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My bracelets, my life...

"Oh where is this one from?"
"How do you make these?"
"Who gave them to you?"
"Why do you have so many?"

Favorite questions.

I wear my bracelets for a reason. Each one has a meaning. It seems silly really, to have so many on at once, but I can't depart from them. Each bracelet stands for something, makes me think of someone who I need to lift up in prayer. A few of them were just bought on the streets, but I remember the face of the woman who I gave money for the bracelets, I remember my surroundings, I remember the smells and I hear the noise-Uganda. One of them was from a friend, and I remember the night it was given to me-Haiti.

I wear 8 bracelets on my left wrist and one long one on my right, all a mix from both countries that have captured my heart...

How do you live here while longing to be there? Its beyond me.

The bracelets are great conversation starters. I get to talk about Jesus everyday, I get to share His love for the people of the world, and I get to share what He's done in my life. This week God opened up my eyes to how He has been using me here in California-I really needed that. At work my after school girls who are 7-9 years old, always ask me why I have so many bracelets. I tell them about my friends that I have made, I tell them about the children that live in my heart...it's all worth it. Those little eyes look up at me in awe of how many children got fed in Uganda, those little ears listen to me as I tell them my worries about Haiti and the hurricane they have experienced, those little hands touch the bracelets....lives are changed, eyes are opened. It might not be now, but the seed is planted. Those girls will remember the stories and my bracelets-they will look back and say "Praise God." I just know it.

so yes, my bracelets=my life.

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