Rocks and Redemption

•September 17, 2009 • 2 Comments
About me I see abandoned rocks, puncturing the ground where the gravity that was gained between a raised hand and the earth lodged their place within the dirt. There is also a line in the sand and an open palm before my face, the latter ushering me into redemption.

I cannot easily sum up journeys. Journeys are taken down long roads, and whenever you feel each step so definitively it is hard then to say ” I went from ___ to ___.” If you would like the following to be summed up, I can say “God took me from being under one of Satan’s strongholds to being in a state of release and freedom.” Yet, to attribute God more complete praise, you can read on, unless you can praise him simply by that sentence…but that sentence is inadequate.

The past few months have been a fog. It crept up on me and before I knew it, it had reached gnarly fingers through too many areas of my life. Eddie and I noticed it in our communication. I lost my joy. I grew discouraged and struggled with apathy about certain areas.

And this was all while amazing things were happening in our life. Our support raising is shooting forward, not by our own strength, but by God and we thank him. Eddie stops constantly throughout the day, looks over at me, and says, “Emilie, do you REALIZE what God has done for us? We can trust him more! Look how he provides!” He has become a more dynamic leader in our family, and I’ve also seen the dynamite within in his heart as he turns more and more over to the Lord. I’ve always known that my husband was meant for a radical life, and I am seeing it now before my eyes. So I wondered, Why can’t I feel the joy I thought I’d have, and be just as enthused with faith as I follow him closely?

I’ve also stayed faithful in the Word, in study and prayer within these past months. I’m not going to give much “air time” to this, because I know that many lives can be spent doing a discipline without heart transformation. But, that is exactly what I’m getting at….

My cry in the last few weeks has been, “Lord, I hear your truth and know it deeply, but what’s keeping me from being transformed by it?” Eddie would ask me why, if I’ve been having such “deep” times in the Word in the morning, has my rotten attitude not changed throughout the rest of the day. Good question. What is the stronghold that is keeping me back?

And then the night came. The stronghold was broken. God used my husband’s insight and a friend’s story to bring me to my knees. I felt something break within me! It was whenever I was crying out to God, Eddie and I both on our faces before him on our living room floor…“I don’t know what the stronghold is!! But I don’t have to! I turn it over to you to take care of and ask you for YOUR FREEDOM!” I don’t have to give Satan credit for the havoc he wreaked in me, but I have tasted and known that the Lord is good: it was his power that brought about a freedom in me last week.

Later that night I read in John about how Jesus approached the adulteress, whose life hung in the eager grip of fingers clasped around rocks in the circle about her. After the rocks fell to the ground, redemption was given to her through the words “If they do not condemn you neither do I. Go now, and sin no more.” I write this because I struggle with discouragement. Discouragement in the form of a downward movement: it is the feeling of your heart moving backward-steps through life, farther away from hope. It was a large part of the density of the “fog” I was in. But Jesus’ words were so full of forward movement! He didn’t dwell on the sin, he released her. And he said “Go now,” and gave her a picture of a life of hope, a life of sinlessness if she would draw from his power and not her own.

And so I move forward now, and do not want to dwell on the stronghold that has been in me. Jesus is my Fortress, and there cannot be a stronghold and his Fortress within the same heart. Jesus, take back your ground!

Emotions and Convictions

•June 17, 2008 • 1 Comment

I don’t know what came over me. I hate that emotions, instead of convictions, control me. Disgust seethes through me, and embarrassment. Shame. I realize that Satan can also take hold of that shame, to debilitate the hope out of me: to force me into isolation. But at the same time I think that embarrassment is a must. I need to be ashamed of myself, the Spirit in me looking with disappointment on my human nature raging its temper in immaturity. I must “put childish ways behind me” and replace with love. Do I want to grow? Then I must not feed this beast. The hardest and most necessary part of growth is now starving out my need for control. Be self-controlled. Col. 3. (not other-controlling). We must not let the horde of details that flirt for us to control them do not become an arsenal against the likeness of Christ within us.

 

Gal 5: So I say, live by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature. For the sinful nature desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the sinful nature. They are in conflict with each other, so that you do not know what you want. But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under law.

Holy-days

•January 14, 2008 • Leave a Comment

This is not a shout-out; rather just reflections. Before these words hit the page it was a brainstorming time between my husband and I, and hopefully the Holy Spirit as well.
It’s been a strange year, with many changes, and this holiday season is no less. We tried hard to make it to Arizona to be with Eddie’s side of the family, whom we haven’t seen since the wedding, and the thoroughfare was a bit more than we could make… and then we looked towards the Lang side and realized that we don’t have enough vacation days to go without taking away from when our child comes. So we are here in Joplin, our temporary home, for the holidays. It is good for Eddie and I to learn to be our own family within ourselves.
Yet now that we are to “create” our own Christmas within ourselves, it has given us reason to rethink what we want to do. I walk into our home and automatically yearn for a Christmas tree, lights, cinnamon-scented candles, carols playing, nativities: the whole warmth and ambience that “comes” with the season. A few weeks ago, Eddie decided that we shouldn’t have a Christmas tree or go all out with decorations. It wasn’t hard to agree, and yet I didn’t realize what was being churned in my husband’s mind, though.

