Christ Is Enough: Rest (Or What To Do In Case Of A Manic Episode)

Okay, yall. So bear with me. I’m going to reference a lot of scripture, but I promise it’s all related to rest.

So, first. How does God define rest in the bible.

Definitions of Rest in the Bible

One of the passages I will be pulling in from the OT is Psalm 95. The way my concordances 

define the word rest in Psalm 95:11 is: H4496 m@nuwchah

repose or (adverbially) peacefully; figuratively consolation (specifically matrimony); hence (concretely) an abode. This is important. What the Hebrews of the day would have associated with the rest of God would be entering Canaan. Now, we know this side of the Old Covenant that there were still enemies and giants to face in the Promised Land, but the Hebrew idea of rest involved tabernacling in Canaan. Settling down and making their abode there.

The main NT passage I will be drawing from quotes from Psalm 95. Hebrews 4:3-11 discusses the believer entering into the final rest of God, thus the heavenly Canaan, eternity. Here, Jesus is the better Joshua who actually will succeed in providing true rest for his people. However, there are two words used for rest in this passage. In verse 8, rest is translated as G2664 katapauo meaning to make quiet, to cause to be at rest, to grant rest. To settle down, to colonize. Here again we see the idea of rest as making a permanent home. The next word in verse 9 that is written in the English translation as Sabbath rest is G4520 sabbatismos. This word is translated as a keeping Sabbath, the blessed rest from toils and troubles looked for in the end of the age to come by the true worshippers of God, the repose of Christianity. This type of rest is connected to heaven, our final resting place for eternity, at home in Christ’s heart.

Now, I am going to make an argument that, though the final rest is something we as believers will have to wait for until heaven, I believe that as heirs of the kingdom, we can appropriate this rest all the time in our hearts. Hear me out. God is returning to this earth to make it new. The New Jerusalem will come down to this earth. So, we can play a part in redeeming this earth now as living vessels of Sabbath rest. Listen, the rest is connected to the presence of God. In heaven, we will have this type of shalom-shalom true rest because we will finally be in the presence of God. But, if you’re a Christian, who do you have living inside of you right now? Holy Spirit! We ARE in the presence of God, all the time. So how do we appropriate this type of rest? I will discuss this later in the blog. First, I want to explain why I began studying rest in the first place.

“Christ is Enough”

I was recently sitting with a friend at dinner and talking to him about this intense loneliness I’d been feeling. I had no idea why because I have plenty of healthy, intimate friendships, a loving and engaged family, and of course, the indwelling, ever present Spirit of God. It didn’t make sense that I could feel alone and empty when I was doing everything “right.” “Christ is enough,” I asserted. “Christ is enough.” My friend looked at me and said, “Now you have to learn what that means.” I was pissed! I know what it means! I just said it, didn’t I?! I can declare fluffy Christian platitudes allllll day long. But I was finally challenged. What do those platitudes mean functionally in a life?

So a week or so later, when the feelings of loneliness hadn’t subsided, I said, “Okay, God. Teach me, show me, reveal to me, what it means that Christ is enough.” I wasn’t expecting an answer very quickly but immediately this thought popped into my head, “Christ is enough so that I can rest.” Nice! Cool. That sounds great. But still, what does it mean…

That night and following morning, I would find out. Hours crept by and I just wasn’t getting tired. I took quadruple the amount of recommended melatonin, and at 5am I even drank a beer to try to knock myself out. Nothing worked and it seemed like I was only gaining MORE energy. Then I realized, shit. Manic episode. Ughhhh. I haven’t had one since my cousin passed away and I bought a ticket to an opera in St. Petersburg, Russia (don’t worry, my dad didn’t let me go). They SUCK. For real. Especially if you know it’s just a deception that the chemicals in your brain are trying to trick you with. I felt like I could run a marathon but my body was raging against all the expense of energy. So I turned on the worship music and remembered what my campus pastor at VT, Michelle Saladino once told me. “Anna, when you’re manic, you need to rest.” That’s exactly the opposite of what your mind makes you think you need. But I realized, I may not be able to sleep, but I can still rest in Christ. I played some spontaneous worship music (shout out Bethel, love ya). And I did rest. The cool presence of the Lord invaded my soul. At that moment, I remembered what the Lord told me about Christ being enough earlier that day/night. “Christ is enough so that I can rest.” God gave me the revelation before I would need it.

