31 December 2009

Little Things

December 30, 2009 All glory goes to God alone, and here are the means He has used to shape me.
All the things that have made a difference in my life:

Parents who prayed for and with me~ When I was younger, I remember waking up and going to sleep to the sound of my parents praying together for all us kids. They took every opportunity to pray with us, whether we were going to church, the store, music lessons, or what have you, first we would always pray. Now they continue to pray for me even though I am out on my own, and whenever I call we always end our conversation in prayer. The little things do make a difference.

Parents who read God's Word to me~ All throughout my school years, my mom would always gather us kids together before a school day and read to us from the Bible. My dad would also take time after dinner to have us get our Bibles and sit and read them together as a family. At a very young age, I saw how important the Word of God was to my parents, and so it became important to me too.

Parents who demonstrated "Tough Love"~ My parents were faithful to discipline and correct me.

A Dad who made me dream~ My dad would always take time to talk to me about what I wanted to do with my life and how I wanted to serve the Lord when I got older. He encouraged me to go out of my comfort zone and reach for the stars. He was always there to give me advice---still is(-:---and help direct me.

A Mom who gave me "Back Scratches"~ I still look forward to “back scratches” from my mom when I go home on leave. She lovingly took care of all us kids and at the end of the day would give us back scratches. She showed us how to serve, to be kind to others, and to live selflessly.

There is so much more I could say, but I shall sum up my thoughts with this:
The little things we do today do make a difference in tomorrow, and little ones do see the little things done and it will impact their tomorrow.

30 December 2009

Pressing Forward

December 30, 2009

God knew I needed to hear my dad’s message on Sunday---when you put your hand to the plow do not look back. God sent His Son into the world to save sinners, and Jesus---the Savior of sinners---has sent us into the world to make Him know. We are His lights in a dark world; we are to be the ones who shine His glory to those who hate Him. We must not shrink back in fear, but go forth in faith. The way is not easy or comfortable but it is the way of Christ---He stands in the midst of the fire and we are called to follow Him.

I was challenged, encouraged, and certainly convicted by my dad’s message. Challenged not to turn back---God is the one who led me to join the Coast Guard and leave family and friends behind for the sake of His name. I am on the Midgett for a reason; He has placed me here to be His light; to point to Him, and make His glory known. I must not look back now that I have put my hand to the plow---I must press on and live by faith.

Encouraged that living for Christ is not easy---I hate being separated from my family, from those I love, but I am encouraged that the pain I feel now is a part of God’s plan to make me more like Christ. I cannot follow Christ just so long as it is easy and comfortable for me---no, I am His and I want to be broken and poured out for Him. It hurts and at times, I cannot take another step, but it is Christ who keeps me going and gives me the strength to take each new step.

Convicted that I should not just stop at “not turning back”, but I should ever be pressing forward---I am back in Seattle, but it would be very easy to live half heartily and shrink back from serving the Lord by living in the “what ifs” and “if onlys” of life. I must not just be here on the Midgett, but I must put all of my heart into the work of the Lord---shining His glory here on the Midgett. I must not live in the shadows of my fears and sorrows, but I must live in the shadow of the cross of Christ reflecting the glory of the Lord.

Jim Elliot put it well, “Wherever you are, be all there.” This is my aim and goal to be all here on the Midgett, shining Christ to the people around me. This is my mission---pray for me.

Back to Work

December 30, 2009

Well, I made it back to Seattle on the 28th. God certainly blessed me with a refreshing time home with my family. He is the One who worked everything out so I could be home for Christmas---I am so overwhelmed by His kindness in giving me such a wonderful surprise. Now I am back to work on my quals, and I am determined to finish getting all the sign offs I need the rest of this week and take my board next week. I become overwhelmed by it all so quickly, but I must remember to work hard and leave the results in Gods hands---Work Hard & Trust God. I’ll get qualified in His good time.

Yesterday I was on duty. We scrubbed one of the weather decks on the outside of the Midgett with “rust be gone”, sanded, and did some priming. I had a great time listening to some of my dad’s messages that I had downloaded. You can’t beat working out in the fresh air while listening to messages from God’s word! I am truly blessed.

28 December 2009

The Gift~By Bethany & Rachael Waite

(This is a story my two little sisters wrote and gave me for my birthday...it's amazing! So sit back, enjoy, and learn.)

