Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 7/14/2011
BIG NEWS!!!!
Are you ready?
My blog has moved to a NEW LOCATION.
Okay, so maybe that wasn't such big news. But, it's big enough that you should check it out. Here's whatcha gots to do...
go to
http://faithexpressinglove.blogspot.com
read my new blog, leave a sweet comment about how much you love me (but seriously, your comments do make my day), and put your cute little email address in the SUBSCRIBE area.
Easy as that. :)
You won't regret it. Okay, so maybe that's a lofty promise. But, I can assure you that there are many more adventure to come, and I would LOVE for you to continue to be a part of my journey!
LOVE LOVE
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 6/3/2011
as i sit here typing on my big comfy couch, wrapped up in a blanket, sitting in front of a television too big for my own good, with the smell of home cooked food in the air, i can't help but feel on edge. so little has changed. and yet this time around i feel so out of place.
as i looked into my closet yesterday, the abundance made me utterly nauseous. the fact that i happened to have 7 different bottles of shampoo in my shower didn't help. in just a few hours after getting home, i quickly found my big, red, beaten up backpack looking luxurious again. part of me desperately wanted to just throw my three outfits and two pairs of shoes in the bag and call it a day.
but, this is reality. this is my home. these are my people.
and while i find it overwhelming to try to figure out how the person i now am fits into the world of who i once was, i know that i'm here right now for a reason. i now have a story to tell. i now have words that can't go unspoken. and there are so many people that deserve to hear it. more, even so, that need to hear it.
so, after spending the whole day sorting through and downsizing my entire wardrobe, i think i have regained a small bit of my sanity... for the time being anyway. i'm not quite ready to face the world (or go shopping in walmart), but hopefully i'll get there eventually.
because this story is BIG, and my world needs to hear it.
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 5/12/2011
Sometimes I wish you all could meet the interesting characters we run into on this adventure around the world. I can confidently say that in this year alone I have seen, done and experienced some of the most random things ever possible. One thing is for sure, every day has the possibility of being highly entertaining.
For instance, let me introduce you to one of my newest friends, Iing. I like to refer to her simply as the cat lady of Penang. Please, note that this is not just a cat lady... this is THE cat lady. You see, Iing loves the cats. All the cats. But, especially stray, street cats. Actually to say that she loves them might even be an understatement. Iing spends her days browsing the streets for cans and other recyclable items in which she can cash in to buy cat food. Then in the evening, she sets up camp on a local sidewalk, lays out food... and voile, instant cat lady.
Last night, myself, my friend Jon Bunford, and a couple other volunteers made a visit to Iing's part of the neighborhood. As we approached her street, Iing was pacing up and down the sidewalk, bantering under her breath in rapid Mandarin. She was clearly worried about something. After some interpretation, we found out that the nervous pacing was due to the cats. This night in particular, there were about 5 or 6 cats in the area. Iing begins pointing at the cats one by one, still speaking rapidly in her local tongue. Worried about Iing, we inquire as to what we can do for her. After a couple of seconds, with a small grin on her face, our translator looks up at us shyly and says "she says she wants you to pray for the cats. All the cats need prayer, but especially the small black one over there. That one needs prayer the most."
Pray for the cats, huh? That's definitely a new one.
I quickly look over at my friend Jon trying desperately to figure out how we are going to go about doing this all while keeping a straight face. In being culturally appropriate to the gender rules in Malaysia, he simply smiles and says "so, should we check underneath and see which one of us has to do this?"
Just about this time, one of the cats lets out a deep hiss. "More importantly," he adds "have you had your rabies shot?"
Trying to hold it together, I take one glance back at my friend Iing, give her a slight head nod and walk towards the cats. Then and there, myself, Jon, and another volunteer stretch out our arms and begin to pray.
