Tuesday, April 3, 2012

I Surrender

"All to you. I surrender. Everything, every part of me. All to you I surrender. All of my dreams. All of me."

April 2, 2012.

A year ago I stood on the same lawn, watching the same coastline - questioning why God was wrestling with my heart to take a stance on the call on my life. The call into missions and the passion for surf ministry. One year ago I turned my head and ignored His beckoning and this last year has been a direct reflection of my inability to fully surrender. 
 
Yesterday the wrestling became too familiar and the fear of the Lord was beyond my control. This time I wasn't going to question, doubt nor fear the call on my life. I know I have been created to not only serve the Lord with my passions but also to walk with confidence as I proclaim I am called into Surf Ministry. 
 
I will no longer stand in fear of my future nor will I doubt my calling or believe the insecurity of my abilities. I am excited to take my life to a new level with Christ and truly give Him everything. My life is wrecked and I know it is going to get harder, but His love makes it worth it. 

I'm no longer with Surfing The Nations with the mindset this is just for a year, nor the attitude that it isn't my home. I'm no longer with Surfing The Nations with the heart of fear, nor the spirit of doubt and lack of faith that God is in control. 

I am here at Surfing The Nations for as long as I am called, this is my home. I will not walk in fear but in confidence. I will battle with faith and trust God with my life. I will be a woman of courage and direction. 

April 2, 2012 I recommitted my life to Christ. There will be no season off and there will be no discontent. April 2, 2012 I not only stood in front of my community here but I stood at the feet of my Father and said, "yes". Yes I will follow you every day of my life and with that statement I will walk in the calling on my life. The call to serve the Lord with all that is in me & to honor His will. 
 
"No turning back. I've made up my mind. I'm giving all of my life this time." 
 



Saturday, February 11, 2012

Trust with your heart not your head.

An ironic message from a simple dove chocolate tin that I unwrapped as I sat down with a cup of coffee, to write this message to you. Ironic because my meat of this message will be an update of where I am, but with a reason to humbly ask you to come beside me in support. There is no way my head can comprehend that my needs will be met, but I know in my heart that God has better plans and more provisions than my head can compute.

As I write this message,  sipping a cup of coffee filled of Sleepy Monk, my heart wrestles with the feeling of home. My home is now here and there is no better time than to live by the saying, "Home is where the heart is." My ears ring with the sound of the song that makes me eyes instantly swell each time I hear it. How He Loves , by the David Crowder Band. My eyes rise with emotion a bit because just a little over a year ago was the first time I heard God say stay and I felt the peace that surpasses all understanding as I said yes. And as I was sent to my knees in surrender this was the song playing to the heavens as we all sang in worship that distinct morning in November of 2010.

Fast forward to the reality it is February in 2012 and what once was a porn shop is now the office I sit and serve from each week. What once was a three month missions trip is now a lifestyle that has wrecked my life for the better. What once was a blank passport now stamps more than a handful of countries. And what once was a wandering woman is a passionate follower of the Lord of Lords.

I want to invite you, yes you, to join me. There are countless testimonies I want to share with you from my life, praises I want to encourage you with, challenges and doubts because I want to be real with you and most of all questions so I can be praying for you. 

I ask with a sense of urgency for you to be praying for me. There is a rough reality of living within the trenches of spiritual and physical dangers. There is a harsh truth in knowing I can't do it all alone but a clear encouragement that God is with us and I am blessed to live within a community of vivid lovers of Jesus.

I ask you to pray for strength, health, a peaceful spirit and a financial backing. Strength to carry out each day no matter the challenge that I may face. Health as I continue to struggle through ailments within my stomach. A peaceful spirit because I truly wrestle with a worried soul and a financial backing because I am in need to see committed monthly support.

Just as sip my last drop of coffee and begin to think how I will end this message, I unwrap another dove chocolate and with encouragement it reads, "watch the sun rise."  So I end this with trust that God will, like he does every day, take his hand and with His power make the sun rise. And as I trust in a miracle we witness each day, I trust Him that through His power my prayers will be answered. Let the sun rise. 

Please consider committing monthly support. I would be honored for you to play an active role in my life.

Want to hear more? Testimonies, praises, challenges and prayers.
1.503.440.7836. julie.nelson@surfingthenations.com

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Monday, January 23, 2012

A tid bit of an update


Yup it's that time again. One week ago 40 new interns call Surfing The Nations home for the next three months. It's crazy around here. Hectic and amazing all at once. We have all walks coming through the doors, questioning faith to solid believers - it's a crew of growth bound to happen (as it always is but I'm stoked for this one). I can't believe that we went from under 50 to over 100 over night it seemed. Today I got the full blown privilege to walk through some "stuff" today with a few interns and specially one close to my heart. If you would join with me in prayer for the new interns, stand in the gap for those who still question their salvation and stand in encouragement for those who seek to know him more.


