Friday, February 7, 2014

Eating My Roommate's Cookies

      As I write this I am indeed eating my roommates cookies. They are from Trader's Joes and they are yummy. They sit on this shelf in our "living room" (see tour of room-below ;o) ) and tempt me pretty much every day. All that to say, my roommate is a sweet young woman named Allie. But, we don't socialize too much. Different schedules, different lives. I am very blessed to have my own room. And the windows in this building are lovely. We have three especially nice ones in the living room. I have tea. My living situation is quite nice. So-with all of this-how am I? What's life like on the East Side of this Nation? Well, Massachusetts...Cambridge specifically. I'll be short-people are more apt to read short posts anyway. It looks long--but you gotta' count the pictures. ;o)

     So, some pictures to get the idea of how I'm livin' life: 





Snow! New friends. ^^ Beautiful cold snow. A natural store with tea!

    So, life has been good. I have met some sweet girls who have become my pals. We have gone swing dancing-yay! And we've seen Ladysmith Black Mambazo live in an awesome Old Civil War memorial building turned into a theater! As far as classes go, they have been on the up-side, though I'm looking for more of a challenge. Each class size is small, always under 20 people. They are interactive and the teachers are all nice people who enjoy their jobs!! I am in an internship class, so that means every Thursday I am going to an Adult Day Care Center for elderly with disabilities and helping out there. That has been lovely and a highlight. I love the clients and the easy atmosphere there....and it's just nice to get away from college students. I have two jobs, one at a library in a school (go figure right?) and another at Tutoring Plus, where I basically try to keep kids on task as much as possible--not the most fun job, but I'm grateful for it. I am also excited to be trying out different dance routines this week as part of the dance club on campus. They have a great way of running their club, lots of choreographies to choose from and two trial weeks for you to test out the dance before you commit to doing it. So far I'm definitely committed to "You Can't Stop the Beat," a song from Hairspray. It's a fun, upbeat and a wonderfully 60s dance number. (You'll love it mom. We shake and shimmy.) I've been to two different churches so far and brought my girlfriends to one that is very near where I live. That has been so refreshing for me--two Sunday's ago I just let loose in worship and danced for the Lord. 

        I can tell you-being here is different than California. The weather-love it. Yes, I get cold. Yes, I do miss being able to wear next-to-nothing sometimes. Sure, the ocean calls my name. But the air is brisk, not holding me down, I want to walk in it. The snow is gorgeous, and unless you have a car, it's not so much trouble to "deal with." You just keep walking! Sitting and drinking tea has a real satisfaction to it. And the sun isn't burning my skin off--though I admit the wind and cold has chapped it-new lotion from the natural store! And let's not forget, I lived in Norway for 7 months and never got tired of the cold....so I'm doing fine peeps. 

      Emotionally I have been well, missing some peeps from back home, missing physical touch (one of my top love languages) and feeling the need for Christian fellowship. The Christian's I've met have brought new breath to me and I'm so grateful. I have had so many beautiful and meaningful conversations with the friends I've met here-all at different walks of life where faith is concerned. I can see one of the main reasons God has me here is to be light, truth, beauty, and strong love to these friends. It truly is a blessing to give what has been sown so deeply in me. I am walking deeper in my convictions in a place where having certain convictions can be dangerous to one's friendship statuses. "Under a bushel" is not in my vocabulary. However, this doesn't mean I don't get lazy, or don't speak up at times. Continued prayer for wisdom and strength are always needed! God is close, I know. I know I need to draw near, really near, in a place where God culturally is very far. I keep feeling like I'm a visitor here, but I'm here to "be" for awhile. I don't want to start thinking about packing my bags and leaving just yet. I know God has roots for me here. Because GOD'S roots need to abide in Massachusetts.  

       Here is a little poem I just wrote, just kinda' came out--the desires of our hearts always will....

