tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34629588170382661962024-03-14T12:44:05.353-05:00INTIMATE RISKTori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-31265309087897906762014-12-30T15:45:00.000-06:002014-12-30T15:46:32.818-06:00Camping in Brokenness<div>
Brokeness. That word often stirs up mixed emotions for me - not unlike the word “boundaries” if you read my <a href="http://intimaterisk.blogspot.com/2014/12/making-room-for-boundaries.html">last blog post</a>! </div>
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Oftentimes when we hear the word “brokenness” it implies something is weak, subpar, and needs to be fixed. This can be true, but it also means a lot of other things. Instead of viewing it as a state to overcome, I’ve started to view it as a landing place, a spot to camp if you will. </div>
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<b>Side note</b>: I’ve never been into camping, but the concept has always sounded romantic to me. To make a home in some place unknown and new. To journey with just the essentials, carrying with me only that which I need to survive. If I were to create a list of essentials for this journey of life, brokenness would be at the top of that list. </div>
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This may sound strange, but I’m starting to believe that I’m not simply called to live through a season of brokenness, but to consider brokenness a lifestyle choice. Choosing brokenness keeps me pliable and teachable. It reminds me of my weaknesses, so that I don’t get too far ahead of myself and start thinking I’m something I’m not. And God knows I need reminded of that often. </div>
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All this being said, there a couple things I think brokenness is <b>not</b>.</div>
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Choosing brokenness doesn’t mean I can’t be myself. I’ve struggled with this thought many times this past year. I used to think that being broken meant I couldn’t function in my strengths. And that is so far from the truth! In fact, I think I was made to be both broken and bold. To be aware of myself and my weaknesses, but also to know what I’m good at, and to go for it! </div>
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If I were to sum up the lessons I’ve learned in 2014, it would be this: <b>To let brokenness be an opportunity for growth</b>. And if I could tell myself one thing this time last year it would be to “Get comfortable in weakness, because that is where the growth begins.” </div>
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Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-37948686851769757642014-12-07T23:39:00.001-06:002014-12-07T23:44:13.628-06:00Making Room for Boundaries<br />
Whenever I hear the word <b>boundaries</b> I typically cringe. This word has always had a negative connotation to me. It seems to imply that something has gone too far, or is too much. And that's a tender spot for me. It was easy for me growing up and even now to believe the lie that I was "too much". That I needed to be restrained, held back, and that I desperately needed boundaries.<br />
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It took me a while, but I eventually realized that it was all a big lie and I didn't have to believe it anymore. God didn't make me "too much", He made me just right, exactly as He planned. The passage of scripture that has marked me the most is Psalm 139, of which verse 13-14 says: </div>
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"For you did form my inward parts; you did knit me together in my mother's womb. I will confess and praise you for you are fearful and wonderful and for the awful wonder of my birth! Wonderful are your words, and that my inner self knows right well." (AMP) </blockquote>
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Once I started believing that, it was time to tackle my irrational fear of boundaries. This word has taken on an interesting meaning to me over the past few months. Rather than viewing them a negative thing, I started to view them as beneficial, and even necessary. </div>
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Remember my post titled "Slow is Good"? Well, shortly after I published that post, work started to pick up dramatically. Hence why I haven't posted in ages. I have this tendency to run so hard and fast that I neglect to tend to other areas of my life. It's hard for me to stop or slow down until something is complete and excellent. And sometimes that's not healthy.<br />
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The Holy Spirit started to nudge me about two months ago about boundaries, and although I wanted to ignore it, I knew that I'd end up running myself over if I didn't heed His warning. I was reminded of Psalm 16 which says that the boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. He sets up boundaries for me so that I can remain healthy and ultimately enjoy life! And if I respond to His invitation to step back and allow room for margin in my life, then I just might end up enjoying it more than I thought I would. <b>Boundaries aren't a bad thing, in fact, they make room for the good things.</b> Like rest and friendship and creating and writing (just to name a few).<br />
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But what about getting my work done? Or what if my boss gets mad at me? What if I fail at fulfilling my responsibilities? What if my co-workers think I am slacking? Questions such as this started running through my head, and then the Holy Spirit whispered that those questions were rooted in <b>fear. </b>Ahhh that's a familiar word. But it's also a suffocating word. It's a word, that if given too much power, will cause me to be more anxious and insecure than I care to admit.<br />
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Fear too often causes me to freeze, or in this case, keep running. But today I'm choosing differently. It's time to step back confidently, knowing my value is secure in who God says I am, not in how fast I can run or how great my work is. Others may perceive my putting up boundaries differently than I intend, sure. I may drop the ball, yes. <b>But living without fear in step with the boundaries God has set up for me is much more freeing. </b></div>
Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-45878010615260367852014-06-16T13:11:00.001-05:002014-06-16T13:11:28.139-05:00Let's Get SimpleMy friend <a href="https://meganshipley.squarespace.com/">Megan</a> is the queen of discovering new trends and pulls them off quite well. Megs is one of my favorite people to spend time with - refreshing, easy and just simple. She recently discovered and showed me a <a href="http://www.un-fancy.com/">blog</a> with a concept called "The Capsule Wardrobe".<br />
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The basic definition of this idea is "a set of clothing, normally within 20-40 items, which can be mixed and matched to create a wide variety of outfits that can be considered essential." </blockquote>
This idea seemed to fit into the theme of my season - simple, slow, basic. I started looking through my closet and realized I could benefit from some simplifying. After transitioning to a new full time job in a new city, the rhythm of my life is different, which means my wardrobe needs have shifted. And honestly, so have my preferences.<br />
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So here's to simplifying. Here's to re-defining needs and styles and preferences. Here's to consolidating and learn to mix and match, letting my creative side invent new varieties and combinations. And here's to celebrating the simple, which happens to be alongside one of my favorite friends.<br />
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<u>The goal</u>: slim down our closets to <b>37 ish staple items</b> (including shoes, but discluding accessories).<br />
