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for such a time as this

Exciting Outreach in Berlin

Artwork by Livia Tiersch. Handmade welcome card she gave me.

Artwork by Livia Tiersch. Handmade welcome card she gave me.

Our team from Herrnhut spent four days ministering in Berlin with dear friends and two special congregations. They had invited us out of a hunger for deeper understanding of God’s heart for the Jewish people and the role of both Israel and the Church. These days were so rich in fellowship, worship, and teaching. We were so blessed by their hospitality and so grateful for the new friendships that we made.

We also joined with our new friends in outreach to the homeless and ministry on the streets. I was overjoyed as a local Berlin Believer and I were able to lead a woman to faith during one outreach and see others touched by His love and truth. We also met two Turkish women who didn’t speak English or German. I only know a few phrases in Turkish, but I was able to sing two worship songs that I learned in Turkish, and the women’s eyes lit up as they communicated to us that they also believed in Isa (Jesus)! They were so blessed and we were able to pray healing and encouragement over them.

The Turkish ladies we met, and my new friend Anja from Berlin.

The Turkish ladies we met, and my new friend Anja from Berlin.

“Steh Auf! Nie wieder Judenhass!” Stand up! Never again Anti-Semitism/hatred of the Jews!

God always has more on offer than we realize. It was not until after our trip was planned that we learned that the last day fell on the same day as a massive demonstration rally at the Brandenburg Gate calling Germans to stand up against anti-Semitism.

For years, the Lord has been showing us the calling on Germany to rise up in blessing Israel, to be a leader for righteousness and God’s purposes on the earth. We have seen many believers and congregations carry this growing revelation in their hearts, and we felt the historical impact on this day as both the governmental and spiritual leaders of the nation spoke out with one voice.

Among the speakers and representatives were the heads of the Catholic and Evangelical churches in Germany, the president of the World Jewish Council, and governmental leaders including the Federal President and German Chacellor Angela Merkel. We stood in the midst of thousands listening to such statements as, “Anti-Semitism is more than prejudice; it is a sin against the Holy Spirit.” “The Jews in Germany are a national treasure.” And “A single act of violence against a Jew is an act against us all.”

We know that there is power in words and in authority, and when we heard the leaders of this nation speak out with boldness and clarity, we knew that Heaven was listening and a blessing was released over Germany in that moment.

Two Israeli women had just flown into Germany for the first time and suddenly found themselves in the midst of Israeli flags and banners of support. After months of running to shelters, they arrived in Germany to find thousands of friends who were standing by their side. They heard our team translating into English and pressed in close so they could hear what was going on. Afterwards, many were able to bless and encourage them. They were amazed and deeply touched. God is above and beyond good.

My view during the rally in Berlin

My view during the rally in Berlin


October 5, 2014 Posted by | Life | , | Leave a comment


Today, June 2nd, is my grandmother’s birthday. When we said goodbye to her in the hospital 7 years ago, it was such a hard, surreal, and uncharted experience. It came so unnexpectedly as she had not been sick for a long time; yet, we were together as a family, aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers and sisters. I remember the hardest part was when I had to call work to let them know that I would not be coming in. Something about actually saying the words that she had passed away unlocked the emotions like a flood.

The next week was painful as again and again the realization of what I had lost came like a wave; but it was also a beautiful time. Family coming together, going through boxes of pictures and putting together a slideshow of her life. The memorial service was so special and such a time of honoring her life–her love, how she brought together family, the legacy that she left behind.

Looking back at her life, there were so many beautiful and joyful times to celebrate, but also some really difficult and painful seasons that she had to walk through. But this is where the comfort came the greatest, the knowledge that now all of her tears were being wiped away. All of the pain and dissappointments were swallowed up in joy. She is in the very presence of her Creator. Can you imagine?! I think almost everyone has experienced rejection in his or her life and knows that pain. Now think about being introduced to someone who not only chose to love you, but the very one who purposed you into being. The one who decided that the world was not quite complete without you. The one that does not just accept you the way you are but made you the way you are! It is such an incredible thought, and it’s not just an idea but the truth.

When I remember my grandma now, that pain and empty feeling has been healed. I think back and smile and my heart grows warm. I remember her smile and her voice. I remember her snack drawer and legos. I remember riding in the car with her to pick up my cousin Lacy from school. I remember how much she loved to be surrounded by her family on holidays. I remember her generosity with all that she crochetted for people. I remember her committment to the Dallas Cowboys and Texas Rangers. She was so cute on Sundays sitting in her comfy pink chair with a large afghan on her lap that she was crochetting and her notebook nearby to keep stats of the game.

