50 days and 25 school days and counting until the day of graduation. 13 years in school to be pushed out into the real world, and I could never be more ready or afraid. I have papers and finals to worry about, but I am more afraid of what is to come. What happens when I walk out these doors for the last time?
In Jeremiah 29:11, it states, ” ‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘ plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'”
The future is going to come whether it be as a CEO, a missionary, or called home to the Lord. I don’t know what lies ahead, but I do know who holds my future, and I am ever so blessed that it is in the hands of my creator, the One who died and lives for me. Whenever I am downtrodden, I have instilled in me this hope, this light that I am being taken care of. I know I should not worry, so why do I?
“It is human nature.” But I am not just a human, I am God’s child and I can not blame my worries on human nature. I can not sin and say it is human nature just because it is God’s nature to forgive me even when I consistently fail Him. I even sometimes fail to trust Him.
So I make MY OWN plans. “Oh, I’m going to go to this college and go under this program and I’m going to go do these mission trips.” The reality though is that God has every right to and most likely will make those plans do a 360. This life is a gift to me, but not for me. It is for Him.
“Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the LORD’s purpose that prevails.” ~ Proverbs 19:21
So, I will be doing a lot of self evaluating and praying. I am going to worry, but I am not going to let it take over my life because Jesus should be in so control of my life that I have none but to say “Jesus, take the wheel.” I will take on this next couple of months as if they were my last, making every moment count. Taking in those dear faces I may never see again. Saying thank you to the teachers, even the ones I do not agree with, because they helped me become who I am. Most students spend more time with teachers than they do with parents, so I know that teachers have a huge impact on who we are. This is a chapter that is ending, the ending of my childhood. So now I go on to bigger and better things, not to say this wasn’t good but there is a frontier of bigger learning waiting.
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. – Romans 8:28
“Refuse to let the world corrupt you.” We live in a world full of heartache and pain where people are abusing alcohol and drugs to fill the void of emptiness inside themselves. There is something bigger and more life changing than anything else that can fill that void: love. As human beings we have a need to give and receive love but more times than not we let the hatred of the world seep into us instead of the love inside of us to seep out.
When I was in Memphis, Tennessee doing mission work, I met a little boy around 7 years of age and he told me that there are more bad than good people and that a person can never change. My heart shattered a little bit in that moment, but I made the realization that a lot of people think that way, even the people who need to change. We are our biggest enemy. We keep ourselves from opportunities, necessary changes, and even love.
I have always had a heart for helping other humans and animals. To care for and to love others is one of my main purposes in life. I am planning to major in Social Work and eventually go overseas. My dream is to go to Africa to help in villages that do not even have clean water. However, I can not and will not limit myself to one city, one state, or even one country. I want to show anyone and everyone that there is love and hope. I want to find the people who are so filled with hate all they see is darkness, so I can come in and show them a better way.
When I help others, whether it be loving on children in Memphis or writing articles for my town’s website, I feel complete. I know I have a purpose in life, and it is to help others. I am not the best writer, but I write in sincerity. God bless.
This review is addressing the book Laugh With the Moon by Shana Burg.
To give you some background information without completely disclosing what the book entails, the book is about a 13 year old named Clare. Clare lost her mother and became angry when her father told her he was taking her to Malawi, Africa for 64 days. Her father is a doctor and went there to help medically. Clare hated it at first but soon learns to love it and does not want it to end. She begins picking up a little Chichewa, which is the native language and settles into this new life.
I found myself in 13 year old Clare. I know what it is like to feel loss, and sometimes new things are hard for me. I also love the fact how much she cared about Fred, as I am an avid animal lover as well. The book seems targeted for middle school students and it is a bit sappy. However, it is definitely on my list of favorites. It teaches of friendship and heartbreak. It contains death and the reality of the unfairness in the world. It shows father and daughter bonding through their own grief. The book name comes from what Memory, Clare’s new best friend says, ” Even the mourner must stop and laugh with the moon.” It teaches powerful lessons and I would definitely give this to anyone to read. 4 out of 5 stars for me.
Sorry for such a short review, but it has been a little while since I read it.
I promised to write about November, so here I am… a little late. But nonetheless, I will write about it now.