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<u>The inspiration</u>: Caroline from <a href="http://www.un-fancy.com/">Un-Fancy</a> & this <a href="http://www.un-fancy.com/capsule-wardrobe-101/free-wardrobe-planner/">Capsule Wardrobe guide</a>.<br />
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<li><b>Identify my lifestyle</b> - What percentage of my time is spent doing what? How do I spend my time? What do I need in order to spend my time accordingly? </li>
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I hope this inspires you to simplify life and to take time to define your style, your personal mission and why you do what you do. I'm excited to give it a go and hope to post about the final result!Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-90766493020574903692014-05-12T21:34:00.000-05:002014-05-12T22:13:58.473-05:00Slow is GoodI've had to repeat this phrase out loud to myself several times over the past few months. <b>Slow is good. </b>It's actually really good. But to a fast-paced, run till you drop or faint, go getter like me (or so I liked to think), sometimes you have to learn that the hard way. And now I'm not sure I could run any faster even if I wanted to.<br />
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Prior to my move to Waco, I knew I was beginning to feel burnt out, yet wasn't sure how to slow down, or if I wanted to. And now my life feels painfully slower than it ever has before. It's almost as if God put on the breaks and now I've settled into a slow and steady rhythm. A rhythm that from the outside looking in looks insignificant. But a rhythm that is doing so much more than what I can see with my eyes.<br />
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And it's in this slow rhythm that I'm learning to <b>run long rather than to run fast. </b><br />
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And now that life is slow, it's opened so much space I didn't know I was missing. It's allowed me to find out what actually refreshes me, to discover rest, to pace myself, and to just be still. For a do-er like myself, it's a discipline to learn to be. To learn to stop thinking. Stop planning what's next and how I'll get there. Stop trying to move forward. Stop moving. And just be.<br />
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With summer peaking it's head from around the corner, it's easy to try to fill our calendars with things to do, places to see and people to meet. I do enjoy those things, but this summer I'm going to enjoy being, anticipating the breakthrough that's coming, learning to savor each moment, and celebrate life, even when it's slow. Because slow is good.Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-30602907408066789992014-04-19T21:42:00.000-05:002014-04-19T21:42:08.866-05:00One Word that Changed My Year & Why I Spend Time with God with a Dictionary<div>
One of my favorite things to have close by in my time with God is a dictionary. During my senior year of high school I was given a dictionary for some sort of academic award. At the time I thought it was lame, but now I actually use it quite frequently. What that says about me, I'm not sure. But whenever God speaks something to me, I like to let the meaning of the words really sink in. If you think about it, it's really fascinating to me that God chooses language to communicate with us. </div>
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There's one word in particular whose meaning has really gone deep in me this year: <b>jealousy</b>. </div>
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Merriam Webster defines "jealousy" as the <b>"state of being jealous; intolerant of rivalry or unfaithfulness; vigilant in maintaing or guarding something"</b>. </div>
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One morning as I was spending time with God (with dictionary close by of course), I started reading the 10 Commandments in Exodus 34. At the time, I was angry and probably bitter, because it seemed as though most things I loved or wanted were being removed one by one slowly and painfully. As I started reading, I noticed verse 14 which says "<i>you shall worship no other god, for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.</i>" He then proceeds with the first commandment, which says "<i>you shall have no other gods before me.</i>"</div>
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This God, His name is Jealous... what does that mean, I wondered? Then I started thinking about the meaning of jealousy. If God's name is Jealous, then He must be intolerant of any rivalry or unfaithfulness in me and He must be vigilant in maintaining or guarding relationship with me. I paused. And then something powerful rose up in me, as though someone flipped the breaker on in a dark, empty basement. </div>
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If God is Jealous, then He must be unrelenting in pursuing relationship with me, in gaining my affection, and making sure no one or thing can rival Him in my life. It grieves His heart when I start to pursue other things or other people in place of Him. Yet He's kind enough to re-direct me. </div>
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So, on this Easter eve, instead of choosing anger, bitterness or sadness when plans change, loss happens, or things just get taken away, I choose thankfulness. Thankfulness because there's a God who decided to step into my world. Not just once, but over and over and over again. </div>
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Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-84688113008276110462014-01-10T11:07:00.000-06:002014-03-15T13:34:02.300-05:00Celebrate: Lawrence<div>
Two years ago this last week I first moved to Lawrence. I remember pulling up to my new house for the first time. The moment felt pregnant - not knowing what was coming, but knowing whatever was coming was significant. As the months started turning, I realized that God was doing a deep work in me and in the people around me. He had wildly exciting, and at times painfully hard, dreams and purposes for me here. Dreams to experience intimacy with Him like I never had before. To depend on Him more than I ever thought I needed to. To fight to see God like my life depended on it. He knew the best place for me to know Him more. And it was here. </div>
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Over the past few weeks I've been overwhelmed with thankfulness for the time I've spent in Lawrence. I love this city! As I get ready to transition yet again, I wanted to post about my first sweet season in this cutie house. Some of my favorite and deepest encounters with God happened in this house. It truly was a rich season in which I learned how to press into God like I never had before, especially without the presence of community or a local church. I met with God in my cutie little bedroom upstairs as I experienced a little taste of Heaven coming to earth. And that was just the beginning.<br />
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<br />Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-2641068644673736682014-01-03T13:07:00.000-06:002014-01-04T11:07:22.182-06:00Come and Take Your PlaceI'm not one to make or really promote New Year's Resolutions, but alas, I find myself inspired. I actually find them ultra cheesy and rarely effective, but this year I feel prompted to make a resolve. To remind myself of why I'm doing what I'm doing, to re-center if you will.<br />
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Let me back up. The past few months, or year really, has been the hardest season I've ever had without a doubt. But now that I'm transitioning into a new season, I have been filled with fresh perspective and thankfulness. I'm reminded that because Jesus is so jealous for my heart, for all of me, He is unrelenting in pursuing me. And sometimes that means He's unrelenting in removing things in my life that could potentially take His place. I feel as though almost everything I could have turned to, filled myself with or found identity in has been stripped and removed and shaken. And I'm thankful. He's kindly redirected me to Himself and reminded me that He's all I need and all I want.<br />
