Welcome to Kindle!

Things have gotten pretty exciting around my house over the past few weeks and for good reason too.

Drumroll please!

The Chronicles of the Sword of the Kings, book 1; The Sword of Teneraz is now officially available for KINDLE!

You can make your purchase on Amazon.com,

and please don't forget to help me out by writing a review!

Each review my books receive helps to skyrocket my sales rank on Amazon and provide me with more sales. This means that I can afford to spend more of my time writing stories for all of you.

Aside from publishing through Kindle, I have also updated the cover for TSOT and made some minor content revisions (all improvements). This includes some fancy fixes to the previous map!

So you may want to look into that out as well!

Please go check it out, order a copy,

and keep tuned in for word on where you can purchase book 2; The Wolves of Langoor in the upcoming weeks!

Assr vísa ykkar brand.

(May God guide your sword.)

Elizabeth Marie Kauffman

Don't Look Back Now

Have you ever heard that saying: "Don't look back, that's not where you're going"?

I think that that is one of the saddest sayings in the world....

I was just looking back through a bunch of pictures from over the past year. So often I ask myself why I can't go back to the way that things used to be. When my life was driven by the next homework assignment to be submitted and the next time that I could get together with my best friend for a movie night.

Sometimes, I really miss those days. Oh, how I miss those days!

It is so easy to live a life of reminiscence; a life of regret, remorse, and deep longing to go back to the good old days when you were "carefree and happy."

It is so easy to live life looking ahead at the future; always dreaming about the next thing, always hoping, and living in a fantasy world that will only disappoint and not be everything that you expect.

It is so easy to live life in any tense but the present.

To be sitting at my desk, writing this blogpost, and knowing that right here is where I was meant to be. No where else.

To pull together my history and who it has made me and my dreams and who I wish to become and to knit them both together into a neat little pattern that makes me who I am now.

God is the God of my past; He created me and guided me to this place. He is the God of my future; He holds it in the palm of His hand.

And He is the God of my present; this is where He has me now, He has given me this moment and He asks me what I am going to do with it.

I can throw the present away wishing for better days long gone.

I can pass it by while daydreaming of what is yet to come.

Or, I can hold on to it and make it worth every second, every moment spent.

God has invested this time in me.

He could have chosen someone else.

He could have created someone else.

But He didn't... He chose to invest Himself in my life.

What return can I give back to Him?

Assr vísa ykkarr brand.

(May God guide your sword.)

Elizabeth Marie Kauffman

Some Good Things Really Stink

Seriously, has anyone noticed how bad aloe vera smells? About twice a day I have a battle between what my nose and therefore my gut can handle and how bad the pain and flaking redness on my shoulders actually is. Usually the pain and flaking redness wins and I just suffer through the application and hope that the smell disappears really fast.

I've been posting a lot of my deep, internal thoughts lately, but now I thought that I should update you all a little bit on what I'm doing outside of the emotional and spiritual realm.

Well, so you may have already picked up by now, but I am currently in Nicaragua.

Have been for the last month and a half almost, and I don't leave for another, oh, over a month and a half more.

My job here is to create the content for a website that the ministry REAP Granada is having designed to show their supporters what they have been doing. This includes taking pictures, filming and editing videos, and doing some writing.

My time here has been absolutely incredible so far! God has been teaching me so much in so many ways, I have made some pretty amazing new friends, and my thirst for adventure has been ignited to the max. Not to mention that this has given me a chance to use my photography for something meaningful and important. 

Some of my favorite photography experiences so far have included watching the natural environment of the Pacific Ocean, volcanos, and a rainforest, but also street photography of the buildings, the lives, and the culture here, and (probably the one that I hold dearest) getting to take pictures at a jail. 

I'm a people watcher and storyteller at heart.

Leave me alone in a mall for an hour and I will have the backstory, hopes, dreams, aspirations, and ancestry figured out for the people standing across from me. We pass by so many people on the street, I'm always wondering what lives they hold and what their stories are.

I try to pull this mentality into my photography as well.

You'll have to tell me whether I succeed or not.

In the midst of taking pictures, shadowing the missionaries around, and experiencing the culture of Nicaragua, I have succeeded in scorching both of my shoulders and the tip of my nose during a two hour ride in the back of a truck followed by a walk on the beach to get a bunch of pictures. Although I had thought that I had been smart and put sunscreen on, apparently it wasn't quite enough as the worst sunburn I have had in my entire life can act as proof. Now, despite the awful stench (that reminds me a whole lot of what vomit smells like), aloe vera has become my best friend. The bottle of "Darmacare Gel De Zabila Aloe Vega Gel 100% puro" migrates around my room with me, remaining within arms reach at nearly all times.

