oh to be innocent again

Chin up
Heavenward
Searching for the you I knew I'd find.
Eyes high
wise guy
to tree tops
where your fingers dance.
Today you kissed
my forehead,
a reminder I'm forever
your little pocahontas;
Exploring
gazing
a child in woods bound to realize
the feel of bark beneath her fingertips.
Scared as I may be 
when trees make me feel small
when far seems all I know to be true
the dance moves me forward
in skipping & twirling
to each note you play on supple leaves.
 Meandering trails in valleys, hills
in shade & gleams of blinding rays
searching sideways for paths unknown
knowing at dusk you'll call my name.
praying at sunset
you'd dust off my skirt
weave safe fingers securely in mine
and walk me steadily, steadily home.
Along with the song of the Cadydids
to the tune of the grasshoppers' bluegrass harp wail
protectively, gently you inquire about my adventures
and I tell you the things you already know:
the way of the squirrels when a little girl draws near
the crack of the branches beneath softened toe
did you know the skys blue from oceans afar?
and you listen in patience as my world unfolds.
We walk into the dusk unafraid & enchanted in what tomorrow may bring.
You see,
wander as I may
I'm never lost when I'm with you. 




One Dress Large : Kristy Farren


Kristy Farren is a new staff member with Crusade who I met this summer at training in Colorado. She is fighting for justice. I love it. Watch this video... share it with your friends.

lucy's story




This is my sweet friend Lucy. I met her at New Staff Training this summer in Colorado. & this.. is Lucy's story. What's yours?

12th of the batch



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THREE JOB OPENINGS AT HEARTLIGHT!

Hello,

Do you know a young Christian single woman in her 20’s that is desiring to learn and to make a difference in the life of struggling teens? If so, would you pass this e-mail along to her? We are looking for responsible, mature, engaging, and active “twenty-somethings” to come to Texas to be on our staff at the Heartlight residential counseling facility.

Our website, www.AYearInTexas.com provides an idea of what we’re looking for, including a video from our current staff. Also within the site, you can find a Job Description of those positions we’re hoping to fill, as well as a Job Application that needs to be sent back to us.

Please pass this on (or print and post it for your work, school or church bulletin board). What could be better? A paid position that includes health insurance and room & board,  an opportunity to become a part of our staff community, and a great opportunity to learn….. all while playing a significant part in changing the heart of teens.

Work Hard, Play Hard, Serve Hard……working at Heartlight is an opportunity of a lifetime.

Mark Gregston,
Executive Director
Host, Parenting Today's Teens

EMAIL:  jobs@heartlightministries.org

VISIT: www.AYearinTexas.com

Heartlight Ministries. Phone: 903-668-2173.

he who loves

 
The Lord, He knows just what I need. There I stood, here I stand, guns ‘a blazin’, running full force toward Bama Land while, with fingers taut, He reigns me in… not ready for his little girl to leave quite yet. I push & pull, meander and manipulate, tugging, treading, straining toward the voices I hear at the other end of the phone. It seems as if I’m missing everything I love, the world in my prayers, His movement in the city…where I want to be. I feel it’s killing me, breaking me down. I feel discouraged, unmotivated, tired & I wonder what in the world He’s thinking. But the Lord, He knows just what I need. 
 In moments of panic it seems I might drown in debt; the loans, the future, my bills…my desires. The noose pulls tighter tighter with each clunk of my engine…. I can’t afford a new car. Lord just 50 thousand more. Please….please. 
& seventy percent seems high for a moment til for 3 weeks no budging & prospects dissolving. I wrestle with how in the world I’m going to pull this off. But this Lord of mine, He knows just what I need. 
I’m beginning to see, after fighting & faking, that a time of great peace has rested on me. In silence & waiting, in rest & preparing, my father is raining blessing in storm. I stand soaking wet in the flood I never asked for, just now starting to realize that I’m wading in grace. 
How sweet is the quiet as I’m softened each day, humbled & hopeful that He lingers near. When my nails keep on scratching down the doors of your Kingdom, pleading you’d hear me & answer my prayer, there you sit perched in all Glory & wisdom, knowing dough rises if you just give it time. Beyond the cross gruesome & rising to life, why do you still give to this self-consumed girl? Obsessed with myself, my plans, & my comfort, why keep on pressing in & enveloping flesh?

