100 Days

Hello Cyberfriends,

So cerca 100 days from today I will be boarding a plane to travel to Prague, Czech Republic! God's already prepared me and provided so much for me in this time but I know that these last few weeks will be the most pivotal to my ability to serve while I'm there. I'd like to ask all of you to pray for me before and during this trip and in return I will attempt to blog every day while I am in Prague! I may or may not get to blog before I leave though...haha, I'm kind of busy with preparations.

So my main question is what you'd want me to blog about while I'm there?
I had some ideas but I'd like to know what you want to know about while I'm gone?

PS: If no one answers I'll just have to do something boring like pictures. ;) But I'd really prefer a theme or something.

PSS: In the mean time enjoy the new song on the blog: "Send me on my way" from Rusted Boot. It's in Ice Age and stuck in my head, but it's a pretty decent song to be stuck there so I don't mind so much. Enjoy!

~Elyz~

Waiting.

"...You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting..."
-Dr. Suess

...Is in the Waiting Place. Too bad Dr. Suess never told us how you'll get out.

~Elyz~

A Little Perspective

So I know I need to write about something, but I'm not sure exactly what.

A friend, who I really doubt will end up reading this, posted today on Facebook a rhetorical question asking what people do when they wake up one day and all their goals are met. Well, I know it was meant to be rhetorical, but seeing as I can't find anything to write about I guess I'll just answer it.

When I wake up one day in the far distant future and I look at my husband, my children, my life, and I ask myself what now? The answer will be Christ. I'm slowly discovering perhaps a sliver of the bigger picture of my tiny thread of a life. I'm learning that this whole experience is only my engagement. I'm going to marry the King of Glory one day. So how can my life not be a wonderful bittersweet falling in love time with Christ? Even when I have my best friend and my unimaginable children and perhaps even a career or something else, I will never be satisfied until I'm in the arms of my Love. These tiny vicotries shed light on the reality of marriage and relationships for me and how different they are for me rather than those who have no life after this.

I used to hate when my parents said that they didn't believe that it would matter who you married in heaven. I mean how can you love someone like that your whole life and then it doesn't matter? But I'm beginning to understand...and as much as I will love my future husband and as amazing as our life here will be...I'm sorry but there is no man on earth that can compare to my Jesus. Spoiler: My Jesus wins.

So this is basicly changing everything. As it should. As I hope it does for you, cyberspace.

In waiting,
Elyz

(Meanwhile...) Day 272.5

Jaz swiped a bead of sweat from the nape of her neck as she stepped into the crisp night air to the sound of crickets and tiny frogs. Looking down at the dimly lit sidewalk she spied one of those tiny frogs and stooped down to get a better look. The other cast members milled about moving toward their respective cars and making light conversation. Cathy stood a pace back from Jaz and made a face, hoping the creature wouldn't come near her suddenly. Jaz scooped up the little wet thing and turned excitedly to show it to whomever would look.
"Ewww, keep that thing over there!" Cathy said tensely.
"It's just a baby," Jaz laughed and opened a space in her hands just large enough to peek at her prize.
Jim pushed open the glass door behind Cathy and stepped into the scene, amused by the contrasting reactions. Jaz held her cupped hands out towards him in an effort to show him her frog without him stealing it or the frog getting loose. Cathy leaned backward to create more space between her and the squirming animal. Jim looked at Jaz's hands and opened his mouth as if he would eat her prize. Apalled, Jaz withdrew her hands and in her distraction created a space large enough for the frog to squirm through her hands and hop directly into Cathy's purse.
Cathy screeched and held her bag as far from her as was physically possible while Jaz and Jim burst into laughter.
"I'm so sorry! Here let me get him," Jaz apologized as soon as she could collect herself.
"Ewww!Get it out Get it out!!" Cathy said in a high pitched voice as she squirmed farther away from the bag.
Jaz scooped up the frog again and set him free as Cathy shivered and tried to collect herself.
"Hope you wash your hands..." Jim said smirking.
Jaz ignored him and moved into the parking lot across from her car, tossing some haphazard goodbye's to her castmates. She reached her car and tossed her various papers and pens into the passanger seat. From her peripheral she could see Cathy and Jim talking by his car and decided to pull out her phone to bide her a moment more with him. As she began to dial Zac's number to ask about an APO meeting that night, she suddenly noticed Jim awkwardly (if such a thing were possible) moving toward her. Her breathing quickened. She finished her voicemail by the time he reached the trunk of her car leaving only something like 4 feet between them. When she hung up she threw a shockingly well-composed "hey" to the tall, brown-eyed guy who'd approached her.
"So I'd like to continue our conversation about my ink sometime," Jaz nodded as she remembered asking him earlier about a simple cross tattoo on his ankle which she'd admired.
"Sure, yeah" She said, not catching his drift.
"So,...you wanna go out sometime?" He asked in a way that could only be labeled awkward, if Jaz could ever imagine him being so.
"Oh,...Yeah, sure, we could hang out between classes or something..." She answered, trying to make it not a date in her head, but knowing that she'd want to date him regardless, and recalling how close he lived to her university and the convinience of that fact.
"Ok, cool, so can I get your number?" He asked pulling out his cell phone.
"Sure," Realization seeping into each number she recalled to him.
"Cool, so I'll talk to you later," He said smiling slightly.
"Alright cool," She said smiling back.
He turned and walked slightly quicker back to his car and she ducked into Hermia as the dizziness and reactionary emotions settled into her throat.
Did that really just happen?