And then my thoughts always move to her in Heaven and I can only get joyful. I have lost something so special; but when I think about what she has gained, I can’t help but rejoice. She loved to listen to old hymns and gospel music. My mom’s favorite hymn “In the Garden” has this chorus: “And He walks with me and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own. And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known.” That is the joy that my precious grandma now fully knows.

I want to share the memory of my favorite season with my grandma. In 11th grade my family moved from Grand Prairie to Roanoke. My sisters and I wanted to go ahead and start school in our new school district at the beginning of the year even though our house was not yet ready to be moved into. So, the first six weeks of the school year we lived with my grandma in Justin so we would be closer to our schools. Every morning, I would wake up and get ready first. Then my sisters would wake up and get ready and I would sit on the front porch with my grandma and we would drink our morning coffee together. She lived in a small mobile home at the bottom of a hill on my aunt and uncle’s ranch. I love the country and it was so beautiful. I remember one particular morning that was just breathtaking and so perfect it was funny. There we were, my grandma and I, sitting and chatting with our hot coffee. The sun was rising over the hill and suddenly the horses began to frolick about and were literally playing with each other. It seemed like a movie. We just sat there in awe enjoying it together. It was lovely. Wherever she lived, I remember my grandma always having hummingbird feeders out. I also loved to watch the hummingbirds with her.

My other favorite memory related to my grandmother happened when she was not even with me. I was in Missouri and was visiting my aunts church. This old man came up to me smiling and said in his shaky but sweet voice, “you look just like this girl I went to school with–Zelna Ola.” “That’s my grandma,” I replied and we both smiled really big. Here I was a stranger, and I look so much like my grandma that this man recognized her face in mine after probably over 60  years. That is still one of my proudest moments in life. I love my grandma and am proud to look like her. I am so thankful that she was such a good mom and gave me my mom. I am so grateful that she was such a caring and loving grandmother. Most of all, I am so thankful that she loved Jesus and that she chose to make Him Lord of her life. Beyond the legacy of facial features, of family, of love; the greatest legacy of her life is her faith.

Zelna Welker can now boast 5 children, 17 grandchildren, 10 great grandchildren and counting. I love you Grandma. Thank you for being such a special grandmother and giving me so much love. Enjoy the Father’s love and all the wonders He shows you, and when I see a hummingbird I will think of you and how you are more free and joyful now than even the hummingbird.

June 20, 2012 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Happy Thoughts for a New Year

ImageSitting in my room my second night back in Herrnhut–having just unpacked and re-organized everything–I sip tea from my beautiful chinese teapot I finally brought with me from home, and think happily on the blessings of books, lovely music, warm thoughts of family, and a beautiful new year before me.
I don’t know what’s in store, but I hope that it plunders the depths of my heart. Should there be grief, I hope that I may feel it to the depth of His comfort. Should there be joy, I hope that I may know it in its boundless possibilities. Should there be trials, I hope that I may run face-forward to the challenge. Should there be victory, I hope that in His grace I will triumph. Should there be dissappointment, I hope to be vulnerable in His presence. Should there be comfort, I hope to find joy in the sharing. And should there be love, I hope to give a heart that is whole; a heart that has chosen the depths–to give every ounce and to recieve, unapologetically, all that Love Himself shall give.
Twelve is a good number: 12 tribes, 12 apostles, a dozen eggs, a dozen roses. It sounds complete, doesn’t it? It’s a full number, good and round. More then ten, it just feels like an overflow. Let’s give it all this time around. I’m not talking about running away with your emotions, but embracing the depths of real life. Forget the pixilated stampede of endless notifications. Let’s be generous in real time. Have an interesting conversation and ask some real questions. If you found that you have neglected someone, turn around and go back. When you realize you are having a truly grateful moment, take it further and do something to make someone else thankful. When you’ve done wrong, make it right; and when you’ve done right, make it better.
Be inspired and inspire others. It’s what breathing’s all about: taking it in and giving it out. And remember that man’s first breath was the breath of God. Maybe we should start that way each day.
So for all of us out there in the bumper cars of life, remember, it’s more fun to drive around and get hit than to sit in the corner.
Happy 2012!!!

June 20, 2012 Posted by | Life, Thoughts, Uncategorized | Leave a comment