"So, God, I never thought I would be standing on a street corner praying for cats. Especially ones that are hissing, possibly diseased, and that could attack me at any moment. But, here I am. Father, I know your probably more of a dog person, like me, but considering you made the cats you probably still love them too. So, bless the cats. Bless the yellow cat, and the gray cat, and the spotted cat, and the black cat. Especially the black cat. Apparently he needs your help a little more than the others. Amen."
And that was that.
We then finished up our conversation with Iing, who had calmed down considerably since the cats had been prayed over, and I just stood there and grinned as I thought about all the ridiculous things I have experienced this past year. And yet, every bit of it has revealed small pieces of God's character. A bit of God's character exists within the crazy cat lady on that street corner. A bit of his character exists within the exuberant woman who sings at the top of her lungs from the alleyway. A bit of his character exists within the highly animated tricycle driver who claps along to a tune only he can hear.
God is much more exciting than we sometimes give him credit for.
And more importantly His sense of humor never ceases me make me laugh.
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 5/7/2011
Follow Me. Apparently God is trying to tell me something. In the past week, I have seen those two words plastered literally everywhere I look. In huge block letters on the front gate of a random business, across a blatantly large banner hanging at the bus station, on the label of a whole row of shampoo bottles. All repeating the same phrase... Follow Me.
Okay, God, I get it. But, where is the rest of the sentence? I feel like you have forgotten a couple of terribly important details. Do you mind to expound on that just a little? I can't help but feel a bit like I've been given a beautiful invitation to the event of a lifetime only to find that the host left the inside of the card completely blank. Follow me. That's all I've got.
All this to say to myself, and to all of you... I don't know what's next. I don't have any of the details. There is no timeline. There is no absolute direction.
All I have is "follow me"... and for now, that's going to have to be enough.
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 5/3/2011
I'm trying out this new thing. I know when I blog that I tend to write about what is going on around me as opposed to the journey and the struggles going on inside my own life. In sharing with a friend the other day I was challenged to be real not only with the outside journey but also the things going on inside my head... so, here we go. :)
A couple days back we arrived into Penang, Malaysia, which just so happens to be a pretty bustling city. Malls, restaurants, movie theaters... you name it. Being a girl, one of the first thing I explored was, of course, the shopping. It's been a while since I've been in a big mall and this time as we walked through surrounded by stores and stores of ridiculousness, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. There was such an shocking array of sparkling, colorful merchandise, this overwhelming abundance of things that society defines as beauty. Stores and stores of manmade things, claiming to add to your beauty, to speak into your identity.
Don't get me wrong, I've been in malls time and time again. But, this time, something about it all just didn't sit well with me. It was if all I could see was a facade of what really existed. Nothing about that spoke beauty to me, and yet I couldn't help but feel compelled to feel like it should.
As I tried different accessories on, I would take a glance into the mirror in front on me. Mirror after mirror, I found myself looking at each one, trying to decide if I did in fact, actually like what I saw. Each time, my thoughts soon turned from the merchandise to the image behind it. "Maybe if I had put on make-up, maybe if I had fixed my hair, maybe if I wasn't wearing miss matched, worn out clothing... maybe then I would be more pleased with what I saw."
It was funny to sit here and have all these thoughts. You see, beauty and self-image are not things I have typically struggled with. Sure, I have those moments, as every woman does, where I wish I was a few inches taller, a few pounds lighter, and a few shades darker. But, I was fortunate enough to grow up in a home with a mother and a father who spoke so graciously over my identity. Parents who never asked me to be anything different than what I was. Parents that never opposed my tomboy stage of wearing gym shorts and a pony tail. Parents who loved without criticizing my identity. Yet, here I was, letting the lies of Satan slowly creep in. Lies of my self worth, of my beauty, of my importance. It was in that moment that I also realized that in just a few short weeks, that beast is exactly what I am going back to. It wasn't until walking back from that mall that I realized just how much freedom I have been walking in this year. I had almost forgotten what that bondage felt like. Bondage that exists so heavily back home. The idea that self worth can be purchased. That beauty is defined so strongly by materialistic things. I have spent a year walking in a new freedom of beauty, so much that I almost forgot how heavy, how fierce it was. And, here I was, four weeks away from returning... completely and utterly overwhelmed by it all.
