Tuesday, January 22, 2013

A Conclusion and a Beginning.

(the overlook of Tana from the Rova)

It has been quite some time since I have posted on this blog. This is mainly due to the fact that since I last posted the pace of life has become increasingly fast and chaotic. Still I often do wish I took more time to place my messy thoughts onto this "platter" in an attempt to process and record the sort of refinement time brings to us all.

I am writing this as I look out the window of my family's house in Antananarivo, Madagascar. It is January 22nd, and it is my last day here before I head back to the wintery world of the United States. Spending the past month here has been an incredible time of refreshment and rest. Yet it has also been a time of stirring and conviction. The Lord has held me with steadfastness and with the same hands He has performed His practice of pottery on my heart, firmly pulling me toward Him and then gently smoothing out the rough edges. Such has been the past month of my time spent here on this big island.

Returning to Madagascar after completing three semesters of college has caused me to view my eight years of living here through a different kind of lens. I have come to a deeper understanding of what it means to be a "sojourner" on this earth, a permanent "vazaha" (Malagasy word, for foreigner). Caught between two very different worlds, I find myself longing more and more for another one, and desperately desiring to see it come "on earth as it is in Heaven." Seeing the stark contrast between the excess of the United States and the neediness of Madagascar has caused me to ask tough questions of myself and of Christ. How would the life of the King I follow look on this island? How would it look in the United States? If He is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow regardless of circumstances, then how can I too seek to be consistent in my imitation of Him, independent of time or place?  My time here has certainly aided me in posing such questions, as well as, finding a few answers.

I hope to find the chance in the coming months to share on this blog more specifically the thoughts and questions that have been milling about in my mind during this time, along with some photos (which speak more eloquently then I ever could). It is my prayer that these posts might cause you to ponder the big questions you might have of this thing called life and inspire you to seek truth in answering them. I also hope that you can find the courage to share what you uncover because I very much believe that it is in the vulnerable exchange of stories that we grow.

Leaving Madagascar always feels a bit like finishing your favorite book. You finish the last sentence and instead of closing the back cover you immediately feel the impulse to turn back to your favorite page and read it over and over and over again, letting the words soak deeper in. It is different this time though. I am not sure when I will be able to pick up this book again, and that is a hard thing.

When its all said and done you can either put your book back on its lonely shelf or you can pass it on. A dear friend once said to me that "a book on a shelf is no good at all." And so I have concluded that this favorite of mine must be passed on.

This island's red earth has stained my heart making it beat more wildly for the world, inviting me into adventure and stirring my spirit to dive deeper into the crimson flow of Christ's love. Words cannot envelope my gratitude to the Lord for taking me on the crazy ride He did. And so now I tie the thick leathery pages of my time spent here with a piece of "vita gasy" (island made) rope and place them at my side making room for the new pages to come.

Friday, November 11, 2011

I miss Madagascar a lot today. What a lovely surprise to find this postcard awaiting me in my mail box from my gorgeous sister!

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Word block.

Beautiful things have come my way over these last 10 weeks. Sometimes I don't see their beauty as they approach me, but as all hard things do, God resolves to refine me through anything and everything. I can't seem to find the time to write regularly on this blog anymore. It really pains me to know that I'm not able to share these experiences as I have previously done, but I feel that blogging might be a seasonal thing for me. Like the nature's Fall, so is my blog fading away like the precious orange leaves tumble to the dry red earth. Who knows when "springtime" will awake it back to life, but for now I'm resting in the quiet of these pages and embracing the new with open arms, one day at a time. 

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Zip! Bang! OBU!

Well, dear readers, I am now fully installed in Kerr Residence Hall at Oklahoma Baptist University. Welcome Week is over and classes have started today. I can only say things all happened so very fast. In a moment I was moved into my room, given an ID #, saying goodbye to my family, and running around with a green and gold beanie.
Loneliness tends to try and creep its way into my heart lately these days, but the Lord has continuously reminded me in real ways that He is always by my side. "Do not be afraid, for I am with you" (Isaiah 43:5).
I have been forced to ask myself, "Have I really placed my complete and total confidence in my Maker? Do I trust Him to see me through?" Saying yes to the previous is only one part of truly answering the question, I now must let the manner in which I daily live out my life be in concordance with my words. And that part of answering the question is a daily fight against self.
I speak hopelessness.
He speaks new life.
I speak fear.
He speaks light that casts out all fear.
I utter, "How?'
He pulls me up, whispering, "Through ME. through ME. all things through ME."
I am your Shepherd.
You have all that you need.
Let's go for a walk. I will let you rest in green meadows, leading you by quiet streams.
When you walk through dark valleys, don't be afraid, for I am here. I am near. I am right...here.
My rod and my staff keep you safe, holding you close.
Put away your paper dishes and come sit down at my table.
Let me call you Chosen One, pouring out all I am for you 'til your glass overflows.
Abounding goodness. Infinite Love. No end. No goodbyes.
My House is yours. Forever.


Friday, August 19, 2011


I really never thought this day would come, and now it's here! Tomorrow morning I move in to room 403 in Kerr Dormitory at OBU.

My bags are packed and everything I own is crammed into my own personal U-haul, otherwise known as Mooreland's church van. I'm really hoping that I won't be the only girl who has a seemingly infinite amount of stuff to carry up four flights of stairs. When you move from across and entire continent and ocean away, you can't exactly leave boxes at Mom and Dad's place.

The anticipation is like nothing I've ever felt before, like pioneering unchartered territory. This new beginning is my chance to start fresh. No old high school drama. No returning to the same dreadful teachers or classrooms. No, "oh that's the blonde missionary girl, from Oklahoma, who wears overalls and is really bad at Math!" ......  I now have the opportunity to courageously approach an unfamiliar face with one simple fact, "I'm Karrington." In fact the entire campus will be flooded with names tomorrow, and I am very much looking forward to discovering the beings that are behind those names.

There are worries too, but they pale in comparison to my excitement and curiosity.
God has faded all my fears to a grey and brought forth the newness that lies before me in technicolor. Now that's Artistry.