a new title and a new look

For those of you who have read my blog before, you know that this isn't it. For the past three years, this very blog went by a different title, with a different design, and a different domain. First off, I just want to thank the incredible Elizabeth Rolf for re-designing my blog! I worked with Lizzy several years ago to create my blog for the first time. Her incredible work lasted me these 3 years. Check out some of her work and if you need any designy ideas, she's definitely your girl:)

The purpose behind the name change had a lot to do with my place in life right now. One Day seemed very suiting. Because one day, is all I have. It's all any of us have really. But right now, for me, it's all I have. Every day is new, every day is different, and every day stands alone. My days are what I want to talk about. Each is so unique and can not be done over again. I'm seeing so much and experiencing so many new things that for the first time in my life, I literally can not keep it to myself.

But this evening I just wanted to take the time to thank Elizabeth Rolf again for her amazing work. Feel free to click around, read my new About Maddie and About This Blog. Don't forget that if you're going to search my blog, I'm now under the URL maddiechaney.blogspot.com, and the title One Day. I'll be writing more interesting posts in the near future, but right this second, I'm heading to put more non-human colors in my hair.

Peaces friends:)

a world away from this

I hardly know what to write. My world is spinning in a tornado of color all around me. And there I am. Standing in the middle. Lost, clueless, and confused. As usual. I see things that are beautiful. That catch my breathe. But in an instant, they're gone. And the chaos around me never takes that form again. It's strange and confusing, but oh so beautiful at the same time. At moments, it all moves in slow motion. And it's in those moments that I see things I never saw before. Things I never imagined. How do I understand this madness? How do I even accept the fact that I'm standing in it? That it's my world?

These questions I can never answer. But I move on. As I face the inevitable world that lays before me, that tornado of color is never far from my thoughts. Within it is where I feel safe. It is where I feel comfortable. But nobody understands. Nobody sees what I see. God is fearfully beautiful in those moments. When it's only Him and I, and no one else. Just the fact that no one understands isolates us into a beautiful world where we have the freedom to make entirely our own.

But then I need to return. Life continues, and nobody realizes where I'm coming from. Nobody understands that I walk in a garden of the most entrancing beauty every morning. I have to eat. I have to sleep. I talk to people at church, in the store, and none of them know. Why can't they know? Why can't they see it too?

But my world is my world, and I simply realize that everyone's secret place is different. However, I always selfishly feel that mine is the best.

a day in india

Woke up early today. But early isn't that early when the world around you starts buzzing a few hours before. I get up and walk out to the living room that doubles as a dinning room. Nicole's up, naturally. But she's doing her own thing. I walk over to the window and look down at the courtyard. Deb and Val are sitting at a table talking. I turn around and sit down on the couch trying to decide what I should do first. After a few minutes of exhaustion, I decide on a shower. I go through the mundane routine of morning preparation. Choosing an outfit has never been easier. With only 5 choices, life feels pretty simple. After I've woken up a bit, I grab my coffee cup and go downstairs to the restaurant to get some breakfast.

 I fill my cup with the delicious chai that's available everyday. I think in the back of my head how Liv and Samm would be loosing their minds without coffee for two months, and I smile to myself. I fill my plate with the different foreign foods that are available. Seeing that Emily was already down there, I head her way and sit across from her and eat. Talking through an array of various topics, she finishes first and heads up to her room to finish getting read for the day. A few minute later Lilian and Sarah appear. After a little talking I finish my food and head back upstairs myself. By this time our room is buzzing with the familiar witty chatter among Nicole, Sydni, my Mom, and I. I kill time listening to some worship music, and filling myself spiritually for the day.

