It’s that time again. The end of the year is nigh. Now is the time when we face ourselves. We look behind and examine who we are, what we have done, how we have done it. Some are instantly filled with bitter regret while others are warm with the pride of a job well done.
This has been a big year for me. It is the year I graduated from college, the year I left on a journey never to return because I will never be who I was. I have been changed from the inside out. I have been stretched, shaken, and stirred.
I have looked the worst of poverty strait in the face. I have held tight abandoned children, with a hope that my love could make a difference, knowing there was little hope for them to ever find a family. I have seen passion like no other, a willingness to be put in jail, beaten, and persecuted for the sake of Christ. I have joined in these efforts, putting myself in danger as well. I have ministered to prostitutes, hoping to build a relationship that would result in freedom, walked through unbearable darkness, trusting that the light of Christ in me would pierce through.
Many tears have been shed because more than anything this year has left me grieved. All I can do some days is cry out to Jesus, that my legs could keep moving, that my heart could keep fighting for all of these people that have yet to know Him. Desperation fills my veins, flowing through me, making its way to the marrow. Yes, this longing for others to know Jesus is no longer just in my spirit, it is in my very bones. It is physical.
I am only half way through this journey, and now face the risk of being sent home. And though I know that I can make a difference in my hometown, I know that God is not finished with me yet. I still have 5 more countries to travel to, in which to make a difference. I need $4,200 in order to do that, to stay on The World Race. Please help me to keep fighting for the lost by supporting me through your prayers and donations. If you wish to donate, go to the support me button on the left side of the page!
