We had our last clinic on Monday. The other two clinics, we had two vehicles to ride in, but one of them needed to go to the shop on Monday. We all squeezed ourselves into a fifteen passenger van. We were in each others laps. Literally. We drove about an hour and half to our next location. We set up and started as soon as we could. Each of our church members had the chance to either share the gospel to the people waiting or share their testimony. To start out with, I hadn't been asked to speak in front of them. As I was sitting in my chair looking at the people watching and listening intently to our church members, I felt something stir within me whispering to me that I needed to go up.
You see, speaking in front of a crowd is not my thing. It scares me to death. That's why that something so deep in my soul was not me. That was not something I as thinking about doing. It wasn't me. Normally, I would've been so relieved not to go up. But this time was just different. So I went up to our pastor and told him that I wanted to tell these beautiful people a little bit of my testimony.
So I waited my turn. When it was my turn to go up, I actually wasn't nervous at all. I felt the Lord there with me. I was not afraid, not even in the least. So I shared my testimony. As I was about halfway through speaking, I did feel something inside of me saying that I wasn't really clicking with them, or they didn't really care. I continued on though. When I finished, I didn't expect them to smile. I maybe expected them to nod. When I finished they not only smiled, but they all clapped. It was a big deal for me because it meant that they were listening to everything I was saying. They heard it all.
I felt so warmed afterwards and then took my seat and continued handing out glasses. Towards the end of the clinic we started to run out of glasses, which I thought was a good thing. We had served a lot of people! The third clinic ended up being the most successful with almost a hundred people coming through. Once we packed up all our stuff, we jumped back into the van and headed to Fort Liberte.
When we arrived, it took my breath away. The water was so clear. It was stunning. We walked around the fort and just took it all in. Since the fort was right next to the water, we decided to stick our feet in the water. You'd be surprised to hear that even the water was warm!
After we were through walking around, we hopped into the van and headed back to the compound. We hung out in the porch and watched mangoes fall out of the massive mango tree in the compound. I breathed in the last evening in Haiti. We ate our dinner and wrapped up the very last day.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEPSGD_SWX4&t=7s
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Saturday, July 22, 2017
Day #4 of My Haiti Trip
We woke up a little later than the other days on Sunday. Just a little later. Instead of 5:30am, we were able to wake up between 6:15am and 6:30am. We had church, which started at 10:00am, but we had to be down to breakfast at 7:00am. After we ate, we had about three hours of free time. A lot of us rested and tried to catch up on lost sleep. When 10:00am came around, we headed next door to the church.
When we first arrived, they were praying so we stood outside the church and listened. When they were done praying, we walked in. There had been people in the front row, but all of them moved so we could sit there. That really moved me because they know we have a lot of stuff back home and that we live easy lives and have everything, yet they were sacrificing their seats for us. We originally came to serve them, but they ended up serving us!
The church service was one of the most amazing things that I've ever been to. The message was in Creole, but I couldn't get enough of it. My favorite part was when they would pray. Their words sounded so powerful. We couldn't understand what they were saying, but the same God we cry out to understood. It was just an amazing thing to think that our God understands every language.
After church we ate our lunch and then headed over to the orphanage. We walked a little less than a mile to the orphanage and when we got there, it was so overwhelming. In a good way. We walked through the gates and all the children started pouring out of the orphanage. Each child would find one of our church members and cling onto them. I had just made it up the steps and this little girl literally leapt into my arms. I grabbed her and hugged her back. Another little boy ran over to me and grabbed my hand. Together we walked into the orphanage. I sat down with them and introduced myself and then we played with some bubbles.
After playing with bubbles, we went outside. Both the little girl and little boy pulled me through their little playground. The little boy ended up running off with the other kids to play some soccer, but the little girl stuck by my side. She got on the swing and I pushed her. She led me to where they got their water. All the kids at the orphanage got their water outside behind some bushes out of a pump.
