Sunday, January 30, 2011

The P Word

On the Countdown...
4 days!

My current project...
the thing I hate more than anything else
the thing I've dreaded for months
the thing I've tried not to think about...
the infamous...
the dreadful...
the horrid "p" word
You all know what I'm talking about...



Packing




Can someone please tell me how all of this stuff is going to fit in one suitcase and one backpack


that can only weigh 44 lbs?



This will take a miracle.




Good thing my God is in the miracle-working business.


"For one's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions."
Luke 12:15

And Riley John Akridge has officially decided that he wants to join the journey! 
China, here I come!



 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A little taste of what's to come...














My arms are aching to get my hands on these precious ones! Ten days and counting...


And I'm just gonna throw this out there...

These babies need families.
They need someone to tuck them in at night.
They need a mommy to kiss their boo boos.
They need to know about their Heavenly Daddy who loves them forever.
They need to know that they are cherished.
They need to feel arms around them when they're sick.
They need to be covered in kisses.
They need to know what it feels like to belong somewhere.
They need to feel the tangible love of Jesus.
And we are the hands and feet of Christ in this lost and dying world.
Just sayin...

Saturday, January 22, 2011

An effort to be real...

In an attempt to keep this blog real and vulnerable, I'm going to share a small excerpt from my prayer journal.
January 16, 2011
My Comforter,
Last night was hard.  We watched a really sad movie about a dog.  Well, that started the tears.  I felt like they would never stop coming.  Jesus, will this get easier? Will I really be able to handle this? Can I really move to China?  I feel so weak.  What am I saying? I am so weak. I keep thinking about the day we say good-bye at the airport.  Oh Jesus, will I even be able to stand? I feel as if I will crumble under the weight of my sadness and fear.  It's a good thing I can't back out now because I would seriously consider it.  Packing up my car and heading back to Berry sounds so much better.  Driving six hours definitely wins over flying fourteen.  Staying in the land of familiar sounds so much more appealing than the great unknown.  But if I stayed, I would be absolutely miserable.  I would have to look my Precious Savior in the face and say, "I do not trust you.  I will not follow you.  You do not deserve my trust and dependence."  Just writing those words makes my heart leap and scream, "No wait! I'll go! I'll go!"  Because the truth is, Jesus, I will never be satisfied apart from you, my Beloved.  No amount of friends, family, comforts, or familiarities can satisfy a longing soul.  Only You.  Only Jesus. And Jesus, I want to want you more than all these things.  Help me and teach me to rest secure in You.  Underneath are the everlasting arms--and they endure forever.  I don't want to fear this journey.  You go before me.  You stay behind me.  You hem me in on every side and I am safer going with Jesus than staying anywhere without You.  Give me strength.  Give me Your heart.
Amen.
Some days, I really wish I was strong.  I wish I was one of those people who loved travel and adventure.  I wish moving across the world seemed like no big deal.  I wish I wasn't so emotional and sentimental.  I wish I didn't love home and familiar so much.  Because the truth is, this is so hard for me.  This journey is completely opposite of my personality.  I am a homebody. I wouldn't even spend the night away from home until I was almost thirteen years old.  I don't crave adventure and spontaneity.  I am completely content with staying home curled up with a good book.  And to be quite honest, moving to the other side of the world by myself is not something I have always dreamed of doing!  I am so weak. 

But Jesus called.  And I must go.  What other choice do I have?  To live a life apart from Jesus is to be miserable.  To live a life of disobedience and comfort is to live a life absent of true joy and satisfaction.  I want to go with Jesus.  Every day.  Today I want to go with Jesus.  Tomorrow I want to go with Jesus.  And on Friday, February 4th, I want to go with Jesus.  The emotions will be fierce.  The hugs will be excruciating.  The tears will be real.  But I must go.  He has called.  He has beckoned.  My Beloved is waiting on my obedience. What other choice do I have?  For in Him alone is the fullness of joy and there is no good thing apart from Jesus. 
Abby,
Rejoice in the relief of being fully understood.  I know you inside and out.  And I assure you that every feeling of fear and nervousness--I've felt it too.  Feel My arms around you, My Child.
I love you with an everlasting Love,
Your Beloved Groom
 The Eternal God is your Dwelling Place, and underneath are the everlasting arms.  Deuteronomy 33:27