Grace and Glory 

God who carved my soul

take me and make me whole
I am longing.
Discard
what I do not need
Gain
Your glory. Grace in me-You.
Enough
This side of heaven I can not seem to reach-
enough
Show me Your face.
I want to see Love.




love to you all

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Tour of Room

It's kind of a boring tour...sorry about that. Pretty much for my parents. ;o) Check out the post below for mailing address and prayer requests!

Click on link for tour of my dorm living.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dPs6YmfCa0&feature=youtu.be



Thursday, January 16, 2014

Address&Prayer

(Check out my post: "From Here to There" to see where I am now and what's coming up...)

If you would like to send snail male to me while I'm at school here's the address :o)

Lesley University
Beth Brooks 1038
38 Mellen St.
Cambridge, MA 02138
USA

Some things that I would love to receive miraculous prayer for:

. Finances (And that there will be God's grace as I meet with those in charge of finances to have compassion and help bring me to the best payment options.) I'm believing for miracles in this area, truly, I know money shouldn't hold me back but I have to responsible. I have never been in this position before in my life where that dollar amount loomed in front of me in such a daunting manner. But I know God has told me not to let money be the only thing that holds me back, because He is the God of everything--even that hard thing of money. Amen!

. My Roommate. I have yet to meet her--but I know this will be a special friendship.

. My work-study (I need a good job that can work with my hours)

. My connections with people on campus (Just that God would lead me to the right clubs/activities/people/ and such)

. Christian community and fellow worshipers (God has already begun to answer this prayer through Phil and Linda. They are the couple I stayed with when I flew in yesterday. They are relatives of friends of mine in California. What a wonderful, generous Christian couple! I felt so much peace spending my first night in Massachusetts in their home. It gave me joy as I feel asleep.)

So much love to all my friends and family! <3 p="">

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

From Here to There

I've returned from Norway. ;o) I did that in June. Well, technically I returned from Switzerland, by way of Germany. :o) On the plane to California I wrote in my journal wondering to God when I would be back in Europe. My heart already missed it as I flew over the Atlantic. Being back for 6 months has brought me through a time of transition. A friend of mine said about transition times, "Ah, yes, Transition is always hard. It's uncomfortable and things come up that you didn't even know were there, but it's only in this time of transition that you can really concentrate on those things." So. True. I feel I have learned so much in this time back home--from God and from myself and through the closer relationships around me. It has not been a particularly fun season, but I've definitely had some hearty laughs and good times. I noticed the laughing more because of the lack of it and realized--I needed to let God really get into my heart and bring back the joy of being free in Him. The joy of being a worshiper. 

     "The Lord your God is in your midst, A victorious warrior. He will exult over you with joy, He will be quiet in His love, He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy." Zephaniah 3:17 

Who is like God? No one. I mean, really, He's incredible! No one else satisfies my heart like Him. My pursuit of God, who He has called me to be, and what he has called all His children to do (make disciples) has led me to Cambridge, Massachusetts. Because, there I will be attending Lesley University, majoring in Expressive Arts Therapy. (More on that later) Freedom, hope, love--these are the key words that come to mind when I think about what I want to do with Expressive Arts therapy-how I want to serve others and God and see many come into the Freedom of being surrendered to God. There is a vision, and it continues to be shaped and changed, just as my heart does. I will be going into the school as a Junior and will be living on campus for this first semester. It will be quite the climate change. I am looking forward to it. I miss the snow-truly. :o) 

I plan to periodically share more insights, awesome information I'm learning, and pieces of my heart on this blog as I start yet another adventure! Please pray for me. Please pray for humility and a heart that is always yielded to God--where it doesn't matter if I know exactly where/how/when/who/why--but I know HIM--Jesus, my Lord, Love, Savior, Friend, and Expressive Arts Inspiration. And please pray for my family. We are all in different places in life and literally in location. Pray that our hearts will be encouraged in the individual callings God has for each one of us, and that we can support one another as a family in those callings. That is a heart's desire of mine. From Here to There, back again, off again, out, in...."The LORD will guard your going out and your coming in From this time forth and forever." Psalm 121:8 (Amen!) 

