Why I Write…

One day prior to a mission trip into Haiti it became clear to me that God was defining my every day on this earth as a very special journey; a mission to live out each day as He desires me to live it out. It was then that I also thought, “Well just as soon as I am living out each day as close to perfectly as I can for God I will certainly start my blog!” When a person like myself blogs during a short term mission trip I am very happy to share my thoughts and experiences because for a brief time in a third world country I believe I am able to walk hand in hand with Jesus, empowered by His truth and Spirit, guided to speak and hear and do all that He required of me…for at least a week. Blogging outside of that spirit filled week or two means I will be sharing all my experiences; all of my struggles and imperfections as I live out each day far from Haiti. The truth is… I have to write. Writing allows me a way to take out of my heart what stirs me, what hurts me and what confuses me and put these emotions onto paper in a way that brings me to a place of healing and acceptance.
For such a time as this comes from the wonderful true story of Queen Esther when her cousin Mordecai requests that she approach the king to save her Jewish people from death. He planted the potential reality that she may very well have been allowed to be in her royal position at this time in history- for such a time as this. Esther or Hadassah as she was named by her parents was orphaned and raised by Mordecai. Life and this journey it took her on allowed her mother and father to be taken from her and now she was taken from the man who raised her as his own only to be part of the king’s harem. I can only imagine that if she ever had a dream to be married and raise a family in her Jewish tradition it all ended the day she was taken into the palace, being forced to hide her heritage from everyone especially the king of Persia.

Esther’s response to Mordecai offers me an example that I can only hope to strive to follow, “I will go to the king, even though it is against the law, and if I perish, I perish”. The reality that I and others may be alive at this very specific time and living in this very specific place because God may have a very specific purpose for us is a truly amazing thought and it has been one that I have chosen to believe.

Psalm 139 offers me additional words of truth to confirm this theory that my life is to be lived out as a daily God-mission, “… all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be…” These words say to my heart, “SuAnne, you were not an accident; I ALWAYS had a plan for you”. Though, as an infant, I was taken from my parents and the majority of my family, God allowed me to be adopted and raised by a family He chose for me. He allowed my very DNA to be uniquely designed “… For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb…” and then set me in an environment where I could be nurtured and raised in the knowledge of God and His ways “…even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast”.

And so I begin. What a wonderful time for me to begin doing what I so love to do as tomorrow is Easter Sunday, one month ago the Jewish people celebrated the feast of Purim remembering the story of Esther and how they were saved from annihilation and in one month I will be in Haiti once again.

I am blessed to be created by a God who saves, I am honored to share my life with you and I am certain I am living at this time in this place… for such a time as this.