There once was a noble ruler who lived very far away. Solomon, for that was his name, had planted a beautiful garden full of tiny flowers and magnificent trees. This ruler was preparing a place in his wonderful house for a little girl that he was adopting as his child. Her name was Johannahtu. Her golden hair that shone was pulled back into a small braid, freckles dotted her nose and her dark brown eyes sparkled. Solomon loved her and they spent many happy days playing in the garden together.

“Father?” Johannahtu asked one day. “why can’t we go into the forest?” (For a forest surrounded the garden) Solomon looked down at her and answered. “Because there are things in the forest that can hurt you. Promise me that you will never go there.”

One night an evil enemy came from the forest. The evil band of men planted poisonous seeds throughout the garden. “Hurry!” Shouted the leader of the men. “They can’t stop us now! We will win and all this land will be ours.” They did their work and ran off into the shadows of the woods. But, through a window in the house above the garden, was Solomon who had seen everything that had happened.

In the morning Johannahtu jumped out of bed and ran for the door. “Wait a minute young lady. Where are you going in such a rush?” Solomon said in a laugh as he caught her in mid-run. “To get some flowers from the garden, to put on the table for breakfast.” Johannahtu replied. Solomon looked out the window at the garden then back at Johannahtu. He smiled at her and picked her up and sat both of them down on a comfortable sofa. “There’s something I need to tell you first.” Johannahtu looked at him with her full attention, for she sensed concern in his voice. “Our garden is no longer safe. An enemy came and planted bad things in the garden to try to hurt you.” “Does that mean we can’t play in the garden any more?” Johannahtu asked sadly. Solomon smiled at his daughter who was almost in tears. “We will still go out to the garden; but, it will not be like before.”

Solomon looked straight into Johannahtu’s eyes. “You must always stay close to me… always. If you stay with me, these things will not hurt you. ”

Days went by and the garden slowly changed from it’s perfect beauty to a tainted beauty as a result of the ugly and dangerous plants that had started to grow.

One day Solomon and Johannahtu were taking a walk in the garden. “I miss the way the garden first was,” Johannahtu sighed. Solomon looked over the garden and breathed in the sweet air from the aroma that the garden still brought and then replied to his daughter. “One day I will fix our land. It’ll be good again, like it used to be, only more so.” Johannahtu looked up at her father and asked, “When father, when?” “Soon, Johannahtu.” Solomon said calmly. “But, when’s soon?” Johannahtu pleaded. “I call all time soon.” Solomon said looking back down at his daughter with a smile.

As more time went by the poisonous plants were taking over the garden. Johannahtu shuddered as she and her father passed the horrid things, but even in the midst of it all Solomon and Johannahtu still had fun. There was still beautiful flowers for Johannahtu to pick as well and that was the exact thing she was doing that afternoon. Her hand grasped around several tiny blossoms when something else caught her eye. It was a flower that she had never seen before. Johannahtu looked up at Solomon and he squeezed her hand, then she whispered. “I’ll be right back.” Then she slipped her hand out of her father’s grip and ran after the beautiful plant she saw. When she first saw the plant it seemed so close, but the farther she went the farther it seemed to go. Johannahtu looked back and saw Solomon in the distance beckoning to her. She said again under her breath. “I’ll be right back.- I’ll keep you in my sight,” Then she went on. When she finally got to what she wanted she stared at the delicate yellow petals that opened up like a golden trumpet which was attached to one of the enormous and dangerous plants she had seen many times before. (but her father had always been with her when they passed them.) She looked back again to see where her father was, but all she saw was garden and all that was in it. Johannahtu started to panic she couldn’t see her father, what would she do? What way would she go to get back home? But, like before she turned her attention back to the plant. She wanted the flower terribly, it was so tempting. She thought she could reach it without getting hurt by the ugly thorns that surrounded it. She reached her small arm up to the dazzling blossom, when her fingertips hardly touched one of the flower petals she gasped in pain and grabbed her hand and drew it back to herself. She looked down at her fingers, they were bleeding. What Johannahtu didn’t know was, that the small blossom was covered with poisonous stickers that couldn’t be seen. They were more deadly than the big ones that grew everywhere else. Johannahtu’s fingers throbbed in pain, faintness came, she fell to the ground from the aches that swept over her body. All at once she realized what she had done. “You must stay by my side” Solomon’s words echoed through her mind. She had left her father’s side and now how hopelessly lost she was without anyone to help her, or so she thought. As she lay there scared and alone everything started to fade then it all went blank. But someone was coming to rescue her, who knew all along what she had done and he was coming, even before she knew she needed help. Then a shadow was over her little body and there stood Solomon her father. He gently picked her up and carried her to the house and laid her on his bed. Her face was pale.