When she showed me, there were other girls already there getting water. They would pump the water and cup it into their hands and then drink it. It made me realize that the children at the orphanage have more water source than the other people in the village did, and they were still getting it outside. How is it that we're so blessed to have multiple water sources in our homes?
The orphanage had a little shop inside of it, so right before we left we bought some souvenirs. When the time came to say goodbye, it was hard. All of the children wanted us to stay, they would ask, "Come tomorrow?". They would hold onto our arms. All of their facial expressions just saddened. It was pretty heart wrenching. I wished so bad that I could just take them all. That I could take them home with me. I know someday I will.
We went back to the compound briefly and then decided to take a walk down to the river. The walk down was very different. Everything was. We passed by small homes and children who were playing. When we got to the river, it was absolutely stunning. If you looked to the left, the river seemed to go on and on and you could see the mountains in the background. About a hundred feet away were women doing their laundry in the river. If you looked behind you, there was land with horses and cows.
It was just amazing. We headed back to the compound once again to eat dinner. After dinner we had some free time until the generator kicked on. So we sat on the porch. That had become our favorite place to sit. I sat on the porch with the song "Kings and Queens" ringing through my head.
Little hands, shoeless feet, lonely eyes looking back at me
Will we leave behind the innocent too brief
On their own, on the run when their lives have only begun
These could be our daughters and our sons
I saw a lot of little hands. I held little hands. I saw lots of shoeless feet, not at the orphanage but plenty in the village. Too many lonely eyes looking back at me. We left behind the innocent way too brief. I wished we could've spent more time with them. I saw a lot of children just on their own walking, on the run, searching for a kind hand to give them some food. These children could be our daughters and our sons! Oh that song kept repeating itself.
I also sat on the porch thinking about how far I've come this year. In the beginning of the year, I started track. Well, when track starts, the meets start. I disliked preforming in front of people very much. I know Jesus made me get out of my comfort zone at the meets. Then I started to do hurdles, which made me extremely uncomfortable since I didn't know exactly know what I was doing. After that I had to preform in front of a crowd of people doing something I wasn't comfortable with quite yet. Then I went to teen camp with my church group where I spoke and prayed in front of people, which makes me even more uncomfortable than competing. Then I came home and took off to go on an overseas mission trip without my family.
Now that we were in Haiti I was living on not flushing the toilet. I was in the heat all day without any breaks. I was always dirty, grimy, and sweaty. All the things I don't particularly normally like were going on in Haiti, but it was completely and totally worth it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjdNMCwbf2s&t=78s
When we first arrived, they were praying so we stood outside the church and listened. When they were done praying, we walked in. There had been people in the front row, but all of them moved so we could sit there. That really moved me because they know we have a lot of stuff back home and that we live easy lives and have everything, yet they were sacrificing their seats for us. We originally came to serve them, but they ended up serving us!
The church service was one of the most amazing things that I've ever been to. The message was in Creole, but I couldn't get enough of it. My favorite part was when they would pray. Their words sounded so powerful. We couldn't understand what they were saying, but the same God we cry out to understood. It was just an amazing thing to think that our God understands every language.
After church we ate our lunch and then headed over to the orphanage. We walked a little less than a mile to the orphanage and when we got there, it was so overwhelming. In a good way. We walked through the gates and all the children started pouring out of the orphanage. Each child would find one of our church members and cling onto them. I had just made it up the steps and this little girl literally leapt into my arms. I grabbed her and hugged her back. Another little boy ran over to me and grabbed my hand. Together we walked into the orphanage. I sat down with them and introduced myself and then we played with some bubbles.
After playing with bubbles, we went outside. Both the little girl and little boy pulled me through their little playground. The little boy ended up running off with the other kids to play some soccer, but the little girl stuck by my side. She got on the swing and I pushed her. She led me to where they got their water. All the kids at the orphanage got their water outside behind some bushes out of a pump.
When she showed me, there were other girls already there getting water. They would pump the water and cup it into their hands and then drink it. It made me realize that the children at the orphanage have more water source than the other people in the village did, and they were still getting it outside. How is it that we're so blessed to have multiple water sources in our homes?