I'm going to end this post on these notes:

1. I am having a wonderful time in Nicaragua stretching myself, learning new lessons, and using my talents to bring God glory.

2. Never underestimate the power of the sun and especially, never underestimate the soothing powers that something of seemingly toxic smell may have. "Don't judge at first whiff" if you will. 

Assr vísa ykkar brand.

(May God guide your sword.)

Elizabeth Marie Kauffman

 

The Naked Warrior

A door in Granada, Nicaragua

I've been on this earth twenty years, five months, two weeks, and six days today. That may seem like a long time to some of you, while to most I'm still just starting out. But if there is one thing that I've learned during my twenty years, five months, two weeks, and six days alive, it's how much God desires  for His children to trust fully and completely in Him, to depend solely on Him and on nothing else.

It feels like about every other month I have to relearn that lesson of trust.

Each time takes me one tiny level deeper into knowing who God is and who I am in Him.

And yet within another month I will take a step back from where He wants to take me.

Why do I do this?

It makes no sense, and yet it happens with a faithful routine.

Then God patiently picks me back up when I've lost all hope and turned away from who He is. He squeezes my hand gently to get my attention and ushers me back to the path towards true comprehension and understanding.

You see, He loves us enough to stop, reprimand, and prod us forward.

He isn't content to let us remain in a content, comfortable, simi-happy state. He wants so much more for our lives.

I have come to recognize that each step that I take towards understanding His vision for my life, His vision for all mankind, I have had to give up something within myself.

I must give up comfort and familiarity.

I must give up security.

I must give up my image, what people think of me.

I must give up my dreams, my goals.

My control over situations went clean out of the window.

It's painful to be stripped down to the core of your being, to lose everything that you had built up around you as the armor of your identity.

These are things that you learn as a baby, things that new experiences, changes, traumas, delights, or rewarding situations teach you slowly, steadily.

Like a soldier we wear our identities like a shield. We use our dreams, goals, and control as weapons to fend off the strange, mysterious, and insecure.

We claim that we go into battle for Christ.

But God asks us to strip of our armor. Right there in the middle of the field, He asks us to throw away our weapons and then continue our march into battle.

Our natural response is that He's crazy. He must not really mean what He's asked.

Photo by Scott Kennedy ( http://chirpingmug.com/ )

We may obey, but we also try to get away with as little as we can. We drop one piece of armor, but keep the most important, most vital, pieces. But God pushes gently, and we drop another piece, but we keep our weapons.

But what God desires is for us to willingly, and happily drop both armor and weapons at His first request and then not walk, but run into the battle field.

Do we have so little faith that we cannot believe that He has everything under control, even when we do not?

Do we forget so easily everything that He has done, that we do not remember how He can swoop down and rescue us in a moment's time?

I have spent the past month in a culture where most people do not not share a common language with me. All of my life I have trained myself that I must push myself out of my comfort zone in order to talk more with others, to be bubbly and social, and attempt to be the life of the party. But now I can't. Although I've been trying to learn the language, I am unable to confidently speak much more than the courteous "Hola. Come estes?" "Moi bien, y tú?" "Bien, gracias."

God has brought me to a place where I must learn to find my confidence in something other than how many sentences I feel that I have added to a conversation.

You see, God likes to strip us down to our very core, the base of who we are, and then He reconstructs us. He changes who we think we are into who He knows we are. The past year has been a series of demolitions of myself.

Now He is clearing the ground and readying the foundation to be poured.

I stand defenseless in enemy territory.

I stand defenseless, but not undefended.

Assr vísa ykkarr brand.

(May God guide your sword.)

Elizabeth Marie Kauffman

Sí, I'm Not Your Typical Missionary

I was raised in a missionary household.

My parents were missionaries.

My sister became a missionary and is always heading off to some third world country or other.

I have desired for missions and tried to seek it out in my own life.

Mostly because I thought that it was what I was supposed to do.... Like I wasn't being a good Christian if I didn't go on at least one missions trip.

And yet, for whatever reason, God has always kept the door to foreign missions closed to me.

I came to the conclusion in high school that this was because I wasn't called to that sort of missions work. I was supposed to head to Hollywood instead and reach out to the people there.

Through the end of high school and college I did so with a burning passion in my heart. But now, for the time being, God has closed that door as well....

I left LA with no direction where I was supposed to head.

I prayed and prayed for guidance.