Sometimes the halls feels empty and even though there are so many people around there is a social loneliness that rings along the halls.  It's crazy but true. Sometimes I think it's because we all get so busy and we seem to just shut off at times. But then there are days like these, days of committed friendships, loving moments of honest in depth conversation and just straight up living life with those you love. It's drastic change (I know) but it's a true one. One moment you'll feel loved above all else and the next lonely with only doubt looming in your mind. I know that relationships are satan's biggest foothold on my life so I recognize the enemies work in my heart but I thank God for the moment of feeling like a truly have family in Hawaii. Pray with me as I continue to ask God for daily joy in Him.


My favorite part of any day. WORSHIP. 


I guess in theory it’s a simple concept but in living proof it seems to be a bit harder.  Today I was challenged with the words from Francis Chan, “ You think Jesus is a great Savior but you don’t think he is a great role model.” Basically saying, sweet Jesus died for me, he washed the feet of his disciples, he laid down his rights, his life and he was persecuted for my salvation. Rad Jesus, but I want none of that. After hearing those words, my eyes swelled with conviction and my hands in complete surrender of what I hold on to. Father, I cried out, I want to walk as you walked for I am blessed to simply be your child and I my life should be reflecting the living proof that you are a loving God not simply a story is a book. You are the WORD that lives within. 


Please be in prayer for. 

- Finances (committed supporters)
- Wisdom (in daily conflicts, conversations and decisions)
-Discernment (when to speak and how to walk others through doubts)
-Direction (as I daily wrestle with doubts)
-JOY (because I want joy in the Lord with no hindrances)

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Cheers to 2012

I can barely believe that I got to spend another Christmas with Grammy and Grampy. My eyes swell just looking at this picture knowing that I got to share another moment with them. Nick and Helen Nelson are without a doubt the most God loving, committed, honoring couple I have ever been blessed to have in my life. They show me so much but just their simple life and their hearts for Christ. Leaving this last Christmas to return to Hawaii was so bitter sweet. Knowing that each time I see them I am counting my blessings one by one, praying that I get to see them again is a hard realization but knowing their committed hearts to Christ allows me to walk away in peace knowing it will never be the last time. Never.

I am very excited to be back at Surfing The Nations and I know that there will be a load of new adventures I could never expect. So here is to another great year following God with all of my heart and here's to being blessed by having the honor of those apart of my story - those like you!

Cheers to 2012 - I'm all in.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Missing Puzzle Piece.

Surfing The Nations is not just a simple non-profit organization, it is a multifaceted irresistible influential hub of love and hope - but the best part is the true family roots that stand behind it. I have had the joy to get to know the family that interlocks the woven dreams, drive and determination of Surfing The Nations. Tom and Cindy and two of their daughters (Charis and Christy) live on property with us and it is an honest honor to live life with them. Tom and Cindy's other two daughters live on the mainland, Cari visited just a few months ago and I got to fall in love with her little boy Bauer as well as her undeniable fun spirit that is nothing less then impeccable. But with this last night coming to an end I have met the missing puzzle piece, Carla.

Our apartment was transformed into a place of worship, prayer and the Word. Carla arrived with her friend Jamie (her pastor's wife) and we got the blessing of being able to get to know them a bit and share an intimate night of Christ. Charis and Mikaela opened up in an amazing spirit of worship and the apartment flew praise of songs out the doors, windows and any cracks of the old building. I was sitting there aside all of my close friends, in awe. I'm 24 and God has called me to a life like this, who am I to deserve such things. Mikaela, Charis and Emily have the three most soothing voices and I got to be lead in a time of worship with all of them belting out their love for our Father - I wish I could capture this moment to perfection to share the experience.

After worship and a full set of tears, Carla set into what she had prepared to share. I literally couldn't even take my eyes off of her to take notes, it was as if God was literally moving her mouth and speaking directly to me. Carla laid in the truth of what purpose the deserts in our lives have on our calling. She spoke not only about the necessity of those deserts but the necessity to embrace them with no fear of man but of God and to be steadfast in our actions no matter if we are at the highest of peaks of the lowest of valleys.. because God is still God.