As I stood on the street with my friend Stacey, praying, and just letting tears fall down my face, I realized that the struggle here was that my idea of beauty no longer coincides with the rest of the worlds. I was finally realizing how much my perspective has changed; how much my definition of beauty has changed. Back in the store, as my eyes tried to take in all of the glitz and glamour around me, I had realized that nothing in that store was beautiful. Beauty is no longer an accessory, or a piece of jewelry, or an article of clothing. Beauty is an African woman with her shaved head and handmade clothing; beauty is the smile on the face of a child running barefoot and filthy through the slums of a third world country; beauty is the prostitute wiping the makeup off her face, packing her bags, and reclaiming her self worth.
Now, this is not to say that I won't ever again wear girly accessories (in fact I have some pretty great earrings on today!) But, never again will those "things" define my identity, my beauty, my self worth. This year, I've seen the beauty of God, the beauty of his rawest creation. And I am part of that creation. You are part of that creation. We, in our simplest form, completely encompass the definition of true and absolute beauty, with or without any added glamour. It's time, my loves, to reclaim that beauty!
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 4/14/2011
i'm at a loss for words.
my thoughts are jumbled.
i sit here staring at my computer knowing that i need to write a blog, but doing it more out of necessity than desire. it's just that i am finding it really difficult to put into words the things i have experienced in the last month and a half...
i've seen and felt some really dark stuff. i've experienced the bondage of a country void of religious freedom. i've lived in a country so dark that even the stars can't find the light to shine; a country marked by a wall that screams of slavery.
i've walked through the busy streets of thailand. i've seen faces of utter brokenness. i've looked into the eyes of darkness, felt it's fury, and almost crumbled at its overwhelming presence.
it's one of those times where words wont do justice to what i have seen. where words most definitely can't describe what i have felt. my words fail me.
but my failure, my inadequacy, is what brings me back to my first love. everything within my own strength will never be enough to heal these nations. never be enough to heal my own soul. but, luckily i have arms to run into. arms of a father, arms of a savior, arms of a healer, arms of a lover. arms strong enough break down walls. arms big enough to wrap around brokenness. arms powerful enough to conquer all evil.
thankfully, even when my words fail me... His love never fails.
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 2/21/2011
Sometimes in life you just have to do things that are ridiculous...
like jumping in the ocean fully dressed.
You see, despite the fact that I am legally of age to be considered an adult, I often feel like I still have the heart of an 8 year old. But then again, I think maybe that's true for all of us... we just don't allow ourselves to believe it.
Just yesterday we took a stroll to the beach. We didn't have a whole lot of time, and I had already showered for the day (which is a big deal), so I hadn't planned on getting in the water. In fact, I was perfectly content just to sit on the beach, digging my toes in the sand, enjoying the beauty around me.
Soon enough, I found myself up to the edge of the water. As much as I hadn't planned on getting wet, I suddenly had this huge urge to just run and jump in the water. In fact, I could picture it in my head, I could see myself, just like a young child running straight into the waves, giggling the entire time. I stood there for a long time and rationalized all the reasons why that would be ridiculous. First off, I absolutely hate walking around in wet clothes and would undoubtedly not have enough time to dry off. Second, I had on clean clothes (which is pretty rare these days) and I had just recently showered. Thirdly, there was a huge boat full of people docked at the beach, all of which were already staring at me as I stood at the water's edge, clearly pondering the meaning of life.
I stood there for a long time, just rationalizing with myself again and again... over something to silly. Then, I realized... sometimes in life, you just have to do things that are ridiculous.
So, I turned around, gave my good friend Alicia a huge grin... and then took off into the water... jumping straight into the waves.. giggling the whole time.
In a crazy way, jumping in the water was another step of freedom. Too often we let ourselves be restrained by rationalizations of what should be, of what society tells us, of the lies that we have allowed ourselves to believe. It's time to jump in the water, it's time to break down the walls of legalism, it's time to let yourself free.