The first major event of November was going to Nashville for the McClurkan Scholarship Day. I wore my brown skirt suit with a purple top and wore flats for I would be walking around quite a bit. At 9:00 a.m., the McClurkan Scholars were registered and then welcomed into the Benson Auditorium or McClurkan Building. From 10 to 11 a.m. we met in Academic Focus Groups, mine being Human and Behavioral Science. Once in the class room, we broke down into groups such as law, social work, and psychology. My future major is social work, so another girl and I met with a professor in that field. We learned about different clubs we could be in and different community service projects we would do. It was very interesting and throughout the day I reconfirmed that Trevecca was home to me. The other girl that was also interested in social work was Emily Riggs. I absolutely adored her spirit and we became friends. I am happy to say that she will be my roommate. After the focus groups, we went to the Boone Business Building where we ate a wonderfully prepared lunch and was entertained by a Christian musical group from Trevecca. President Dan Boone spoke and answered questions. We were free to take tours of the campus or go off and do our own thing with our family. We had 15 minute interviews from 1 p.m. to 4:30 p.m. My individual interview was at 3:30 p.m. I was nervous. I had been praying about this for the whole day and I was literally a bundle of nerves. However, I asked God right before going in for strength and that His will be done. I went in and saw Mr. Toy that I had met earlier at lunch who was in charge of marketing. There were two other men in the room who were so kind and friendly, but unfortunately I can not remember their names. They asked me common questions like, “Why Trevecca?” and “What do you want to do in the future?” We talked about my church and school and all the activities I’m involved in. We also talked about God. God is very important to me and that excites me that I will be going to a college where I can talk about God freely and be able to converse with students who also love God. God delivered the strength for me to get through my interview and it ended with smiles and hugs. I felt like it went great, and it did. After the interview, we were free. I went and changed and then went back to the Admissions lobby at 5:30 to leave for the Nashville Nights Event. Emily came with me and we walked down Broadway and ate at the Old Spaghetti Factory, which was paid by Trevecca. I had fun and I still remember a boy named Jesse Miller rapping about events in the Bible. The next day was Experience Trevecca Day. It had nothing to do with the scholarship and I barely saw anyone that was there the previous day. Experience Trevecca day was set up as the day before but without any interviews. I took a tour of the campus after the events and saw the dorms. I believe I want the dorm next to the cafeteria but I am not quite sure yet. I stayed around after the tour and saw the campus by myself. It’s beautiful. I love how the squirrels came so close to me and I absolutely adored the front statue of Jesus and the little waterfall. It’s not a modern campus. It is not booming like the regular public university, but it has a homey feel I know I would not get anywhere else. As I walked on the side walks, I had a sense of peace as if God was willing me that Trevecca is the place I need to be. I know it is the place I need to be and will be. Sadly, I did not get the McClurkan Scholarship. It wasn’t God’s will and I am beyond happy for the ones who did receive it. I have received other scholarships and I am still going. I have paid my enrollment deposit and will be applying for housing as soon as it is made available. I love Trevecca and I can not wait to go there this fall.
A year ago
I wouldn’t have known
the girl I see now
I could not have told you how
I did not know me
I was in my own self misery
I was in deep depression
In what I thought was oppression
I felt the world on my shoulders
I felt myself growing colder
I had to grow bolder
Or I would only sink lower
So I found myself in all the darkness
God led me out through His guidance
I waited and I prayed
I’m not a patient person but I stayed
Stayed determined and persistent
Till I could no longer see the old me in the distance
I learned to be my own rally
Like a cat coddled out of a dark alley
I began to emerge
The old me and the new me began to submerge
I found a new love
The person in the mirror was a person I could be proud of
I saw my weaknesses but I saw my strength
No matter how shaky my world was I would not faint
I went through therapy but that was not where the solution lied
It was in my own heart, my own very life
I had a maker who created me
And I was the one who was throwing away my dreams
But I had an epiphany
I was snapped back to reality
My nightmares transformed back into dreams
Everything was back as it should have seemed
I stood each day a little taller
The world could no longer make me feel smaller
I found my college, the place I will now call home
I now feel free, no longer entrapped under my own dome
I can be me, and now the new girl can show
But you see, we can never be new
I am me, that I can not lose
I still have my scars from the old me that was torn
But like a phoenix out of ashes, I have been reborn
-Rachel Hughey (01/04/2017)
Written: November 4, 2016
For anyone who does not know, I am a senior and I am 17 years old. I live in Tennessee and I love Jesus. This month involves some traveling for me, and I will be out of town three weekends in a row so I ask for prayer. One thing I have been praying about and for is because of the reason I will be in Nashville next weekend, the McClurkan Scholarship. November 11th is the McClurkan Scholarship Day. I am nervous, but I am excited. I feel like someone who does pageants that has to appear perfect in all forms to receive this golden prize: full tuition and board. I received a list of the competitors and their majors last night. I also received my schedule, and a map of the campus. My nerves have been destroyed. I did not come from a private school. I have not left this country. I am from a small town, and I love Jesus. Trevecca feels like home. In August, if you asked me about Trevecca, I would have been like “Trevecca? What is that?” It was only upon coming to the booth at a college fair that I learned about Trevecca. Instantly, I felt being called there. I have prayed and prayed. I hope that when I can not stand this pressure that I will kneel. I hope that I stand confident in front of those on campus. But above all, I hope that I allow Jesus to use me for God’s glory and not my own. I need to remember that this life is not mine. It is God’s will and I am but a tool. Let me be humble and diligent to the call God has on my life. Praise God for allowing me this opportunity. The weekend after Trevecca I will be going to Beta convention in Nashville and it will be my lat Beta trip ever. I am beyond sad and have already cried over it. I always say I am unemotional but when the time comes, I cry like a baby. I am so grateful for the years I have had with my Beta family, especially my sponsors Mrs. Amy and Coach Lee. Their son has lifted my spirits while attending each year, and Beta will definitely be part of my best memories of High School. The next weekend, Thanksgiving, I will be going to Oklahoma to see my dad with my brother and grandmother. I have not seen my grandmother since last semester and my dad since July., so will be an amazing reunion. However, I am sad that I will be missing my family tradition of Thanksgiving at my aunt’s house in Finger. I am excited to leave the state again and to spend the holidays with my father. This life is so nerve wrecking but so beautiful. I can not wait to see what God has in store. I will update throughout the month about how things are going. Please pray for me and God bless!