The orphanage had a little shop inside of it, so right before we left we bought some souvenirs. When the time came to say goodbye, it was hard. All of the children wanted us to stay, they would ask, "Come tomorrow?". They would hold onto our arms. All of their facial expressions just saddened. It was pretty heart wrenching. I wished so bad that I could just take them all. That I could take them home with me. I know someday I will.
We went back to the compound briefly and then decided to take a walk down to the river. The walk down was very different. Everything was. We passed by small homes and children who were playing. When we got to the river, it was absolutely stunning. If you looked to the left, the river seemed to go on and on and you could see the mountains in the background. About a hundred feet away were women doing their laundry in the river. If you looked behind you, there was land with horses and cows.
It was just amazing. We headed back to the compound once again to eat dinner. After dinner we had some free time until the generator kicked on. So we sat on the porch. That had become our favorite place to sit. I sat on the porch with the song "Kings and Queens" ringing through my head.
Little hands, shoeless feet, lonely eyes looking back at me
Will we leave behind the innocent too brief
On their own, on the run when their lives have only begun
These could be our daughters and our sons
I saw a lot of little hands. I held little hands. I saw lots of shoeless feet, not at the orphanage but plenty in the village. Too many lonely eyes looking back at me. We left behind the innocent way too brief. I wished we could've spent more time with them. I saw a lot of children just on their own walking, on the run, searching for a kind hand to give them some food. These children could be our daughters and our sons! Oh that song kept repeating itself.
I also sat on the porch thinking about how far I've come this year. In the beginning of the year, I started track. Well, when track starts, the meets start. I disliked preforming in front of people very much. I know Jesus made me get out of my comfort zone at the meets. Then I started to do hurdles, which made me extremely uncomfortable since I didn't know exactly know what I was doing. After that I had to preform in front of a crowd of people doing something I wasn't comfortable with quite yet. Then I went to teen camp with my church group where I spoke and prayed in front of people, which makes me even more uncomfortable than competing. Then I came home and took off to go on an overseas mission trip without my family.
Now that we were in Haiti I was living on not flushing the toilet. I was in the heat all day without any breaks. I was always dirty, grimy, and sweaty. All the things I don't particularly normally like were going on in Haiti, but it was completely and totally worth it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjdNMCwbf2s&t=78s
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Day #3 of My Haiti Trip
We had the second clinic on the third day. We had a little
more people than the day before, and it was just as amazing. I was able to say
a little something to a little girl who was waiting her turn. I told her she
was beautiful and she kind of cocked her head at me so I repeated myself. She
then smiled, so big, and nudged her mother and whispered to her. Her mother
smiled too. It was amazing seeing someone glum turn to excited in just a
second. We worked for a total of four hours with lunch break in between. The
drama team in our group, shared the gospel with the patients. At one point
there were about twenty to thirty kids sitting in the pews. Right before my
eyes, I saw them pray to receive Christ in Creole. It was one of the coolest
things I’ve ever seen. Those children were now my brothers and sisters and I’ll spend eternity with them.
At the clinic, I was
able to do a little more than just retrieving the glasses, like the day before.
I was able to ask the patients if the paper was clear or not a couple of times.
I was able to get out of my comfort zone just a little more. Though it was uncomfortable, it wasn't as unbearable as I thought it was going to be.
The second night I was
still a little uneasy about the generator shutting off. I thought maybe it
would shut off a little earlier than the first night. It stayed on until four
that morning too. It was amazing how God worked in the little things for me. As
far as being homesick, I wasn’t homesick at all. Sure, it would’ve been nice to
squeeze Emmy’s cheeks, but I wasn’t homesick. That in itself was a constant
reminder that I was meant to be in Haiti.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfr0J09V9r4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfr0J09V9r4
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Day #2 of My Haiti Trip
The first night I was kind of nervous. In Haiti, you usually only have a couple of hours of power at night. That means you only have a couple of hours at night to see things. You have flashlights, but that's pretty much it other than the moonlight. I hadn't even thought of it until the time came. If you know me well, you know that I absolutely hate the dark. At night I have to take my implants off to charge them so I already can't hear. When you put in the complete dark without my ears on, I panic.