How do we appropriate the rest of God?

1)   Faith I was looking into the verses in Heb. 4 that talk about people not entering in rest and hardening their hearts. Well, those verses are directly quoted from Psalm 95 which is a Psalm about the Israelites’ experience at Massah and Meribah. In Exodus 17, this Israelites start grumbling against Moses and God because they were thirsty in the wilderness. Now, their thirst was a real need that needed to be filled or they would die, but the Israelites responded to their need in the wrong way. They doubted a God who had, in multiple chapters of their story, proven he could and wanted to provide for them (don’t get me wrong, I do the same thing, but this is for teaching purposes). So Moses strikes the rock with his staff and water issues forth. (perhaps a picture of one day the streams of living water issuing forth from NT believer’s previously stony hearts? John 7:38). Verse 7 writes, “He [Moses] named the place Massah and Meribah because of the quarrel of the sons of Israel, and because they tested the Lord, saying, ‘Is the LORD among us?’” Massah means test and Meribah means quarrel. They didn’t believe that God was who he says his is. So, according to Psalm 95, God says, “Therefore I swore in my anger, truly they shall not enter into my rest.” Because of unbelief, a whole generation didn’t get to see the Promised Land. So, ask God for faith. To believe he is who he says he is. Ask who he is in your circumstance, your dire need. And believe him.

2)   Worship When any of my girls (who already know the Lord) comes ot me with any spiritual warfare or issues of dire need, I tell them to open their mouths and worship the Lord. It’s not about whether they can sing well or not, it’s about tearing down strong holds with the declared word of God. It’s about pushing back principalities of darkness that are trying to threaten them. Like Paul and Silas learned in their midnight prison cell, worship changes circumstances (whether physical chains break or not).

3)   Settle Down One of the definitions for our Hebrew word for rest is abode and one of the Greek words is defined by colonization and “settiling down”. A cool word picture of this occurs in Jeremiah 29. Jeremiah 29:4-11, “Thus says the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel, to all the exiles whom I have sent into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon, ‘Build houses and live in them; and plant gardens and eat their produce. Take wives and become the fathers of sons and daughters, and take wives for your sons and give your daughters to husbands, that they may bear sons and daughters, and multiply there and do not decrease. Seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the LORD on its behalf; for in its welfare you will have welfare… For thus says the LORD, ‘When seventy years have been completed for Babylon, I will visit you and fulfill my good word to you, to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.’” Often my bipolar disorder can make me feel imprisoned and exiled, but God has a will that I would settle down and flourish still. Wherever you are may feel like a place of exile, but settle down and be fruitful and see what occurs. When we walk out the Great Commision (whether from Gen. 1:28 “Be fruitful and multiply” or Matthew 28 “Make disciples of all nations”) we will find purpose and internal rest in our “exiles”. When we choose to settle down and obey God in the midst of our heart ache, I have experienced that the Lord honors that with true, heavenly rest. Rest that cannot be stolen by times that feel like exile.

Thanks for reading, if you made it this far. I pray that you experience all the rest the Lord has for you in this season and for the rest of your life!

Wyldlife Winter Weekend 2017 and Farther Along

“So much more to life than we’ve been told
It’s full of beauty that will unfold
And shine like you struck gold my wayward son
That deadweight burden weighs a ton
Go down into the river and let it run
And wash away all the things you’ve done
Forgiveness alright”

“Farther Along” by Josh Garrels

This weekend I had the incredible privilege of leading a cabin of girls at Chesapeake, Norfolk, and Hatteras’ Wyldlife Winter Weekend. Words will never be enough to thank the Lord for allowing me to love his dear ones. I do not take the honor lightly.