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It hadn't occurred to me until a few months ago that the "stripping" season had a common theme, one in which I was at the center of my world, getting what I wanted and what I thought I needed. I was unconsciously believing that lie that life is about me. And that lie was costing me a lot more than I knew. Although it took me a while to embrace the "stripping", responding in repentance and brokenness has led me to the feet of Jesus and caused me to experience His mercy like I never have before. I'm learning to believe that true, deep fulfilling life happens when Jesus is at the center.<br />
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It seems fitting that this new revelation comes at the beginning of a new year, signifying the start of something new, something fresh, something good.<br />
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So this, then, is my New Year's Resolution: <b>To dethrone self, and daily return to and remain at The Center. </b><br />
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I'm believing that this year would be a year of returning to and remaining at the Center. Although that sounds simple, I believe it's vitally important. This has to be a conscious choice. It requires a willingness to let go of things and hold life with open hands. It requires boldness and deep trust in God. It requires a constant coming before God, asking questions, and letting God move and shape me and the things around me. And it requires believing the truth that Jesus is all I need and knows what is best for my life. It's a risk I believe is worth taking.Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-85336773875818784832013-09-15T13:51:00.001-05:002014-03-15T13:38:46.094-05:00So, What Are You Doing Now?Transition always breeds questions. People want to know where you are, what you're doing and why you're doing it. And internally we want to know the answers to those questions too. If left unchecked, it can be a really uneasy and even frustrating season of life. I've been asking myself some of those questions for the last few months and just recently feel as though I can answer some of them. In this post I hope to attempt to articulate some answers, or at least some tentative thoughts.<br />
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Prior to graduation, I couldn't wait to be done with school and move onto something different. Yet when I actually graduated, I felt the weight of transition and confusion as to what my next step would be. I spent the month of June applying for jobs like crazy. I didn't feel very envisioned or prepared. I actually felt pretty defeated and ill-equipped. After having dreams of going to the nations, planting churches and starting movements, the thought of having a full-time job wasn't appealing to me at all. It seemed so lesser than. But praise God He initiated a perspective shift for me. I started envisioning the kind of character God wanted to develop in me through working full-time. Although I never would have chosen what I'm doing now for myself, I sense so many deep things God is doing in me. The character development process isn't exactly exciting when you're in it, but it's powerful. And it's worth it. </div>
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So, the answer to the first question is that I'm staying in Lawrence. I'm working a full-time job as an event planner for a non-profit near Kansas City. I make reservations with rental companies, create graphics, respond to e-mails, visit embroidery shops and work with local landscapers. Some days I really enjoy it, and others aren't so exciting, but I know that it's good. And I am so sure God is doing things under the surface, or in the unseen if you will. </div>
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2 Corinthians 4:18 says "we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal." </div>
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I have to believe that there's a bigger picture, an eternal one, than just what I see what my natural eye. Although I can't fully answer the question why I'm staying, I've made a choice to stay. I didn't have a big vision or word from God, but I did have several doors open for me and I have encountered God in some of the deepest places in my heart. I'm stepping out of one of the hardest seasons I think I've ever had, but stepping into more favor with God than I've ever thought possible. And now that I've made the choice to stay, I'm starting to see some of the sweet gifts God has given me here. I've gone deeper than I ever have before in relationships with people, learned to work through conflict, been painfully vulnerable with others in order to walk in the freedom I've been given, and become more hungry and desperate for Jesus than I have in a long time. </div>
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Yes, there are still dreams in my heart to go new places and start new things, but I know I wouldn't be able to steward some of the things well without my character being developed first. And I'm starting to believe He's maximizing the impact my life could have by reminding me that I'm just one broken vessel, chosen by God to lay my life down for people and for the Kingdom of God. </div>
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Transitions do breed questions, but they also breed character development, character that's worth building something on. I want that kind of character. </div>
Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-90341994048896918432013-05-20T16:01:00.003-05:002013-09-15T07:34:00.169-05:00Celebrate: GraduationOne month ago I was sitting on my front porch overwhelmed by how much had to happen between then and now. Today I sit on my front porch thankful for the grace of God to finish well! This past weekend I graduated from the University of Kansas with a degree in Communication and a minor in Sociology. After transferring schools and changing majors, it really is a miracle that I was able to walk down the hill this weekend.<br />
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God has been so faithful to me over these past four years. He has made a way for me in both new and old places. I'm so honored to be a KU alum and excited for the next step of my life. Although I have no idea what's next, I do know that God "works for the good of those who live him" (Romans 8:28). Clinging to the truth that He is for me, loves me and only has my best in mind. I choose to be hopeful for whatever the future holds, even though I've been redirected so many times in the past few months. He's bigger than my current and future circumstances, faithful to my heart, and always good. </div>
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Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-9590549513289019332013-05-15T11:15:00.000-05:002013-09-15T07:35:02.857-05:00The Low RoadThe low road. In our human nature no one prefers to go this route, but this is often the path we're called to choose most. It is, after all the path Jesus modeled. I'm beginning to realize that I'm called to a lifetime of choosing the low road, rather than just a season. It's better to assume the last position and be invited forward, then to assume the first position and be rebuked and led to the back. As I begin to transition out of college and make decisions for the next year, I'm convicted, challenged and encouraged to respond well in the midst of so many unknowns.<br />