Today's the first day for the Balwadi school, so we head downstairs around 9:30 to wait for Pastor Emmanuel to pick up Nicole, Grace, Mona, and myself. On the drive to the school, all the sites are the same. By this time, the fact that the Indian culture is a complete opposite from our own has become a numb reality. I stare once again at all the pain that lines every inch of the streets, and my compassionate heart starts exploding inside my chest. We reach the destination, and walk through 10 minutes of slums till we reach Pastor Emmanuel's house. Inside are almost 50 two to five year old kids. Some are startled by our arrival. All you see are dozens of beautiful brown eyes staring at you everywhere you go. A few kids break out in sobs because they've never seen white people before, and though they are intrigued and interested, they're also terrified. This range of emotion overcomes them, so they simply cry. We take our seats and participate in the songs the kids are singing. We spend about 2 hours with the kids. At the end, they have their lunch. Some are so malnourished, they eat and eat and eat till their parents finally come get them. When one kid gets picked up though, several of the kids are longing to go. And all you hear through the sobs is a plea for their mommy. There was a familiarity in this. Kids are kids everywhere. And I felt a little comfort as I was able to hold one of the crying kids.

When we drove off, I have that same jello feeling I do everyday after oozing so much compassion for so many sad situations. I just sit in the car with my eyes forward. I don't even want to look out the window at the beggar woman knocking on my window trying to get money. She's spotted that I'm a foreigner, so she doesn't leave. We're stuck in traffic, and after several long minutes of determination, I break, and my eyes meet her's. All I do is pray silently. Everything else in my being is deflated at this point, so I beg God to fulfill her needs.

We drive off.

When we get to the hotel, I drop my stuff upstairs, then head downstairs for lunch. Things are becoming a blur. I try to eat quickly, then I go and pass out for a nap until our team meeting. The rest of the day goes by without any heart investment. All I see in my mind is the rotted teeth, dry skin, and skinny bodies of the kids I saw that morning. That night I go to a house church. Once again God provides me with a message to share with His people. In my weakness, He shines through. Like He always does. I speak on The Body, and Many Parts. At the end, He uses me to deliver personal messages to several of the people there. I'm floating around on a Holy Spirit cloud with scripture popping into my mind like popcorn in a bag. When we finally leave, a frail old lady refuses to let go of me. I have a hard time pulling away, and when I do, she follows me as far as her small body would take her. I wave goodbye, and stumble down the stairs. My Holy Spirit joy is the only thing carrying me right now. Physically and emotionally, I'm completely exhausted.

We take the 40 minute Rickshaw ride back to the hotel. When I get to the room, our family swaps Jesus stories of the evening. We float a few more minutes in gratitude of what He did that evening, and the ways He stretched up. Then stumble into bed.

If I'm lucky, I get to sleep quickly. Then I wake up, and do it all again the next day.

the piano

The piano is everything to me. Even when I was a kid, before I was even really good on the piano, I poured my heart and soul into playing. Everything I felt, everything I dreamed, everything I saw and everything I heard, my entire life went into playing the piano. Many didn't, and still don't understand. I never excelled to a place of being able to play proficiently in a band or on a worship team. I'm going through a season right now of working my fingers to the bone to be able to be an accompanist in a situation like that. But for almost 10 years, the piano and I were lost together in an intimate relationship. I told the piano everything. I cried tears of joy and tears of deepest pain over its keys. When people didn't, or simply couldn't, understand who I was or what I was dealing with, I told the piano. When joy overwhelmed me from time to time in my childhood, I expressed it through the piano.
I explored many different types of music. From pop, rock, and film scores, to broadway classics, Jazz and classical. For years I excelled in classical musical. It was massively structured and had little room for improvisation, but in every note and chord, there was a heart and emotion that struck the very soul of your being. After a performance a few years ago of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, I felt I'd reached the peak of my ability in Classical music. So I decided to try the ever harder Jazz music. I moved to Washington while I was still in the middle of learning Jazz, but it instantly captivated me. Everything about Jazz screamed, "Unique". From the sound to the chord structure, it was what I'd been wanting to play since I started at 7 years old. It was immensely more difficult than Classical music. It is music that includes qualities such as "swinging," improvising, developing an 'individual voice,' and being 'open' to different musical possibilities. Needless to say, it is a wide genera with many possibilities that I had very little time to explore. Still I try to learn the qualities of Jazz music, and I am still captivated by how incredible it is.
However, I can't take the piano with me everywhere. I can't play it in a band or for worship, and I can't throw it in the back of my car and take it everywhere with me. So about two years ago, I picked up the guitar that had sat in the corner of my room for years, and taught myself to play. Transferring much of the logic and theory I had learned on the piano to the guitar was easy for me. Instantly I started my journey in playing guitar and singing on worship teams. I was never known as a piano player. Always a guitar player. And this crushed me.
But I didn't play for people's approval. As I moved quickly through worship team after worship team, playing and singing and living what I'd always wanted, my heart was still given away to my piano. And after awhile, I stopped playing the piano for people. My last performance was Christmas Eve 2011. It's been almost a year since I've gotten on a stage and played the piano for other people's enjoyment. Recently I've played for people on request, just as they happen to be in the room when I sit down, but the piano is my secret love. I don't need words for it to understand me. It just knows. Without it, so much of my life would have been lost. It has guided and directed my heart and desires. It's more beautiful to me than most anything. I can't describe to people with words what the piano does for me through music. But the one thing I can say, is it has held a massive part of my heart and life for almost 10 years that no one else could have been able to.