Friday, January 21, 2011

Logistics

Well folks, were exactly two weeks from D-Day.  Departure day that is.  I just thought I'd give a quick update about the logistics of my journey.  I'll fly out on Friday, February 4th.   After a brief layover in New York, I'll fly directly to Beijing.  I'll be spending one night in Beijing and then flying down to Maria's Big House of Hope the next day.  I'll be staying there a little over a week.  A glorious week of loving on precious kiddos, spending lots of time with Jesus, and overcoming jet lag.  This will also give me an opportunity to get acclimated to life at Maria's and get a better feel for what I'll be doing over the summer.  On February 17, I'll fly back to Beijing and meet up with the rest of the students studying with Asia Learn.  We'll spend a few days in Beijing doing orientation-like things including visits to the Great Wall, Tienanmen Square, and the Forbidden City.  It will be a great opportunity to get to know the other international students before we actually get to the university.  On February 21, we'll all fly together down to Chengdu, where we'll settle in at Sichuan University.  This will be home for the next four months.  I'm not sure when classes actually begin, but its shortly after we arrive.  I really don't know what to expect for those four months, so I'll have to fill you in when I have more details.  On May 21, I will fly back to Maria's Big House where I'll stay for the rest of the summer (until August).  So, there you have it--my future life in a nutshell!  Two weeks and counting...wow.  My heart is leaping for joy and churning with fear.  One moment I'm laughing and smiling, and the next I'm crying and worrying.  Good thing my God is constant when I am constantly fluctuating! :)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

My Best Friend


Meet my best friend.  This is Ellen.  She is my gift from God.  I am convinced that this is the kind of friendship that most people long for, but few actually find.  Its the kind of friendship that goes much deeper than the superficial hum drum that characterizes many relationships.  Its' deep and its raw.  And I think its what God intended when he said "Love one another deeply, from the heart" I Peter 1:22.

Ellen and I have a very unique relationship.  You see, we've only actually ever seen each other a total of seven times.  That's right, only seven times.  She is from South Dakota and I'm from Georgia.  During the summer of 2006, we both traveled with Brio Magazine to Lima, Peru.  We were roommates.  From day one, I knew this relationship was different.  We spent every waking moment together--holding babies, washing hair, serving food, worshiping, talking into the wee hours of the night-- you name it.  I don't really know how to explain it, but all I know is that God had a divine plan and I am so thankful. Since 2006, we have taken turns visiting each others' homes.  We've gotten to know each others' families and friends.  As my mom would say, "She is really just one of us!"

In 2008, my best friend decided to take Jesus' words literally.  She felt him tugging at her heart, nudging her toward a life on the mission field.  She made hard choices and decided to quit college and go.  She spent nine months in South Africa.  But we both knew that nine months was just the beginning.  This was a life change.  This December, she returned from another ten month term in Africa and she's preparing to go back in May for an unknown amount of time.  So, here we go! I'm moving to China, she's moving back to Africa.  We just keep telling each other that we are so glad to serve a God that holds the WHOLE world in his hands!  Distance is nothing to Him!

Ellen and I are truly kindred spirits.  God set us both apart at a young age.  That caused many years of loneliness as we struggled to keep our eyes on Jesus during those hard and awkward teenage years.  When God finally brought us together, He deposited a little breath of fresh air in each of our lives.  Finally! Someone who understands! And even now,  when Ellen and I are not able to talk for weeks, the Holy Spirit still has a way of giving us the same heartbeat.  We are often going through very similar circumstances and struggles without even knowing that the other person is struggling with the same thing.  When we're together, we spend countless hours talking, praying, worshiping, reading, and sharing.  It is truly unlike anything I have ever known.  Ellen has been here visiting for the last week.  We've had lots of adventures including a day at Disney, a trip to the beach, hours in front of a warm fireplace with hot coco, photo shoots, and lots of pillow talk.  But what always stands out the most is the precious moments we spend together with our Savior.  Last night we spent over an hour praying over each other.  And as we prepare to send each other off to these foreign lands, there is nothing that could bring more peace.

My heart broke as I left Ellen at the airport this morning.  There is no telling when we'll see each other again.  And as I watched her walk away, I had to consciously open my hands and give her back to God.  She belongs to Him-- and there is no safer place for her to be.  And now I rejoice.  I rejoice in my Jesus who has given me this amazing gift that I will never deserve.  And I rejoice that my Jesus is the protector and preserver of all friendships that are founded upon Him.





Friends
And friends are friends forever
If the Lord's the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
'Cause the welcome will not end
Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we know

That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Something I said I'd never do...