So what if I was going to have to walk 15 minutes home in wet clothes, so what I had to be a little bit icky for the rest of the day, so what if my clothes and hair were no longer clean... for that moment in time, as I floated in the water just laughing out loud, I was free. I could have easily let myself miss out on that experience, out of that joy... but for that day, I chose otherwise! Just like our relationship with God, sometimes we miss out, sometimes we try to rationalize His greatness, sometimes we don't just let ourselves fall head first into His love.
Are you ready to jump in?
"Daily I live with fear- a healthy fear... that I will miss something God has for me... I don't want to be robbed of even one of God's riches by not taking time to let Him invade my life. By not listening to what He is telling me. By allowing the routine, pressing matters of my minutes to bankrupts me of time for the most exciting, most fulfilling relationship in life."
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 2/11/2011
I can be extremely selfish. There, I said it.
Sometimes that realization cuts me to the core... mostly because it's true. Prior to the World Race, I had very few responsibilities outside of myself. Back in those day, I could do things in my own time, in my own way, and I could control every single detail. Needless to say, that's not really the case anymore. Back then, I had a specific pace, and I stuck to it. I took care of me, I looked out for me, and I only worried about what was best for me.
I think our Christian walk can actually look a lot like this sometimes as well. We can serve the Lord and still be completely selfish about it. We constantly fall to our knees in prayer asking God to heal us, to make us whole, to make us better. We continually ask God for more of His presence in our own life, for more of His blessings, His spirit, and His gifts to fall upon us. We spend hours pleading our case and only seconds pleading for others. We spend so much timing making sure we are taken care of, making sure we are looked out for, making sure we are getting what is best.
We spend so much time running life at our own pace.
As some of you may know, I had the opportunity to run a 5k around Manila a couple of weeks ago. At first I had agreed to run the race with two of my teammates, Alicia & Stacey. About halfway into the race, I was feeling really good. It felt so nice to stretch my legs again, to compete in a race again, just to run with a purpose. I looked over at my teammates and could tell they weren't quite thinking the same thing, they were ready to slow down... but I was ready to plow ahead. In this moment I made the decision to set my own pace, to move ahead, to push forward for what was best for me. On the turnaround route there just so happened to be a huge monster of a hill. The joy I had for running just minutes ago had all but disappeared... my legs were burning, my lungs were screaming, and I was all but ready to just call it a day and start walking. Just about that time, one of our squad leaders, Lia comes running up the hill behind me. Just to give you a little background on Lia, running is not just an interest for her, it's a passion. Needless to say, she could easily run circles around me. As she approached me from behind, I completely expected her to give me her best encouraging grin and pass on by... but much to my surprise, she ran up beside me and instantly stepped into stride with me. Without saying any words at all, I knew in that moment she had agreed to run right beside me the rest of the race, all the way through the finish line. I knew that if I needed to slow down, she would slow down and if I needed to run faster, she would run faster. She was there to see me through. She changed her pace for me.
Just through that experience God taught me so much about how I should be living life. Don't get me wrong, this life is a race, and we should never stop moving... but it's not a competition. There's no prize at the end. There is no big medal to be draped around your neck. There is no glory in finishing first. The glory is in finishing together. The glory is in fighting for our brothers and sisters. The glory is in opening our eyes to the people around us, to running the race beside them, and to doing this thing we call life together!
Let's run this race together. Are you ready for a change of pace?