my life for two years - picture style

I was recently going far back in my stream of pictures on facebook, and I became overwhelmingly emotional about my past and where I have come from. A good emotion. I'm so proud of my past. And the things and people who have made me who I am. And really, I so want to share about it. Because I'm feeling sentimental, and miss home.

 October of 2010 - First time I ever played guitar with my worship mentor Carl Tuttle. Little did I know that I was on a road to an entire year of playing and learning from him.

 This picture is not as bad as it looks. lol. This was actually an insanely fun night with my friends in California. 

This was my friend Maddy and I watching our friend Carlton graduate high school in May of 2011.

For about a year I had a bible study of middle-school aged girls. Two of them are missing here, but from left to right, you have Hannah, Hailey, Alyssa, Kelly, and then me, and Kymberlyn was taking this picture, and Josie was gone this night.

My Papa and I having lunch before I left for the summer to go to camp.

One of the MANY times I played worship with Carl.

The place that changed my life, and the people that made it happen. Don't they look like the best kind of people ever?? :)

When I met my newest cousin, Malachi Hunter Blake:)

The day I got baptized. Carl did it. :)

My first love : Worship

Cannon Beach, Oregon : August, 2011

The first time I dyed my hair.

I went to Colorado last year.

These girls are like my little sisters, and I miss them massively.

The last time I played the piano in public. Christmas Eve at Faith Community Church - 2011

This picture was Christmas morning last year, and we are opening the box that started our journey to YWAM. In it were a bunch of little trinkets that were a hint that my mom was going to take us on a mission trip to South Africa. And through a string of events, that nugget of an idea for a "mission trip" brought us here to YWAM.

The last time I hung out with my friends in the desert.

 This was the day I got my nose piercing. I'll spare you the video..

The last time I played for Faith Community Church with Carl in the desert before I moved to Washington.

The second time I dyed my hair - Black. And the day I made friends. AND the day Sammantha Grant and I decided to be best friends. She's standing next to me.

Living with the 3 cutest kids on the planet. Ellie - Malachi - Sadie

Third time I dyed my hair - Ginger. With Sammantha again..

Sisters and cousins. From left to right, Me, Kayla (sister), Sydni (sister), Ellie/above Sydni (cousin), Sadie (cousin), and Holly (cousin).

4th time I dyed my hair. Goal was Ariel red - did I succeed?

Bubbles with Sadie - July 2012

17th birthday

Another summer at camp - These four girls further changed my life. From left to right, Katie, Isabel, Madison, and Lola. Katie was the first girl I was ever the intercessor for to lead to Christ.

5th time I dyed my hair - Orange Blonde

My favorite person in the world - Linda Romero. On her last day of camp. August 2012

One of the last times I saw my best friend Olivia Anne before I left for Hawaii.

