forward this year albiet sometimes reluctantly. I think my idealistic visions of what this year would look like inhibited my progression because, well, my incurable idealism blindly ignored a few barriers that were standing in the way of the road. 

Barrier #1? Otherness. Dealing with, living near, and loving on others, people who are not like me. 

Ok, I'm just going to let the cat out of the bag. People are hard to love (even the ones you like). Living in relationship with other sinful humans is infuriating, painful, just plain hard. Somehow I seemed to have forgotten that fact when I came to school. I thought it was going to be easy to love others like Jesus loves me. I thought that God would surely conjure up in me this uncanny ability to love past the undesirable in other people. heh heh um, not quite. For much of this year, I've struggled to love. Not the people who are close to me, like my friends or family or boyfriend, more like the people who aren't like me. The people who believe "weird" things, who don't share my political opinion, who go to parties and drink, who drive me absolutely bonkers. These are the people I've struggled to love. But I believe whole-heartedly that God placed these people around me to help me vanquish this persistent barrier. He wanted me to see that He loves all of us, not matter the differences! I also think that I needed to see that sometimes I need to rely on the power of God to help me love. 

Barrier #2? Intentionality. 

Confession: Before I came to college, I pulled out my repertoire of colorful markers and paper and made schedule after schedule, calendar after calendar, in anticipation for what my days would look like as a Hope College student. Then I got here, and well, let's just say that those colorful schedules made it about a week. I let the whirr of "newness" demolish even the best of my intentions. I began to procrastinate the very things I promised would never again eliminate from my schedule: time set aside for devotions and focused prayer. With a few days of rationalization ("Oh, I'll do my devotions later today"), my daily time with God became sporadic at best. So how has God been tackling this barrier? Well, He's shown me that being intentional with my time is of vital importance, and that if I am not intentional about it each day, I'll fall wayward. 

Barrier #3? A Full Circle. This one isn't exactly a barrier, more just a lesson, but we'll just stick with the theme. 

The past 5 years or so haven't been the most stable for me. Not that I experienced anything incredibly traumatic, just not really stable. If you read this blog often or know me personally, you know that my family has moved a couple of times the last few years. You may also recall that I don't exactly do the best with change (understatement of the year). Well, I can say confidently that this year God has brought things very "full circle." For awhile, I was just very confused and mad that God would keep mixing up "my" plans, but something funny happened this year. I ended up at Hope, which is unequivocally the place that I am supposed to be for undergrad. I met so many people that I would not have had the chance to know if we hadn't moved. This realization, that God knows exactly what He is doing, has made me fall ever further and faster in love with Him. 

I could probably go on and on about the lessons from this year, but this post is already a million miles long, so I'll contain myself ;) Hope you enjoyed the last post from a Hope College Freshman version of Ellie. 

To finish...here are some of my favorite pictures from this year...ENJOY :D 

Extenders of Forgiveness

Um, can you say convicting? 

How often do we hold on to our bitterness, choosing not to forgive? How often do we refuse to be the first one to "say we're sorry" because the other person hurt us worse? 

We say to ourselves, "I'll apologize after they apologize to me first." or "If I forgive them right away, then they won't know they did anything wrong." 

There are two HUGE problems with this way of thinking: #1 a very skewed perception of our own depravity and #2 a very underestimated view of God's grace. 

I think the general line of thinking, especially in the Western world, is that humans are essentially good. We want to believe the best about ourselves, and we generally do just that. When we do something "a little wrong," there is always a justifiable reason, a circumstantial anomaly for why we had to do what we did. Here's the problem: Humans are not essentially good. I'd argue (with quite a bit of Biblical backup) the very opposite. We largely underestimate the depth of our rebellion against God and the sinfulness that it implies. We are wicked, wicked creatures. You may think that sounds far too harsh, but the penalty for your existence apart from Christ is hell. Eternal separation from God, that the prize for your "basically good" existence. 