"Deuteronomy 28:6
You will be blessed when you come in and blessed when you go out." And I have been blessed! 
This was just a little "gett er' goin'" post and soon I'm sharing a bit of a video that's a work in progress (a personal project of mine)....check out the following post to come shortly. ;o)


Christmas in California......yep, even swimming in the ocean in December. ;o)




Monday, June 17, 2013

Last Stop: Targu Mures










So.....we left off with me feeling awful, riding in a car on a winding Romanian road. Once we got to the YWAM base in the city of Targu Mures we were able to rest. We then went shopping for food and in the taxi on the way home as I was talking I suddenly realized that I was hearing somewhat of a normal voice coming from my throat. At the same time Camille turns to me and says "Hey Beth, how's your voice? You're sounding more normal." Praise God-it was finally taking a turn to the better! I had been humbled and had to trust God through some awful nights of pain and little sleep and I was so grateful to hear normal tones coming out. God always teaches me through any sickness I have. It never fails that I experience Him more and greater and that I have to depend on others to help me through-something I'm constantly learning to do better within this beautiful community we call "church." Being in Romania again was a blessing, and was difficult. So many people there have no dreams and lack of hope. Most of the students say they want to get out of Romania, go study in America or somewhere else. Economically Romania isn't doing well. Yet, there are shafts of light that spring into existence when God's people choose to love these beautiful Romanian people. Romania was still as beautiful as I remembered and it uplifted my spirits with flowers in the city. The weather was so nice and we were able to wear shorts!! My first time since coming to Norway in September. :o) Here are some highlights of our time in Targu Mures: 

~Teaching English Classes (1st Picture)--I got to lead some English Class for high schoolers! It was nice to be back in a classroom after volunteering for years in different schools. I enjoy teaching and it was nice to be able to do something that just comes naturally to me. The kids were pretty receptive. We had fun and it was quite funny to see their reaction to me being from California. Yep-CA is a glamour, beach, dream spot for them. I told them of CA's beauty and freedom, but I also told them that is wasn't all glitz and glamour. We encouraged them to dream and live with a purpose. We made some sweet friends and got a ton more friends on facebook! Ha. 

~JoEllen, Lief, and myself all went to a hospital with a special ward for tuberculosis patients. (2nd and last picture) We played cards with two teenage boys while Anna, a little girl, colored. It was fun to bring joy and some life into their lives. At the end we prayed for them all (we had a translator). We then sang "Amazing Grace" as we sang and prayed this song I reached out and stroked Anna's hair. I looked over at her and could see and feel her body become more peaceful and she sat and listened to us. It was a "God" moment. 

~Philharmonic Orchestra! (3rd and 4th picture) A little group of us attended the Philharmonic Orchestra right there in the city one of the nights. It was a huge blessing/refreshment for me, as listening to live music is one of my favorite things to do. It brings me closer to God as I appreciate His creativity and the gift of music he has given to us humans. I cried a little while listening and had an amazing time experiencing the music (with a special guest pianist!) with some of my dearest friends. 

~Helping the base out practically (6th picture) We did some work for the Targu Mures YWAM base, I was helping in the garden pulling weeds, the "boys" were making a roof out of scratch materials for the attic, and the fine artists were giving the place a little more appeal. :o) The fine artists ended up painting the world on the walls of the entry way, and also did some decorating of the entry wall mailboxes. It was nice to be able to bless peeps from our YWAM family and do some physical labor. 

