Following Jesus has been very messy. Not much can shock me now that I work in prisons. I’m in the middle of some very messy situations (understatement) and yet, I have never learned so much about the character of God and the love of Jesus. I wouldn’t trade this messiness for anything. I am in awe of the part of God’s plan he has allowed me to be a part of and am excited to see, first hand, the infinitely powerful grace and mercy of God. I am so excited to continue forward.
I started college as a German major. Then, I switched and in the process lost a lot of my German skills. So, this month I am challenging myself to get some of it back. I will be using the app “duolingo” and I will see how it works. I love the German language and want to retrain my brain to start speaking and thinking it again. The Koppins are straight from Germany, specifically Prussia (also home to Karl Marx hehe) and so KFM has to get with the program and get back on track. Wunderbar!
I’m not a huge holiday person, but I do love thanksgiving. Reflecting on the year of God’s goodness and resting is quite wonderful. Yummy food, lots of laughs and cozy weather I love. Thank you, Lord, for letting me be an aunt, and for the care you have provided through many people this year, and for all the people I dearly love in prison….and of course, my little, brown pup- my constant companion and helper
People are freaking out about ObamaCare/Affordable health care/etc. Once again I ask, why must you be in a tizzy? Why are we so angered and surprised that our country has policies we might not agree with? In the words of John Stossel…”give me a break!” One would never know most Christians really believe in a Sovereign and all knowing God by the things that come out of our mouths or across the keyboards in regards to politics. If I hear one more Christian bash Obama, well, I dont know what I will do. It makes me so sad. Do I agree with his policies? No. But, I am not going to waste my time passionately berating him. I will faithfully pray for him and use my time in a more biblical and wise manner, sharing the hope of Christ.
Let’s share our own Obama-care and recommit to praying for him and our many, God-ordained leaders. Let’s also commit to channeling our passion to showing hope of Christ to the lost. I haven’t seen people flocking to Christians because they are passionate about making their political opinions heard. No one has come to a peace of knowing his or her Abba father by someone’s well articulated and well researched rantings of why Obama is evil. In the end it doesn’t matter one bit who is president, what policies are put into place, etc, because we are called to share Christ in any and all circumstances and having a government that doesn’t represent biblical values is not something that changes this calling.
Commit to some caring for Obama and caring for others around you. If we put some energy into this mindset, I do think things would be better. No health care or government system or ideology will ever be able to meet all our needs but the Shepherd will. If i stop and think about all the medical bills I have, I want to be sick. But, God has called me to a specific purpose and I will trust He will provide.
These weeks have been rough- physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, financially. Lots of tears, which make my physical pain worse. Loneliness, making me doubt and depressed. Everything has been…hard. a light at the end of the tunnel is there. I just don’t see it yet. Drama after drama happens where I live and it makes me tired. Today, I broke down at cvs because a lady was really rude. I just cried and cried in front of many people. I’m learning to deal with chronic illnesses I’d rather ignore, which means I have to work on chronic trust of the Shepherd even more!
Luke 4:18 makes these trials worth it. This verse is mine. Jesus love me and because of that, my heart overflows with love for my inmates. They make life worth living and give my purpose of glorifying God a tangible and practical outlet.
“The Spirit of The Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. HE HAS SENT ME TO PROCLAIM FREEDOM FOR THE PRISONERS…”
Fall is my fav time of year. Michigan has had a wonderful October. Sunny, cool breeze, pretty colors. I love it. It helps that my favorite color is orange so I get to see it everywhere. I love sweatshirt weather. I love piling on blankets and leaving the windows open. I love taking the puppy for a walk and seeing the leaves stick to his face and body cause he is such a low rider. I love that almost every night it’s been clear enough to see the Big Dipper. I love that I haven’t been stung by a bee yet and have not had to use the epi pen. I just love cozy weather and this is my kind of cozy weather. If I have to be in pain and having some health issues, this is definitely the way to do it. Perfect surroundings, a pretty red tree in the courtyard, and for the first year I don’t have to rake leaves. Elohim outdoes Himself every fall. And beef stew…my fav food. How could I even forget that today, I made it myself in the crock pot. Cozy home made food, cozy apartment, cozy blankets, cozy sheep pjs, cozy book, cozy puppy. Today has been a cozy day. I am very thankful. lots of blessings to count tonight.
This has been one of the hardest years of my life. Well, I should say the most prolonged hardest years. I’ve had some really hard months and years in my short life, but this has been the year that has been literally one thing after the next. Mainly, my health, which has also drained my finances. This has also been one of the greatest years of my life. I have found my calling. I loooooove going to prison/jail and just doing life with my peeps doing life behind bars. I have been experiencing God in ways that are hard to even describe, other than, He loves me and He allows me to love. I look at people through very different eyes than I ever have. Isaiah 55 proves to be true every day of my life. I have a long way to go in regards to seeing people how God sees them, but I am so glad to be on this journey. Having no money and a constant state of wondering how my body is revolting is worth it. I slowly learn how to trust the Provider more each day. Praise Him!!
I was quite excited when my lovely friend texted me saying she really wanted to get the tattoo she’s been wanting for a while. Of course I was game and have been wanting my next tattoo for a long time now, but it takes a long time for me to think about it and figure out exactly what I want. So, off we went. The first one hurt quite a bit but it was so small I handled it well. this one reeeeeeeally hurt. It looked so small when he held it up to my wrist but then I quickly realized this one was a lot bigger than the sheep on my other arm. I never would have thought I would be a tattoo person but, since I rarely wear any jewelry, I love having things to remind me right in front of me. So, now I have my found sheep on one arm and Isaiah 55 on the other…with shortcakes underneath it. Shortcakes is my prison nickname. It represents my life verse of Isaiah 55 and my ways not being God’s ways. God’s ways have led me to prison as a prison chaplain. Not my plan. Now it’s my life. It means a lot to look down at my arm and remind myself that I belong to Christ and I can’t get bogged down by the opposition and naysayers I encounter quite frequently. I am a found sheep just as I have faith my inmates will be too. I am committed to them and love them. I might be crazy for getting tattoos, but it’s a crazy I am more than content with!
Sometimes I can be obnoxious. So, I suppose I am a hypocrite for writing about what I think is obnoxious, specifically from bloggers. To all you women who write your weekly pregnancy updates…the size of baby, cravings, gender, best moment of the week, etc….news flash… No one cares!!!!! We care you are pregnant and are very happy for you and the joy you are experiencing, but we could care less about what you really wanted to eat last night and how you were barfing from the nausea and couldn’t sleep cause of your insomnia. The blogging would also doesn’t need to see a picture of your growing belly every week and we don’t need to know if your are wearing maternity clothes yet and if your pants aren’t fitting you right anymore. Keep record of all this for yourself, and share it with your mother, but please don’t subject us to it. Some of us have other things to think about than how our clothes are fitting and what we want to eat and have health problems that always leave us nauseous and feeling sick. At least you get a sweet, baby prize at the end of your sickness. And that ends my pet peeve of blogging post.