That first night I prayed that I would get to sleep before the generator shut off so I could just sleep through it. Not only did I get to sleep easily, the generator stayed on until four in the morning! It was very encouraging that I already had an answered prayer.
I had woken up at six to get ready before breakfast at seven. We ate our breakfast and then headed out to our first clinic. Some of us were in a van and others went in a truck. I was in the van with most of our church group. It was an hour and a half long drive to the clinic. To me, the ride was absolutely fascinating. I loved looking out and seeing all the people and animals. I loved waving at the children as we drove by.
We arrived at the clinic around nine-thirty and we set our things up and started. I was with the eyeglass part of the clinic. My job the first day was to grab the glasses we needed for the people and to hand out the goodie bags we had for the people.
It made me smile when the people tried on their glasses for the first time and could see. They would try them on and we'd ask if it was clear. They would tell us "yes" or "no". If they said "no" we would try another pair. If they said "yes" we would give them a mirror and show them what they looked like. Every single time, they would smile and nod when they saw themselves. It was amazing.
Around twelve, we took a break and ate lunch and then started up again. We went until two and total we saw about forty people. We packed our stuff and went back to the Mission House. The drive back was breathtaking. I couldn't get enough of the mountains, the land, it was beautiful. The surroundings also never really stopped surprising me. People scrambling around to get to where they needed to be. Women were doing each others hair and doing laundry. Little boys and girls were walking up and down the chaotic street. Goats, pigs, dogs, horses, donkeys, and cows just minding their own business.
Everything felt so surreal. I couldn't believe I was actually watching people live this way. It felt like I was in a magical land far away, which in a way I was. What really surprised me was the women who carried loads of heavy stuff on their heads. Not only were the loads on their heads, but they didn't even use their hands! It was incredible!
The Haiti trip was so strange because I was way out of my comfort zone. Way out of my comfort zone. I didn't mind though. Not even a little bit. I didn't mind sleeping with a mosquito net over me. I didn't mind being in the heat. I didn't mind drinking lukewarm water. I didn't mind taking military showers. I didn't even mind being away from home, which was big for me. I normally don't like being away from home, but this was different. I have never been anywhere for more than a week and not been homesick. I hadn't been homesick yet, it was just so crazy.
That was my reminder that I was supposed to be there. Otherwise, those things probably would've been bothering me like crazy. I was loving this place with all of my heart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDQ1O3NRvAk&t=78s
That first night I prayed that I would get to sleep before the generator shut off so I could just sleep through it. Not only did I get to sleep easily, the generator stayed on until four in the morning! It was very encouraging that I already had an answered prayer.
I had woken up at six to get ready before breakfast at seven. We ate our breakfast and then headed out to our first clinic. Some of us were in a van and others went in a truck. I was in the van with most of our church group. It was an hour and a half long drive to the clinic. To me, the ride was absolutely fascinating. I loved looking out and seeing all the people and animals. I loved waving at the children as we drove by.
We arrived at the clinic around nine-thirty and we set our things up and started. I was with the eyeglass part of the clinic. My job the first day was to grab the glasses we needed for the people and to hand out the goodie bags we had for the people.
It made me smile when the people tried on their glasses for the first time and could see. They would try them on and we'd ask if it was clear. They would tell us "yes" or "no". If they said "no" we would try another pair. If they said "yes" we would give them a mirror and show them what they looked like. Every single time, they would smile and nod when they saw themselves. It was amazing.
