Dear Friends, Family, and Friendly Strangers
Ok so I know that I said that I would never write another
funds blog, but this isn’t really a funds blog per say… As you know I had to
travel home this past week to attend my grandfather’s funeral. Because of this
added expense I need to raise additional funds…. Family emergencies aren’t
included in the price. Anywho i thought I would let you guys know, and if you
are able to donate it would be greatly appreciated.
So the question everyone’s asking- how am I- well lets see.
Right now I’m on another plane, somewhere over Russia, I’m tired, and I don’t
know what day it is. Honestly it was a bit strange being back in my family. If
I woke up with my team I would have no trouble at all believing it was all a
dream. But I do that, I zone out when times are hard, it helps me deal.
Oh yes, after prayer and consideration, and a little help
from some friends in Coweta-Im headed back to the field. I felt that missing a
whole month would be difficult on my team as well as on my journey. Truth is
there’s a lot that God still needs to hammer out in me. God called me to this
Race, and while I do feel that God took me on a slight detour, He wants me on
this Race.
Oh Coweta- the sweet town I grew up in- how my heart breaks
for you. It overwhelms me when I see and hear the hurt, the guilt, the
brokenness, the feelings of “no one else cares” and “there’s nothing I can do.”
I wish I could take every single one of you by the hand and tell you how
stinkin amazing you are, how precious and treasured you are by God, and of the
good plans that He has for you. I wish you could see the light, feel His deep,
intense love for you, and trust that with Him you are most valuable and strong
enough to do anything!
During my time in Coweta I realized that there are so many
genuine hurts and scars that I just don’t have a Christianese answer for. A lot
of times I think to myself- yep that really does suck, and there’s nothing I
can do about it. I can’t make it better. I can’t rewind time and undo the hurt,
no matter how much I’d love to. And I can’t fix anyone. As I flew over Tulsa at
6am and saw millions of tiny sparkling lights I realized how very small I am.
Tulsa is only one little city in this great big world, and the sound of
hundreds of people crying went through my head, and I wondered how God does it.
Then, as I flew over the clouds and the sun exploded over the horizon- in just
one of His endless displays of beauty- I realized I serve a God that causes the sun to rise
and set, that holds this universe in the palm of His hand, that came and
suffered unimaginable pain so He could look us in the eye and say “I
understand.”
To those of you who say that everywhere is a mission field,
that Coweta is a mission field- to you I say you are quite right, and that’s
amazing that you feel called to Coweta! Now what are you going to do about it?
And to the spirit of “I’ll do it tomorrow” I rebuke in Jesus’ name. Speak life.
Feed the hungry. Care for orphans and widows. Let God use you, today.
You are loved. You are God’s child- royalty. You have been
given grace and forgiveness.
You are loved.