Ok, so now that I've gone all doomsday on you, let me brighten up the picture a little bit. Yes, we are more wicked than we could ever imagine, but God's grace is greater than we could ever dream (credit to J.D. Greear for that little saying). In spite of our rebellion, we have been covered. The inexcusable has been forgiven in us. Slate, wiped clean. No "paying us back," no "waiting to forgive until we ask first." Jesus died on the cross for your sins and mine before we ever realized the depth of our sin against God. 

Shouldn't that change our perspective of forgiving others? If God has forgiven the inexcusable in me, should I not extend that to others, whether or not I feel like they deserve it? In these 18 years I've lived, I've figured out that most of the time people probably don't deserve forgiveness for what they've done. 

Did I deserve forgiveness when I inflicted painful wounds upon Christ through my idolatry and rebellion? Definitely not. Did God give it to me anyway? You better believe it! Just because someone may not deserve our forgiveness, does not mean that we're allowed to withhold it. God did not withhold His forgiveness from us. 

SO...Let's be extenders of forgiveness. Unconditional, restoring, freeing forgiveness. 

The Desires of my Heart

Like every other idealistic college student, this girl's got some dreams; and let me tell you, people, they are BIG. Not because I'm ambitious or extraordinarily gifted (ambitious...maybe; gifted...no quite), but because I serve a big, big God who is determined to use a feeble creature like me to make His glory known.

So just what are these big 'ole dreams?

Well, since you asked...I want to be a momma, a missionary nurse, an advocate for orphans and the oppressed, and a bold voice for Jesus. I want a family knit together through adoption, a medical ministry in Africa, and unspeakable evidence of God's work in my life. If you want a mental picture of that, think Ellie, a husband, and 8 or so kids in an African village with bright smiles filled with the joy of Jesus. Something along those lines :)

Maybe none of those things will happen, or maybe, just maybe, all of them will.

I haven't a clue what is going to happen, but his I will tell you: I am ready and oh-so-willing to follow whatever God's plan is for my life. I'm officially done planning the rest of my life based on the so-called American Dream. I don't want a big, fancy house and a cushy retirement fund. I don't want to live in complete comfort and safety where I can so easily lose sight of my need for God. I want the opportunity to bring the love of Christ to the least of these, to rely on God daily for my needs, and to be used to bring God's redemption to the broken lives of His children.

So this is a post to all the blog world; I'm here and saying, "Here I am, God, send me!"

OH, and an important side note!

I sincerely doubt God would have ever cultivated these desires in my heart without the influence of some tremendous men and women so...

THANK YOU to all the men and women in my life who have modeled Christ-centered, gospel centered lives so clearly. To mention a few specifically...
Mom and Dad: For leading me to Christ, for bringing me up in the way of the Lord, and for covering me in prayer from the moment I took my first breath
Michigan small group folks (Aspergers, Adams, Rachors): For being bold advocates for the orphan, for modeling Christ-centered families, and for being unbelievably God-centered role models for a hopefully some day mom

You all may never know the full impact your wisdom, love, and examples have had on my life. I can assuredly say to you, God has used you greatly!

An Abandoned Calling: Will the people of God step up?

There's no question in my mind that extreme poverty and injustice wreak havoc on this world; I've witnessed it with my own two eyes. I've seen wide-eyed toddlers wrangled up from the streets and brought to prison because they had nowhere else to go. I've walked into one-room homes for families of 6+ made out of scrap wood and garbage. I've stared into the weary, saddened eyes of orphaned children.

I cannot pretend that this unimaginable injustice is not happening...right as I type these words. Because it is.

There is a child whose belly angrily growls as he once again does not eat supper. There is a young woman who sells her body because she sees no way of overcoming her circumstances. There are literally millions of people dying because of disease, hunger, thirst...because of poverty and injustice.

And yet we're numbed.

The statistics. The stories. The commercials with the faces of "those hungry children." We flip the channel, shut the magazine, put down the paper. "I can't watch this," we say. "It's too sad." With the push of a button, we tune out living, breathing, human life.

What is wrong with this picture? Why have the people of God abandoned their call to bring the redeeming power of Jesus to this broken world?