As God has promised, it came, but it came in a way that I had not expected.

It came with a three month trip to a third world country, helping missionaries.

I was excited but a little confused why God would take me to the mission field now, after I had tried without open doors for so many years. But my heart is in a different place this time. I did not seek this trip, God brought it to me. I did not accept it because I thought it was something a "good Christian girl" was supposed to do, I did it because I knew that it was what God wanted me to do.

The more I'm out here, the more I realize that I am not a "missionary" in the most widely accepted definition of the word. If I'm tired at all, or have been swamped with too many people at one time, I can be less than the type of person who draws everyone in and makes them smile. I'm not super talkative, and I usually prefer to spend time with animals than people.

This is just who I am.... Who God made me.

I can push and squeeze myself as much as I want to try and fit into that mold, but I would be neglecting the strengths that God has given me.

For one, I'm a photographer.

I love to inspire people.

I am a storyteller. Whether it be writing, or taking photos, my desire is to tell a story.

This is my mission field.

And so, after watching the missionaries at work here in Nicaragua, and spending an evening in despair that I could not achieve the things that they were, God sat me down and reminded me of what He had once taught me.... That He does not make everyone with the same strengths and gifts.

That is not how the body of Christ works.

He has given me talents that I can and should use for His glory.

Some people are great as missionaries and ministers in foreign countries and people groups.

Some are better prayer warriors.

Some are givers.

Others (like me) are created to perform arts, write stories, and inspire people by showing them truth, goodness, and beauty.

God has brought me to Nicaragua to seek Him, to help the missionaries, and to take photos and write stories that will honor Him, and inspire others to live a life wholly pleasing to Him.

Assr vísa ykkarr brand.

(May God guide your sword)

ElizabethMarieKauffman

My Perspective is Best

An airplane is like a giant, magical time and dimension traveler.... A portal to a different planet other than your own.

It takes us out of our comfort zone and puts us into someone else's life until we get back into the plane and travel back to the safety of the familiar.

While you are on the plane, or waiting in an airport terminal, no outside time exists. It is as if your life before that point was merely a dream, and life after is some phantom emotion that isn't quite within your grasp. 

You can't tell whether you truly exist or not....

You cease to be yourself.

You live in a dream.

You have stepped into the unknown.

Suddenly you bond with your fellow travelers as though you were the last people on the planet.

You don't know their name. Sometimes you don't ever say a word.

And yet you look upon their face as a comrade in your trek,

a friendly soul who shares your portal, and so, perhaps a corner of your life, your heart, your hopes.

One of my favorite things on an airplane is to look around at my fellow travelers

and try to deduce what their story is based upon what I observe.

I will never know if I came to the right conclusion of who they are, but it opens my eyes,

makes me look twice at the people around me.

Not just the people in that airplane, but everyone that I come into contact with.

That raving mad driver?

Did a loved one just die? Did he/she lose their job? Has he/she lost all hope in life?

That snobby waitress?

Has everything been going wrong for her today? Is she perplexed with life and can't seem to find any answers in the midst of amounting trials? 

You have very distinct thoughts that flow through your brain.

You have convictions that stem from your past struggles, triumphs, and pains.

We are so certain that what we feel and believe is the absolute truth and there is no other way.

We turn up our noses at the thought that someone else might have a different take on our favorite Bible verse, one that is equally as good and true as our own.

But I have to wonder what the world would be like if everyone brought together their unique perspectives and fit them together like a puzzle.

If we could do that, would we be able to obtain a so much truer vision of who Christ is?

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Assr vísa ykkarr brand.

(May God guide your sword)

ElizabethMarieKauffman

2014: The Year Of Exploration

It's a new year....

Somehow there is always the feeling of a fresh start on January 1st.

It's like you have the whole world before you. You can forget all of your mistakes the year before and try again.

... But this year I realize that some things can't be shaken off.

Everything that you experience will always be a part of you, no matter how hard you try to hide them.
Scars to your heart will always smart a little when rediscovered and played with.
2013 brought so many joys to my life. So many delightful adventures and new friends made.
It also brought pain, uncertainty, and more stress than I had ever before felt.

There were moments of laying in the grass, looking up at the stars and everything was right.
Everything was as it should be and I could just feel God right there with me, smiling with me and holding me in His arms. Together we would laugh at some shared secret as I skipped through the woods and hummed a song stuck in my head.

Those moments I will always cherish.

Then there were the other moments....

The moments I wish to forget. And yet, I don't want to forget them. They have matured me, taught me things that will only enhance my writing.

What is life without the hardships? The sudden drops from joy to terror?