The poison from the plant was in her blood and it was quickly taking her life. The only way to save her was if someone pressed their own blood where she had been pierced, so that the good blood would cover the wound and heel it. That was the only way. It would get rid of the poison in her but it would enter the one who gave the blood.

Solomon reached and grabbed a knife and he quickly cut his hand. As the scarlet blood oozed out, he placed his hand on Johannahtu’s fingers. The poison quickly went into Solomon. Suddenly, Solomon became pale, his strength turned to weakness as he fell to the ground. Johannahtu’s eyes fluttered opened and she felt the pain leave her as quickly as it came. But pain struck her again as she looked over the bed and saw her father. The one who had loved her to the end, even when she had left him. She slipped off the bed and fell on Solomon’s chest and wept. Johannahtu grasped for father’s callused hand and then gazed at both of their hands. They were both stained with blood. She looked closely at the scar on her father’s hand and then at her own, the blood on it was not coming from her, she covered in her father’s blood. Once Solomon’s slow and heavy breaths stopped Johannatu cried out and wept all the more. All that night she cried and clung to father, but in the morning she woke up and was surprisingly shocked that he was not there. Johannahtu rubbed her puffy red eyes as more tears fell down her face as she remembered what had happened the day before. She heard someone’s foot steps coming which stopped at the door. Then she heard a voice, “Why are you crying Johannahtu?” Johannahtu turned her head toward the door and she saw through her tears a blurry image, which she thought was one of the house servants. “Why did you take him away?” Johannahtu asked in a whisper. Then the man in the doorway put on a huge smile and said, “Johannahtu, look Johannahtu.” Johannahtu sat up and wiped her eyes with her apron and then she saw what she had been longing for. It was Solomon!

“Father!” Johannahtu cried out as she ran into his open arms. “But how are you here? What happened, I thought you were dead?” Johannahtu questioned. Solomon looked into his daughter’s sparkling eyes and answered. “Death is not more powerful than me, Johannahtu.” Johannahtu laid her head down on Solomon’s firm shoulders and whispered in between her sniffles. “Do you still love me father?” Solomon smiled and said. “Nothing you do will make me stop loving you child.” “I’m sorry father, oh, please, please forgive me.” Johannahtu shut her eyes tight and waited for her father’s response.

Solomon put his scarred hand on Johannahtu and spoke gently.

“I already have.”

26 December 2009


December 25, 2009

I am completely overwhelmed by the blessings God has given me. He is so kind and worked it out for me to come home for Christmas to see my family. Not only that, but He also allowed me to get an earlier flight from Seattle so that I arrived in New Mexico ten hours earlier than I expected. Oh, how wonderful it has been to spend time with my family---to play with my little siblings, catch up with my two brothers in the Army, and be with my parents. I was not supposed to be home this Christmas, but God gave me a wonderful surprise!

I have had so much fun sledding with my siblings, playing the guitar, seeing my friends, playing hide and go seek with my little brother and sisters, baking cookies, relaxing, and just being HOME. God is very gracious and I praise Him for this blessing---I am completely overwhelmed!

But it only gets better…because no blessings I have already mentioned can compare to the greatest gift God gave that first Christmas day---His only Son, Jesus Christ. Jesus has saved me and now I am a child of God! I am hidden in Christ---He is always with me. This gift fills my heart with inexpressible joy day after day. God is with me! I am saved! I am a child of God! I do not deserve this great gift from God, but He has given it to me anyway---what a God I serve!

18 December 2009


December 17, 2009 Right now I am tucked away in my rack, enjoying my nice, warm sleeping bag. I thought I would take a few moments to write down my thoughts before turning in for the night. Oh, how I love these quiet moments of the day when I can look back and see what God is doing in my life and teaching me. Today I have been on duty. This morning I sanded and stood watch; later I helped tape off and paint the 01 Deck [second story, outside passageway of the Midgett]. What a beautiful view we had of the lights of downtown Seattle as we painted in the dark, finishing up our last tasks of the day. People pay money for such a view, and here we got to enjoy it while being paid! Life is all about our perspective, whether we look at it from God’s perspective or not makes all the difference in the world. I know God has placed me here in Seattle on the Midgett for such a time as this, yet at times I doubt whether He really has a purpose and plan for me. I struggle with my circumstances and instantly forget that His ways are not my ways and that the road heavenward is not an easy one. When I run into difficulties and challenges that overwhelm me I easily forget to keep my eyes fixed on Christ and instead gaze upon the surging waves. However when I look at my life from God’s eyes it looks much different. Yes I may be struggling and hurting, but it’s for a reason and my response should not be a critical complaining spirit but a joyful and submissive one. I should not follow Christ just so far as the road is smooth and painless; no I must follow on wherever He leads.