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A good friend of mine recently told me that each new step God has called her and her husband take has been lower, but sweeter. We live in a backwards Kingdom, so oftentimes the lower choices are the best choices. This may seem counter-intuitive and even unproductive. But Jesus came "not to be served, but to serve" (Mark 10:45). I'm so challenged by Jesus' choice to go low. Although He was God, "He did not think this equality with God was a thing to be eagerly grasped or retained, but stripped Himself [of all privileges and rightful dignity], so as to assume the guise of a servant (slave)... He abased and humbled Himself [still further] and carried his obedience to the extreme of death, even the death of the cross!" (Philippians 2: 6-9).<br />
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This is the epitome of backwards! The Son of God had the absolute right to lord his authority over others and assume the best position. But He didn't. Glory to glory doesn't equal lower to higher. But it does mean that we encounter Him in each new place, even if it's lower or less attractive. This revelation has convicted and rocked me these past few weeks. I'm so stirred to follow Jesus' example and choose to go lower, even when it's hard.<br />
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I'm reminded of a scene in the book <i>Hinds Feet on High Places </i>where Much Afraid gets to a dead end on her journey and is led away from the high places, where the Shepherd promised to take her. She cries and doesn't understand. But the Shepherd says "The high places are the starting places for the journey down to the lowest place." Much Afraid claims this contradicts his promise, to which he replies "It's not a contradiction, only postponement for the best to become possible."<br />
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The low road doesn't contradict the promises of God. I'm actually believing really big, incredible promises over my life. But I also really believe that Jesus takes me to low places to develop character in me. Without the character development, I'd never be able to sustain or effectively step into the promises of God or callings on my life. The promises are an invitation to trust God more, especially when they don't seem near or possible. As we choose the low road, He makes the best possible.<br />
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As I approach graduation in just a few days, I am standing firm on the promises of God, yet willing to take the low road, and even be redirected, for God to develop character in me and get the glory from my life! He's worthy of all of the glory and I'm so expectant to encounter His sweetness in this next season. The low road is a joy to take then, because it yields intimacy with Jesus! It makes a way for character to be developed in us and for Jesus to get all the glory and honor He deserves.Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-54542860345287312372013-04-25T15:11:00.003-05:002013-04-30T22:51:44.314-05:00Obedience is a WinAlthough the title of this post may sound simple or obvious, this statement has been a profound revelation to me over the past few months. I've found it's natural to adhere to our own definition of success. Even if we don't admit it, we each have a subconscious idea of what doing a good job looks like. It's hard not to. Oftentimes these definitions of success can surface in the form of expectations. Ahh the E word. How many times have we been advised to release or let go of our own expectations? Too often to count probably. Then how do we truly live without them?<br />
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I may not have a solution to this problem, but I did have a revelation that changed my perspective and definition of success. A few months ago I found myself frustrated after almost every conversation, discipleship meeting or lifegroup. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I knew things weren't going as I had originally planned. Red flag number one: frustration. I knew there was some expectation I had that wasn't being met, but I couldn't figure out how to get passed it. This went on for a few weeks and eventually the frustration turned to disappointment in my heart. Red flag number two: disappointment.<br />
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It wasn't until a powerful encounter with God over spring break that I realized my perspective was off. I started thinking about why I was so frustrated and disappointed and it donned on me that no one else around me was feeling the same. None of my co-leaders or friends were feeling this way. So I went before God and asked Him to search my heart. I found that I had expectations for how each conversation, discipleship meeting and lifegroup was supposed to go. And when it didn't go as planned, I felt it wasn't a win; or a failure. Welp, that's red flag number three: sense of failure. Sounds like some of my identity had been wrapped up in the 'success' of the things I was investing my life in. But one word from God dismissed all three red flags. I felt like He said "Tori, obedience itself is a win." This simple word broke me before Jesus as I repented for wrapping my identity into what I planned to be success. I began to unpack the disappointment, frustration and sense of failure and rest in the reality that every time I obey God, it's a win. That's a success! Obeying God is the end goal! Not a certain outcome.<br />
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Now when expectations surface, I can confidently go back to the truth that obeying God is a win. I can let go of each expectation that surfaces and choose to be secure in obedience and in the fact that I'm loved and accepted by God even when I don't obey. Rather than trying to simply release the expectation and move on, it's more productive to go to the root of where it actually came from.Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-5397584577736949492013-01-28T17:20:00.000-06:002013-01-28T17:27:35.733-06:00Celebrate: The GloryI've often been puzzled by the passage in the Old Testament in which Moses is forbidden to enter the Promised Land. It seemed surprising and even wrong to me that after all those years of leading the Israelites, Moses wouldn't be allowed to go inside. It was after listening to a sermon and then re-reading the passage the next morning, that I was brought to a convicting revelation. God is after ALL of His glory.<br />
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This may sound obvious, but let me explain. God is so jealous for His glory and the credit for the victory He has won, that He reminds His people because He deserves it! Sometimes the reminding means removing. <br />
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God speaks to Moses in Numbers chapter 20 and says <span class="text Num-20-8" id="en-NIV-4320">"speak to that rock before their eyes and it will pour out its water" (vs 8). Moses responds, grabs his staff and approaches the people once again. He calls them forward and says <span class="text Num-20-10" id="en-NIV-4322">"listen, you rebels, must we bring you water out of this rock?” (vs 10). Then Moses struck the rock and the water came. The next few verses reveal God's response to the event: "<span class="text Num-20-12" id="en-NIV-4324">Because you did not trust in me enough to honor me as holy in the sight of the Israelites, you will not bring this community into the land I give them" (vs 12). </span></span></span><br />
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There's nothing I could do on earth for the Kingdom of God to earn glory for myself. It has to point back to Jesus. He deserves ALL OF THE GLORY. He is so worthy of all my attention, praise and adoration. Jesus, alone, is worthy. <br />