I take comfort that through everything I can trust that God is right there... holding me close to His heart. Even when I don't feel Him. When his voice cannot be heard. I revel in the knowledge that even there... in the pits of human emotions, He still stays by my side and guides my steps.
Sometimes all I have to do is stop asking questions and be still.

This last year had so many twists in my journey.

I started out with Hollywood as my goal.

I end
with God as my goal.

I have come to the realization that if I am to be His tool, I must stop making plans for myself.
I dream. I hope.
I pray.
And I let go and trust.

It's a new goal for life. A new way to look at the world.
If you can achieve it, it is a life without stress, anxiety, and despair because in all things, you know that God is in control.
In all things, His hand is at work.

It's how I want to live.

I am still a long ways away from reaching this point.

But as I look ahead to this year, I think I will get some good opportunities to practice.

From taking a missions trip to Nicaragua for three months February through April,
to having no clue what will be happening after June... or even how I will make the money I need to live.

It will be a year of adventure and learning to trust.

A year of writing, and following where God leads.

It will be,
a year to grow.


Assr vísa ykkarr brand.
(May God guide your sword)

Elizabeth Marie Kauffman

On The Road

You Can Never Water That Career Plant Too Much! (I said)

There's no way around it. We live in a NOW generation. 

We think that we are entitled to living a life of a certain standard and get angry when the plans we have for our careers don't seem to be happening fast enough, if at all.

I'm a culprit of this mentality just as much as the next person.

I've always been one to jump off of the deep end into anything that I do.

I learned to sew by starting on a full medieval dress.

I learned to play piano by working out the fingering for Disney's Sleeping Beauty "Once Upon a Dream" song and then quickly moved into writing stuff of my own.

I started in the film industry by moving out to LA at the age of nineteen....

Not only that, I started by expecting that the month after my internship I would find a great job as an intern or maybe an art PA on films, television shows, music videos... or maybe I might start on commercials for a short while before those doors opened up.

I have carefully planted the seed of my career and have been watering it faithfully a dozen times a day.

Every time I come back to check on my plant I shake my head with a "tsk, tsk" and dump another can of water over it's poor little, limp head.

But I'm realizing that life doesn't work this way.

I'm only nineteen, folks. Big surprise, I don't have my life all together yet! I'm pretty sure I know the general direction that I'm headed with my career, but the path of getting there takes a whole lot of time, effort, and patience (something of which I am lacking).

I was talking with a new, but great friend and mentor that I have made out here who is also letting me intern part time with her in her art studio and she was giving me advice about making it in the industry (as both she and her husband have done a lot of incredible things in the entertainment and art industries). What she told me was: 

1 - I need more training. I'm competing with people out here who have four or six year degrees. 

People might not look much at your diploma in the film industry, but they sure do look at how much experience you have and what work you've done. 

2 - I'm still really young. Most people aren't going to hire a nineteen year old (even if I am almost twenty).... Big shocker. Really, it kind of was. Although it shouldn't have been. I have this mentality that "well, I'm not like other nineteen year olds who just want to party and won't take their career seriously, so of course they want to hire me!" Problem is, no one else knows this. They just see another nineteen year old youngster (or, shoot, even twenty year old youngster) standing next to the older, more mature, more responsible, more experienced options.

3 - I kind of have this thirst for adventure. Since 1 - I need more experience and 2 - I'm still young, why don't I go have some adventures?? My friend told me all about the months that she spent traveling Europe and staying in hostels. She said that I should do something like that, even if just around the U.S. for lack of money....

Boy, do I love the sound of that!

So what should I do?

Part of me still is like "No! This is my one chance at making a life for myself in the industry!" (turn on the faucet and stick the watering can beneath), "I need to get going with my life! I can't stop now to study more" (carry the watering can out to the flower bed) "or just have an adventure–even if it could spark more creative juices for my writing" (dump the water and watch the plant tremble beneath the overbearing weight).

Like that plant, I am still young and frail. I have always thought of myself as so strong, able to handle hard circumstances. But I'm not. I'm only as strong as the circumstances that I've been through have made me, and to be honest, compared to a lot of people I have lived a very sheltered life.

Yes, God has given me all of the tools that I have needed to keep strong and grounded in Him up to this point. But I feel that the difficulties and trials are about to get exponentially bigger. Maybe it's now that God wants to provide me with the next set of tools that I need to build a firmer foundation in Him.

Lord only knows.

Assr vísa ykkarr brand.

(May God guide your sword.)

Elizabeth Marie Kauffman

My first Vlog in LA