There were many beautiful moments with the people of the Targu Mures base. They were greatly encouraged by our creativity. We got to lead worship for them and perform some of the pieces we had put together in Norway. I got to do my testimony dance outside for them and it went pretty well! (We were all relieved since we hadn't practiced much!) We prayed for some of the staff before we left and got to give them some words from the Lord. I ended up dancing for Camille, which was a blessing for me to use my dance the last day we were there. God is good all the time and this time on outreach was definitely filled with His goodness, grace, joy, peace, and love. Praise Him!! And thank you everyone for all your prayers! :o)



Sunday, May 5, 2013

Romania! ~Gypsy Village~




       Romania! I've always thought Romania is one of the most beautiful countries I've every been too. Going there a second time proved that I still think that. :o) We left early in the morning from  Budapest to Romania, where our first destination was a gypsy village called Copsa Mara. My throat was starting to feel pretty awful and I wasn't sure if I had fully recovered from having a fever in Budapest. Still, I was rejoicing with the others that we had our own personal guide, Atty, with us to help us navigate the trains to Romania. Without Atty we would have been totally lost, as our trains got delayed and switched and communication was hard. The awesome thing to this is that Leif, a member of our team, had met Atty only two days before during street evangelism in the metro. Atty had a sad story of being left by his friends who were supposed to come and give him back money he lent them. He had been walking around one day and night without food when Leif met him. Atty's reply to all of this though was, "I don't need food when I have Jesus. He really is all I need. He will provide." Through Leif befriending Atty and inviting him to the YWAM cafe in Budapest the next night, our leaders decided to give Atty  money for a ticket home. Atty's home? Targu Mures-the very place we were staying in Romania after the gypsy village. So, we had Atty with us leading us like a good shepherd  (Leif ended up visiting Atty twice in Targu Mures and heard the story of Atty being an orphan, growing up with little confidence, and then finding confidence in Jesus. Atty is now going to school to become a psychiatrist to help people like him, orphans and lonely ones. Amen!)
        We arrived in Copsa Mara after a crazy traveling time that included driving in taxis that got a little more wild than was comfortable. We stayed with a family there where the Mama, Maria, and her two sons were living along with our contact person, Siril, from Norway, who is a missionary there.
This is a picture of Maria's home on the right with her outhouse on the left. It actually was a pretty nice outhouse complete with a colored toilet seat cover. They had a pretty nice house compared to some of the other homes in the village, and were also privileged to have an outhouse-most people just went outside. We stayed in this village for four days-eating great homemade Romanian meals, bucket showering, and saying "Buna" (Hello/Good/Greetings) to everyone we passed on the street. The Roma, or Gypsy people were welcoming and hospitable. There smiles, especially on the children brought encouragement as we brought music, art, games, comfort, and prayers to the families. We worked with the teens and the children doing different art workshops and playing games. We went house to house and encouraged people through listening to their stories, praying for them, and singing over them. At this point my throat was actually becoming much worse and it was painful to swallow and talk. Thankfully, I can play the guitar well enough to bring a melody out and during the house to house ministry I played while others sang. At one house I felt God wanted me to play a healing song for a woman who had just undergone some hard surgery. I had never played just a song for someone without singing for them before, so this was a special moment for me and I was blessed along with the woman who heard it. 
          


