When you skip breakfast and your stomach aches for food.
THAT is the pull of my heart for missions.
When a woman has wanted her whole life to have a child and now is strugglingto.
THAT is the fear inside me that I may not reach my support.
This is not something I want to do, it's something I have to do.
This vision permeates my life.
This means everything to me.
Here is the thing, God has started a work in me, but I know He is not done. He has called some of us to pray, some of us to give and some of us to GO. I am called to GO, but without you, who are called to give and pray I cannot continue to GO.
I have already been abundantly blessed by everyone and to say thank you to you would not be enough. These last few months have changed me in ways that I cannot begin to explain, and for those who have already teamed up with me, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Yesterday we walked for a couple hours around our village, Stejeris. It was snowing, so much that it was hard to see, and the ground was covered in about 2 feet of snow. We were looking for something, as we are every day here. We don’t know what it is we’re looking for, but we look and we wait and we pray every single day. We got to the end of the road and hadn’t found whatever it was we were looking for. We joined hands and prayed in the middle of the street, snow falling, hands freezing, hearts seeking direction from God, and when we finished we decided that instead of turning back we were going to walk through the snow covered corn field.
There was no good reason to walk through that field. But we did, and as we walked I was filled with joy. With each step my legs were covered in snow well up past my boots, but with each step I was sinking deeper into a place of intimacy with Jesus. I started singing songs of worship to my Lord. “Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow…” There was absolutely nothing whiter than that field I was walking through with my sisters. I sang, and laughed, and struggled to keep my balance the whole way through, and when we made it to the other side of the field, laughing and brushing ourselves off, I just had this quiet assurance come over me… I am exactly where I am supposed to be. The Lord confirmed just how true that was just moments later when we met a beautiful old woman named Roseleah. If we hadn’t walked through that field we wouldn’t have come out on the road Roseleah lived on. We wouldn’t have played “charades” trying to communicate with her that we wanted to shovel for her, which somehow lead to us singing the song “Divine Romance” to her, which somehow lead to her warmly inviting us into her home, feeding us chocolate croissants and grape Fanta, and praying and worshiping with her.
None of that would have happened if we would have turned back at the end of the road. None of that would have happened if we hadn’t trekked through that field. None of that would have happened if God didn’t lead us to Romania instead of where we were supposed to go, Bulgaria. None of that would have happened if I hadn’t listened to God when He told me to GO. And none of that would have happened if people like you hadn’t made it possible for me get here.
Vulnerability is scary for me.
I NEED HELP.
I want you all to see my vision for changing lives around the world, and this is my opportunity. If I had the chance to sit with each one of you and pour my heart out about how strongly I feel about this step in my life I would but I can't.
Every time you here numbers and facts around the world about people with AIDS and illnesses. Every time you hear stories about SEX TRAFFICKING and you feel a tug on your heart. Every time you walk into Wal Mart and think of the rest of the world.
LET ME be your hands and feet, JUST as I AM being Christ's hands and feet.
YOU may not be able TO GO,
BUT
YOU can SEND ME OUT.
By supporting me you are being sewn into every mouth being fed,
every miracle we encounter
and every person we show love to.
So please, I am asking in faith. Click the "support me" button on the left side of this page and keep me out here. And ask others to do it too. If I don't get $1,500 in less than 3 weeks,
I WILL GO HOME.
