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Just Got To Trust Him!

October seems to be drawing nearer like the surf to my towel when the tide is coming in. Thankfully, the amount needed for the trip is dwindling because so many have chosen to donate. The generosity has been a great encouragement to me this summer. God is constantly saying, just trust me. One day, I will do just that; trust him. 


 A couple of weeks ago we had our first official team meeting for this trip. If I thought I was excited before, ecstatic can only be the word to most effectively describe how I feel now! So many of the people I enjoy ministering to are our targets for the trip: street children, deaf and blind, teens, and young adults. As I heard more about our trip the more I couldn't wait to board the plane. The more our team leader shared and the more I heard the hearts of my teammates, the more I realized that this season of pruning is a season of preparation for my trip. I may be sore, but there is no doubt that I will be stronger for it.  

It reminds me of the dog bite I received earlier this year. It seemed to come out of nowhere, and there was pain initially. However, as I walked on, God opened my eyes to things I needed to see about my neighborhood. He is doing the same thing in my spiritual life. Yes, the initial attack hurts, but it is leading to perspective changing reflection. Near the conclusion of our Burundi meeting our leader asked us to ensure that our tetanus shot was up to date. Since I had been bitten by the dog, I had received a tetanus shot just a few months before. Nothing happens on accident, just got to trust him.   

If you would like to donate to my trip, just follow the directions on the post it below. If you click it, it will direct you to the donation page. Please consider donating to my teammate Dora Levitt, as well, even if you donate less for me in order to support her. Thanks! 



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