One of the biggest revelations she spoke to us was, when you are in the desert that is when the true identity of who God is to you is revealed. Who do you believe the Lord is? His name or his true definition. That hit hard. Because if I truly believe the identitiy of Christ that I need to stand in, no desert would be lonely, no desert would be unbearable because even if it truly does suck and come on being in the desert place - sucks - God is still God and He will be perfect in his timing and purposeful in my equipping. For the call on my life is great and it takes great measure to be refined by his fire.

At the end of a message that brought my eyes to a foggy state the entire time we went into another time of worship and during this time Carla and Jamie prayed for us individually. Carla came to me and prayed over me and God is a God of a tender heart. She spoke simple but needed truth over me and allowed God to embrace me with the comfort I needed as she was a vessel of his love.  Last night was an amazing blessing and my spirit was lifted and my heart content.

God you are amazing and I thank you for where you have called me and to whom I get to live life with.

Jesus, You're Beautiful - is a song I have had on repeat this last week and with last night I can't get enough of this song. Enjoy

Thank you Carla and Jamie!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Cannon Beach Gazette =)

Well this is just a little fun tid bit. While I was home I got the chance to sit down with some of the local papers. The Cannon Beach Gazette just ran this story..


When it comes to community building, sometimes the board is much mightier than either pen or sword.

The surfboard, that is. Just ask Cannon Beach native Julie Nelson. The 24-year-old surfer has spent her early adult years traveling the world as a sort of humanitarian ambassador for the Oahu-based Surfing the Nations, a non-profit organization that aims to help surfers impact local and international communities through the twin tenets of surfing and service.

During that time, Nelson has seen firsthand the way that surfing ¬- along with generous doses of hope and love - can change lives for the better.

Nelson has made soul friends at falafel stands in Bethlehem, and she's frolicked in the sand with Bedouin youngsters. She's led fellow volunteers on grueling 11-mile backpacking trips and she's watched the sun rise over the Red Sea. And she's only just getting started.

"My parents taught me a love of the ocean, and this opportunity has allowed me to take that love to the nations," she said.

A call to service
In many ways, Nelson's been prepping for her work with STN all her life. Growing up on the North Coast, she was a water baby from an early age.

"I've always been in the water, teaching surfing and just being heavily involved in the surf culture," she said.
Her mother, Debbie Nelson, recalls a "very sensitive and very athletic" girl who loved to be outdoors and was crazy about the ocean.
As a teen, Nelson worked at Cannon Beach Surf Shop, where she washed wetsuits, helped out around the shop, and benefited from the mentoring of owner Mark Mekenas, who encouraged her to hone and share her skills.

"Julie was one of these kids that had drive, so we just kind of kept pushing her to do more and more, and we taught her to be an instructor," he said. "She was always a hardworking kid."
After high school, Nelson attended University of Oregon, where she studied journalism. She'd grown up in a deeply religious family, and when graduation came, she started thinking seriously about how she could use her time and talents to minister to those who suffered. Her thoughts turned to the sport that had shaped her so profoundly, and how she might share that gift with others.

So she got on the computer, Googled "three-month surf outreach," and picked up a trail that would lead her to STN and its octopus of internships, programs and outreaches.

Nelson initially committed to a three-month internship working for founders Tom and Cindy Bauer at STN headquarters in Wahiawa, Oahu. A year-and-a-half later, she's still there, now as a full-blown volunteer staff member.

Nelson currently holds the positions of Leadership Coordinator and Waianae Surf Club Director. Her work with STN has taken her all over the planet, from Egypt, Israel and Jordan to Sri Lanka to Indonesia, but there is also plenty of work to be done right outside the front doors of STN's offices.

‘Surfing is our common language'

Wahiawa, a stop-off on the way to Hawaii's fabled North Shore, is a rough place by anyone's standards. Poverty runs rampant, and local kids often grow up surrounded by drugs and domestic abuse. STN is positioned right in the thick of it, on ‘Ohai Street, known to the locals as "Blood Alley" for its violent reputation.

When Nelson first arrived, STN's main office (house in an old bar) and the apartment complex where she and the other volunteers live were surrounded by a porn shop, a strip club and a market hawking a variety of dubious products.

It was "the ghetto of the ghetto," according to Nelson.

STN has worked to counteract the scourge at home and abroad through a multitude of outreach programs built up around surfing, which Nelson describes as an inherently community- and trust-building activity.

"Tom founded the organization based on the idea of surfers giving back," Nelson said. "We're bringing the message of love and hope through the nations. Surfing is our common language, no matter the nation."