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Not everyone is called out into the mission field, but the few who are have to be diligent, patient, and Christ-focused. Zackary Shaikh meets all these qualities and more. He was preaching by the age of 12, and doing mission trips by the age of 15. The one that he has been doing the longest and has changed his life and perspective the most is Camp SummerSign.
Camp SummerSign is a camp located at the Brentwood Baptist Deaf Church and it is for children ages 6-17 who are Deaf or are siblings to a Deaf child. Staff members interact with the children in their own language, ASL (American Sign Language), and teach them about Jesus. Zackary learned about Camp SummerSign through his BCM director at Bethel University, where Zackary currently attends as a Ministry major. He knew it would be a challenging mission trip, since he barely knew anything about the Deaf culture, but he was ready for anything that would come his way.
Zackary first went to Brentwood in the summer of 2013 and immediately fell in love with the camp. He knew this was what he would be doing for a while, and he did. After three summers, he is now fluent in ASL and looks to even becoming an ASL interpreter one day alongside being a pastor. It was a challenging transition of learning ASL at the beginning. Watching everyone sign so easily made him think, “I can’t do this.” He even stated that he told everybody he was on a mission “shrimp,” as he preceded to actually sign the word “shrimp” instead of “trip.” He has come a long way, now preferring ASL to English. Unfortunately, he does not know enough people who sign in his area to be able to sign daily. At most schools and colleges, there are classes for Spanish, French, or Latin. However, barely any schools offer ASL and Zackary hopes that it will be offered in the near future.
Becoming more aware of the Deaf culture, Zackary learned a lot. Most Deaf people are very blunt, and very few know English phrases. In ASL, English is not directly translated. ASL has its own sentence structure. For example, in English you would say, “ I love you.” On the other hand, in ASL, you would sign, “You, I love.” ASL is a unique language with its own set of rules. People who are native English speakers think in English, just as native Spanish speakers think in Spanish. ASL signers are not any different; they think in signs. The Deaf have their own slang and culture, and they do not see their disability as anything wrong. It is their life. Just as preachers in our very own churches tell us, “Jesus loves you,” Zackary signs to his children at camp , “You, Jesus loves.”
Zackary has experienced a number of health problems since he was a child including Crohn’s disease, arthritis, and depression. While away at Camp SummerSign in 2015, he was sent to a hospital due to his health problems. His persistence really showed then as he went straight back to camp after being released instead of going home. Mission work is not for the weak. At Camp SummerSign, staff has the children for 8 hours. Keeping up with children when you are a college student is quite a task. Nothing can compete to the energy and playfulness of a child. Every week, the children and staff go on at least one field trip. That is hard enough with any child, but especially with children who can not hear. The staff’s eyes have to be open at all times, considering that even some of the staff are Deaf. Long hours and having to stay as alert as a mother over her newborn is tough, but Zackary loves it. The thrill of seeing his students thrive is like none other. He teaches them about Jesus, but they also learn to embrace their individuality. Being Deaf is not a disability, but rather a chance to see life in a whole new light.
There is a young boy at the camp who use to be an orphan in Ethiopia. He was put on the streets at the age of 4, and he was not going to be able to be adopted. Somehow, a family from America was able to adopt him. The young boy is now 11 and is flourishing in his language and knowledge. Because of Camp SummerSign and staff like Zackary Shaikh,children are growing in their knowledge, their understanding, and even their faith. Fifteen children were saved just over the past summer. Camp SummerSign offers a chance to children who do not have the help of parents or school to immerse themselves in their own culture. They can communicate, learn, and fellowship. They learn about Jesus and have the opportunity to say what they have been wanting to say for so long because the language barriers are coming down. Camp SummerSign is not only a safe haven for deaf children, it is a chance to better the world by giving these children a brighter future.
Freewill Sacrifice of Self A Sermon by the Rev. James P. Cooper Mitchellville – November 2, 2003 “The Son of Man must suffer many things, and be rejected by the elders and chief priests and scribes, and be killed, and be raised the third day.” (Luke 9:22) Consider for a moment all the time that […]