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You give and take away....

....and I will chose to say "Blessed be Your name."

Sunday service wasn't the same without the loud Ugandan music, people dancing, kids on every side, and a lot of clapping. It wasn't the same.

Just seven days ago, my feet were covered in red dirt. Just seven days ago I loved on Grace, I watched a little girl get on her knees, with arms raised high praying for me at my feet. Just served days ago...

It's sinking in...I'm not where I want to be. I'm not doing what I want to do. God has given me the people to love and He's taken it away once again. First my beautiful Haiti, now this...yet I will chose to say "Blessed be Your name."

Although it is hard...I must. I must not get so wrapped up into what I can't do now and where I can't be now that I forget my mission field right here, right where I live. I must not love my people in Uganda and Haiti so much that I forget to love the people right in front of me. I must not get so dissatisfied with where I'm at that I become ineffective for His kingdom here. I must not.

I must pray. I must give Him praise. I must lift His name higher. I must cling to Him tighter.

Yes He gives-He gave me the kids and the people to fall in love with. He's been opening my heart for the people of the world to fall in. And yes He takes away-at the moment, I can't hear their voices an i can't see their faces. I can't heart their hearts, but I can lift their names to Jesus.

Today was a bit tough. A lot tough. Memories flood my mind and my heart aches...

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    1. eduardo! Thank you so much for reading my blogs! It really makes me happy! God bless your soul!

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  2. I'm struggling with the same thing especially with the mission that is all around me. Thanks for posting this!

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