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Two things...

Two things: I have begun to worship and I've got three homes so far.

Let me explain number one. I have begun to worship- first let me ask you a question. What or who are we supposed to worship? Come on Saints, you all know the Sunday school answer-Jesus. That's the truth. However, I've noticed something in myself lately, my worship has shifted. I have begun to worship the idea of helping the poor, being the "savior," loving on the needy and the children of the world. You are probably a bit confused by this right now, I mean we are supposed to love the poor, help them, and pray for them. But who ultimately does the work? Who ultimately deserves all the credit? God. IF I do any good on this earth it is because He has allowed me to, any desire I have to help, it is all because He has put it there first. Nothing of my doing will save a person, God must do the work while using me. What I love most is being in dirtiness of a human being, I love being in the midst of complete desperation, I love to pick up kids who have nothing but a rag on with holes. But I cant let myself shift my worship. Ultimately, at the end of the day, its about God. That's who I should worship, which then will turn into service which then will turn into doing what I love most because He has put that in my heart.

Now time for number two, the hardest one to even try and talk about. Three homes, Haiti, Uganda and Here. I've got friends from all over doing all kinds of amazing things in all of these places. The emotions are insanely different. I am thrilled for them, I am so excited that they are being used by Jesus. My friends get to love on the unlovable, the uncared for-as long as those kids get love, praise God. However, as I watch them I struggle. Why not me? Why am I not the one breathing the foreign air, hearing the foreign language, or holding a child close? As much as I struggle I cling to Him. I cling to the only thing that seem so sure, the only one whose promises never fail me...Jesus. As I delight in Him, He will give me the desires of my heart.
Watching my dear dear friends travel to the places where my heart so longs to be is a healing process. I feel like my heart is being broken all over again but I know God restores. Once again, this brings me to my knees calling out for my Savior.

Don't ever let your worship be shifted from the One who deserve all the glory. Don't forget His promises. Kneel before Him.


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