1.18.18
Halfway. It’s official. In under 5 months, I will be looking down the dash of my car driving who knows where doing who knows what. Probably arguing about driving, or cooking with coconut oil instead of olive oil, or something I myself will not care about or remember in a month, year, ten years, 100 years, or the age of the universe. For now, I am here — whether that be taken literally or philosophically is up to you — because now is an inherently finite thought. Currently, I call the hills of Chimaltenango, Guatemala my home.
The idea of home metastasizes itself in a variety of manners. Believe me, I’ve written page after page of what its like to miss a home-cooked meal. For this, I’ve more or less learned the less is more lesson. Which is why I am going to keep this one short and honest.
“Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.”
Philippians 4:5-6
Fundraising has been something of a constant in my prayers for the past year. As much as I see the beauty in this, sometimes it can be daunting. Though I pray about it and offer all I can, I know nothing I do compares to the provision God can provide. In saying that, there is always a practical side of prayer. God desires our prayers. He listens intently like children sharing secrets with a string and two tin-cans. God doesn’t expect us to sit idly, watching his plans unfold. He is more like whatever grade that taught you, your teachers are not your parents, and whatever mess you make is your responsibility.
Fundraising is my responsibility, but I have no doubt that God will provide through whatever means he chooses.
To get logistical, my official final deadline is January 29, 2018. Which means I have to raise $1,800 in 11 days. Believe me, it is a daunting task, but, as a child of my circumstances, God has allowed me to meet all kinds of people from all walks of life in my short twenty-something lifetime. Knowing this, if everyone who reads this blog would donate anywhere between $5-20 (or however much you desire) I could be fully funded overnight.
Thanks in advance, and to all remember, “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”
p.s. thanks mom for the verses. love you. you really are a stellar human, and i miss your gumbo.
