Come, Let Me Show You

I stood just outside of the garden and looked towards the city, tears running down my cheeks. Now, anyone who knows me isn’t surprised to read that I was crying; they all know that any encounter with strong emotion, either my own or someone else’s, no matter where I am or how silly the situation, will cause my eyes to immediately and uncontrollably well up with tears. But these weren’t those kinds of tears; these weren’t the ones that I could open my eyes wide and push on the end of my nose to make go away. These were the big, fat heavy kind that flowed all the way down my face, dripped off my chin and landed on my shirt. These were the kind accompanied with sobs that had to be muffled, a heart heavy enough to fall into my stomach, and the question “Why?” on my lips. I stood there alone and surrounded by people, waiting for his response.

It was November and I was in Jerusalem outside the Garden of Gethsemane and I was trying to make sense of what I was feeling. I had been there three times before and had heard over and over about the difficulties of this place- a place where feelings of resentment and anger, fear and hopelessness dwell within people, always just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. This time, somehow, I understood. I didn’t know where the sudden understanding Gardenhad come from or why I hadn’t experienced it this fully before, but it had come and left my heart terribly burdened. I stood there asking God “Why have you shown me this?” It was not a question asked inquisitively, but one asked accusingly, with hostility. “How am I supposed to go home and resume my life after experiencing this?” I continued, but before I could even finish forming the question in my mind, I knew the answer. I couldn’t and God knew it. This was one of those burdens that required my response; this was a burden that I could neither ignore nor forget. “But what in the world do you want me to do about it?” I asked, still a bit defensively. Because, let’s be honest, I’m just a 34 year old girl, from small-town, Ohio; what in the world can I do about the conflict in the Holy Land?

God’s answer was clear and irresistible; it instantly filled my heart with peace and resolve. God said “Come and let me show you.” I knew then why; I knew then that although I am just a 34 year old girl from small-town, Ohio, I’m a girl who trusts the Lord enough to answer yes.

And that’s where the new adventure began; I walked toward God’s call and he has done his part in throwing the doors wide open in the amazing way that only God can.

FullSizeRender-2A few days later I visited Jerusalem School Bethlehem, a Christian school in Palestine that is staffed by American volunteers, and learned that they have been in great need of a high school math teacher. Not only is teaching one of my gifts and passions, but high school math education is the profession that I’m trained in. God is provident. (However, in tutoring a pre-calc student, I’ve realized that the knowledge of trig functions that I was certain Mr. Stewart had made me etch into my brain for eternity have somehow disappeared! It’s gonna take some work to get them back!)

I returned home and within a month’s time I was able to raise the support necessary for one year of service at the school. Although I will be accepting financial contributions for the school (for textbooks, supplies, etc), my personal financial support is covered. God is gracious.

I have found a wonderful couple to rent my house; they will be moving to Dayton so that he can complete his Fellowship in Hospice care. The timing of the move is perfect for all of us. (Now all I need to do is finish the painting that I started a year ago and replace the shower that I spontaneously ripped out last week.) God is faithful.

My flight is booked, my family is supportive, and my breath is bated. I can hardly wait to be back on the mission field, back in the classroom, and back in the Holy Land, shining Christ’s light in a place where it is desperately needed. I can’t wait for God to show me what he’s going to do through me!

I would love for you to join me on this adventure by praying for me and the people in the Holy Land, by reading and interacting with my blog, and by allowing yourself to be inspired by my pictures and stories.

3 thoughts on “Come, Let Me Show You

  1. Wow, Elizabeth! I love reading about how you let your faith lead you in all things. Truly inspiring! My thoughts and prayers will be with you as you head out on this new adventure!

  2. So very proud of you classmate!
    You encourage me and challenge my courage to trust God at a higher level!

    Keep shedding those tears; your heart is to big to hold within!

    NOW BE SAFE!!!

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