Coming from leading high school and college students, middle schoolers rocked my world. They are so funny and CUTE. And it was weird to be some much older than the students I was ministering to (ten years older, to be exact). These dear girls and boys are just forming and becoming who they will be forever. As I looked around, I could see their futures stretching forth like tape. And I had the sweet gift of getting to influence where that tape would lead them. Into the Lord’s lovingkindness or not. Ultimately the choice is theirs. It’s wonderous mystery, what takes place between a soul and its Maker.

As soon as we arrived at Triple R, I was flooded with memories of my walk with the Lord and how Young Life has played such a huge role in shaping my story.

I remembered being a brooding 16 year old who just wanted a friend.

I remembered the most popular girl in school asking me to hang out.

I remembered only going to camp because I wanted more tagged pictures on Facebook (yeah… hahaha whatever it takes!)

I remembered having THE BEST week of my life at Rockbridge in July 2011.

I remembered a full-grown man dressing in a diaper as a big baby so I could laugh until it hurt.

I remembered those sweet tears I cried after hearing the cross talk and seeing scenes from The Passion.

I remembered my first twenty minutes-exactly where I sat and what I prayed about-hearing the voice of the Lord for the first time in my life, beckoning me to come home.

I remembered getting what the big picture was all about and understanding that I was now called to love my friends.

I remembered having my first kiss on a bus home from YL camp (with Will Cox standing 2 feet away… no idea what we were thinking lol).

I remembered meeting my best friends at Young Life camp. And they are still my best friends to this day, having stood by me through the hardest moments of my short life.

I remembered all of Grassfield campaigners coming to visit me in the hospital after I had a softball sized tumor removed from my pancreas.

I remembered leading at Oscar Smith high school and giving my first club talk (I cried in the bathroom beforehand because I hated public speaking).

I remember leading my first cabin of precious Great Bridge and Smith girls.

I remember praying with girls to commit their lives to Christ and invite Holy Spirit into their hearts.

I remembered that it was my old young life leader who I called when I had to go to the psych ward after a mental breakdown.

I remembered all of it, the big stuff and the little stuff.

And I got to watch a God wrote each of those kids’ stories this weekend. Some of them making a decision that would change the course of their whole life.

I got to pray with girls to accept Christ. (side note: one sweet girl I prayed with had one request upon entering new life: she wanted to dance to a nickelback song…. I know, it’s hilarious).

I got to watch friendships form that may last those girls and boys their entire lives.

And it was all a gift.

I will never be worthy to experience the fullness of life that comes with ministering the gospel of Christ. But boy am I thankful for grace.

All a gift.

The Presence of God

In 2015, I was a fiery little evangelist. I talked to anyone and everyone about Jesus. I would see a picture of someone that id never met, feel lead to go to old navy and find that very person to talk to. I would prophesy over anyone who would let me. I saw miracles and breakthrough. I felt God speaking to me to dwell in the realm of the impossible. It was a great season of harvest. But then, it wasn’t.

I was hit with the most severe depression and psychosis I’d ever faced. There was a horrible voice in my head telling me to kill myself. It screamed at me. As I sat on my floor, I felt the tender yet strong voice of God tell me to get up. Every day was a fight just to go to class or events for ministry, just to get out of bed. And there was one song that I played over and over in that season. It’s a version of “King of My Heart” sung live by Steffany Gretzinger. (Boy, is that song anointed.) I remember stomping around my apartment all by myself declaring the goodness of God. I would cry and yell and do whatever I had to proclaim what I knew to be true to an atmosphere that was threatening to take my life.

