So.
Here we are again.
Blinking cursor begging me, taunting me even, to write something.
Why is it so difficult for me to put my soul on paper (computer screen)?
I don’t really know.
So I guess I’ll just write.
Forgive the Donald Miller-esque stream of consciousness this may turn out to be.
Though I can promise, it will probably not be as witty, nor as Jesus-focused.
Umm.. Yeah.
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It is 10:55pm here in Romania.
Thanksgiving day.
American Thanksgiving, that is.
My very first encounter with green bean casserole was successful.
Hello, my name is Allison and I’m Canadian.
YES, for the millionth time, we do indeed have Thanksgiving in Canada.
It’s just in October.
Praying for the meal.
Our amazing table.
There are five of my squadmates and one new British friend hanging out in the gigantic living room we’ve been blessed with this month.
We’re currently jamming to some Kanye, courtesy of Steven Reed.
This month has been about stripping.
Haha.
Yeah I’m just gonna let that one sit there for a minute…
Okay, for real though,
God has been stripping away all the things I hold onto, all the things that I find comfort in.
And it has been surprisingly easy so far.
Like I said in my last blog, I’ve got Joooooyyyy.
And it really has been my strength this month.
Not that this month has been particularly strenuous at all…
But God has been stripping away things like
Fear.
Doubt.
Independence.
Lies.
Annnddd a bunch of other things I can’t think of right now.
And it’s been challenging for sure, but so so good.
It’s like, for the first time in my entire Christian life,
I can actually say that I TRUST my God.
I trust that what He says is true.
And it has been so powerful to hear Him whisper promises and truth to me through my teammates and even just in my quiet time.
So, He’s replacing what He has stripped away with things like:
Trust.
Joy.
Thankfulness (See how I tied that in? I give you permission to be impressed)
Peace.
All the warm and fuzzy things that Christians like to talk about.
Nat Reeves. One of my favs.
Over the last day, I’ve stayed huddled in my crib (it’s a legit crib. Not even kidding. Only on the WR) reading the book “Kisses from Katie” which is a blog turned story, about this girl and her amazing life. (Check it right hurr.)
I’ve followed this blog for about a year and a half and just found out yesterday that her book was out. So, I naturally stole someone’s kindle and read it in one day.
It’s basically this story of a girl who falls in love with an African nation and moves there permanently to care for orphans (which makes her heart burn), widows, or anyone in need.
To those who know me,
does this sound at all familiar?
This girl, Katie, is basically living my DREAM life.
And reading through her stories made me long to be in Africa again.
There were parts of the book where she describes the landscape, or how the kids run up and grab your clothing or your hand like you’ve known them forever,
and I literally had to stop reading because I thought my heart might just beat out of my chest.
I don’t think anyone really understands how much I love Africa.
Except Katie.
I think her and I would be best friends.
I’m proclaiming it in Jesus’ name.
Yep.
Anyway.
I adore Africa more than life.
I physically ache for the day when I can be on a plane headed to my beloved dusty, red continent.
Oh wait.
That’s 18 days away.
AND I. AM. SO. EXCITED.
I feel like God has got big things for me in Africa.
Like, REALLY big things.
Stooookked.
Anyway. If you’ve made it this far, I’m impressed.
I’ll probably delete this blog later so as to maintain my reputation as a pensive, smart blogger.
Umm..
The end?