Do we think Jesus was kidding when He said to love our neighbors as ourselves? Am I loving my neighbor when I don't stop care about his starvation? Myself doesn't even like to be hungry, let alone starving to death.
Was it a giant, inexplicable metaphor when He said, "Whatever you did for one of the least of these, you did for me" (Matthew 25:40)? The widow. The orphan. The sex-trafficking victim. The homeless. As Mother Theresa said these are the "faces of Christ in one of its more distressing forms." How are we treating Jesus Christ when we choose to ignore the poor?


I make no claims to be above our sometimes chosen ignorance, or "forgetfulness," about the poor. There was a time in my life when I gave no thought to those across the globe and even in my own city who were living in poverty and pain. But God has opened my eyes; He has broken my heart. I refuse to let myself fall into this lie that it is not my responsibility to care for the poor. If I am who I say I am, a Christian, than I have an obligation to serve the poor. No, my works do not bring me salvation, but I have not been saved simply for heaven. I have been saved in order to bring a piece of God's glory to this earth by caring for His people--the lowest, the broken, hurting, oppressed. 


People of God, when will we step up? Will you support financially? Will you adopt? Will you serve where you are? Will you go abroad? Will you say, "Here I am, Lord, send me" no matter what He asks you to give up?

Can we pray this together?

"My name is [Ellie Billman], and I have been blind to the injustices and sins of omission committed by my own church. Open the eyes of my heart, Lord, to see the world as You see it. Let my heart be broken by the things that break Your heart. Give me the ability to see through our culture and to lead my people with Your vision, instead of the world's" 
From The Hole in Our Gospel

A Train-track Kind of Joy

Happy Monday! 


As I begrudgingly checked my email earlier (side note: I've found that email gets less and less exciting as you get older), I found a little somethin' from my pops. Thanks for sharing out of your devotional with me, Daddio! 

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Joy is the settled assurance that God is in control of all the details of my life, the quiet confidence that ultimately everything is going to be alright, and the determined choice to praise God in every situation.

You’ll find nothing in that definition about happy feelings, because, as we all know, happiness is fleeting and temporary.

We tend to think that life comes in hills and valleys. In reality, it’s much more like train tracks. Every day of your life, wonderful, good things happen that bring pleasure and contentment and beauty to you. At the exact same time, painful things happen to you or those you love that disappoint you, hurt you, and fill you with sorrow. These two tracks — both joy and sorrow — run parallel to each other every single moment of your life.

That’s why, when you’re in the midst of an amazing experience, you have a nagging realization that it’s not perfect. And while you’re experiencing something painful, there’s the glorious realization that there is still beauty and loveliness to be found. They’re inseparable.

If you look down train tracks into the brightness of the horizon, the tracks become one. You can’t distinguish them as two separate tracks. That’s how it will be for us, too. One day, our parallel tracks of joy and sorrow will merge into one. The day we meet Jesus Christ in person and see the brightness of who he is, it will all come together for us. Then it will all make complete sense.

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To come later this week: Reflections on "The Hole in Our Gospel" by Richard Stearns 

Help a Sister Out!

If you've been around on the 'ole blog, you probably know that this summer I have the chance to go on a mission trip to Limón, Costa Rica, a region of this beautiful country where the people are marginalized by the government.

The total cost of the trip is between $2300-$2600 (depending on flight costs). I'm asking you to prayerfully consider partnering with me for this trip, first in prayer and secondly financially.

There are a couple ways you can help.

#1 Go to the Visiting Orphans and click on the "Donate" Tab. It's fairly easy to figure out what to do from there. Just make sure in the Fund category you choose: July 16-Costa Rica and then put my name in the blank that asks if you would like the donation to go to a specific team member. Honest to goodness, every dollar makes a difference. Even a $5 donation can be used mightily by God.

#2 Purchase some Visiting Orphans merchandise on their website! They just came out with a whole new spring line. When you checkout, you can choose to allow some of your purchase to go toward my trip. Just be sure to put my name.

