One month. 30 days. That is all the time I have left before boarding the plane for Africa.
I'm not sure where the time went but it went quickly.
I am completely overwhelmed with excitement & anticipation.
What will it look like?
What will my eyes see?
How will it change me?
Surrendering my expectations, my need for control, my love for predictability.
I am powerless but I rest in truth.
Psalm 18
I love you, Lord, my strength.
The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
So let the battles come. We'll meet them with a song.
Our God will go before us. We will overcome.
I'm about $800 short of my fundraising goal so if you have an extra $10 or so lying around and want to help out, click here. I am so grateful for the support!
Psalm 18
I love you, Lord, my strength.
The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
So let the battles come. We'll meet them with a song.
Our God will go before us. We will overcome.
I'm about $800 short of my fundraising goal so if you have an extra $10 or so lying around and want to help out, click here. I am so grateful for the support!
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