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 2/7/2011
Time for another blog! Can you believe that you are lucky enough to get two of them in less than a week's time? Thank you Philippines for good internet! I realized while looking through some of my older blogs that it's not often that I just update on life. Most of my blogs consist of the emotional, crazy stuff that I see on the race, but very few of them just update you on what's going on with me... here, back home, after the race, etc. So, consider this your official update. Don't kid yourself, I know you are excited. ;)
The Race: We are officially on month 8 of the race. We are spending this month in a place called Puerto Galera. It's a beautiful, small island of the Philippines which boasts a heavy amount of tourism because of it's ridiculously beautiful beaches! We are also officially back to living life with just the basics (after getting spoiled last month in Cape Town)... it's back to sleeping on the floor, using toilets that only occasionally flush, and washing and bathing clothes in the river! (that one is actually a first) The organization we are working with is called Threads of Hope (which, for the sake of time I will explain in another blog). Food is phenomenal and the ministry this month is super relational. We tend to spend the mornings doing manual labor near the church area, and then off to the beach to hang out with local people in the afternoons. The church also has a full court basketball gym, which I tend to sneak off to in the evenings after supper. After two years at the Boys & Girls Club, it's been a while since I have played ball with people of my own age and size but I have absolutely loved the challenge!
Back Home: I actually haven't had any kind of extended conversation with the family back home lately. However, I happen to be pretty darn good at facebook stalking, so I am usually able to keep up with most of the recent happenings. The parents & sister/bro-in-law passed the background checks meaning that the adoption papers for the Haitian kiddos are officially being translated and sent off! YAY, YAY, YAY! It still blows my mind every time I think about the fact that these two beautiful kiddos I met just months ago will soon permanently be a part of my family! Love, love, love the way God works. So ridiculously beautiful! Other than that, all I know is that Cade (my ridiculously handsome 2 year old nephew) is still as adorable and hilarious as usual. It's hard for me to believe that he has grown up SO much in the past 8 months! Apparently every time he sees my picture he says "Em's still racin'" Love that kid!
Post Race: Apparently month 8 seems to be the month for everyone to suddenly become very curious about your plans after the race is over. At this point in time, I really can't say anything definite. As many of you know, I absolutely fell in love with Cape Town, South Africa last month... so I am prayerfully considering my options there. And even though my heart may be there, for now God has be here... so I am working hard to keep my ears and eyes open to the things he has to teach me during this time and this season... and for now, that's good enough for me!
Finally... I cannot say thank you enough for the consistent prayer support. Your prayers and words of encouragement to me throughout this journey have meant significantly more to me than you will ever know.
Well, that's all for now. Congratulations to you! You are now officially updated! I just know that you can hardly contain the excitement! :)
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Posted in General Posts by Micah Higgins on 2/5/2011
Reality kicked me in the face yesterday. And I felt every bit of it.. the shock, the pain, the nausea, the stumbling. I thought I was prepared. I thought I was ready to fight. But the battle snuck up on me... and it all but knocked me out.
I knew coming into Asia that prostitution and trafficking would be present. It's something we've talked about since day one. It's a normal topic of conversation when discussing the ministry opportunities on the race. In fact, it's one of the reasons many of the girls on my squad signed up for this adventure. It's something that I knew to expect.
But my expectations absolutely failed me.
While walking along the beach yesterday, I saw this injustice first hand... and it absolutely blind sided me. I was nauseous, I was broken, I was hurting. I wanted to scoop up this young girl, look her in the eyes and tell her over and over again that she was loved and that she was worthy of so much more! I wanted to stare that man in the eyes (after I got over the urge to punch him) and ask him who hurt him, who left him so empty, who broke him. I just wanted them both to know that there was more... so, so, so much more.
I stumbled my way past. I took in a deep breath. I regained my composure and I was reminded that my God is big enough even for this. This place, despite its breathtaking beauty, is a dark place... but my God is so full of light! It's time to hit our knees in prayer! It's time to fight! It's time for us to prophesy life over the death in this world. It's time for the nations to see and feel the presence of His love! It's time for injustices to be broken! It's time for His promises to be fulfilled. It's time for HIS radiance to shine!
"Arise! Let your light shine for all to see. For the Glory of the Lord rises to shine on you. Darkness as black as night covers all the nations of the earth, but the glory of the Lord rises and appears over you. All nations will come to your light; mighty kings will come to see your radiance." Isaiah 60:1-3
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