Here's some of the stuff!!

Happy shopping! 

Rejoice, Rejoice, and Again I Say Rejoice!

Reach down. Put your hand on your chest. Ya feel that? That heart pumping gallons and gallons of life-sustaining blood through your veins?

Your heart is not beating aimlessly at this moment.

There is a reason you have been given today. No matter how tired, sick, unhappy, or overwhelmed you are...This day was not a mistake.

Will you step up? Will you be who God has called you to be today?

Rejoice loudly. Live boldly. Love fiercely.

For, this is the day that the Lord has made. Be compelled to rejoice and be glad in it. 

Extraordinary Blessings: Happy Birthday to my very own Proverbs 31 woman!!

Well, ladies and gents, it's time to wrap up the Billman birthday season with none other than...

Our mother dearest!! 

Happy Birthday to my very own Proverbs 31 woman! 

Mom, your profound influence on my life will never go unnoticed. I am who I am today because of you! 

We are so different, so so different, but I believe in the deepest parts of my heart that this is the way God has designed our relationship. 

He knew what I needed from the very beginning, and you have been exactly that...what I need, day in and day out. 

I needed to learn how to be a friend.  You are such a great friend. I've watched for years as God has brought new people into our family's life, and time and time again I'm astounded at your ability to make anyone feel loved and welcome. You are the easiest person to carry on conversation with, and everyone can tell that you are genuinely interested in what they have to say. Relationship building does not come as naturally to me, but you have modeled it so well. 

I needed to learn how to be confident in my identity in Christ. There's no beating around the bush, I have struggled deeply in finding my identity in Christ, but in all my wavering, self-conscious babble, and insecurity, you have never abandoned me as a lost cause. When I come to you for the billionth time, complaining about how I'm not happy with the way I am, you patiently repeat again and again, "You are beautiful;" "I'm proud of you;" "You will do great things." I cannot even begin to describe to you how much these words have meant to me.

I need to learn how to be a God-honoring wife. You know me, always thinking about the future...speaking of that, I'm so blessed to have parents who have modeled a Godly marriage! And being as I'll one day be a wife, I'm so thankful to have learned from the best. I love that you will candidly give us advice about married life, even now, instead of pushing it off to the side as something Emily and I will just have to figure out on our own. Watching you manage a household with ease is so inspirational; I want so badly to be a mom to my kids like you are to us and a wife like you are to Dad. Thank you for all your sacrifices for us: sleep, time, money to name a few. 

I needed to learn how to follow Jesus. The other day I was thinking about what my life would look like if I lived in a different family. The number one aha! that I had was that I might not know Jesus, if you and Dad weren't my parents. So, thank you! Thank you for modeling a relationship with God for me and for encouraging me to make it my own. 

Although we are different in so many ways, I also love the similarities we share. Cupcakes, cooking, Africa, reading books about orphans, Middle Eastern food, long conversations, Bible studies.

So, today, Mom, on your ? birthday (not sure you want the blog world to know ;) I hope you know how unfathomably loved you are. Thank you for all of your wise instruction, for teaching me how to do makeup and dress presentably, for loving me in spite of my many shortcomings, for giving me the idea to go to Africa on a mission trip, for your hours of work to make sure our family life runs smoothly, and, most importantly, for being a woman of God. 

I love you!! 

Extraordinary Blessings: Happy Birthday, Ry Guy!!

Happy Birthday, Ryan Paul! You've blessed me more than you could ever know. 

On March 6, 1995, I received a title that I've cherished deeply ever since. Ryan, you were the first to give me the honor of being a "big sister," and I am so so thankful that God placed you in my life. 

What a journey these last seventeen years as siblings has brought us! 

Perhaps a highlight reel is in order? 

