Thursday, February 23, 2017

Every Captive Free

In honor of today's cause, I just wanted to quickly share a song that has ministered to my heart greatly, and follows the theme of freedom. 
Today is the #EnditMovement's day to Shine a Light on Slavery, meaning the modern day travesty of human trafficking. This cause broke my heart a long time ago, and it's something I believe no one but the Lord can truly heal out of our culture.
This song is a testament, as if from Jesus' perspective, of how He desires to set us all free from sin. The root of human trafficking, and the entirety of the sex industry, is the demand, which is fruit of nothing but the sinful, deplorable hearts of people.
 The only true way to set those physically, wholly enslaved by the sex industry free is to abolish the demand, and that can only happen by the delivering power of He who died and rose again to deliver us. Slaves aren't the only ones who need to be set free. Those who create the need for this industry need to be set free from the bondage of sin and death. 
It's hard for me to pray compassionately for them, because my heart's first reaction is anger and hatred for anyone who would provoke and propitiate such exploitation and abuse on another human being. But hatred is not what we are called to. 
God sees value in everyone. This means especially the people whom I don't believe deserve a second chance. His grace is ESPECIALLY for those whom I don't think deserve it. And that's important. 
His grace is for those who need it most. And this hatred that I am prone to proves that I am included in that number. 
We are called to love, and to pray for our enemies. Pray for those who we feel justified in saying we think don't need mercy. But we have also offended the same God, and He extended the same grace to us that He desires to extend to them. He desires to heal them as He has healed me. For that, I should be immensely grateful. 
He seeks to set captives free, and mend the brokenhearted, and cleanse them in their brokenness. His heart is broken for their suffering, and He acts on that in deliverance. 
Today I'm praying for deliverance, for me from sin, and for fellow mankind from sin, and for the hundreds of thousands around the world whose lives are stolen from them to feed the sinful desires of the more fortunate. 

"For the spirit of the Lord God is upon me
Because He has anointed me to preach good news
Take away all of the sorrow and your mourning
To give the oil of joy and the garment of praise

For I have seen you in your captivity
And I will open up every prison door
So arise, and shine for your light is coming
And My glory is rising upon You

And I am dancing over you
And I am singing over you
Songs of deliverance
And I will set every captive free
And you will be with me

For you are mine

And I will carry the weight
Of all your iniquities
I've carried the burden
Of all your shame
And I've called you by name
I've called you by name
And you are mine"

Saturday, April 23, 2016


I just realized that I finished reading the last book left in Marilynne Robinson's trilogy based on her book Gilead, without posting a review like I had for Gilead and Lila. It's been a few weeks since I finished it, but I will do my best to write out all the feelings and thoughts that this book brought me, which will hopefully encourage anyone looking for a reading experience to consider these books.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Why 14 year old me wouldn't recognize 20 year old me

I started this blog when I was fourteen. Don't go looking for those posts, I've definitely hidden them. But if you were to read fourteen-year-old Heather's posts, you would find the words of a heavily convicted young Christian. (and I say "young Christian" to mean young in the faith.) She didn't listen to secular music, and had very definitive reasons why she didn't. She wasn't on Facebook, and she also had very definitive reasons for that. She didn't date, or believe that other teenagers should be dating. Of these three, she had the most reasons to defend this one.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Here comes the spring

Here we are again, at the beginning of another semester. I'm sitting in the BCM, currently listening to people read aloud fan theories that ruin their favorite childhood cartoons. I think I only included that detail because it's a good example of what goes on here on a daily basis, and this place has become a huge part of my life. I never thought I'd be so sad to think that this is my last semester that I can live here. It amazes me how the daily routines of every semester are so completely different from the last. Class schedules, living situations, responsibilities, friendships... college has been a constant lesson for me in growing and change. Last semester started out in a much different place than the blessed and thankful place that I'm in now.

(pause post writing to move on to the next part of my day)

Now I'm sitting in a quiet chemistry lab, typing while scanning the room for some small task that I could do to justify calling these hours "work-study." As soon as I leave here, I'll head to the biology lab across campus to redo my EMB quadrant streak. After that, I'll prepare to meet for discipleship with the girl who very quickly became one of my best friends. After that, I'll probably find myself sitting back at the BCM doing homework, discussing whatever subject I'm working on with the guy who very very quickly became my best friend, listening to the culinary kids cut up (pun) in the kitchen. These are some of the staples of this life that I've found myself in.

But it's not really fair to say that I've "found myself" here. There's been a lot of work, and a lot of intentionality, that has brought me into these routines and relationships. I feel like last semester was a lot of emotional preparation for the many good things and unfortunate things that have happened since. But now, I'm in a place where the things that brought me to brokenness and caused me grief don't even seem to matter anymore. They were for a reason, but they're just not as tragic as they felt then. I suppose most of that is just me growing up and realizing that every bad thing that happens isn't the end of the world. But a part of it really is that they've been eclipsed-or transformed- into the new thing that God was doing.

He's been doing many new things. It's been a beautiful journey.

And that's what spring is: the birth of new things at the end of a long winter. Life waiting to break through the cold, stiff blanket left by death.

Yes, I know it's still January, and our little bayou school is just beginning to feel the chill in the wind, but it's the season for new things. Like waking after a long rest.

Here's to the spring, and whatever unforseen things it holds.

Monday, December 14, 2015

A short but much needed meditation

Romans 9:25 -

25 As indeed he says in Hosea,
“Those who were not my people I will call ‘my people,’
    and her who was not beloved I will call ‘beloved.’”

The Lord has called us an named us. He took us-me-out of a desolate place. He gave me meaning and purpose with just a name. But that name is "Beloved," which implies the bearer is receiving an action. I am on the receiving end of God's love and grace, that He chose to give to me.

But it's not just me. It's everyone. It's the muslim neighbors playing with their children in the yard next to mine. It's the teenagers walking through the mall with those menacing looks on their faces. It's people I'm afraid to talk to. It's for all of them. Who am I to stand in the way?

"If then God gave the same gift to them as He have to us when we believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, who was I that I could stand in God's way?"
Acts 11:17

Friday, September 18, 2015

Twice the heart.

This post is going to be a response and reflection on something that's happened recently and has greatly affected me, very personally. I'm responding to an incident, involving specific people, and personal details that will not likely be shared on this public outlet. I've waited a few weeks to write about this, because of what I want this post to do. I don't want it to be an emotional rant. I don't want it to serve as fuel for gossip or source for discourse in any way. I don't want to passively attack anyone, or give any details that would lead to this thing being resurrected. I don't want this post to be about the event at all. I want it to be about what I've learned, and how I've grown, which is more alike to the emerging theme of this blog. Honestly, at the moment, I'm doubting whether or not I'm actually going to post this. But I feel the need to share what the Lord has been doing in my heart, because it really is a new, beautiful thing. It isn't finished yet, but it has started well.