Around twelve, we took a break and ate lunch and then started up again. We went until two and total we saw about forty people. We packed our stuff and went back to the Mission House. The drive back was breathtaking. I couldn't get enough of the mountains, the land, it was beautiful. The surroundings also never really stopped surprising me. People scrambling around to get to where they needed to be. Women were doing each others hair and doing laundry. Little boys and girls were walking up and down the chaotic street. Goats, pigs, dogs, horses, donkeys, and cows just minding their own business.
Everything felt so surreal. I couldn't believe I was actually watching people live this way. It felt like I was in a magical land far away, which in a way I was. What really surprised me was the women who carried loads of heavy stuff on their heads. Not only were the loads on their heads, but they didn't even use their hands! It was incredible!
The Haiti trip was so strange because I was way out of my comfort zone. Way out of my comfort zone. I didn't mind though. Not even a little bit. I didn't mind sleeping with a mosquito net over me. I didn't mind being in the heat. I didn't mind drinking lukewarm water. I didn't mind taking military showers. I didn't even mind being away from home, which was big for me. I normally don't like being away from home, but this was different. I have never been anywhere for more than a week and not been homesick. I hadn't been homesick yet, it was just so crazy.
That was my reminder that I was supposed to be there. Otherwise, those things probably would've been bothering me like crazy. I was loving this place with all of my heart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDQ1O3NRvAk&t=78s
Monday, July 3, 2017
Day #1 Of My Haiti Trip
We had gone to a hotel for the night. Once we arrived at the hotel, the teenage girls went out for about an hour looking for food, since we were all hungry. We arrived back to the hotel and in bed around 11:30pm. I woke up around 4:45am. Some of the others woke up before me and some after me. We headed downstairs for a quick breakfast and then headed out to the airport. We got all our bags weighed, our passports checked, and eventually our luggage on the plane. Then we were off to go. We had a four hour flight with a fuel stop in the Bahamas.
We arrived in Haiti at about 11:30am. Landing there, it was absolutely beautiful. The mountains, the trees, the water, the scenery was just stunning. Once we made it through customs and headed out to the village, though, it was a culture shock. Culture shock all the way. I don't even know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this. There were people, animals, and cars everywhere. Going in every direction. Just chaos. There was trash everywhere too. In heaps on the side of the road, in piles on the road, scattered through fields, just everywhere you looked. On top of that there were children everywhere. They were all so beautiful. Some were dressed decent, but others didn't have any clothes at all.
As we drove through the land of Haiti, we waved at the people and they waved back. Some children started hollering as we drove by and waved and jumped up and down excitedly. I smiled at all the people, but deep inside my soul I was heartbroken that it had to be this way. People lived in houses the size of my room, that some children were hungry and had no clothes. They were just living in poor conditions while Americans have everything. We have clean, fresh water, bathrooms with toilets, abundant food, we are always clothed, we can easily access any necessities, we have places that our garbage goes, we have AC when the summer comes. We have it all. While these people here are suffering, we just sit in our homes complaining about silly things.
When we arrived to the compound, we unloaded our stuff and then headed out to play with the children who came in. There were about three little boys to start out with when we set out to play. There was just one little girl. She was very quiet and the boys were kind of picking on her. I went and sat down next to her and she grabbed my hand. I took her hand and squeezed it and she smiled. We talked a little bit, mostly using hand motions. She knew about as much English as I did Creole, so we weren't able to have a full out conversation, which was fine. It worked out just fine. I told her that I loved her and so did Jesus. She smiled so big that that in itself was worth going to Haiti for. She told me that she loved me too and then we went off to play some games. We posed, we danced, we did some handshakes, we laughed, we had so much fun. Her name was Alexandria. Every once in a while she would wonder off to see what others were doing, but she would call out my name with the biggest smile on her face. I would holler her name back and she would smile and then come back to me.
We played with the children until about 5:00pm and then we ate our dinner. After dinner we had a little bit of free time, so we sat out on the porch. We had free time for a couple of hours, so it gave me a lot of time to just think. I thought about how precious the people of Haiti were. The people here have only a few possessions, but the joy and excitement they all seemed to have was just eye opening for me. We Americans, have everything we could wish for, while they don't. We Americans complain about so many little things, while the people here are just so grateful for everything. It just kind of proves the things, possessions don't make a person happy. The only thing that can make a person happy is Christ.