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As I sat on my knees on a Wednesday afternoon over break, I prayed for God to put me in the place that would bring Him to most glory. I want to live in a way that people see Jesus, not me, my accomplishments or even the fruit of my life. And in order to do that, I must continually honor Him. Even if I don't feel it, I have to train myself to worship and honor God. I oftentimes practice physically what I want my heart to do spiritually. That means sometimes I jump up and down in my room or worship like crazy to get my heart to catch up and honor God. Although this may sound or look silly, I can't afford to let my eyes fall from His face. So I try to do whatever I can to stir my heart towards God. I hope to live a life that celebrates the Glory, the God of Israel who is jealous for His people and for me. Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-16677784139731440832013-01-25T12:35:00.000-06:002013-01-26T09:59:01.597-06:00Celebrate: The NavajomiesI'm taking the next few weeks to celebrate certain people, events and moments because I've been changed by the value of celebration. To celebrate means to mark ( a significant or happy day or event), to observe or commemorate, to make known publicly, or to praise widely. When I celebrate or rejoice, it takes my eyes off myself and onto Jesus and others. To celebrate is give my attention and focus. To celebrate is to choose a different perspective. And what I love about celebrating or rejoicing is that it's possible in any circumstance. Today I thought I'd celebrate some of my favorite people and sophomore roommates, the Navajomies.<br />
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The year was 2010 when we moved into a cozy apartment together down the street from campus. I had no idea I would soon begin one of the most fun years of my life. We called our home the Navajome and we became known as the Navajomies. There are few people I laugh with as much as these three.<br />
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Claire, Megan, Lauren and I decided to have a reunion during winter break because the last time the three of us had been together was spring of 2011. Claire, our brilliant, adventurous roomie, decided to study abroad in Scotland and eventually transferred. Although I'm sure Europe has been a dream, those of us in the states have missed her dearly. Lo-Bear, hands down the coolest person we know, started grad school in the fall, but found some time between clinicals and her sporty BF for this epic event. And Megs, the creative queen, just so happened upon the reunion location of our dreams: a tipi. Yes, a real life tipi.<br />
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If I were to pick the wildest thing I did over break, it would definitely be this. We called the reunion Navonimo (pronounced Nov-on-i-mo). It was the perfect trip to relax, get refreshed and laugh more than I have all year! Not to mention one of the best dance parties I've ever seen. WHAT. A. BLAST. There's such a freedom with these three to let my guard down and totally be myself.<br />
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My fav thing about Claire, besides the fact that she actually laughs at my jokes, is that she is so secure yet so honest. She's comfortable in weakness, which is so refreshing. Praise God for a woman who models security in Jesus, yet powerful, raw vulnerability. If I were to encourage Lauren, the first thing I would say is the way she presents herself and her ideas. She speaks gently with so much wisdom. Her words carry so much weight. Plus you're always guaranteed a good time with this one. And Megs. Ahhh what a gem. This woman knows how to be content in all circumstances. She is also one of the most creative people I know. These women are going to change the world, and I'm honored to share so many experiences with them! Below are some photos from our trip.<br />
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Also, check out this awesome <a href="http://vimeo.com/56956162">video</a> Megs made of the trip! </div>
Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0Seguin, TX, USA29.5688411 -97.96472690000001629.3479021 -98.287450400000012 29.7897801 -97.642003400000021tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-18009677562051892292013-01-22T21:55:00.002-06:002013-01-22T23:19:33.520-06:00Celebrate: The End of Winter BreakAlas, break has finally ended and I am back in my cozy little room in Lawrence, KS. Winter, however has not. I arrived back in Kansas yesterday morning to a beautiful 17 degrees. Needless to say, the fuzzy socks are on and the space heater is cranked full blast.<br />
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It seems so long ago that I finished finals, packed up my things and headed home for the last few weeks of 2012. Something has happened in my heart in the last month and a half that has changed me. Today marks the beginning of a new semester and I am excited, envisioned and expectant for what 2013 brings! Here's to a year of richness, exponential growth, open doors, new dreams and new colors.<br />
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After leaving Lawrence in December, I felt completely exhausted and worn out and was sure I could sleep for days. There were places of discouragement that crept into my heart and I felt as though I never wanted to pick up a pencil or plan another thing again. I knew I needed something fresh from God during the break and was desperate for something new. Once again brought to my knees by my own weakness, I started asking. I asked God for energy; to not feel tired anymore. For encouragement and even new shoes. I asked for a reminder of why I was doing what I was doing. I asked for fun. For expectations to fall off. For refreshment and new life. And most of all I asked for deep encounters with God that would leave me marked for the next year, and even for the rest of my life. Now, standing on the other side, I can confidently say every one of the things I asked, feeling so small and weak, were received. And then some. </div>
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For the next few weeks, I plan to celebrate some of my favorite moments from the past 2 months. I'm so convinced that celebrating in the middle of any circumstance is powerful. Regardless of whether you feel broken, deserted, happy, on fire or lonely, celebrating in the midst of it all is something we must learn. It just might bring a new perspective, breakthrough or increase of joy, like it has for me. Feel free to tune in and celebrate with me. :) </div>
Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-43318893586694038332012-10-21T12:43:00.001-05:002012-10-21T12:43:17.357-05:00Breakthrough in BostonLast weekend I got to travel to Boston. I stayed with two sweet friends, Bree & Kasidy. About a month ago I felt like Jesus was speaking for me to visit Boston. In a few weeks time He provided money for the trip and an incredible plane ticket price. I bought my ticket the day before the trip and boarded the plane. Although I didn't get to sleep the night before and got motion sickness on the plane, I finally made it to Boston. Praise God.<br />
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There was such a <b>breakthrough</b> this weekend! The webster dictionary defines <b>breakthrough</b> as:<br />
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Experienced the revelation that I can walk in obedience rather than expectation. The Kingdom of God doesn't consist of 'shoulds' and 'shouldn'ts' but in hearing God and obeying. There is such a sweet confidence in knowing following Jesus is so simple. Just listening to God and doing what He says. There's no expectations or comparison standard we have to measure up to, just His voice!<br />
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Another great thing about <b>breakthrough</b>, is that it's just for one, but many! <b>Breakthrough</b> inevitably spills out into other areas of our life and other people we come into contact with. This <b>breakthrough</b> got to become someone else's because Jesus is after families, cities & nations! Last night we had a worship night in Lawrence and <b>breakthrough</b> broke out over the whole room. Can't wait to share more. (I'll be sending an e-mail update out soon) Reminded that Jesus is after this whole city and uses what he starts in one to overflow into and encounter others. Thankful for Jesus moving in my family, city & nation. He is worthy of it all.<br />
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Here are some pictures from my trip to Boston.<br />
