Goodbye Hope Mountain, Goodbye month one.
To: Hope Mountain
That is wild to say, my perception of time is so warped hah. Month one was restful and empowering, I can’t put into words how thankful I am. I’m gonna miss my new home on that mountain of hope. Miss waterfall showers, Elva (the wild cook), miss her mockery and warmth, the homey feel of pouring rain, running and tripping down the stairs to breakfast, living in a real life jungle! gosh, i loved it there. I’m praying that angels protect hope mountain.
To: hearts in Moca,
Within the last week we drove to Moca and walked around inviting families to the church to pick up food and clothes. The damage of Hurricane Maria was devastating, houses were flooded, waves like tsunami waves flooded Moca. Houses got swept away. People climbed, climbed onto tin roofs, for survival. Heartbreaking. So we walked and prayed. Prayed for peace and restoration and hope in ways I could never tangibly provide for them. keep Moca on your hearts.
To: the women of Puerta Plata. The strength of womanhood in this community is beautiful and empowering. They spend their days selflessly, hand washing the entire family’s laundry, cooking and cleaning day in and day out. Breaking their bodies and dreams to fulfill the needs of their children. That’s sacrifice.
To: the WOMEN of the world!
I pray Proverbs 31 over you.
May you wear clothe your bodies with strength and dignity.
God, give her the fruit of her hands and let her works praise her in the gates of heaven. May you see yourself the way God sees you. I pray for the day that I meet and celebrate these hardworking, enduring women of power and perseverance and strength.
To: God, you’re inspiring me like crazy
Reading Romans and paralleling it with the Message bible with my girl lillabea on some concrete outside of our hostel in Boca Chica, sitting there digesting mind-blowing and earth-shattering words and realizations and conversations over the city as the night life passes us by.
Romans “God pays no attention to what others say or (what you think about) you. He makes up HIS OWN MIND.”
This is blowing my mind. He is the first inventor, the first creator. He spoke the sky, the ocean, and LIFE! He is the creator of creation, he had no foundation to be inspired from other than his own magical mind. He created creativity. Human inspiration is molded and manifested based off something that was already created, we use our minds and hands and voices to create something God created first. We were created to create. Created to inspire. Think about this, the gravity of this.
It only makes sense. Nothing can taint truth. Nothing I say or do or believe will change truth. A life-giving truth that was spoken onto paper thousands of years ago and is still real and relevant and overwhelming, gosh the bible is alive.I want to live my life for something real and meaningful, a life that God gave me and chose me to live for.
Ah I want more. I want to live and love creatively.
Adventurously immersed, chasing after life, chasing after love, chasing after a limitless God. That’s where I’m at.