         One Sunday I had the privilege to preach in two churches. I talked about walking with Jesus and how we can't move ahead of Jesus and we can't stay behind, but he wants us to be in a relationship with him that is beside him. I shared some personally about how I had surrendered my life to Jesus when I was 14 and started really to walk beside Him. I included an illustration of this, one of my friends was "Jesus" and I was me, showing how communication doesn't work when you're behind or trying to be ahead of Jesus with your own strength. Everyone seemed to enjoy the message and illustration and I was encouraged by the positive response. I enjoying teaching and sharing the truth God has in His word. When I read Philippians 4:12&13 in the second church I got emotional-realizing just how much God had worked this verse in my life and I could say it as truth for myself. And when we returned to the base, what did our base leader read to us--Philippians 4:12&13. God is beautifully faithful, gracious and encouraging I must say. :o) 
          The children in the village were some of the cutest children I've ever encountered. They so longed for affection and attention and would grab your hand and laugh and smile with you as we walked along. The teens also really appreciated us. The girl in the middle picture above was a sweet  blessing to us. When we came into her home after awhile she got up and got her Bible and started to read it to us in Romanian. She was so eager and happy to have older girls there to listen to her and encourage her. Our time in the village was good, but I must say I was out of it mentally a lot of the time. I ended up going to the doctor in the next village because my throat was infected. (For those who want to know-I find this stuff interesting-there was a white substance stuck in the back of my throat. It looked like someone put poofy gum back there.) I also had a fever, so my nights were rather awful. This was the lowest point for me on outreach. Not being able to sleep at night because of the pain in my throat caused me some frustrated nights were I just sat up and prayed and expressed my frustration to God. I didn't like being at low capacity to minister, but it's in these places, for me often when I'm sick, that God ministers to my heart and reminds me that He loves me just as much when I'm lying sick in bed and when I'm preaching in a church. He continued to speak this truth in me when we left the gypsy village, me still being sick and exhausted...but that's in the next update-Targu Mures! 

 Playing games and loving children
Our team plus Siril, translators, and Maria's family eating a traditional Romania Meal-yum!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Outreach in Budapest!

     Oh my goodness, where to start? I obviously got behind in my blogging, caught up in life on outreach. All the outreach teams that left in March have come back and we are together again in Norway. It is good to be back and see the people who have become so dear to me all in one home. Outreach with just 8 people was also fabulous and filled with God's gracious presence. Each team shared today (One team was in New York, the other in Central Asia) and it was an encouragement to hear all that God did through willing people. There is so much I could write about, but I'll just give some highlights from outreach to ya'll and hopefully have good talks when I get back home! :o)