 

 Goodbye to my other best friend Sammantha Grant. We actually spent the entire next day gallivanting around a park singing High School Musical. So this wasn't actually goodbye, but it was perhaps the best day of my life.

And then we are at the 6th time I've dyed my hair, and My mom, sister, and I in Kona Hawaii at YWAM.

So this is my life as of the past about two years. I love it:)

what its all about

This whole blogging thing has been super slow for me lately. With moving to Washington, camp this past summer, and now Youth With a Mission in Kona, Hawaii, I'm not able to even begin to think of what to write about. But this blog has been a massive part of my life because its a way for me to connect with all the people who hold a massive part of my heart and life. So I've been thinking for the past couple days about what I should write about. It seems like something easy for me to write about is friends and people. I could go on FOREVER about all the amazing people in my life. About all the new people that have recently become part of my life. About my family that strengthens me daily to get out of bed (even in those super early hours when the whole world needs to go back to bed till noon). However, God's UNENDING love is what is on my heart tonight.

It's such a "Christian cliché" topic. God's unending love. Unending means it never ends... duh. As in forever and ever and ever. Like, never ever ends. Ever. No joke, I went to grade school. We all know what unending means. Sermon over. Let's go home. But do we really? Unending? How can we even POSSIBLY understand what that word means. Absolutely EVERYTHING in this world comes to an end. Happiness, sadness, dates, Thanksgiving dinner, the joy on your kid's face when they open that present they'd so hoped for even when they don't realize that you didn't get it for them cause they wanted it, but because you wanted them to know that you loved them enough to pay the extra money. All those things eventually become memories. They're over. Gone. No more. Adios. Even life itself ends. Wrap your mind around that. In the scheme of possibly hundreds of thousands of years, we hold a grasp on 70-90 of them. That's like, nothing. Pathetic. Officially, loserville. Yeah, we're important. God made us for a reason. But our time on earth is so lamely short for us to be wasting it on pathetic things like worry, lust, self-worship, hate, bitterness, anger, 5-second experiences... the list goes on and on. I can tell you confidently that that was NOT the reason we were created. We officially have the lamest existence ever. Outside of his love, we are the most pathetic thing ever. We swarm around these shallow wells of temporary satisfaction like ants on crumbs of food.

Now. Look at His UNENDING love. We selfishly screwed up God's perfect plan for eternal communion with Him. So what did He do? I'll tell you what He didn't do. He didn't look at us saying, "Well that creation was a bust. Moving on. Maybe martians can see how rockin awesome I am and not trade me in for an apple." No. He fought for us! He fought death itself. The ONE THING that keeps us from his Unending love. Now, death isn't a one stop experience for all. Now when you face death, you face a choice. A choice between if our pathetic, selfish, short, lame little lives are "all there is" or if you want to enter into what His truly, overwhelming, unending love REALLY is. Death isn't something to fear, but something to be SO OUTRAGEOUSLY EXCITED FOR! It shouldn't be called "death". It should be called "Party Day". The day we get to meet our Savior face to face. When WE see death, we see an end. Instead, we should see a beginning. The beginning of the most real love you will ever experience in your entire existence throughout eternity. Because within God's love, we don't live a "life". We live an eternity. THE eternity. Because there's only one eternity. And you, and I, are going to live all of it. :)

Alright. That's all for now. Holla at ya.

what it means to be strong

Strength is a quality I've desired for years. I saw my mommy hold strength like a champion. I've always wanted to have strength like my mommy. When anyone has asked me if i could have anything in this world, what would it be, that was always my answer. To be as strong as my mommy. But right now, I want to go over a list of the things that make a person strong.

1       Admitting your weakness. To be strong, you have to admit when your weak. You can't grow strength in any area of your life unless you admit that you are weak in it.

2       Fear. This is a tricky one for me. Is strength the absence of fear? Or the embrace of it? Is strength power in fear? We all have a fear. When you face that fear, is when your true strength begins to develop. Not when you conquer your fear. When you face it.

