Acoustic Love

Oh. Oh wow. I guess it has been awhile.

But wait, let me explain: This past holiday season has possibly been the busiest I have encountered…here’s a glimpse:






I feel like I am just now on the route to recovery and in celebration of resting from all that has taken place, I’m not going to talk about it:) But I am going to write.

Introduction: I am at Agia Sophia drinking a chai. This table consists of a dictionary, Bible, Remembrance of Things Past (Marcel Proust), journal, and my pen (which is a new purchase, Sharpie has come out with their first ever pen, and I loooove writing with it).

Action: I’m listening to Basia Bulat…and I’ll steal iTunes’ description, “She has an easygoing, friendly style that borrows heavily from the chick-rock craze of the 1990s.” I’m listening to her song, Little Waltz. And it keeps playing. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. It makes me want to go try on dresses in some hidden boutique store while sipping on mimosa’s then go ballroom dancing all night. And I like the idea of this, so as I said, I keep listening to it…on repeat!

The real deal: Ok. Though I have been absent from the blogging world – I’m using this post as a time of reflection on 2008. Here is the synopsis:

There was a lot of change in my life in 2008, I mean A LOT. But I won’t go into it too much.

I returned to America in March of 2008 and I was a mess, and not even the pretty, romanticized kind of mess. My heart was completely gutted, my thoughts incomprehensible, my heart shattered stained glass. Not only was I months away from turning 24 but I was career-less, actually more like jobless.

I could go on with all that plagued me, and I have in my contemplations with the Lord. But this is what I want to tell you, this is what is worthy: What God showed me in 2008 was His faithfulness. If I had to capture one characteristic of my walk and interaction with the Lord in 2008, it would be His faithfulness. Which, as Jesus and I were talking about it on Jan 1st, 2009, this shocked me because 2008 was an incredibly intense year for me. But there is a reason for this:

December 2007 quickly became Jan 01, 2008 while I was in the back of a Tsung Tao in Thailand. Then after some of the most lonely times, some of the most horrific events, and doing life with some of the most precious children I returned to Australia only to say goodbye to the people I had lived a complete exposed life with. For 6 months we poured into each other, poured ourselves out, gave love, accepted love, prayed, cried, yelled, forgave, asked for forgiveness, sobbed, handled situations well, handled situations awfully…and now I was saying goodbye.

The end of February I traveled Australia, the majority of it alone. The whole time anxious for what awaited me back home and not wanting to face the losses I knew I was coming back to.

Then by March I’m back in America.

For months I went to bed with a loud ache that refused comfort. I longed for that time in Chantaburi when I went to bed utterly exhausted from doing ministry with the leper community. Tapped out from planning and speaking and not understanding Thai. My spiritual vigor taking a hit from all the evil and doubt and hopelessness that sauntered through the community like a heavy fog. I went to bed drained but the picture I saw as I closed my eyes was His presence drawing near, ready to replenish me with just His embrace. That is worth everything.

His faithfulness has carried me through. Brought me deep contentment when I should have been numb. Rich joy when I should have steeped in depression.

In the summer I was hired at Compassion International on-call. Let’s talk about going from working with women in prostitution and Burmese refugees to filing papers. That is quite a leap and my passion would have taken a hit if I were not working for such an amazing organization that works to release children from poverty in Jesus’ name. (And anyone who has talked to me for even 15 minutes in the past 6 months knows how blessed I am that the Lord opened this door)!

On my birthday I was hired on in the marketing department with the web team as the Internet Communications Support Specialist. If you were there that day when my supervisor walked in and said, “So, would you like to work for Compassion?” you would have known that I was overwhelmed the rest of the day by the immense gift of the Lord! I am pretty sure I even squealed a few times (that’s just embarrassing).

I have met amazing people…truly. I am interacting daily with people who are warriors for the Kingdom of God. I am working with people who pick up their cross daily and say, “I’m Yours, Lord.”
He is faithful!

So, I realize it is now 2009, and here is how I am entering into it:
In December my boss told me about a twist on New Year resolutions. Then he wrote a blog post about it. Go ahead, read it…and if you are anything like me, you’ll love it. I am immensely challenged to pick ONE word for 2009.

There are a lot of reasons for me to step into 2009 with fear…and He and I have talked about it in-depth. Not so sure how I am even feeling about this year. But we talked about that too…and so, here is my word for 2009: LOVE.

And here is why:
“We should desire to love Him as perfectly as we can, in this life as well as in eternity” (25). The Practice of the Presence of God by brother Lawrence

“I therefore, a prisoner of the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace” (Eph 4:1-3, ESV).

I know very little about love, even less about loving people well. But, I want to know more and I want to learn how to love better, deeper, richer.

Notice the name of my post? Well I came up with it because the definition of acoustic is, “Not electronically produced or modified.” And that’s how I want to love. Me, my love, my being, my encouragement, my sincerity, my rawness…nothing added but the Love of Christ.

Did you pick a word? I’d love to know, I’d love to be praying for you!

  • Becky - Brianne. I love it.

    You’re such a wonderful writer! I especially love the part where you’re writing about Agia Sophia. :)

    Keep writing and I’ll keep reading.ReplyCancel

  • Mother Letter - Would love to talk more about what you are doing at Compassion. Could you hit the email on the website?ReplyCancel

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