Today is the last entry in Twelve Days of Blogging. I realize those of you who subscribe to my blog might be unaware of the reason behind the sudden burst of blogs. I have endeavored to blog every day for twelve days straight (and pulled it off I might add, with a minor hiccup). Alas, all good things must come to an end.
In the interest of being forthright, I’ll put right out there. I need help. I am in the middle of month seven, and I have need a fair chunk to be fully funded, $5,137.31 to be precise. I think technically the deadline was the first (whoops), but we won’t dwell on that. If I’m unable to reach the final amount needed, I’ll be coming home. I’m not sure when, but that much I know is inevitable. And if I’m being really honest, that was looking like a pretty good option last month. I was tired. Tired of asking for money. Tired of holding babies. Tired of feeling useless (happens more than you’d think). For a brief moment in time I figured I could not fundraise and go home early. Heck of a lot easier than sticking it out. But where’s the fun in that???
No matter what I feel, or what it looks like, I know one thing. I know that God called me on this trip. I remember that moment in my friend Mayda’s living room when she showed me the website. She stepped out for a couple minutes. I watched the video. I started crying. I had asked God two weeks before to show me my next move. I had my answer. Which leads me to this place. I’m asking if you’ll support me for the rest of this journey God has called me to. I’m not asking because I want you to support the cause or the ministry. I’m asking for me. Will you support me as I seek God and His call on my life?
If you feel so led, there’s a nifty little link to the left labeled… wait for it…. “support me”. Betcha didn’t see that one coming, did ya? Did I also mention it’s my birthday in a week? Hint hint. Although that might be laying it on just a little thick. So I’ll end it there. I’ll keep it classy.
Thanks for reading!