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<br />Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-88477917622428511982012-10-05T01:14:00.000-05:002012-10-05T01:14:34.691-05:00The Hero Revolution: Julie SteadmanLast semester I was privileged to spend time with Julie Steadman who has been a friend, teacher & spiritual mother to me. After moving to Kansas again, I was so thankful she reached out to me in the midst of a different & difficult season. I have felt so known, loved and supported by this woman. I've also learned volumes from her.<br />
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Julie displays the kindness of God and is so gentle. She comforts others quickly and tenderly yet speaks powerful wisdom and truth. I feel so at home when around her. Thankful for the mother's heart she carries and how she draws people into the heart of God. She is quick to adopt others into her life and family and has spoken sweet identity over me. God knows the deep ways her investment in my life has marked me!<br />
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Also, I'm honored to be a part of the legacy she's leaving. She has sought God's heart for this place and these people and has invested in many. Excited to come behind her and continue to press-in for what God has for Lawrence. I really feel the ground is so tender and ripe for harvest because of the many who have plowed before me, some for a long time. I am honored to step into what other's have sowed.<br />
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Here's to Julie and the powerful legacy and impact she is leaving on this city!<br />
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<span id="goog_1364826082"></span><span id="goog_1364826083"></span><br />Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-65499672347586206332012-09-19T13:48:00.001-05:002012-09-19T14:05:27.577-05:00Get Your Gatsby On (Roaring 20's Loveshack Style)I live in a house with 8 girls. That means that there is constantly people around, something to do and fun to be had. I absolutely love living here (at the Loveshack). Praise God I'm an extrovert - because if not our house may be a little overwhelming. :) Six of the girls lived in the house last year and I was privileged to step into the culture/atmosphere they have created. It is so refreshing to live with girls who are in the same season of life as me. Here's to an epic, fun and adventurous senior year!<br />
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One thing this house is really good at is throwing parties. A couple weekends ago we hosted a 1920's party. The front lawn was transformed into a Gatsby Garden scene with porch lights, mocktails, swing dancing, and even a live band. Most of our attendees dressed for the occasion, which made the party look like a scene straight from the book. Anyone that knows me knows that I love themes - especially when I can go all-out. This party was no exception.<br />
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Because the party was mostly set up outside people walking by our house saw and joined in. Our house is two blocks from campus, so we're used to a lot of traffic. Some were so intrigued that they came in and chatted for a while. We had several visitors that probably wouldn't of otherwise come to our house.<br />
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Below are some photos my roommate Kaley (who's an incredible photographer, by the way) took of the party. Hopefully this gives you a little taste of my life in Lawrence this semester.<br />
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Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-70468859044857419002012-09-08T14:20:00.001-05:002012-09-08T14:20:41.298-05:00To Obey is BetterRecently, I've been reminded of the value obedience. I was spending time with Jesus the other morning and felt the Lord tell me to turn to 1 Samuel chapter 15. I started reading and the chapter is about Saul being annointed as King. Samuel annoints him then gives him his first command from the Lord: to destroy Amalekites. He was told to not take anything for himself and to kill every person living among the Amalekites. Rather than obeying completely, Saul chose not to kill the king and take some of the animals for himself. Partial obedience isn't obedience. It's actually disobedience. <br />
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The Lord was not pleased. He sends Samuel to confront Saul and Saul tries to make exscuses. He claims that he took the animals so that he could sacrifice to the Lord. Samuel's reponse hit me: "Has the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the Lord? Behold, TO OBEY IS BETTER than sacrifice, and to listen than the fat of rams" (verse 22). Yes! Obedience is better because I know that Jesus is for me and has the best for my life. So can obey confidently knowing that He takes care of me and has His church and my interests at heart. <br />
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I started reading again to see where Saul went wrong. Samuel says to him in verse 17 "Though you are little in your own eyes, are you not the head of the tribes of Israel? The Lord annointed you king over Israel." Saul didn't know his true identity and didn't walk in the royality and authority God had given him. When we believe lies we shrink back from obedience. But when we walk in the authority of who God says we are, we obey easier. When we know Who's we are, we can obey without hesitance or fear. <br />
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I also noticed that in verse 24 Saul says "because I feared the people, I obeyed their voice." Saul gave into fear rather than walking in his authority. When fear invades our lives, it clouds our judgement causing us to disobey when boldness is required. 1 John 4:18 says "There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear." When we have an encounter with the love of God fear is removed. When our eyes are on Jesus who is all-loving, we are able to walk without fear. Stare at Jesus - it's really that simple!<br />
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I'm convinced that when we live in the reality of the love of God, we will obey more naturally. Because the more we know His character, the easier and more natural it is to obey. I'm also convinced that obedience is better - no matter the size of the task or step. When we disobey it ends in conviction and then repentance. But when we obey it ends in faithfulness, character development and more authority/responsibility. And when we obey in the small things, it's easier to obey in the big things. Stare at Jesus, receive the love of God and then obey even in the little things, ready to follow what He says when He says it. TO OBEY IS BETTER. Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-51350118876863872652012-09-02T20:55:00.000-05:002012-09-06T14:37:25.429-05:00The Hero Revolution: Lauren AllbrittonToday I want to honor and encourage another person in my life: Lauren Allbritton. When I first arrived at Baylor University as a freshman I was hungry for community and more of God. I went to a lifegroup my first week of school and was amazed by a community of people that loved Jesus passionately, had so much fun and were so open and vulnerable with each other. I kept going and eventually called the members of that group my best friends. About a month into the school year Lauren approached me and asked if I wanted to be discipled. I said yes immediately, honored that she would ask. Over the next two and a half years, Lauren faithfully invested in my life and is now one of my best friends.<br />
