I remember reading WR blogs a year ago about people asking for funding because they were coming up on their final deadline.
I remember thinking how scary that would be…to be four months into the best adventure serving our Lord and being told you have to go home.
I remember thinking about them and talking to our Father for them, hoping that they get to stay out there and keep serving.
Here it is a year later, and I’m that person. I’m that person that is facing going home. I’m that person who is four months in and may have to say goodbye.
But I’m not scared anymore, I have so much faith that what is supposed to happen will. Our Father is a good good Father. He loves us so much and constantly strives for our heart and our trust.
These past four months, He gained both of those and more. I’ve handed Him my depression and my fear of love, I’ve given Him my complete trust.
If I go home, that’s okay. Because that’s where He needs me.
Do I want to go home? No. But giving Him my complete trust is trusting that even going home is according to His plan.
This has been the craziest, hardest, most rewarding four months.
I’ve fallen in love with cultures, people, food, animals, and most importantly, Him.
There are days that I feel like I can fly and days I feel like I can cry.
But I’ve learned in every moment, to turn to Him. To ask Him for guidance and to lead my feet. I truly believe I’m supposed to be where I am and I need your help to stay here. Please, if you feel as if He’s leading you to donate, hit the “donate” button. Join our Father and me on this trip!
**Because I’m in Vietnam there were certain words I could not say, if something’s sound strange, that is why!