In the last 17 years we have: 

+Welcomed two more Billman children into our family (and certainly showed them who the bosses were ;)

+Made countless forts and created millions of make-believe scenarios in our back yard 

+Prayed with Emily outside in the snow as she accepted Jesus

+Worked on countless math problem sets and papers (ok...maybe those weren't highlights...let's just stick with "learning experiences") 

+Rocked it out on PC Swim team together 

+Survived two big moves

A lot of times, people think that it's the little sibling that's supposed to look up to the older one, but truth be told, you are the one who should be admired in this relationship. I watch the steadfast love that you continually demonstrate to your friends...and I want to be a friend like that. 

I watch the way you approach life, easygoing and carefree, "sucking the marrow out of life" to quote you're favorite Thoreau (ha)...and I long to find joy like you, in even the most mundane. 

I listen to a room burst with uncontainable laughter (my own eye pouring out tears as I, too, laugh until I can no longer breathe) at your witty and timely humor...and I want to be around your contagious personality for hours upon hours.  

With fascination, I observe the ease and fluidity with which you recite mountains of information about Anatomy or History...and I think to myself, "This kid must certainly be a genius." 

I listen intently, as you vividly describe an experience or conversation related to faith and God...and my heart beats a little faster because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you will do amazing things for Jesus. 

Ryan, you are an absolute gift to this world: to our family, to your friends, and especially to me. I would love to claim that I "taught" you a lot of the things that you know, like a good big sister should, but the truth is that you have had so much more to teach me. Thank you for showing me how to live big, love hard, and enjoy the moments God has given me. Thank you for having a zest for life that beckons me away from my seriousness and not-so-sociability. Thank you for years of unconditional love that only a little brother can give. 

You are so so loved, Mr. Ry Guy! Cherish this day as we all celebrate 17 years of your life!! 

Happy Birthday!! 

Extraordinary Blessings: Who is it today?

The extraordinary blessing series continues!

I've had a bit of a dilemma, so before you think I'm completely jipping the other members of my immediate family, just know that Ry-guy and my momma will be getting "their own" posts, on their birthdays coming up next week. Miss Emily Kay got her "shout out" here; check it out to see what a gem this sweet girl is! 

So who do you get to read about in today's post?? 

Hmm...it was a tough decision ;) but I think we're gonna have to go with this guy! 

Mr. AJ Yunker.  

I'll try to condense the mush for you, but I'm not promising some won't sneak in ;) 

AJ, for those of you who aren't aware, is basically the best boyfriend that has ever walked the face of this earth...oopsies, let the mushy stuff sneak in already...darn. 

Seriously, though, talk to AJ for five seconds and you'll see it too. 

He has a fierce determination to accomplish anything set on his plate and a work ethic that knows no limits--not criticism, not crazily early mornings and tiring late nights, not an already full schedule. This determination applies to academics (he's a real smarty pants, let me just tell you!), his job with MSU's football team, and so much more. If AJ says it'll happen, it's going to happen, and you can count on that. AJ is as dependable as they come, never willing to compromise any commits that he has made. I'm inspired each day by his tenacity in making goals become a reality. Everything that AJ has accomplished in his life (believe me, the list is lengthy) has been earned by his own hard work. What a blessing to be daily challenged by this diligent worker!

Probably the thing I admire most about AJ is his love for God. I love his thirst for Biblical knowledge and for practical application in his life. I love that I am running this race of faith with someone who isn't afraid to ponder the tough questions, who is running fast after God, and who is a great encouragement to my own walk with God. 

There are so many things we have to learn from our close relationships, and my relationship with AJ is no exception. From him, I've learned many things, including: to find my value in who God created me to be; to never give up in an argument; and to march to my own beat and do what's right for me. 

AJ is...

A confidant for when my frustrations exceed tolerable levels. A reality check for when I feel like the weight of the orphans' burdens are heavy on my shoulders. A challenge for when I try to give up on something...again.  A source of joy as I'm reminded daily that we serve a sovereign God with impeccable timing who has woven our stories together in a topsy-turvy but oh so perfect way.

Thank you, Abba Father, for the way You have crafted my life with the utmost care. Thank you for bringing AJ into my life at exactly the right time, and thank you for the ways he continually blesses me. Again, I stand astounded at Your mighty work, both in his life, in my life, and in our relationship together.