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Michelle DeRusha

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Asheritah Ciuciu

She Let the Light Shine Through {#MyFaithHeroine Series}

November 14, 2014 By Michelle

The My Faith Heroine Series continues today with Asheritah, who tells the incredible story of her modern day faith heroine, Silvia Tarniceriu. Prepare to be impressed…and blessed. And be sure to stop by Asheritah’s place to introduce yourself and say hello. She’s preparing a special Advent devotional especially for you that you won’t want to miss. Stay tuned for details on her blog. 

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Story by Asheritah

Her radiance was simply irresistible.

Moving through the crowd of people, her smile reached the crow’s feet at the corners of her twinkling eyes as she greeted each person with a kind word.

I sighed in the corner, content to watch her interactions with the mob surrounding her.

“Oh Asheritah,” she exclaimed as she walked up to me. “I didn’t see you there! How happy I am to see you!” She wrapped me in an embrace before I could even say “hello,” and instantly a light was kindled in my heart. Just a few moments with this dear woman felt like being in the presence of Jesus.

You may not have heard of her, but to me and many other Romanian young women, Silvia Tarniceriu is a modern hero of the faith.

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The Fellowship of His Sufferings

Silvia had grown up in communist Romania and defied government orders when she continued to teach her Sunday School children about Jesus. Imprisoned for her faith, she was humiliated and tortured, urged day after day to forget her God.

Silvia refused to budge. And the torment increased.

In her memoir, God Knows My Size, she writes how the systematic brainwashing led to a dullness of mind. For months she wasn’t able to remember a single Bible verse or worship song. Despair set in as she fought to keep her dignity and memory.

After she was forced to clean human waste with her bare hands, she tells how she lay on a straw cot and begged desperately for a word from God. And after months of silence, the Word came: “Love your enemies.” Silvia initially fought the command; she begged for a word of encouragement or comfort instead. Yet when no other word came, she obeyed and showed kindness to the prison guards who mocked her.

Instantly, out of nowhere, she heard the words, “He restoreth my soul.” In that moment, the promises of God poured into her heart and lifted her soul soul with an inexplicable lightness. Though she was still behind prison walls, she had been set free.

The Power of His Resurrection

Silvia was eventually released, and she escaped to the United States.

Rather than settle into a comfortable life, Silvia Tarniceriu became a spokesperson for the persecuted church and traveled the world, tirelessly advocating for those who were suffering for the Gospel.

Wherever she went she left a “sweet aroma of the knowledge of Christ.” This was a woman whose daily devotions were no chore but rather a way of life. She spoke fondly of her conversations with her Lord, hand over heart and gaze upward as she retold what her Beloved had shared with her that day.

silviaSilvia’s joy was not quenched by the breast cancer or pancreatic cancer that plagued her body. Year after year she battled one illness after another, continuing to shine the light of Jesus everywhere she went, writing and speaking, urging listeners to receive the grace of Jesus and walk with Him every day.

Joy in Suffering

In the Fall of 2013, Silvia’s health took a turn for the worse. During the last church service she attended, her brothers carried her to the front of the little sanctuary so she could share a few last words with her local congregation.

Tears stung my eyes as I watched this frail woman, wracked with physical agony, beam as she spoke of the joy of the presence of the Lord. She looked lovingly at the congregation torn by frivolous disputes and urged us to be filled with the Spirit, to allow Him to seep into our lives and flow over into love and compassion toward one another.

Even a few days away from death, this dear woman radiated the glory of God. In that musty prison cell years ago, her choice to obey led to the light of heaven flooding her heart, and that experience transformed the rest of her life.

For Silvia, to live was to walk with Christ, and to die was a great gain because she could finally see her Savior face to face and rejoice in His presence.

A Sweet Aroma & Shining Light

Silvia was a shining light not because she was anything special but because she let The Light shine through her, from the way she made a new acquaintance feel at ease, to the way she hosted travelers in her home, to the way she prepared a simple dinner.

And, like her, those who belong to Jesus have His Light in us.

Those who are used most powerfully by God are the women and men who place themselves at His disposal and allow Him to fill them to overflowing.

I learned from Silvia that Jesus invites us to partake of both the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His suffering–and He gives abundant joy in each experience.

Silvia is now worshiping her sweet Jesus unencumbered by physical ailments or vicious prison guards. And she’s part of the great cloud of witnesses urging us to run with perseverance the race set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus. For the joy set before us.

(If you would like to know more about Silvia’s life story, I highly recommend you read her biography God Knows My Size. I had the privilege of working with her on several writing projects, but this book is by far the best rendition of her story. Silvia’s engaging storytelling will make you laugh out loud and weep alongside her as she discovers that the God of the universe cares about her.)