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Let me tell you a little more about Lauren. Lauren loves people so well. She pays attention to the details, asks good questions and remembers the answers! One time she had me write a list of all my favorite things, then over the next few months she surprised me with little gifts. I always feel so loved and valued by her. She taught me that loving people is more than spending time with them, it's putting others before yourself, meeting their needs and actively listening and responding. It's being willing to go to the hard places, work through conflict and then supporting and encouraging. It's having the attitude of how can I serve this person, rather than what can this person give me.<br />
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I don't think I've ever felt judged by Lauren, not once. She is so for those around her and nothing anyone says phases her. I remember several discipleship meetings where I had to confess pretty deep stuff, and she loved me through it without judging or condemning. She is able to love without condition, which makes her a safe, valuable friend. She has a way of communicating her own convictions and decisions without raising expectations. She supports rather than pressures. Because of that, my life has been radically changed because of her commitment to purity and holiness. People are attracted to the way she lives her life because she LOVES Jesus and believes that those who are pure in heart will see God (Matthew 5:8). This woman isn't afraid to let go of things in order to get more of God.<br />
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I'm forever thankful for you, Lauren! Your investment in my life changed me in so many ways. You are GOLD, my friend.<br />
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<br />Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-37474390692573835722012-08-24T12:52:00.005-05:002012-08-24T12:58:40.379-05:00Jumping on Board "The Hero Revolution"This morning I had to work the 3-7am shift. And after today I don't think I'll ever sign up for that shift again. BUT, I did get to catch up on some pod-casts I've been wanting to listen to. One of the pod-casts I listened to was Carl Gulley's message "Hero Revolution" recorded on May 13th of this year. You can find this sermon <a href="http://www.antiochcc.net/podcasts/podcast.xml">here.</a> I'm a little late jumping on the revolution train, but it was still powerful 3 months later! If you haven't listened to it yet, do it!<br />
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As I sat at the Corbin desk at 4am this morning I was so stirred by the spirit of God. I love that when we honor people it draws His presence. Through tears I listened to the end of that message and started thinking of people in my life that have inspired me. People who are every-day heroes, doing the small things consistently. People that have chosen to put others before themselves and change the world through love and obedience to Jesus.<br />
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The first several people that popped into my head were the women who have invested in my life. I felt prompted by the Holy Spirit to take the new few blog entries to honor those who have discipled, sharpened, challenged and changed my life. I am forever thankful for their influence in my life and each one has marked me in a different way. Today I want to start with Jennifer Shively, my mentor and leader in high school who to this day is one of my dearest friends.<br />
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Jen has modeled how to submit to her husband and honor him through every circumstance. Not only that, but I've also gotten to see her honor her parents, friends and co-leaders. Watching her honor rather than criticize has changed my life. What a privilege it has been to see the fruit of honoring others in her life! She chooses to go low in order to lift others up. She makes a way for others rather than trying to make a name for herself. By choosing to put others above herself she empowers and supports those around her. I want to be like that!<br />
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Additionally, the way Jen loves her kids and lays her life down for people astounds me. She contends for her children's destinies and callings daily through prayer and life-on-life investment. On a practical level, this means she stops taking phone calls at 3pm when her kids get home so she can be fully present and enjoy time with them. But she doesn't stop with her family. She truly loves the person in front of her like Jesus does! She gives generously and loves extravagantly. Rather than dismissing another person's need, she helps meet them, even when it means calling on the community to help. This woman knows how to love. And I am forever challenged by this!<br />
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Jen, you are my hero. I love you and value you and am so thankful for your investment in my life. You deserve to be honored.<br />
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<br />Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-60143406522131126652012-08-14T13:58:00.001-05:002012-08-24T13:04:46.905-05:00The Simple KingdomI believe that Jesus oftentimes calls us to spend time or be intentional with people that are different than us so that we can begin to see people as He sees them. Over the past 5 weeks I was privileged to work at Kids Across America, a Christian sports camp for urban kids. I am so thankful for such a hard but valuable experience. A theme in my life has been transferring to new places and finding contentment even out of my element. But praise God in every new place He's the same... and so are His people. We each have a natural inclination towards people that are like us. However, Jesus spent his time with people that were very different than Him most of the time. The Kingdom isn't about building a community of people just like us, but building a community of diverse people with diverse gifts so that others may be reached for the gospel! And one of my favorite things about the Kingdom of God is that it's reproducible! The same values can exist and flourish in different cultures and places.<br />
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Jesus boils down all the commandments to two in Mark 12:30-31. He says "And you shall love the Lord your God out of and with your whole heart and out of and with all your soul (your life) and out of and with all your mind (with your faculty of thought and your moral understanding) and out of and with all your strength. This is the first and principal commandment. The second is like it and is this, you shall love your neighbor as yourself. There is no other commandment greater than these" (amp). There is no condition to Jesus' command to love others. The Kingdom is simple: love Jesus and love the person in front of you.<br />
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And when our agenda is those two things, life is simple. When we love Jesus we do what He says. John 14:15 says "If you love me, you will keep my commands." And when we love people we lay our life down for them. In John 21:16 Jesus asks Peter if he loves Him. Peter responds yes and Jesus says "then tend my sheep". Thus my goal this year is to love Jesus and others well, believing that the city of Lawrence will be changed through the living out of the greatest two commandments. It really is a simple Kingdom.Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-24377323366750459602012-07-05T22:41:00.000-05:002014-05-12T20:44:51.100-05:00Fourth FTWAs many of you know, the 4th of July is my favorite holiday. My family goes to our lake house and it's always one of the highlights of my year. I love to celebrate. And I love tradition. Praise God my fam knows how to celebrate, especially the 4th of July. Each year several families come with us and we tube, ski, light hundreds of dollars of fireworks and eat the best food. It's also completely appropriate to wear red, white & blue with stars and stripes. Since the majority of my wardrobe consists of these things, I wasn't lacking in the least.<br />