Another Day

December 15, 2009

Only six more days and I’ll be home, Lord willing! I am so excited that I get to be home with my loved ones to celebrate Christmas. I am looking forward to seeing my parents and my siblings---what a wonderful week it shall be! God is so kind in giving me this opportunity---I aim to make the most of every moment and cram in as much as I can.

Today I sanded the stanchions [guard rails] on the 01 deck and started priming them. We have pretty much completed all the big projects on the boat and are just working on little jobs here and there. I am so happy to be done with my fire main drawing---I still have to get it signed off, but that shouldn’t be too hard. It’s taken me lots of hours of work, but soon it will be behind me. God so graciously helps me daily with my qualifications. I start worrying and He gently reminds me to put my trust in Him and not rely upon my own wisdom and strength. He will help me accomplish the challenges I have ahead of me.

A Little Thought

December 15, 2009

God overwhelms my heart with His faithfulness each new day as He continues to work in my life, transforming me to be more like Christ. He is in control of every detail of my life---the big and little ones---and is bringing about His plans in His perfect time. I am comforted by the peace He bestows to me in turmoil, the joy He fills my heart with amidst sadness, the strength He supplies me in weakness, the courage He gives me when I am afraid, and the love He lavishes upon me because of Christ. I am anchored in the cross, hidden in Christ, held by God’s grace, and unwavering in my confidence that God is faithful and good---in Him I will glory all my days!

Faithful to Inflict

December 13, 2009

I wanted to share some verses I read this morning that stuck out to me. Psalm 119:75b-76: “In faithfulness You have afflicted me. May Your unfailing love be my comfort according to Your promise to Your servant.”
When I am going through tough times, hard challenges, and difficult situations I can be sure that God is faithfully afflicting me. He is holding me in the fire and refining me and making me more like Christ. God is not One who sees His children hurting and comes to comfort and help them through their pain---no, He inflicts His children with pain, suffering, hardship, etc. in His faithfulness. He uses these hard things as tools to shape and mold us into the likeness of His Son. It may be a painful process, but a beautiful product will be the end result. I am challenged and challenge all who read this that when you are facing difficult days and situations in which you wish God would ease the pain and make life easier, cease striving [be still] and know that God knows what He is doing. The hands that hold you in the flames---that inflict awful pain---are pierced. He knows depths of pain we will never come close to…He loves us and gives us only what is best. So rejoice! Rejoice in God…that He is faithful to inflict.

10 December 2009

Thoughts for Today

December 10, 2009

Today I did some more sewing. God continually fills my heart with joy in knowing Him---Praise His name! I had a fun night last night with some of my friends from church. We had a movie/game night---it was a blast! God has blessed me tremendously---He has made me His child and saved me. Knowing Christ and being hidden in Him is awesome…the greatest blessing and gift ever! He has blessed me with friends at church who encourage me in my faith, friends on the Midgett whom I can share my faith with, family and friends back home who support me in prayer, awesome care packages and letters, coffee at Seattle’s Best, sunny days and cloudy days, food, clothing, and the highlight of my month---going home for Christmas! I serve an awesome God who is great and greatly to be praised. Not just because He gives me such wonderful blessings, but because everything He sends into my life is a blessing---for His glory and my good…even when it hurts. I will count my blessings today and not leave any out---the good and the bad because in the Lord they are all good.

Praise the Lord!

December 9, 2009

Today the sun shone brightly and the sky was clear, but was it cold! The temperatures were too low to paint, so all us deckies kept busy doing other odd jobs here and there. I helped sew chaffing gear to our new lines [ropes that tie us to the pier]. The chaffing gear was old fire hoses that we replaced with new ones. I enjoyed a change from painting and sanding, but my hands got so cold and I could hardly feel my toes! God gave me a smile though and strengthened me through it…I even had fun as I sat sewing and freezing!

The highlight of my day was calling my family who just got back from a mission trip to Africa and catching up with them. Oh, it was so good to hear their voices and hear some of what God taught them and how He worked in and through them while they were on their trip.