I have no choice but to lift my arms high. I submit, I submit, to the wind moving in me. I know not eloquent words but bask in your presence peaceful around me.... because you here & you are all that I know to be good.  I journal in jumbled, mismatched conclusions but I think what it is that I’m trying to say is….. Lord thank you for always knowing what I need.

snail mail prayer postcard

am  very excited to debut my new, 2011-2012 school year prayer postcard! Although it's a little embarrassing to have your face plastered in people's homes and offices, it's totally worth it. Thanks to Libby & Julie Boycott for a very fun photo shoot! Included on the back is also my contact information. Simply comment below or email me with your address if you'd like me to send you one via snail mail.

If we're serious about harvesting laborers for the Kingdom, our first step is to pray! As this verse says, the same God who makes storm clouds is He who raises up the crop.  Without Him, we can dig & sow all we want, but will never see the fruit. Join me as we venture into this next year together!

Zechariah 10:1
Ask rain from the LORD in the season of the spring rain, from the LORD who makes the storm clouds, and he will give them showers of rain, to everyone the vegetation in the field.






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how great thou art

the war for purpose

Today, on my glorious day off,  I watched a documentary called the Baker Brothers; a journalistic compilation of American soldiers in Afghanistan It was fascinating & it absolutely broke my heart. I couldn't help but text my friend Joel & tell him how grateful I am for his service to our country. It made me feel proud. However, at the same time, I couldn't shake the spiritual warfare of what I was watching. 

Since the day the tornado struck Tuscaloosa, Alabama, I've felt intimately connected to every natural disaster & war dominating the news channels. It seems as if everything is falling apart at the seams & the world becomes more wicked by the day. As images of the Taliban, innocent children shot to death, & the hallow stares of the soldiers saturated the documentary, I couldn't stop thinking about how vitally important my job is. I couldn't stop thinking about how desperately the world needs to know Christ.  

& amidst all of this emotion... I became angry. I became angry that the God of all resources would allow me to be sitting on a couch in Georgia while students beebop around our campus without a clue. I became frustrated that my support is not all in yet & that I, who is eager to tell of God's glory, feel trapped in circumstances beyond my control. Sure, I know the 'right' answers. I know that God clearly doesn't want me on campus right now for some reason. I know that he has me in Georgia because it is his plan to have me in Georgia right here, right now. I know that His timing is better than mine. But in the moment, in this brief moment of exhaustion & passion, I wrote this piece....


When earth is shaking
And flesh is severed
Boundaries chaos
& armies storming
Why wait?
Each day new footage
Of demons streaming
In speech & note & bodiced gold
Rampant runs he with k9s tingling
Why bridle steed of righteous white?
When souls are searching
& brains just forming
The puzzle piece free
& ready to fit
Why wait?
I don’t understand your ways, Oh Lord
I’m biting at the bit.
In silence I wait for trumpets call
To move in mast for all I’m worth
So
Then
Why
Wait?
Why Abraham to wait for sons
For Moses 40 years?
Why not the Child at Edens end
Instead in thousands more?
Why hesitate
when prayers breach brim
& 500 strong
 lift high a plea
I ask with heart pure and prone
To he who holds eternity.

Where are the troops
You call as mighty
Awaiting beckon
 to partner hence?
In cool night sleeping
Dreaming thick
 in down
& lace

Awaken Captain
For onward press
Heart gilded to selfless forward pace
Erase distraction of nickel idols
& loom the field for battle cries.

I wait for the trumpet.
Here I wait for you.
I wait for cause grandeur still
Than what imagination holds in boast
Here I wait for you.
Wait for the trumpet’s call.
 Even as the wars rage on.

Prayers for Amy Dodd & Family

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the glorious art of wading

This morning a friend, Dawn Duffie, emailed me something she wrote. What incredible encouragement....

