FORGIVE ME for not having pictures. . . It’s already takes an hour to post this!!
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Today, we went on a prayer walk around the
Kathmandu valley. The sun was shining the mountains were standing taller than
ever and the cool breeze was kissing my face as it swept the pieces of hair
that fell from my ponytail.
I prayed big things over this place breaking off bondages of
witchcraft and false gods and claiming deliverance for this place, these
people. I sat silently with Jason Upton playing in my ears, waiting for God to
speak to me-to share something profound with me; how could he not? The setting
and scene was perfect, one of those ‘ideal’ revelation type moments. . .
The sun beating down on your skin, eyes closed the wind
breathing on your face and nothing else matters but this moment between you and
God
Well, no profound revelation occurred and I soon found
myself walking further into the valley feeling somewhat ‘defeated’. . . I am on
a mission trip. . . Living ‘radically’ for God . . . why does it at times feel
ordinary?
Then it happened.
Something ordinary, turned biblical in a glance and the Lord
reminded me . . . my definition of ‘ordinary’ has changed, that my vision, my
sight has been eternally altered.
I saw a duck waddle across the street with a plastic bag
around its neck, another one quickly following with a bad around its foot.
Carrie and I chased down both ducks trying to free them from possibly
suffocating themselves.
In the heart of a village, two white girls are chasing ducks
. . . it wasn’t long before we had audience full of laughter. This escapade went
on for a solid 5 minutes allowing for countless failed attempts to free these
dirty dumb birds.
Walking away, unsuccessful, Carrie mumbles, “What? They
don’t understand that we were only trying to help” We laugh and walk in
silence, both processing this ‘ordinary moment’ . . . that was not so ordinary.
Too often we are those ducks. We walk around holding onto
toxic things in our life, relationships, jobs, living environments and God is
chasing after us. . .trying to take the plastic bag off our necks. . he’s
saying, “Can’t you see that I am only trying to help?” “Brittani, Stop running,
just listen to me. . I want to HELP you”
But we miss it. We keep running, in fear of what the freedom
may bring us.
I’ve seen myself in both positions before, the duck with
toxic things holding me in bondage, but also the helper sent from God. I
believe each one of us go through cycles of each phase-We fall down, we get
back up, We fall down, we get back up and it’s endless.
So ask yourself, Right now . . . where are you?
Are you the duck or the crazy white girl?
Ducks: “Be still and know that I am God” (Ps 46:10)
“For I am the Lord, I
will fight for you, you need only to be still” (EX 14:14)
You are being ‘chased’ and the end result is freedom to breathe-Know
that God’s only trying to help [or your friend, roommate, neighbor, spouse]
that their intentions are not immediate gratification but eternal change.
Crazy white Girls: “So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box
as one beating the air” (1 Cor 9:26)
Be sure to chase with eternal grace and love-fighting for
freedom, not condemning-fighting the good fight, bringing Kingdom down to
earth.
I am thankful that God is not a silent God that he speaks to
us through dreams and visions and ‘ordinary moments’.
