can i get a witness?

I've seen some pretty amazing things in the last few days/weeks that I just gotta testify about! I have been really humbled by God's answer to my somewhat prideful asking of "Where is Your power?" About a month ago I started to feel discouraged about the seeming lack of power/ life transformation that happened in the lives of my friends. I was getting lots of opportunities to share the good news and speak truth over the lives of people but just felt like the power was lacking. I wanted to see the Sauls become Pauls and be radically transformed by an encounter with Jesus.
It was then that God began to speak to my heart about the patience of love, the humility of love, the gentleness of love -- it is not demanding or pushy. This is hard for me, I want to see a response and some kind of measurable change in my friends... God doesn't work like that.
So, this week I saw a client and to protect her privacy I will be as discrete as possible -- she has been addicted to crystal meth for 2 years, she has 2 children that are under 13 that 'take care of her'. Her fiance went to jail in January and since then she has been on multiple 9 day drug binges where she can't function without passing out. Meth was the only thing that got her through the day. She turned to another man for comfort while her fiance was in jail and she was pregnant. She was so scared about being pregnant she cried for almost 2 straight hours as we discussed her options. All she wanted was an abortion, she couldn't keep the baby because if she did, her fiance is supposed to get out of jail soon and he would kill her when he found out it was another man's. She knew she had done a lot of drugs and that it was impossible that damage could not be done to the baby. We talked for a long time not only about her options but mostly about a God who loves her and wants to free and redeem her life. She wept over her sin but just wasn't ready to receive grace, she couldn't believe that God could not have a tainted view of her after all she'd done. She let me pray for her and we read some scripture and then she left the center not sure what she would do anymore but promising to return the next day. She came back and through the course of an ultrasound appointment she changed her mind about the abortion, decided that she wants to seek treatment for drugs and she had been clean since we talked the day before. And above all of that she received the good news and Jesus brought such freedom to her life that she was able to face the future confident that this child was a gift and not a curse and that God would care for her and her baby. The nurse described it as 'a revival in the ultrasound room'.
I have a couple friends that have gone to jail in the last month. Me and AB went to see them last night and it is just really cool to see how God is moving and drawing and wooing without me doing anything. I can visit for 20 minutes every week and send a letter once a week, but since this one guy has been in jail it has helped a lot with not confusing me with God. He goes to trial next week and could potentially face up to 4 years and he has more confidence than I have ever seen in him, he has more peace and I would even say joy than I have seen in him since we met a few months ago. It shouldn't surprise me that the power of God comes when I move out of the way, or when He moves me out of the way. But it has just been really encouraging and exciting to see hope flood into the lives of people who were dead and who are facing seemingly terrible circumstances and yet have found God in the midst of them.
The lives of these people have continued to teach me that suffering paves the way to joy and hope more beautifully and solidly than any pleasure or fleeting feeling ever could! I am still learning how to daily embrace this in my own life but I am really thankful for the faithfulness of God to show me He is the one that causes growth and that He CARES for His people like I never could. I think I sometimes let myself feel like I am in this by myself and God sure needs me.... lie, obviously, but sometimes when I make it about me it sure feels true.
Anyway, just wanted to share about the super exciting and refreshing ways I have seen the movement of God around me this week.

whew....

So.... I am finally done with finals, with all the papers and stuff it felt more like it was 3 weeks long instead of just 1. I took my LAST final of college today, I mean assuming all goes according to plan -- I better stinkin graduate! I don't really think I get that I am done yet.... I feel kind of like this ....
So, graduating on Saturday at the same time as my sister so only my mom can come and then we are going to H-town to party with the rest of my family and my sister's boyfriend's family. So, should be fun... excited about it. I am not sure how many other people are graduating or graduated and feel totally unqualified to do anything -- but that is me. Where was the 'life skills' class? I should have gone to that one instead of manditory chapel. Don't have a whole lot of reflection on my college experience right now, I am still brain dead -- probably will be for a few more days.

this is the pres in her shawl... as a woman you have to wear one of these to enter the circle. there were a lot of rules and even a religious ceremony 

NATIVE AMERICANS!

Lemme tell you... I am so proud of my anscestors, Native Americans are sooooo cool! So, I went a pow wow this weekend. My sister is the president of the Rice Native American Student Association (RNASA) and has put on the annual pow wow for the last 3 years but I've never been able to go before.

Basically a pow wow is these guys who have a big drum and they beat it and chant songs and there are specific dances that are done to all the songs. The men and the women and children there dress according to their tribe, age, and gender -- there were some AMAZING costumes.

There was some amazing indian tacos and fry bread and basically it was just really fun and intriguing to see so much tradtion come to life in the middle of downtown Houston.

So, then I went to the zoo today (had a lil elephant reunion, we go WAY back) and they had this special native american exhibit with buffalos and tepees, so I had to take this picture for my sister.

dusunme .... or thoughts

I am afraid to look, that I might see
the hurt, suffering, the world around me.

All the fences and locks, suburbs and blocks
can keep them away or just make me stay

Alone in a harbor that doesn't exist,
wasting away the time I just missed.

Jesus isn't a window, a shirt or the cross
He is THE GOD from the sky down to the moss.

The Earth is His, trees, people and money too,
He gives graciously today and each day anew.

Not so we can collect, hoard and build a nice life,
but that we would give beyond our kids and our wife.

To follow Jesus is to die to me -- completely
and go with him there to set people free,

Into the darkness, oppression, and evil, let's go,
trusting in Him who's faithfulness we know.

Fatherless, addicts, broken are we all, and
He wants each one at His wounded feet to fall.

Every injustice, cruelty and act of slavery
happens to us all because your pain diminishes me.

To come outside of our churches and stand
united to be Christ's own heart and hand.

It means we must touch, give, love, and recieve
living with the poor, rich, hurt, and diseased.

Through this is our cure and the freedom we seek,
Joyfully laying down 'rights' by giving strength to the weak.

At the end He will ask "What is it you see
in the face of the needy? -- Was it Me?"

check out my mom .... native americans age well -- I mean, think about it -- how many natives do you see looking really old? -- since you can pick them out of a crowd and we probably would have aged even better if it weren't for that whole small pox thing... 

secret confession: I used to have sunflowers all over my bedroom when I was 11.... until maybe 15