Say Something

I guess there are probably people...maybe one person...out there waiting for me to say something.
Here it is: SOMETHING.
Just kidding.
But seriously.

I think I may go back to school, and finish that English degree I dropped like a hot potatoe.
Thursday I'm visiting a Christian College.
I hope I like it.

Ok, this post is LAME.
The next one won't be the SAME.

Are there rocks AHEAD?
If there are, we'll all be DEAD.

...anybody want a PEANUT???

Cardboard Testimonies from West Africa

I know some of these people!!! Kinda long, I know, but worth watching.

Brayma

Brayma. What will become of you? You are so handsome, so much like your father. He is seeking, searching, he is beginning to follow. You are young, sweet, spoiled. You know the Arabic words of the call to prayer by heart. You know what it means to be a Muslim.

Will you see the desire for God in your father? Will you learn truth from him? What will you choose to believe?

Brayma? Are you well? Have you been injured while you work? Do you have malaria? If you get sick, who will take you to the doctor? You are too old to go for free. I hope your father is willing to spend his money on you. Brayma, make sure that you watch out for your little brothers and sisters. Don't ever hit girls, but protect them. And Brayma, remember that Yesu loves you. He always will. You can always go to Him. He has the answers. He knows how it feels to hurt. He's worth trusting, even more than your dad. And I know that you have a faithful man for your father. Don't forget to say thank you to him. Listen to what he says to you.

I don't know if you know it, but I love you. I'm not sure I knew I love you before, in time to tell you. But I do. I'm over here in America, loving you. But someone loves you more: Yesu.

Brayma, Irikoy ma konda cimi ni se. Cimi, da cimibeeri, da bani, da bina kani.
Irikoy ma konda baafuna da fonda hanno ni se. Nda Brayma, ni ma maa Yesu waati kang a ci haykulu ni se. Ni maa. Zama Yesu go ga ni ba gumo, oho, baa soho.

healing plains

I just wanted to share a snapshot of the healing plains I experienced for a couple days a few weeks ago. I know what some of you will be thinking....just don't. What is barren for one is beauty for another, for ME. If only I could have seen this countryside before human beings were here. It must have been a taste of heaven. The silence, the sky....

I'd forgotten...

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it was only for 2 seconds and without music and I don't even know the tango.

But I remembered something:
I LOVE DANCING!

hm.
I guess that's all I have to say, just now. I mean, there's so much more to say, like, about my visit to see my little sister and all the things I got to do there....like about getting re-acquainted with some of the most important people in my life and about the ideas I have for my future...but for now, all I have to say is this.

I'd forgotten how much I love to dance.
May I dance again soon!

letting go and cement

Probably you all wonder where I've been...lost in real life, not blogging at all. Well, all four of you :) I've been here...but I've been a little wounded at heart and not quite up to blogging. Besides being busy.

I don't know what wounded me, but I know what is healing my heart. God has been treating me with the tenderness of a physician who is also my father. Maybe that's what I like about Jesus so much. He is to me every sort of man I can need. He is my Father and my Brother and my King and even my Husband...all in a spiritual sense of course, but really, aren't we spiritual beings first? Where does all this grasping for physical things, for earthly things come from? Why do I want to cling to something that isn't Jesus?

Pretty much I've stopped grasping for anything. At least, that's what I'd like to think, what I want for my life. In some ways I think I'm learning to let go, in others, I still cling to those things I think will save me, forgetting that Jesus is the One Who was faithful to me when I doubted His essence. But I don't want to live clinging to the things that keep me in bondage: the money, this friendship, this potential friendship, a car, even America and "safety." I want to let go. And just trust that when I fall either Jesus will catch me and hold me in His arms or else I will discover in the end that hitting the cement was really the good thing, as crazy as that sounds. And anyway, isn't that meekness? Not grasping for anything, but accepting God's providence and will, whether it hurts or is not painful, whether it is slow plodding or you see progress, whether you abound or suffer need?

The problem is, when you do fall on the cement, it hurts like the dickens.
Maybe trusting enough to believe in goodness through the pain is what faith really means.
I don't know.
Please don't say I've done amazing things.
Please don't say I'm humble.
Please don't ask me not to cry.

Because I will cry. But I will also accept every single balm and sweet tender mercy He sends my way. I will receive joyfully the sunsets and the wind; these prairie heavens.

May I be permitted to love the Prairies till the day I die.

God's Word...Every Day. Period.

Jesus,

I have ignored your Word.
I know it is my life, because You are my life.
I want to be faithful to remember You, to soak You up in Your Word.
Please forgive me for ignoring it.
I am coming.

Millie

Friends, I have a challenge for all of us. First, listen to Revive our Hearts for Monday, Jan 5th. here. I accept the challenge to spend time with God every day for a month. Will you join me?

I love the little ones

Rukea I miss your smiling, silly face! May many Jesus people share truth with you and love you.