things are progressing, and as things are moving forward there seem to be more hindrances. so be praying that things go well on the legal end of this...as we're getting visas and work permits things are getting tougher.
and pray as we begin raising support. it's tough for us to ask people for money!
and finally, be praying for our hearts. the more i think about this trip the more fear i have. those little "what ifs" can be major trouble.
and meditate on this:
"And may you have the power to understand, as all God's people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love is. May you ezperience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully."
Ephesians 3:18-19
Monday, January 30, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
forgotten/remembered
i can overthink things sometimes. that said...
i was thinking about how sad it is that everyone is just forgotten sooner or later. even the movers and shakers of the world are just forgotten. i'll bet that if the new Penn State coach has a good season, JoePa won't be a household name anymore. on MLK day i didn't even think about how King revolutionized American history. everyone's just forgotten. how sobering, especially for one who's not a revolutionary.
but as i began my self-deprecation, i began to think about someone who thought she had nothing going for her. who felt she had no talents.
but this woman birthed seven children, watched one die as a baby, survived breast cancer - twice - and had 22 grandchildren. what a legacy.
my grandma probably thought that she would just be forgotten because she thought she was good at nothing. but her six kids, six children-in-law, and 22 grandchildren could never forget her. because of her i put tape on my bug bites. when i smell trident gum i think of her cutting my hair. i giggle when i remember some of her eccentricities. i couldn't forget her, and i never will.
the most important thing, though, i think of best when i remember her death. in a selfish moment after i found out she had died, i said, "but who's gonna pray for me?"
she was most certainly a pray-er. i knew i could always count on that.
i miss her. this woman who didn't think she'd be remembered could not be forgotten.
i was thinking about how sad it is that everyone is just forgotten sooner or later. even the movers and shakers of the world are just forgotten. i'll bet that if the new Penn State coach has a good season, JoePa won't be a household name anymore. on MLK day i didn't even think about how King revolutionized American history. everyone's just forgotten. how sobering, especially for one who's not a revolutionary.
but as i began my self-deprecation, i began to think about someone who thought she had nothing going for her. who felt she had no talents.
but this woman birthed seven children, watched one die as a baby, survived breast cancer - twice - and had 22 grandchildren. what a legacy.
my grandma probably thought that she would just be forgotten because she thought she was good at nothing. but her six kids, six children-in-law, and 22 grandchildren could never forget her. because of her i put tape on my bug bites. when i smell trident gum i think of her cutting my hair. i giggle when i remember some of her eccentricities. i couldn't forget her, and i never will.
the most important thing, though, i think of best when i remember her death. in a selfish moment after i found out she had died, i said, "but who's gonna pray for me?"
she was most certainly a pray-er. i knew i could always count on that.
i miss her. this woman who didn't think she'd be remembered could not be forgotten.
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