So, this first photo is me taking in Budapest. It was so cold that day-we had a hard time appreciating the city as we took a tour with our contact person-but we still saw it's beauty in the old buildings. The people of Budapest weren't as friendly as they had been in Prague, but we constantly had to remember these people had been under hard communism not that long ago and the effects still lingered. There was a general lack of hope and the "no talking" rule on the buses seemed to reflect the silent sadness people had there. The good part is though, God gives us His view of things and He sees Budapest as a place for His glory to dwell. He sees the beauty and life in people, and when we prayed and stepped out in faith-we did too. We did a lot of street evangelism in Budapest, where we created a "program" with drama, testimonies, telling the gospel, worship, prophetic singing over people and prophetic acting for people. This was some of my favorite ministry that we did. I loved seeing my friends and teammates step out in boldness and proclaim truth when they told a personal testimony or shared the gospel. Once we acted out the gospel as Semira told it-that was pretty neat. Simple and effective. Another time we choreographed a little drama piece showing some walking around in chaos and then Adaja and I came in as peaceful dancers, bringing calm. We also performed a mime about God redeeming the past that JoEllen and I had choreographed off of Jo's idea from part of her testimony.
               I realized after Budapest that I never actually gave an official testimony or gave the gospel. But the funny and wonderful thing is, I had chances to speak out wherever I was. I got to thrive in what was natural for me-facilitating a group of Jesus-lovers and leading them into what was next. I did speak out to the people in street evangelism when I felt like I should tie up loose ends, or the Holy Spirit was giving me something to speak. It just came. It was naturally me, moving and stepping up. It was awesome. I learned from this that though, as a Christian, I can do every kind of ministry, it is true God wants us to work in our strengths. I found so much joy in leading and helping others step out. I felt closer to God in my friendship with Him when I was in these roles of leadership and encouragement. One day in particular I was struck with such joy as I looked about the metro and saw my friends moving in their strengths. David was playing the guitar, Camille, Adaja and Lyndsay were drawing pictures inspired by God for people, JoEllen was playing the drums like a beast, and Leif and Semira were ready and willing to talk to whoever came up. I stood there so proud to be friends with these Jesus lovers. We worked as individuals loved by God, coming together under His banner of love to make a family that spread joy. Amen!
             Singing, dancing, acting! Our team was blessed to be able to use our creativity and the prophetic to bless people all along the way in Budapest. One time I danced in the metro to the song "Pure Bride" by Leeland. I was nervous beforehand, but I  knew God was going to bless people and I would let go and let God and just worship Him. Still, I'm human and I had some butterflies. I started dancing and immediately we had people's attention. I could feel the people gathering around me and could see them in blurs as I danced around-but my focus stayed on Jesus and the message I was there to bring. In a way then, I was thinking about the people, but my heart wasn't so concerned with how I looked to them, my heart was impacted by their spirits so in need of Jesus and this message of beauty in purity and hope. So-I twirled and swayed and jumped in that metro. At the end there were cheers and claps and one guy had tears in his eyes and came up and shook my hand. Man, God is good. I was told later by one of the leaders on our team, Leif, who is Norwegian that there was a Norwegian couple that he was talking to who were not Christian. They were listening an talking to him and then I started to dance. They were  totally drawn in by the dance and just stared "in awe." After it was done they told Leif how beautiful it was and how it touched them. The funny thing is, I remember smiling and waving goodbye to them, but I didn't know their hearts had been that impacted. God is good.
           God blessed me so much in Budapest by leading me to sing over people words inspired by His Spirit. Sometimes I sang with Leif from our group, and sometimes alone. JoEllen would play the drums and David played the guitar as accompaniment. It was awesome to be guided by the Holy Spirit and be a team, creating a beautiful song that spoke into someone's life. It was neat to see how people stopped and were eager to see and hear what was going on when we did this. There was one time I had sung over a couple people and there was a guy in the crowd who was so eager to be sung too, but I had missed seeing him. David leaned over to me and said, "Beth there's a guy who really wants you to sing over him, he thought you were going to and got really happy and then you started singing for someone else and he looked so disappointed " I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass by so the  next person I sang for was this gentlemen. He had this huge smile when I asked him his name and as I began singing. I was in awe as this man stood in the middle of a metro station, eyes glued to us, taking in every bit of this Jesus love song sung over him. Another time I experienced singing and dancing with a woman named Elizabeth who happened to be a prostitute. As I held her hand in my and the microphone in the other I looked into her eyes and saw the hunger she had. She gazed so intently into my eyes and never lost eye contact the whole time I sang. My heart was moved with compassion and I knew here was where she could see Jesus-in the eyes of someone just willing to hold and sing and look deeply into her.
            There are many more what I call, "Shabba" (a word that has come to mean "yeah, I'm with you-Amen-encouragement") moments in Budapest. It was my favorite place we ministered in. We saw a lot of fruit and I got to pray with a man to receive Jesus into his life! Another big ministry we did there was "sandwhich runs" where we handed out sandwiches to homeless people and just spent time listening and talking with them. I met so many beloved people, like John the blind homeless man who sang in the metro for money or Chandor who after we talked and prayed with him the next day saved all his begging money and went and bought a Bible. So many specifics-God is specific and He had specific encounters for all of us. My team worked beautiful together in Budapest and I known much of that is because of all the prayers we received. Shabba! We left Budapest happy and ready for Romania.... (and that adventure will be in the next post!)

Pictures: (click on pics to make larger)

.Terry, our friend from England, joined us one day on the banjo!

. Zoo trip with JoEllen and David (We saw baby goats and a baby elephant!)

. Coffee House started by YWAM Budapest where we invited people we met on the streets to come to, to encourage further friendship and speak into their lives. 

.We got to go to the famous Opera house in Budapest and actually see a Wagner Opera!

. Budapest is beautiful at night-great lighting

.Street evangelism in metro-notice JoEllen playing a bucket-she forgot the drum that day. At the end of the day the bucket had a hole in it. ;o)