Every need has a name, every name has a story November 13, 2007

I’m not sure where the Lord is planning for me to go, but I know that it is somewhere.

It may just be down the street to someone else’s front porch or across the nation or to the other side of the world.

Where ever it is I want to go.

There is need everywhere. Each need has a name, every name has a story…and every story I want to hear. I want to be touched and to be able to tell my own story. A story of love. A story of grace, redemption and freedom.

I want see healing and peace.

I want to love like no one has ever loved before. I want to love the Jesus I see in the desperate eyes I see everyday.

Mother Theresa Come Be My Light November 13, 2007

Farwell

I’m leaving my dear house

And my beloved land

To steamy Bengal I go

To a distant shore.

I’m leaving my old friends

Forsaking family and home

My heart draws me onward

To serve my Christ.

Goodbye, O mother dear

May God be with you all

A Higher Power compels me

Toward torrid India.

The ship moves slowly ahead

Cleaving the ocean waves,

As my eyes take last look

At Europe’s dear shores.

Bravely standing on the deck

Joyful, peaceful of mien,

Christ’s happy little one,

His new bride-to-be.

In her hand a cross of iron

On which the Savior hangs,

While her eager soul offers there

Its painful sacrifice.

“Oh, God, accept this sacrifice

As sign of my love,

Help, please, Thy creature

To glorify Thy name!

In return, I only ask of Thee,

O most kind Father of us all:

Let me save at least one soul–

One you already know.”

Fine and pure as summer dew

Her soft warm tears begin to flow,

Sealing and sanctifying now

Her painful sacrifice.

I want to live a life of sacrifice no matter the cost.

I just want more time… November 12, 2007

…to do the things I love.

When does it stop? November 12, 2007

I sat out on the swing on my front porch with my roommate Andrea this afternoon looking at the leaves of our neighbor’s sycamore tree lay scattered on the ground. It is always a joy to sit and talk to Andrea. She asked if I was feeling better but I wasn’t. I’ve been sick since last night. I think it is because my body is wearing out. I need a break…I can’t even find solace in my own room these days because now I am not alone even there. Bekah moved in a few weeks ago.

It’s been kind of rough for a while now. But I can’t complain, I’m not the one that is going through the difficult times.

Bekah has had such a life transformation. At the end of the summer, she was radically changed by the Lord and hasn’t been the same since. But from that time until now, she has constantly been under attack.

She came to live with me to escape the living situation that she had been in, but she has not been able to escape everything else.

I don’t even know what to say anymore…