So when the day ended and we were in our beds, under the mosquito nets, I was just so excited to see what the week would bring. I was ready to make a little difference in the world, starting with the land of Haiti.
This down below was the video of our first day in Haiti.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xw4FdpVSlxY&t=116s
We arrived in Haiti at about 11:30am. Landing there, it was absolutely beautiful. The mountains, the trees, the water, the scenery was just stunning. Once we made it through customs and headed out to the village, though, it was a culture shock. Culture shock all the way. I don't even know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this. There were people, animals, and cars everywhere. Going in every direction. Just chaos. There was trash everywhere too. In heaps on the side of the road, in piles on the road, scattered through fields, just everywhere you looked. On top of that there were children everywhere. They were all so beautiful. Some were dressed decent, but others didn't have any clothes at all.
As we drove through the land of Haiti, we waved at the people and they waved back. Some children started hollering as we drove by and waved and jumped up and down excitedly. I smiled at all the people, but deep inside my soul I was heartbroken that it had to be this way. People lived in houses the size of my room, that some children were hungry and had no clothes. They were just living in poor conditions while Americans have everything. We have clean, fresh water, bathrooms with toilets, abundant food, we are always clothed, we can easily access any necessities, we have places that our garbage goes, we have AC when the summer comes. We have it all. While these people here are suffering, we just sit in our homes complaining about silly things.
When we arrived to the compound, we unloaded our stuff and then headed out to play with the children who came in. There were about three little boys to start out with when we set out to play. There was just one little girl. She was very quiet and the boys were kind of picking on her. I went and sat down next to her and she grabbed my hand. I took her hand and squeezed it and she smiled. We talked a little bit, mostly using hand motions. She knew about as much English as I did Creole, so we weren't able to have a full out conversation, which was fine. It worked out just fine. I told her that I loved her and so did Jesus. She smiled so big that that in itself was worth going to Haiti for. She told me that she loved me too and then we went off to play some games. We posed, we danced, we did some handshakes, we laughed, we had so much fun. Her name was Alexandria. Every once in a while she would wonder off to see what others were doing, but she would call out my name with the biggest smile on her face. I would holler her name back and she would smile and then come back to me.
We played with the children until about 5:00pm and then we ate our dinner. After dinner we had a little bit of free time, so we sat out on the porch. We had free time for a couple of hours, so it gave me a lot of time to just think. I thought about how precious the people of Haiti were. The people here have only a few possessions, but the joy and excitement they all seemed to have was just eye opening for me. We Americans, have everything we could wish for, while they don't. We Americans complain about so many little things, while the people here are just so grateful for everything. It just kind of proves the things, possessions don't make a person happy. The only thing that can make a person happy is Christ.
So when the day ended and we were in our beds, under the mosquito nets, I was just so excited to see what the week would bring. I was ready to make a little difference in the world, starting with the land of Haiti.
This down below was the video of our first day in Haiti.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xw4FdpVSlxY&t=116s
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Where It All Began
I had always wanted
to go to Haiti with our church group. Each time they went and came back with
pictures, I would just long to go. I wanted to snuggle with the orphans, serve
those who needed to be served, and I wanted to make a little difference. Ever since
I was ten years old I had a desire to go to Haiti. It was on my bucket list of
things that I most definitely had to do before my time ran out. On January 29th
of this year, I was sitting in church listening to the message. The message was
on living with Jesus, loving like Jesus, and leading others to do the same. Our
Pastor mentioned the Haiti mission group that was going to be going to Haiti
and asked for anyone who was interested in going to go and see him afterwards.
The tug the Lord was giving on my heart was so evident.
