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There is more to life.

Everything reminds me of Haiti.... I see the kids faces everywhere, sounds odd I know. I was there only for a short time but it changed my life. All I know is that God is good....all the time. I know God has wonderful plans for me and for Haiti. I know I will be returning there next year. You know what's awesome? In January, when I was planning my trip to Indonesia, already contacted the orphanage I was going to work at and all, wise people have asked me if I was ready for this...of course, me...the adventurous one said "of course." then they told me about a few missionaries who had a burning feeling, a strong passion to be a missionary... And I had to think about it. This trip to Haiti was awesome.. Because the other day I was praying, praying for clarity and direction... And I had "that" feeling. I couldn't sit still... I wanted to be with children no matter where. This trip God showed me that because of my up bringing in an orphanage, I can relate to any child in the world, whether I speak the language or not. Cool huh? I think so. But that strong passion is definitely from God, I've been battling emotions ever since we got back, I've been having emotional roller coasters and occasional doubts...in the end the conclusion is....God is good and His plan for me is good too.
My heart is totally Haiti right now....next summer can't come soon enough. I love my family here...they are the most important people in my life, but this place, this "American dream" life is driving me crazy! However, I know that everyone needs Jesus, everyone needs love. So I need to show that here where I am placed...bloom where I am planted.

"Hands raised and reaching. Desperate. In one scene, starving people hoping to be handed a box of rice and beans, or a bottle of water. In the other scene, starving souls reaching to the heavens hoping for a touch of God to quench their spiritual thirst. Both are real needs. The first satisfies for a fee hours. The second satisfies forever."

"what is deprivAtion to the sense nourishes and strengthens faith. The less there is for the senses the more there is for the soul"

Remember: God is good....al the time and He is always enough.

Don't ignore Gods calling for you, listen and obey. You have a burning passion for missions or kids? Pray and be patient...don't complain where God has you right now...know that His plans for you are good, just like He is.

There is more to life.

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