3       To have strength, I believe you must have the capacity to feel things deeply. Mainly to care deeply. The root of your strength stretches as deep as your heart reaches. The deeper it goes, the greater capacity of strength you can have.

4       Lastly, to have strength, is to know who you are. To know that you are strong. Not to yell it loudly like a cocky looser. But in the heart of who you are, to never question, never doubt or double check, but know with the knowledge granted you by God the father, and a confidence more powerful than any fire that's ever burned, that who you are is a warrior! That you are, the epitome, of strength!

In the end, all of this is my opinion. You may believe what you want. But this is what I believe, and this is what makes me strong. Like my mommy.

delaney and olivia

Tonight, I was talking to a friend about my leaving on this YWAM thing. And I asked her to promise me one thing. That no matter if we could keep up with each other while I'm gone or not, whenever I got back, I wanted to pick up right where we left off.

When I think about the friends I have in my life, I have a handful that I would trust with anything. But there are two that I know are going to be with me for a very long time. Through anything.

First, the friend I've had the longest, my honey, Delaney Aydel. We've probably gone through the most together. And we have DEFINITELY had our ups and downs. If anything, our relationship can be pretty volatile, but the one thing that keeps us going no matter what, is we are each-other's other half. As much as Delaney can make me want to punch a wall, and I'm sure I have the same effect on her sometimes, I don't know what I would do without her. And we're not always like that. One night she and I went gallivanting all across Snoqualmie, and it was probably the best time I'd ever had with a friend. We were engulfed in the power of God and His beauty, and as friends, it just made our relationship stronger. As different as we are, and as much as we can drive each other insane, God is the common thread in our relationship that I know pulls us through every high and low. And I know Delaney is going to be a big part of my life, forever.

My other friend is more new, and is the one I was talking to tonight. That would be Olivia. (I don't have very many pictures of the two of us together, but I think this is a stunning capture of how gorgeous she is :) Every time I talk to Olivia, it's just so easy. I feel like I'm talking to a friend I've known forever, and who has known me forever. And even though we don't, sometimes when we talk it's like we already know everything about each other. I know that the friendship that we've found in each other is going to live on for a very long time. When I first met Olivia, I figured she was wayyyy beyond me for a friendship. She floated around like a bird with her long beautiful orange/blonde hair, and seemed to be everything I wasn't. Sweet, innocent, soft spoken, secure, independent, generous, gentle, and kind. But as I finally got to know her, I found that we are actually more alike than I thought. She was also strong, lively, outgoing, self-confidant, loving, empathetic, strange, and silly. We are very different, and yet, very similar people. She's not someone that I feel like I'm going to lose if I don't talk to her for days, weeks, months, or even years. I know she's going to be someone who will be in my life for the long run.

Delaney and Olivia aren't my best friends. I actually don't really have a best friend of any kind. But on the note of who I can see still being in my life a few years down the road, I can say with confidence that I know they will be there. And I'm so thankful for the both of them and the independent, yet life changing rolls they've had in my life.

humbled

My heart is attempting to put its current state into words to express how joyful I am at this moment in time. But I can not fully accomplish this. Because no mater what words I choose, no adjective can bring to light the wonder my heart feels right this second.

I'm gonna be super straight forward and honest right now. I am cocky. I am completely full of myself and conceited. I am not humble at all, and if any attention can be given to me, I'll gladly take it. And obviously, this is a big problem..

Last week when I was in my Saturday night church, there was a song that we sang that completely deflated my heart. It shot my big head out of the skies, and brought me down to earth. There was a line in the song that just sealed the deal. It said, "I'm humbled by the wonder of your majesty". And as I was standing there, I was overwhelmed with just that. The true wonder of His majesty.

But it didn't stop there. It went on, "One thing I know, I find all I need, in your unending love"

For the first time ever, I truly want everything to be about God. Who am I to take attention away from the wonderful God of the universe? I'm not worthy!

I experienced what it meant for the first time to truly-be-humble. And I never want it to change.