Right after the service I rushed over to my dad and said, “I’m going to Haiti
this year.” He kind of gave me a look that he didn’t necessarily think so. I
told him that I was going to talk to our Pastor about it, he let me, but I could
tell he thought I was just dreaming. I talked to the Pastor and I just got so
excited. I didn’t even think about what it was going to be like in Haiti, or
how I was going to get the money, or how I was going to survive being in a
different country without my parents, I just knew one thing. That was that I had
to go. I assured my parents that I was going to raise the money myself. I
posted on FaceBook that I was going to Haiti and so many people donated for me
to go. So much so that I didn’t have to raise any money at all. It was such a
blessing.
As the date drew
nearer and nearer, I was just overjoyed that I was going to be able to make a
little mark on the world. It took a total of probably two months for me to get
my passport, my shots, and my medications. As months turned to weeks before we
left, my heart was about to explode.
Our church went to camp about a week before we left and
there was a song played there called, “Send Us Out” and I feel like God speaks
to me in songs. The bridge goes, “And we will be the hands and feet to the lost
and the least of these. Send us out! Send us!” The entire time we were at camp
the song rang through my head. I was ready for God to send me out. I was ready
to be sent to Haiti. There was also another song called “No Longer Slaves”.
That song also spoke to me. The lyrics go “I’m no longer a slave to fear, I am
a child of God.” That one spoke to me as I sat down in the car that drove us to
the airport. I was so excited to go, but at the last minute when we were in the
parking lot, a little bit of fear sparked in my mind. It was fear of the
unknown. Fear of not knowing what Haiti was going to be like, fear of not
knowing if I would get homesick or not, fear of leaving my comfortable home to
go to a third world country. It was only for a moment, though. I thought to
myself that I was no longer a slave to the fear, I am a child of God. And
because I’m a child of God, He’ll care for me. So no matter how far I am from
my parents, my country, my home, my comfort. God’s always going to be there
right beside me because I’m His child. When I stepped into the car, packed my
bags, and headed out, that was just the beginning of it all. The beginning of
an experience that I will never forget…
Friday, November 25, 2016
Thanksgiving
I'm sorry I didn't post last week! We were busy and I wasn't able to get on!
This week is going to be a short post, but it's a good one.
Right in this moment I want you to think of five things that your thankful for right now. It can be anything.
This Thanksgiving I was sick and it was only my aunt and uncle, my grandparents and us this Thanksgiving. My nose was clogged, my throat was sore, and I just felt horrible. We normally have a huge Thanksgiving with all of my relatives, but this time, not all of them could make it. But I still chose to be thankful. Sure, I wasn't completely healthy and in the condition I would've hoped I'd be in, but I could still be thankful. I was thankful for the medicine that I was taking to cure me. I was thankful for the food on Thanksgiving. I was thankful for my family that was with us. There was so much to be thankful for even though it wasn't the best Thanksgiving we could've had.
If you can't think of anything and you think that your life is horrendus and nothing's going right, here's something you can be thankful for...
1. You're alive.
2. Your heart is beating.
3. You're moving around.
4. You have food to eat and water to drink.
5. You have a wonderful God that will never leave you nor forsake you.
This week is going to be a short post, but it's a good one.
Right in this moment I want you to think of five things that your thankful for right now. It can be anything.
This Thanksgiving I was sick and it was only my aunt and uncle, my grandparents and us this Thanksgiving. My nose was clogged, my throat was sore, and I just felt horrible. We normally have a huge Thanksgiving with all of my relatives, but this time, not all of them could make it. But I still chose to be thankful. Sure, I wasn't completely healthy and in the condition I would've hoped I'd be in, but I could still be thankful. I was thankful for the medicine that I was taking to cure me. I was thankful for the food on Thanksgiving. I was thankful for my family that was with us. There was so much to be thankful for even though it wasn't the best Thanksgiving we could've had.
If you can't think of anything and you think that your life is horrendus and nothing's going right, here's something you can be thankful for...
1. You're alive.
2. Your heart is beating.
3. You're moving around.
4. You have food to eat and water to drink.
5. You have a wonderful God that will never leave you nor forsake you.
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