March 23, 2006

A month has passed since our offer was accepted on 1903.

Oh, his heart. Every glimpse I have of his heart leaves me speechless, unable to truly grasp his greatness. I find myself sitting helplessly at his feet, undone, truly undone, as his desire for the one is causing daily miracles and shifts to take place. His desire to see life breathed into one little South Korean girl has caused him to constantly reveal himself in our (Mark and I) life...make us listen, papa. Our ears and eyes are tuned to you...you've gotten our attention.
Worship was awesome tonight. Jeff and the guys had a show in Grantham, PA, only a few minutes outside Hershey. I danced for awhile then found my usual position on the floor. I asked Papa to show me stuff...anything, really.
Mark and I were in our neighborhood, in the streets. I was looking down the streets and the street turned into an aisle...for a wedding. (A wedding in the streets, what a thought) He first called the orphaned. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, I saw as they walked to Jesus....truly a beautiful sight. Tears began to stream down my cheeks as next came the poor...followed by the widows, the oppressed, the deceived. The streets were lined not with houses but with churches...people began to flow from the churches and lined the streets...watching as those they had turned away walked toward Jesus. I had asked Papa what my parents had to do with everything that was happening. Mom and Dad were leading these people, flowing from their churches in repentance, realizing their ways and religion was simply that, their own ways and religion. I remember a vision I had a few years ago when I saw a long aisle with a door at the very end. A small boy ran down the aisle yelling "the bride is coming, the bride is coming!" I was walking down the aisle but as I got to the door, something stopped me. Papa said...no, I want to carry my bride across the threshold.
I saw Mark and I running through house after house, ripping off the veils, laughing...beautiful.
I asked Papa about Mrs. Betty and Mr. Phil...I saw a house. Mr. Phil was with the man, dressed up, speaking with soothing yet firm gentleness. I saw a woman, preparing for her wedding, Mrs. Betty at her side. They met in the middle of the house as the man knelt in front of her. I'm not sure if he was repenting or proposing...Mrs. Betty and Mr. Phil still stood with them as joy filled the room and the man and woman embraced....a little boy ran through the front door and into their arms. I asked Papa what it was and he said...
Not only are houses being built, they are being restored.
WHOA. Thank you, Jesus, thank you Papa. I began to feel a little hurt as I realized that some children that will come into our homes will not stay forever..my heart already ached as I saw the day they would leave. Papa quickly convicted me and I knew that grace and strength would come. He reminded me of "Union Station" and that trains come in divided and will leave united...thank you Jesus.
Jesus, continue to lift our veils. Continue to be our eyes...we can only lift their veils if we are able to see what you created underneath. Let us look beneath the exterior to see the beauty of your heart, taking hold of what is unseen and contending for your bride.

And you're doing this for the one...help me to get this, Jesus, help me to get this...our daughter in South Korea. Israel. Libya. Jerusalem, Kairo. The child that lives in our neighborhood. Me. Mark. Joseph. Cindy. Mr. Phil. Mrs. Betty.

Oh, God...I'm at your feet. I don't want to be anywhere else...I don't know how to be anywhere else...take this. This is yours...