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The question....

"So where will you be going next summer? Haiti or Uganda?" 

A punch in the stomach and heart sinks.

As I share how God has blessed me by taking me to these foreign lands, how He has opened up my heart to the people, how He has put children in my path to love and to care for; people ask this dreaded question that I don't want to answer.

"...which country..?"

I know God is sovereign. I know that He will have me where He needs me. I know He will show me.

In the past I've noticed God doesn't give me clear signs necessarily, but He does bring me to my knees in desperate need of Him. I think that's a beautiful place to be at. Not just when you're lost or confused, but everyday.

For the past couple of weeks, I've been thinking a lot about this most asked question. Honestly, I don't have an answer. I don't know how one decides, or will I even have to choose? Ultimately its what Jesus wants, His will be done. He will tell me where to go.

I admit, its not easy to be in love with two places at once. Its not easy to have friends in both places with whom you talk to nearly everyday, it is sure not easy to remember the faces of the children you've met-each memory squeezes your heart.

I am on the lookout for a door to push wide open and run right in, whatever it may be, I am ready.

The question...yes its painful, but it brings me to my knees in prayer.












RANDOM BLESSING: last night I was talking to a friend I made in Uganda. Our daily conversations encourage me and bless me so much. As we were talking about what we were thankful for..."I am so thankful that we're friends"-I said. "not only friends but sisters because I love you Natalia and when I go a day without talking to u I feel bad..."-she says. My heart skipped a beat. Absolute joy filled my heart as I prayed for her. I have a sister in Uganda whom I love.

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  1. This is beautiful. Thank you for reminding us to wait on the Lord and let him direct our paths.

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