Hand-made

What are hands for?

When God made you he gave you an amazing tool, so important that he even gave you two of them. Your hands. Usually when God says or does something important He repeats it, since we usually don't get the message the first time. So what message did He want us to get by giving us two hands?

God gave us hands to create. Being made in His image we have an incurable desire to build or create. Some use their hands to press keys and create music. Some create works of art with their hands skillfully and gently moving colors and textures. Some even use their gifted hands to lay bricks and wood to create structure and order.

God gave us hands to communicate. While not all people have to use their hands to speak, communication would be highly lacking and much more difficult if we lacked hands to display our thoughts. Something as simple as a handshake or a high five cannot be conveyed in words with the same force without our wonderful gifts.

God gave us hands to care for others. He who gave us hands also gave us the ability to find meaning in touching others' hands. God created it and said it was good. One of the most powerful moments in the new Toy Story movie is when all the toys are at the dump and sliding towards the furnace. They all panic for a moment before realizing they had absolutely no hope. Once each realizes this they silently take each other's hands and bravely face their fate. How does this contact change things? How can you explain the comradery and love conveyed by holding someone's hand? God gave us hands for this.

What a creative God we serve! Who else could invent something so universally necessary as the hand or the dream? God has given you the most beautiful world full of expressions of His love for you, including, but not limited to, your own hands. Wow. I hope you marvel at God today.

~Elyz~

As the plot thickens...

I always thought I understood the general outline for how my life was going to go. I understood since before I can remember that I was going to grow up and do averagely in school and then move on to some average college. I would then perhaps meet a strikingly handsome, strong and talented Christian man (presumably rich and famous but not necessarily) by some cliche coincidence (ie: me tripping and falling into his *vampirefast* arms). We would "fall in love" the next day and get married the summer after we graduated. After possibly taking a few years to travel we would have 2.5 children and raise them in a very boring subdivision. They would grow up and then we would retire and possibly travel some more.

What scares me most is that I was alright with all of this. This would have been perfectly enough to make me happy in life, which is pathetic. Which is why I have redefined what culture taught me to hope for.

I did graduate high school slightly above average and go to a slightly above average college. However I'm not okay with only a slightly above average life.

So I've created a Bucket List-ish.

I thought I would post some of my favorites from it and get ideas for more, so here it goes:

**Get into a Broadway show.
**Play a gig.
**Meet someone famous.
**Skydive.(although i have a paralyzing fear of heights.)
**Do something epic.
**Eat a bug.
**Sail.
**Give up everything for the Gospel of Christ.

These are just my favorites. (I have tons more)
So here we go comment below! (+500 pts. for ryhmning.)

~Elyz~

The Great Escape

"But still the clever north wind was not satisfied. It spoke to Vianne of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought..." ~Chocolat

Every now and then that clever north wind starts to howl and it's very difficult to be content with my little city that I've inhabited just a bit too long. Today is one of those days. And not just because it's incredibly windy. I want a new city to discover, new people to figure out, people who don't know my name. It may sound like I'm running away, but that's not really true. I do love this city and it's myriad of tangled up stories of the people who have shaped me and I have in turn shaped. However, the stories get too tangled up some days and I want to pull myself from the torn bush of my past and plant myself somewhere clear and become a part of their stories too.

However, every time I attempt to extricate myself I end up back in the tangled web either because of money or time. But I still push for that one day when I will board a plane with a few bags to make my own way in the world. Armed with a Bible and a couple bucks. Maybe Fender too.

I always wondered what it would be like to be a street performer.

*Sigh* The wind keeps howling...


Prague, Czech Republic


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