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!!