Things didn’t get better immediately. There would be months of therapy, pills, a short stay at a psych ward. I had a lymphoma scare and thought I would lose my life to metastasized cancer. No matter how I reacted to my circumstances, he didn’t change. He always had a hand on me.

It’s been a year since that trying season. Things haven’t been perfect, but I’m the healthiest I’ve been in years. I’ve been telling my friends in awe, “I feel the presence of God again. He’s speaking to me.” I have experienced personal revival especially in the past two weeks.

I think as a charismatic/Pentecostal Christian, I have overcompensated for the fear of relying too much on “feelings” in my faith by staying away from fanaticism, but can I tell you, feeling the presence of God is unlike anything you will ever experience. I feel so thankful that I have been reawakened to his presence. My lover.

A prayer I have been praying is for the Lord to take me deeper than he did in 2015. I don’t want the same; I want more! More revival! More of his presence, plain and simple.

Tonight, I went to Big House (shout out to an incredible church!). In the beautiful chapel, with light streaming through the stained-glass windows, we sang “King of My Heart”. My heart came alight as I sang the line “you are good” to a good God. I realized that I am no longer in a season of death and despair. What Satan tried to take from me, namely, my life, he could not. God wouldn’t let him. God taught me how to fight and the greatest strategy, the one that got me through, was to declare his goodness. Gritty worship to a God that sticks with us through the junkyards of life.

One of my other favorite worship songs is “Lily’s Song(Praise the Lord)” by Kristene Dimarco (really the entire Mighty album). A line (taken from Psalm 118:17) she sings declares, “I will not die; I will live, and tell of the works of the Lord.” I scream that line every time. Because no matter how many times Satan has tried to take my life, I have lived by the grace of God. I will tell of his works all the days of my life.

I sang tonight, full of a joy that for once I actually fought for. Normally, God just graces me with joy in the midst of sorrow. But this time he taught me how to fight and the result is so much sweeter. I can look back, now above the tree-line, and see how far I’ve come up the mountain. I have a history with God and a story to tell. I'm not stopping now.

Find the Steffany Gretzinger version of "King of My Heart" here

Find Kristene Dimarco's "Lily's Song(Praise the Lord)" here

Psalm 118:17 (NASB) "I will not die, but live, and tell of the works of the LORD."

To Grandpa with love

We’d been out on the water since 6 am without any luck. I think the fish knew it was too hot and rightly stuck to the bottom of the lake where our bait didn’t reach. It was nearing noon, and I was ready to call it quits, and relax in the cool basement with some biscotti and a diet caffeine-free coke (the kind in the gold cans that I only like in Georgia). I was rounding up the gear and started up the rocky path to the house when my grandpa gets a sly look on his face and says, “Hold on, you’ve never used a fly rod before, have you?” I replied, “No.” “Run up there and grab one, we’re gonna try for just a bit longer.” My countenance (probably very noticeably) fell as I pictured more hours in the sun with no reward for my efforts. But, I obeyed and got the rod.

Grandpa took me straight across the lake to the other side. One of his many “spots.” If you could have anti-hope, that’s what I had for this little lesson. Grandpa was smoking a big cigar and asked me if I wanted a puff before we started. He handed it over to me with one end completely covered with saliva (ew!), but I still tried it. I don’t think I did it right. Anyways, he taught me the basics: flick of the wrist, a few moments pause, then out of the water again. Handing the rod over to me, Grandpa had a solemn look, as if he was passing down a sacred rite that oughtn’t be derided. I cast my first few poppers a bit awkwardly but soon caught the rhythm of it. It is fun, learning something new. It has a way of reminding you that there will always be some part of you that is a child who needs to learn.