The work of STN changes as the needs of the places it serves change, but reaching out to the youngest members of society is always key. In Wahiawa, STN offers local kids language lessons, hip-hop lessons, swim, surf, life skills lessons, and the benefit of stable, loving role models.

STN focuses on finding simple solutions that respond to basic needs, and the formula is gaining ground.

"We saw a huge need for kids to be mentored and loved on," Nelson said. "We see the needs and we respond. These kids are missing consistency, commitment, love and hope, so through our actions and our lifestyles we show that."

It is work that can't help but change you, even as you're busy changing the world for others. When Nelson describes her adventures since graduating school, the word "blessed" comes up over and over.
Brave also belongs in there: she's negotiated illegal border crossings and mighty language barriers, and she's learned to barter hard, to travel and eat like a local.

Don't mistake the work she does for tourism, though. Nelson and the other STN volunteers live spartanly, and they travel that way, too, with the bulk of their luggage allowance dedicated to packing in gifts and supplies for the natives in the spots they visit.

‘I'm right where I'm supposed to be'

Debbie Nelson loves the fact that Julie Nelson has found a way to turn her love of surfing into a ministry.

"She has wandering toes so I think this suits her really well," she said. "When I came back from visiting her [in Hawaii] the last time, I described her in one word, a verb: ‘thriving.' She's where she should be. These are her people."

Mekenas, too, is proud of the woman Nelson has become. Throughout the years, he's hired and mentored many local kids, but she was one of the first, and he says the success of the local girl he still fondly refers to as "Bird" is a testament to the way a little positive regard can help a kid to turn a passion into a life calling.

"She's making a difference and I'm behind her," he said. "She's a driven person and I have nothing but the highest respect for that kid."

For her part, Julie Nelson is thrilled with the place Wahiawa is becoming. STN is now the largest private distributor of food on Oahu. The owner of the neighborhood porn shop recently sold the building to STN, a change which Nelson credits fully to ardent prayer. They've turned the place into offices and a community area. For Halloween this year, they held a festival in the parking lot for kids who had up till then been too afraid to trick or treat in their own neighborhood. The sketchy market recently shut down, so STN bought that, too. Today, it is being transformed into a family-friendly shave ice shop. Now, they've set their sights on taking over the strip club.

"Before you came, I was scared," one local boy told her. "Now, I'm not scared anymore."

Each night, Nelson goes to sleep beneath a sign given to her by her mother that reads: "I may not have gone where I intended to go. But I think I have ended up where I intended to be."

Indeed, she seems to have hit upon a magical formula, one that encompasses all the things she knows and loves the very best: surfing, writing, faith, photography and teaching.

Nelson can't help but feel she's being guided by the hand of God as she moves forward.
"I'm right where I'm supposed to be," she said. "When we're where we're supposed to be and our passions are lined up with our faith as our drive, there's nothing else to do but go ... We're called to love people."

Surfing the Nations - along with Julie Nelson and her fellow volunteers - depends on donations to do its work around the world. To learn more about volunteering or contributing, go online to www.surfingthenations.com. Checks can also be sent to Julie Nelson C/O Surfing the Nations, PO Box 860366, Wahiawa, HI, 97786. Make checks payable to: Surfers Church. Questions? Email Julie Nelson at Julie.nelson@surfingthenations.com.


If you want to read the article online go to The CB GAZETTE. ( a few pictures to go along with it)

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

NCFF and our last day

Oh boy I get all sad just writing this. Though it was super fun speaking at the church at four services. Yeah we had the blessing to speak at both services at the main campus and also at our satellite service. The girls killed it at NCFF and the boys hit up the Cove. It was amazing and fully encouraging. A big thanks to NCFF for allowing us to share with God is doing in our life.  
This is when Glen (our pastor) called me up and had a small interview time - after watching a video of my year and giving a solid sermon on missions and passions. 
After each service the girls helped me with a information table and just had time to share with people on all different levels. 

After we all got back from church we headed back to my house for lunch and some time to relax. The team was heading to California the next day so there was some getting ready to do. We put on "Goonies" to show a bit more of Oregon and of course connect the sights to a good 'ol movie. It was a time to relax, re-pack the team and get ready for one last epic dinner. 

We were taken out to lunch after church (blessed by the Franks and the Higgins) and then we were being filled up with another amazing meal at the Nelsons - steak! 

So we had one last dinner, Brendon jetted off to Washington and the rest of us hunkered in for the last night together :( Sad moment. Then it was wake up at 3:00am and off to the airport. 

Man this was an amazing trip and one I will forever be blessed by. So loved, so encouraged, so supported - SO blessed!