Asheritah profile120Asheritah is a writer, speaker, and blogger at OneThingAlone.com. There she helps overwhelmed women find joy in Jesus through devotionals, videos, and Scripture art. She’s also the author of the upcoming Advent devotional, “Unwrapping the Names of Jesus: Finding Joy in the Gift.” She’d love for you to join her at OneThingAlone.com to share a streusel blueberry muffin and hear your story of faith. [Photo Credit here.]

This post is part of the My Faith Heroine Series in conjunction with the release of
50 Women Every Christian Should Know: Learning from Heroines of the Faith.
Click here to read other posts in the #MyFaithHeroine series. 

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Thinking about writing a book but have absolutely no idea where to begin? Join Chad Allen, Editorial Director of Baker Books, and me for “How to Get Published” – a series of three teleconferences that will cover how to create a strong book concept, how to build your platform and how to write a book proposal. The first session launches Monday, November 17. Click here for details and registration information.

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The Misfit and Her Shepherd {I am a Spiritual Misfit Series}

April 25, 2014 By Michelle

Welcome to the “I am a Spiritual Misfit” Series. Every Friday a guest blogger will write about his or her experience as His Beloved Misfit. This week we welcome Asheritah. I just recently met Asheritah when she joined the Spiritual Misfit launch team, and I am so, so grateful that our paths have crossed. We’ve since had a couple of great conversations — one of which you can watch here on YouTube — and I’ve read quite a bit of her stellar writing on her blog, One Thing Alone.  Today Asheritah writes about embracing her misfitedness and finding her place in the Shepherd’s arms.

 

The three girls stole glances at the boys’ table and then giggled nervously in their little huddle. The blond with the Lisa Frank lunchbox whispered something that made another girl’s face turn red.

I sighed as the drama unfolded before me, looking down at my ham sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap and then to the empty seats surrounding me.

I didn’t belong.

I was only six, but already I was a misfit.

The Making of a Young Misfit

The year after the lunch table incident, my family moved to Romania as missionaries. There I was “the American girl” who couldn’t possibly relate to them because of my “privileged upbringing.”

When we returned to the US on furlough, I was “the strange girl” who talked funny, wore out-of-fashion clothes, and didn’t have any friends.

Throughout my teenage years, I pretended to embrace my identity of misfit because I didn’t want people to pity me. All along, I trembled inside every time I walked into a crowded room, scouting an empty corner to remove myself from the party before someone else would. Sometimes, I still do.

But Jesus came for the misfits.

The Shepherd and the Misfit Sheep

In the gospel of Matthew, we find the beautiful story of a shepherd who leaves 99 sheep behind to go looking for the one sheep who was lost.

We can read that story and judge the sheep for wandering away from the fold. We can shake our heads at her foolishness. Didn’t she know it was dangerous to leave the safety in numbers?

But maybe she didn’t mean to get in trouble. Maybe she grew weary of trying to fit in. Maybe she tried to wiggle her way into the cliques of the 99, only to be rebuffed. Maybe she wandered because she didn’t belong.

Like you and me.

And even though the 99 might not have noticed her absence, the shepherd immediately took note.

He didn’t wait until the other 99 were safe in the pen. No. He left the 99 on the hills and went looking for the one that wandered off.

He knew her. He cherished her. He risked leaving the others untended because he loved her.

And when he found her, he lovingly called her to himself and gathered her in his arms. She belonged with him.

And then this glorious statement: “He is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off” (Matthew 18:13).

Finding My Place in the Shepherd’s Arms

Sometimes I still struggle with feeling like I don’t belong. I still feel trepidation when I look for a seat at a potluck.

But that’s alright. In those moments of insecurity, I’m slowly learning to listen to his gentle voice instead of the cacophony of (mostly imagined) voices telling me I don’t belong.

Friends, Jesus will never leave you nor forsake you. You are not a castoff. You fit right into His arms. And he will gladly go to great lengths to bring you back into the fold.

You are, after all, his beloved misfit.

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AsheritahAsheritah is a Romanian-American blogger who’s married to her middle school sweetheart and has a blast raising their daughter. In between loads of laundry, full-time HR work, and daily chaos, Asheritah blogs at onethingalone.com where she inspires women to sit at the feet of Jesus so they can dwell with God deeply, love others recklessly, and live their lives fully. You can connect with her on her blog, Facebook or Twitter.

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Click here to purchase Spiritual Misfit: A Memoir of Uneasy Faith. 

Click here to print the free Beloved Misfit mini-poster  – a gift for you to hang on the fridge, frame or send to a friend.  

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Friends, I’m also guest-posting over at my dear friend Emily Wierenga’s place today – and she’s giving away a copy of Spiritual Misfit! Stop by and say hi!

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a Triple Type A, “make it happen” (my dad’s favorite mantra) striver and achiever (I’m a 3 on the Enneagram, which tells you everything you need to know), but these days my striving looks more like sitting in silence on a park bench, my dog at my feet, as I slowly learn to let go of the false selves that have formed my identity for decades and lean toward uncovering who God created me to be.

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