.:.Six American Dollars.:.

It’s hard to come out and say this. 

I mean, it is never easy asking for help.

When I was in Bucharest for debrief at the beginning of this month, a squadmate and I walked to find a little street girl he had met the day before to give her some gloves we had. We arrived at the corner and searched for her, but she was nowhere to be found. We noticed a man across the street who was washing people’s windshields for money so we headed over there. After a conversation (charades) had completely in Romanian, we ended up buying him some groceries and somehow agreeing to purchase three puppies from him. We desperately tried to explain that we were travelers and couldn’t take three puppies in our pack, and when the man finally understood, he straight up asked us for twenty lei. Now, it isn’t tough math to figure out that this is equivalent to about 6 american dollars, and he didn’t even blink an eye as he asked. It was as if it was as normal as breathing. I was humbled. I was broken. And he started a chain reaction in my heart. 

One of the most difficult things about being a missionary is raising support. It is also one of the ways that God shows up the most. It is never easy to reach out in faith and ask someone else to provide for your needs, but right now that’s where I’m at. But if that grown man can do it, I can.

So here I am. 

Asking.

I am $3,189.38 short of my fundraising goal and I need a miracle. I need this money to stay on the field and continue to minister to those around me, and to be built into myself. This money will cover my food, lodging, and traveling expenses for the next six months on the race. 

If you could spare even ten dollars it would make a difference in my life.

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