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This year three of my friends got to come with me to celebrate! First, my friend Bethany came who is one of my sweetest friends. She encourages and challenges me so well. My friend Thomas came as well. We led lifegroup together for a year and he is one of the most refreshing people I know. Next my friend Jeff came. I have Jeff to thank for several things - including my introduction to Justin Bieber (you should really check out his new album by the way; it's gold). But really, Jeff is so fun, adventurous and sets the culture wherever he goes! I loved every moment with these friends! We laughed a ton. This week has been the highlight of my summer. Below are several pictures from the trip!<br />
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Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-37686641377645226712012-06-23T19:58:00.001-05:002012-07-05T23:41:55.576-05:00Happy Birthday Greg!Today my little bro turns 19! I'm so thankful for my brother, Greg! He is a man of God who is going to change the world! I thought I'd take some time to recall some of my fav memories with Greg and tell you a little about him.<br />
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Greg is an incredible leader. People follow him because He is a gatherer, influencer & great communicator. He has the mark of leadership on his life. I have loved getting to see him lead others, especially my sister and those at his school.<br />
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He also is a protector & watches out for others. Last year I got a phone call from Greg during my spring break mission trip. He called and was so worried about my sister. He calmly asked for advice in how to protect and honor her well. He asked me to pray for him and said he was committed to standing up for our little sister and handled the situation with such integrity and grace. I was so impressed by his mature heart. What's cool is that Greg's name means watchman. He is called to watch and protect others and lead them towards Jesus!<br />
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One of my favorite things about Greg is that he is super goofy & charasmatic. He consistently makes others laugh and is such the life of the party! He's the kind of guy everybody wants to be around. He is known by people and has the respect of many. I'm so honored to be his sister! Can't wait to see you next week, Greg!Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-92005880193451366872012-06-18T11:28:00.000-05:002012-06-18T11:31:00.788-05:00The Power of Words on Father's DayOver the past few days I've been reminded of the power of words. With my mouth I have the power to bless and curse others. We hold words of life and death in our tongue. In James 3, it says that our tongue directs our whole body, and that it has the power to destruct our whole body if we do not control it. Although this is a dangerous powerful tool, it can also be used to bless and encourage others. When we choose to speak negatively about another person we are actually speaking words of death over them. But if we choose to encourage and build up, then we are speaking life. Also, by encouraging others you are actually calling them up to their identity.<br />
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Ephesians 4:29 says "Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as it fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear." My mom made my siblings and I memorize this verse when we were younger to teach us the power of our words.<br />
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Since yesterday was Father's Day, I thought I'd take some time to tell you about my Dad and speak words of life over him. My Dad is one of the most selfless people I know. He consistently looks out for other's interests before his own. (see Philippians 2:2-4). He is always looking for ways to serve our family. And he does so without complaining or calling attention to himself. What a picture of the way Jesus serves! I am so challenged by this.<br />
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My Dad is quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry (see James 1:19). He weighs the value of his words before he speaks and is so patient with others. He is so consistent and steady. He is not swayed by his emotions or circumstances. Because of that, he is trustworthy and safe!<br />
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My Dad also takes care of our family so well. He is responsible and loyal. He pays attention to the details and doesn't overlook things. He is so faithful to the tasks God has given him. He is also so faithful to our family. Dad, I'm so thankful for you today! Thank you for serving and taking care of us well! You are purposeful, simple, and powerful. And you guard/protect others well because you know the value in them! I love you!Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3462958817038266196.post-24857909931410554142012-06-08T12:57:00.000-05:002012-06-08T12:57:33.025-05:00Foreign AmbassadorsOver the last two weeks I've been resonating with the idea of being a foreigner and ambassador. When most people think of basic Kingdom identity, the words alien and ambassador do not often come to mind. However both of these words are biblical truths we must learn to adopt as sons or daughters of God. <div>
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Last week I ended staff training at KAA. While I was there the Lord initiated a new process in my heart encompassing these truths. When I first arrived I was honestly a little anxious. There was part of me that felt so exhausted after being in a new place this semester (at KU) and having to build new friendships & relationships. I wasn't looking forward to having to build in a new place again. As I was spending time with God one morning I was reminded of different men & women in scripture who were called to 'foreign' places. For example, Abraham was called to leave his home and travel to a new land. Hebrews 11:8-9 says "by faith Abraham obeyed when he was called out to go to a place that he was to receive an inheritance. And <b>he went out, not knowing where he was going.</b> By faith, he went to live in the land of promise, as in a <b>foreign</b> land..." Abraham blindly followed the voice of God and became a foreigner in a new land. </div>
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Later in Hebrews 11 it says they (those who received the promise) "acknowledged that they were <b>strangers & exiles</b> on the earth" and knew they were "seeking a homeland" because they longed for "a better country, that is, a heavenly one". It struck me that the reason why they were called exiles or foreigners on earth was because they believed they were citizens of a different country: Heaven. And if I was made by God, then my home is with Him, not on earth. Philippians 3:20 says that we are citizens of Heaven. I'm not a citizen of Wichita, of Lawrence or of Waco, Texas. Those places are not my home. The people in those places are not my home. In the presence of God is my home. I have to detach my idea of home from a physical place or person, otherwise my safety, comfort and identity is found in places other than Jesus. </div>
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We are called to total immersion with distinction. I am a resident of the world, but not a native of it. I am a stranger or foreigner who belongs to something so much bigger than this earth. However, I am not a foreigner without a purpose. I'm also an ambassador. 2 Corinthians 5:20 says "we are <b>ambassadors for Christ</b>". An ambassador was never a native or member of the land in which he dwelt. He was a visitor who represented the King of leader of his native land. This means I have a unique purpose and assignment. I have the privilege of representing my King. So wherever He says to go, I will gladly go, knowing I get to help make my King's name known. Even if I'm called to new places all over again, it's worth it. Because this isn't my home; Heaven is. </div>Tori Schaulishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04372634190710937128noreply@blogger.com0