God is so awesome and continually reminds me of how amazing it is to know Him. What a joy and pleasure it is to be His child! By grace I have been saved…it is all of Christ. He fills my heart with joy and gladness---He is my dearest friend. He has blessed me beyond my wildest imagination. Praise the Lord---O praise the Lord!

04 December 2009

Fun Times!

December 4, 2009

Another week has flown by. Work has been fun, challenging, and awesome this week. Yesterday I worked up on the stacks, wiping down and painting. I felt like I was getting ready to go rock climbing because I had to get in a harness and climb way up to the top of the Midgett. So here I was dangling over the side of the stack with my harness and a flimsy board to stand on. I am definitely making some head way in overcoming my fear of heights!

Then today I was up on top again just below the stacks, painting the top of the hanger---clipped in with my harness. Good thing too because at one point I slid down the side and was just chilling there for a while enjoying the view! I couldn’t really go anywhere until someone came to help me down with a ladder. Fun times!

God has sustained me this week with His grace and filled my heart to overflowing with His joy. I just can’t help but smile as I am painting and working because I am hidden in Christ and He loves me! He is holding me and giving me strength. He is awesome!

So as I close my blog post for this first week of December, I thought I’d end on a funny note. So most everyone who knows me knows how much I disdain animals especially dogs. Well, good news for all you animals lovers out there---the Coast Guard has changed my mind on this subject and I just can’t wait until I can get myself a dog of my own(-: It won’t be for a very long time, but someday…
Keep in mind though, I still do not consider myself to be an “animal lover” but I am looking forward to having a dog of my very own to take care of someday.

01 December 2009

Closing Thoughts for November 2009

November 30, 2009

The last day of November 2009 has finally come and is almost past. Time just speeds away, but there are moments when I feel like some weeks and days drag on forever. I suppose that is just the way life is. As a follower of Christ, I am here on the earth for His honor and glory, and I should be making the most of every opportunity.

My day was fun and filled with sanding and painting again. It is amazing how God sends beautiful sunshine into my soul on grey, cloudy days. He gives me a smile on my face and a song in my heart---He is awesome! After work I took off downtown for some exercise, coffee, and e-mail. Now I am back on the boat, waiting for dinner. Then it will be back to work, studying and going hard at my qualifications.

Today as I look back over my weekend and what God is doing in my life, I just stand in awe of His faithfulness and love. I am so weak and so faithless, but He holds me still---He is constantly at work in my life even when I don’t realize it. He is with me so I will not fear. I may live in a dark place and be surrounded by people whose lives reflect the darkness, but I know the Light of the World---I know Jesus and He is with me always. The very reason God has placed me here is because it’s a dark place and I am to shine the light of Christ here. May I live every moment in such a way that everyone who passes by me will stop and wonder why I can be joyful when I’m painting, happy when I am on watch, smiling when it’s 8pm and we’re still working out, and working hard when others are slacking off. I want to point to Christ here on the Midgett. I am not my own---I was bought with a price---I will glorify God.

Destroying Our Idols

God's Will or Your Own?



Written for my family as they move to Cameroon, Africa to share Jesus love with the people there.

Rejoicing in all God has done.
In your lives, I see Him displayed
As your greatest treasure of all;
Your mission: to proclaim His name.

Fix Your eyes on Christ…Run hard to the goal.
Consider the work He has done, He has saved your souls!

Press on, HOPE IN GOD…IN HIS HANDS you are safe. UNDER HIS WINGS…you are held---
you are HELD BY GRACE.
Take up your cross, follow Christ, let His praises resound.
as you journey HOMEWARD BOUND.

Cheering you on as you go
As you make much of Jesus today,
Considering all else as loss
Compared to the Savior’s name.

Fight the battle of faith…stand firm in Christ.
Trust Him with all of your heart, give Him your life.

Press on, HOPE IN GOD…IN HIS HANDS you are safe. UNDER HIS WINGS…you are held---
you are HELD BY GRACE.
Take up your cross, follow Christ, let His praises resound.
as you journey HOMEWARD BOUND.

Praying for you in my heart.
May God’s sustaining grace push you on
To follow Christ outside of the camp,
Calling the nations to join the song!

Jesus is mighty to save
For while yet sinners He died in our place.
Shout---shout His praise For He has given us grace!

Press on, HOPE IN GOD…IN HIS HANDS you are safe. UNDER HIS WINGS…you are held---
Take up your cross, follow Christ, let His praises resound.
as you journey HOMEWARD BOUND.

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