A few weeks later he said, “I think that spending time with family and exchanging gifts is fine, but not if we do it in the name of celebrating Christ’s birth,” and it gave way to discussion. We celebrate eachother’s birthdays, not by reminiscing the labor and delivery at the hospital, but the life of the person; who they are and what they’ve done. Yet we do not even grant this to Jesus, and more grotesquely, we turn the holiday (inevitably) into one that is for our pleasure. I think that many families do do it right with a nod to the Advent Calendar and starting off the morning reading the nativity story. But… if Jesus’ thoughts were opened to us… how would he want us to celebrate his birth?? If we are to celebrate his life, it is not just reading from Scripture (which was a certain recorded segment) but literally recalling that he is LIVING AND ACTIVE, and look at how his life is proved daily. How should we celebrate a God’s coming to earth and redeem us? My heart is filled with worship right now!
In the Old Testament we see how God chose certain days for us to especially remember what he has done, even though those things should not be forgotten the rest of the year through. Eddie and I don’t know what we’ll do for Christmas, but we are trying to strip what pagans have done with the holiday and search our hearts. We wonder what the non-believers think when they see us “Christ followers” celebrating Christ’s birth in very materialistic, worldly ways.

Here I raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by thine help i’ve come.

The road goes ever on and on

•December 13, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Although I shouldn’t start a post with a disclaimer, i will announce that i’m sorry for the “false advertisement”… frankly, that this blog has been off our radar for a couple months. Hopefully the list of excuses that have kept us busy won’t bore you. Not that i’ll write them all down now (don’t worry!), except for the ones that really have given our life depth and not just made the calendar squares full of scribbles. It will not come just in this post (long posts in themselves can be a bore) but i’ll mercifully stretch them out a bit, or simply throw the past out the window and tell of what we’re going through now!
I will start with the most recent, although it’s not the most important. The last few days have been a complete adventure to say the least. It was not just Eddie and I but whole towns, and even states, around us that got blasted. An ice storm came through around Saturday; it was, at first, simply beautiful to look at with EVERY thing encased in ice, from each grass blade at your feet to a few inches over your windshield. You would think that the White Witch had come through town. But then it turned disastrous (which actually is another one of her traits). Soon limbs and whole trees were falling – dangerously near and sometimes on top of houses, cars, etc. – and the power lines. Our apartment building looked like it was going to hold out longer than most places in town, but about two minutes after i hung up the phone with three friends saying “Come over!! We’ve got electricity, so camp out here!” then our apartment blacked out as well. One friend ended up staying in our power-less home with candles to keep him company, but we moved in to our friend’s safehouse: the Udell home. We weren’t the only ones, either. Mrs Udell got to excercise her gift of hospitality to 30 people who camped out in their home. It ended up being very bonding to get to play so many games, have long talks, and to cook and eat so many meals consecutively together. One person put it well by saying that sometimes we all need – and our culture needs – a power out in order to realize how vulnerable we truly are and how much we need to turn and look into each other’s faces and invest in the friendships we have rather than the things we have (well, i paraphrased that a bit). Our power was out for two days and three nights, and now i’m writing to you from the safety of our home again. We’re trying to get back to normal now.

new identities

•July 18, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Right now I write from the Gonzalez home. We are now happily 18 days married. We had a wonderful honeymoon, traversing from Iowa to Kansas City and back, and felt a joyful anticipation the whole time to create our home in Joplin. The first week was a little odd, with boxes heaped up everywhere in an intimidating way, but at least Eddie had spent some time the week before our wedding cleaning the house and bringing in the bulkiest of the furniture. We were pretty scatterbrained until after a few hardworking days that got the house finally looking less like a obstacle course. However, each day was filled with alot of joy in eachother! Now we’re able to live in a home that’s hopefully an expression of ourselves (together)… representing our personalities and hopefully welcoming guests in and creating an atmosphere that we can thrive and be healthy in and glorify the Lord with.
Marriage has been more full than I’d ever imagined… more full of joy, emotions, and things to overcome together. I feel like it’s like baptism in that it represents a time when we die to ourselves and live for someone else. In this way, I feel like a toddler learning how to do basic things all over again. Only this time if one of us “fall” (fault) the other is injured as well, yet the amazing thing is that at the same time the other is also there constantly to help and to heal. I am realizing that being a spouse is all about giving. Giving to them, thinking of them before yourself, sacrificing and loving on them. Eddie is a very thoughtful and loving husband, and is wonderful to consistently “wash me with the Word.” We spent alot of time envisioning how we’d like our life to be like once his work starts. We want to think it all through a bit beforehand so that things don’t just sweep us off our feet and suddenly a schedule is smacked in our lap without being able to be intentional about it. Alot of prayer needed :)
I will write back soon. I hope the best for your days – full of joy in the Lord!
His unfinished daughter, Mrs. Gonzalez

You’re INVITED…

•May 8, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Edgar Eliud Gonzalez

&

Emilie Rachel Lang

will be united in marriage

for the glory of God.

 

They and their parents,

Edgar and Celia Gonzalez and Paul and Cathi Lang

humbly request the honor of your presence

June 29th, 2007

7:00PM

Grinnell Christian Church

Reception to follow.

From here to there…

•May 4, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Hello dear friends,

     Just wanting to tell you that Eddie and I are in the last stretch of school… we’re counting down on the assignments we have left, and the count goes up of all the lessons God has taught us this semester.

     Eddie graduates on May 19th!  From there we will both be moving back to my hometown (Grinnell, Iowa) where he will work for my dad for a month and i will just be skipping around enjoying being around family again and, of course, preparing for the wedding day…

     Our mail address will be the following:

     634 Hwy 6, Grinnell, Iowa, 50112

      If you’d like to reach me by phone, it is: 641-990-7931.

     We do not have the address yet for where we’ll be found after the wedding (we’ve got the sites narrowed down to 2).

      Joy in Christ, Emilie

 
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