As the sun settled at its peak, I was busy casting and recasting. ‘This was fun,’ I thought, ‘not too bad.’ Little did I expect that within seconds I would see the lure submerge in a wink to my grandfather’s elation. I remembered his admonition, “Wait a second, then strike.” And soon was reeling in my surprise, sunny day fish. And what do you know, it was a Sunny! I will absolutely never, and I mean never forget the shine of blue and silver as the little fish wriggled in my hand. (That’s right, it was an average size Sunny, but don’t you forget that I hold the Sullivan Lake record with a 23lb bass!) We didn’t have a camera to take a picture, but we didn’t need one. During the burst of adrenaline, I managed to paint mental portraits of this precious moment. And now I deposit them here, for my family, for my Grandpa.

Here’s to you, Grandpa.

Love,

Anna Jo

Four Things Cancer Taught Me

Hey, yall. Today officially marks four years since surgery, so im reflecting a big on what I have learned because of cancer.

a)    I learned to be less afraid of pain. Physical and emotional. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a masochist, but I think the ways that I was so very timid were shattered during that experience. Pain is a part of life, but just like this life, we must remember that it is very fleeting.

b)   I learned to laugh. I don’t know what it was about that experience, but I notice that for the first time in my life, I have really belly-laughed. It reminds me of proverbs 31 when it says the woman laughs in the face of the future. That’s real. With God I totally get that.

c)    I learned to cry. I cry like A LOT now. I find myself seeking to identify with people’s sufferings in a deeper way. I find myself crying at fireflies, movie trailers, little kids on bike. If you’ve seen the movie Collateral Beauty… collateral beauty.  Its profound and it’s like I’ve been given goggles as if to see for the very first time.

d)   I learned what joy really is. At a worship service a few years ago, I asked God what joy is. And the image that popped into my mind was of a moment in the hospital. It was early in the morning, somewhere between the midnight and six am vitals checks. I was in sooo much pain and my nurse walks in. I ask him if I can have more pain meds and he said no but smiled and left the room. A few minutes later he came back with a warm blanket to lay across my stomach. It was perfect and I smiled. God told me that joy is the smile on a hospital bed. All was not well with my circumstances, but all was well with me. Joy isn’t an emotion, it’s a state of being. Because of Jesus, eternity and what is true, I have joy.

      

This blog started because of that tumor and I wanted to thank you all for coming on this journey with me. You’ve seen the ups and the downs and I pray you’ve been blessed. Let me know what you’ve learned because of trying times. Much love, Anna

Spin, or a Poem about Mania

Spin, or a Poem about Mania

Spin, Spin, Spin--

They picked me up and set me spinning;
now I cannot stop.

"Look at you go! Look at you go!"

Can they see me coming apart at the seams?

This euphoria is a prison of falsehood.

Oh, someone save me! Who will deliver me from this body of death?¹

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Spin... Spin...... Spin--Crash!

I've hit the wall.

Now I lay here on my side.

The mesmerized crowd disappears.

I am alone.

Who will deliver me from this body of death?

 2am, 3am, 4am, 5am... all come and go as sleep evades me.

My body starts to fail under the overexertion. I need help; can anyone help me?

I feel barren. My mind feels like a dust bowl. Hot tears roll down my face. 

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I play some spontaneous worship music, and I feel

the cool water of his presence wash through my brain.

"Send out your light and your truth; let them lead me;

let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling!

Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my

exceeding joy, and I will praise you with the lyre, 

O God, my God.

Why are you downcast, O my soul,

and why are you in turmoil within me?

Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,

my salvation and my God." 

¹Romans 7:24-25-"Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from

this body of death? Thanks be to God through Christ Jesus our Lord!..."

 ²Psalm 43:3-5

If you or a loved one suffers with a mental illness, I am so sorry. I wish I could take everyone of you by the hands, look you in the eyes, and tell you how loved and not alone you are. For more information and resources on this pervasive issue, please visit the sight of or contact the National Alliance on Mental Illness.

Much love,

Anna Jo

everlasting arms

***This post was NOT edited for grammatical correctness. Or even to sound good. Sorry. This is my brain plopped on paper.