 This week, I did something I said I’d never do.  I’ll let the video and pictures speak for themselves, but if you can’t tell…I jumped out of an airplane.  A perfectly good airplane, might I add.   My brother Luke is a skydive instructor.  He jumps out of planes all day, every day.  Crazy, I know.   Well, I’ve always said I’d never go skydiving.  It’s just not really my type of thing—I’m not a risk taker or a dare devil.  I like to stay in the land of predictable with my feet planted safely on the ground.   That all changed on Friday.   My mom and I drove down to Florida, I signed a few papers, boarded a plane, and proceeded to JUMP OUT!  Was I afraid? You bet.  Did I love it? You bet!  I think my favorite part was simply being with my brother in his element.  It was so special to be the first family member to experience his world.  My respect for him grew leaps and bounds.  He is an amazing skydive instructor.  From the moment we entered the drop zone, Luke walked me through each step of the process with calm confidence.  He has a gift of being able to make a person feel somewhat calm and peaceful even though they are about to JUMP OUT OF A PLANE!  The whole plane ride up, he was constantly talking into my ear and reminding me to relax and have fun.  And I trusted him wholeheartedly.  And even when I was standing in that open doorway, 14,500 feet in the air, I somehow felt safe knowing that I was strapped to my big brother and that ultimately, he was in control.
It has been over 48 hours since I jumped, but I’m still thinking about it and talking about it.  I’ve watched the video countless times, and each time the same adrenaline begins pulsing through my veins again.   So, needless to say, I’ve had a lot of opportunity to think through the whole experience.  And the Lord has opened my eyes to some amazing parallels of my skydiving experience to my daily journey with my Jesus.  Ready for this?

Sometimes Jesus asks me to do crazy, irrational, unsafe things.  Things that make my heart fall into the pit of my stomach.  Things that make me shake my head and proclaim, “Oh no, I could never do that!”  Taking this step of obedience would mean taking a huge risk--perhaps even risking my very life. He gently nudges me over and over until I reluctantly give in. And once I decide to obey, Jesus becomes closer than I could ever imagine. As I prepare for the adventure, I am not alone.  He walks me through every step and explains every detail.  We go over the procedure countless times until I feel somewhat confident. He constantly speaks in my ear saying, "I know you're afraid.  I know this is uncomfortable.  But you can trust me."  As the moment of truth draws nearer, Jesus becomes nearer as well.  He pulls me into his himself so tightly that I can literally feel the fall and rise of his chest.  We get harnessed together and he shows me that the connections are secure--He's not going anywhere without me with him!  I can feel his breath on my neck as he continues to whisper in my ear, "Okay, remember what we're going to when we jump...Don't forget to tuck your feet in.  Remember to breathe.  Have fun, dear one! This is the biggest adventure of your life!"  Somehow, I feel secure, even though I know the weight of what's to come.  It's almost time.  I begin to panic.  I plant my feet into the ground and try to resist as he pushes us toward the door.  He smiles and says, "It's time! Trust me."  The door flings open, pulling in gusts of cold air.  I stand before the open door, 14,5000 feet in the air.  I can't breathe.  I can't think.  Fear is literally overtaking my body.  "I don't want to do this! I changed my mind!" I scream.  And then suddenly I remember something.


I'm not in control.

  He is.

I don't have to jump.
He does.

I don't have to pull the parachute.

He will
 So, you mean Jesus asked me complete this crazy feat, but He never, not once, leaves my side?  Exactly.  So, you mean Jesus asks me to risk my very life, but He goes with me?  Yes.  And ultimately, I don't have to worry about anything because He takes care of every detail? Uh huh.  And of course, the journey is incredible.  When we finally land on the ground, I am filled with absolute ecstasy.  I'm jumping up and down and screaming at the top of my lungs, "That was incredible! I can't believe I almost missed it (simply out of fear!)"  I can't stop talking about it--I want everyone I know to experience what I have.  Joy tingles to the tip of my toes as I look my Jesus in the face and see the sparkle in His eyes. "I'm so proud of you, my Child.  Thank you for trusting me."  Ah, the blessings of obedience. And you know what? I wouldn't trade the experience for all the tea in China. :)
I am so thankful for this precious memory with my brother.  And hey! Who knew Jesus was into skydiving, too?! 




The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Psalm 19:1 

Ps-  Here's the link to our skydiving video if you want to see the real deal!