Miracles Are Afoot

There’s so much business about us. Some people are in the car business. I am in the teaching business. I know a guy in the singing business. My kids are in everyone’s business. We visit people in the doctor and dentist business. But none of that compares to God’s business. He dabbles in miracles. Well, more than dabbles. Frankly, it’s a miracle we get to wake up every morning, breathe deeply when we desire, and sit in the sunshine. That’s all because God deemed it a good day for miracles.

Corrie Ten Boom lived in a crazy and chaotic time. She believed God is who he says he is. And when she was sent to a Nazi concentration camp for harboring Jews behind her bookshelf in a make shift closet, she knew for sure she believed in miracles. After being traded into this new camp, Ravensbruck, she and her sister stood in line with countless others to be processed. The welcome wagon. This included being stripped of their blanket and pillow, forced to strip to nothing to be sure they weren’t smuggling anything in, and sent in to shower one group at a time.

Ten Boom knew she needed a miracle for she had a Bible tied in a pouch around her neck. It was miraculous that she managed to hang on to this precious book through her previous camp, and to lose it now would be devastating. As the guard approached, stopping at each woman to thoroughly search their bodies, Corrie prayed fervently. The guard halted- intrusive. Invading. The guard frisked the woman to her left and her sister to her right but simply walked right past Corrie Ten Boom. Right past her Bible. Right past evidence that would surely have cost her life.

Corrie Ten Boom wasn’t magical. She was audacious. She lived like she believed God is mighty. She hung a Bible around her neck and prayed that God would bring a miracle.

We are seeing that same audacity in everyday people volunteering with Awaken. Artists are stepping up and using their gift of creativity. College journalism majors are writing articles of awareness. Men are joining a movement that stands for women’s freedom rather than contributing to their captivity. Small church women’s groups are volunteering their hands to assemble gifts and flyers and help with not so menial tasks for upcoming events. Teenagers are standing up in their high schools and saying, “We aren’t going to take it.” Mothers are praying quietly in their bedrooms. Mothers are taking to the streets and praying boldly in the face of evil. One teenage boy spent a Tuesday night writing notes of encouragement to girls in the industry.

In a world so focus on the business about us, people across Reno and Sparks, Nevada, from every background, are awakening their hearts and opening their eyes to say, “We believe in miracles. Use me, Lord.” And while they may face hardships, they also face a fundamental truth. God is in the miracle business.

 

<3 Does this seem like an outreach you could be part of? Do you feel called to the front lines with our team of Corrie Ten Booms? Would it change your mind if I said there are so many seemingly small jobs that make our hands more successful? It’s OK to start small. Jesus suggested beginning with faith the size of a mustard seed. Contact us through our GET INVOLVED tab to find the perfect volunteer opportunity for you. Stand on your chair and give a little shout; you may be amazed who joins you.

-S.

What Would Ms. Manners Say?

I realized, today, that I posted an update on this here blog and forgot to properly introduce myself. Ms. Manners would probably call me rude. I’ll say I just felt like we were old friends, and I overlooked it. But, to keep up the ideal of manners, I will take a minute to do this all the right way.

Here is a quick insight into who I am:

My name is Shontell Brewer, and I live in the heart of the city of Reno, Nevada. There are seven of us holed up in a tiny little house: my husband and our five kiddos. By day, I teach elementary school. By night, I write here and here and wrangle my brood of very cool kids. I also am the children’s ministry leader at my church.

As a whole, we are a family about community. Weekends we can be found outside, dipping our toes in the Truckee River, or catching up on our favorite movies. And coffee? Forget about it. Coffee is my love language. After Jesus, it’s what gets me moving each day.

I was seven when God told me I was to be a teacher. I am so grateful for His direction! I am also grateful to partner with a group like Awaken and see the different faces my role as teacher can take! For now, it means spending time with you good people through blogging and hopefully bringing a little nonsense for you to mull over in your day.

Blessings,

-S.

We Are Redeemed: Yes, You.

If we were brave enough, we would all remain standing if someone called the sinners to the stage. Thank goodness it doesn’t work that way; it should never have to work that way. There’s no display for the ones who have sinned. Or maybe there is, only we call it every single person we look at, including the mirror.

But thank goodness it doesn’t work like that. Do you know why? It’s summed up in two simple words.

REDEEMING LOVE.

God is ready to cover you in His redeeming love; all you have to do is show up (and maybe bring a friend or two) and receive it. Awaken is hosting our first ever women’s conference, and you, yes you, are invited.

Here’s the skinny:

 

Redeeming Love: The Conference

May 1 & 2, 2015

Francine Rivers and other dynamic women in our community will come together for two days to empower women in leadership and women on mission! You are promised the sweetest redemption from a God who has plans to fill you up, so you can pour out to those you serve. Who doesn’t love that? But it’s hard to let in God’s true redeeming love,

It’s the only way. Because you can’t pour out what you have not received. So, decide to be filled, decide to receive, and decide to gather your community of leaders and world changers to attend Redeeming Love: The Conference.

More information coming soon. In the meantime, save the date.

“I lay down my shame
and look to your face

Pulling me close
and pouring out grace.

Lord, I receive,

my hands held high.

I welcome you here, My God, Adonai.”

-S.