This summer I started having night sweats, sporadically. Somethimes worse than others. Which NEVER happens to me. I just tucked it away in my little notes folder on my iphone. Don’t worry, im not a hypochondriac. I just always go blank when my doctors ask me my symptoms. I tuck them away and then tell them to my oncologist every six months. No biggie. So anyways when I came home from Portland, I had a bad sinus and ear infection. I also felt horrible. Like barely get out of bed for a week bad. So I went to my primary care (shout out patient first) and the lady said all my lymph nodes were swollen. She told me I needed to see my oncologist, like,now. I said I had an appt on the 14^th of December (it was now end of nov.) she said I needed to get in sooner. A little panic. Then she said to go thru the er if I had to. I asked if i was being dramatic for coming in and she said no. she said, after all the things she’d checked and knowing my history, malignance could be the cause. Just fyi, doctors don’t say that all willy nilly. They only do if they really have to. So, a bit of panic. But this will all just be a big misunderstanding and ill soar thru it with flying faith colors like all the other times.

So get appt for that Monday. My original onc is back from asia (military hospital, you know). She feels them all says they’re swollen but also that im super skinny. She gets some blood work done and gets a chest xray. “it could be lymphoma” she says. Not dramatically. Just there. And she keeps my regular 6 mos appt to get abdominal mri that happened to fall on the 6^th of December. So we get all the things done. Talk to insurance people. Long day at the hospital. I’m waiting by a young wife whose husband is getting xrayed and biopsied for cancer. She’s all teary, her world seems to be coming apart before her eyes (literally. They were wheeling him back and forth in front of us. To xray, to biopsy. Etc.) I catch eyes with him. He had this beautiful radiant confidence. I used to have that with all this. But now im just tired. Go home. Put on my parka and uggs and big winter scarf and curl up in bed. (all that bc im really cold). Wait on call wait on call wait on call. Still feel horrible physically, but less so. And I was taking heart because no news is good news in the medical world. If there was something seriously wrong I would have been back in that hospital by that night. But still, wanted to get the all clear.

Doc finally calls. She doesn’t want to move forward with biopsy. She says scans clear. 

But that I do have mono. (I already had it, but yeah, cause it’s a virus you can get it again). 

So im here. Im still in pain (less). And I try to be strong, but can I tell you something?

 Im not. Im not strong or brave. God is. Im not. And this whole ordeal showed me that I really

 am scared that the cancer will come back. And ive read case studies on this type of carcinoma. 

(again, not a hypochondriac, just curious about what grew inside of me for months and months)

 its not good when it comes back. Anyways, I am scared. I cant be whipped back and forth like 

this. I feel like my life gets torn at the seams from all the spinning. But I read an interesting take 

on the word “compels/controls/constraineth” in 2 cor. 5:14… “For the love of Christ controls us,

 because we have concluded this: that one died for all, therefore all have died…” I have always read this and studied this
in terms of being moved and compelled by the love of God to serve and live out
a godly life. But Kelly Minter wrote this phrase about it… “sense the love of
jesus constraining you, actually holding you together” and then the Deuteronomy
33:27 everlasting arms have kept coming up… “The eternal God is your dwelling
place, and underneath are the everlasting arms. And he thrust out the enemy
before you and said, ‘Destroy.’” I went to chatbible to study the word
translated at control (ESV) in 2 cor. 5:14. One of the translations for the
greek word sunecho is this: “1) to
hold together 1a) any whole, lest it fall to pieces or something fall away from
it.” I don’t want to take this scripture out of context. Im no theologian nor
am I an expert on biblical greek. But for a moment, I needed to see this picture.
My life seemingly spinning out of control but God not letting one piece of me
fall away. I don’t know. Cool water flowed over me. Through me. It will be
okay. Im still in pain, and perhaps this fear will loom over me the rest of my
life. And I wont ignore it, and I wont deny that it scares me. But I will rest.
The everlasting arms aren’t going anywhere.