You know what i see?
a long (very long) fishing line out in the water
you are holding the pole
its very long
it will take a long time to reel in
but what will be on the end if you are patient
and reel slowly?
probably a big fish!
that's what i see
and i see you are patient!
you are standing as if you could fish all day

LORD, bring the fish for allie
show her what bait to use
show her Your hands
show her Your people
LORD we thank You 
and praise You
be BIG in allie's life
be BIG in her dreams
give her the work of her hands
and help her reel it in!
amen! and LOVE!

Channeling Ester

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Ministry consumes my life. Although not on campus right now, support raising is a 24-7 job, sunrise to sunset. Too easily I am enveloped in the obsessive running of numbers, in anxiety-driven phone calls & in believing that raising support is an adequate substitute for spending time with the Lord…. All of which are distractions… & lies.
Needless to say, I forget about the Holy Spirit. I forget about grace. I forget about how much I am really in love with my sweet Savior.
Like a workaholic spouse convinced that more success, more office hours, will better provide for the family she loves, I propel myself in the opposite direction of my intentions. I neglect intimacy with my beloved.  I neglect ‘dates.’ I neglect laughing. All for the sake of a ‘better future.’  While it is important I work hard, some days I feel like I don’t even know him, as if I’m living with a stranger… all because I’ve been too busy. 
This week, in an attempt to really prioritize quality time with Jesus, I am returning again to Ester. As I read through the book a second time this month, I’m hoping to really see the Gospel surface in new ways. Immediately I am drawn to find the ‘moral’ in the story.
Ester became queen because King Ahasuerus’ first wife, Queen Vashti, would not obey her husband. Ester, however, was extremely submissive to the king, spoke in humility, & operated on his terms. My immediate conclusion: “Ok Allison, when you get married, make sure to do whatever your husband tells you…”
Wrong.  Yet again I’m missing the point.
The Bible is not a book of morals. It is not a text of quick, separate answers.  Unlike what I’ve believed most of my life, it is not a series of equations for more satisfied living. Rather, in all recorded history, there is one underlying narrative: “Man is deeply sinful. God sent his Son. Jesus died & rose again. Forgiveness comes through the cross alone.” Every verse, every story, from Genesis to Revelation points to the need for, coming of or return of Jesus.
This means that I am not looking for a “to do” list in Ester. I’m not searching for character qualities she possessed so that I can too work harder to embody them. Rather, I’m looking for Jesus in this book. His name is never mentioned but he is weaved throughout every verse. You see, our circumstances will rarely be the same as Biblical characters, so rather than doing what they did, we are called to see what they saw.
 Ester saw her need. She knew that, alone, she was too small to make much of a change in the kingdom. She saw a God of power. She did not submit to her earthly or Heavenly king because it was the ‘right thing to do’ but because her view of God, a picture of infinite might, compelled her to respond accordingly. She was not obedient because obedience was forced upon her but because she believed the Lord was a God worth serving. & when standing up to the king meant risking her life, she stood boldly because she understood that this life was not her own. She knew she was nothing without the Lord and that he would be her Salvation.  If the Jewish people were going to be saved from mass execution, she needed to let God take the reins & be patient. That means participating in His plan rather than working him conveniently into her’s.
I often think that work gets accomplished through my unwavering boldness & kill-yourself-til-you-make-it attitude. However, Ester was far more submissive than Queen Vishti, but  (unlike the first queen) employed significant influences on generations to come.  Her voluntary submission & sincere prayer life invited God to come down and lead a movement.
The God who I often see is small. He is my business partner. He is my authority. He slows me down from the work I’m trying to get done & works way too slow for my liking. He has all the resources I need stored up but, like a tempter dangling a carrot in front of my face, won’t let me have what I want.  So I sigh & wait for him to move at his leisure.
But today, I pray to see the Lord as Ester did. I pray to see my need. I pray to see my sinfulness. I pray to recognize my helplessness. I pray against quick fixes and ask for God to reconstruct my heart.  I pray to see the vastness of the Lord. I pray for a heart of submission and patience when our students are calling me begging me to chat. I pray for the Lord to get me back to Alabama ASAP…. But to enjoy the process in the meantime. – Amen.

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