Posts Tagged ‘ Africa ’

*fizz/pop*

I was having a conversation with Clay the other day about how, as a kid, I used to think that becoming a missionary would awful. I’m a homebody, I like to be in a familiar area. I like to feel completely comfortable in my surroundings. So for a 12-year-old me, being a missionary was a terrifying idea. Traveling to a foreign country, surrounded by people speaking a different language, adjusting to cultures and norms vastly different from my own… It was really, really scary.

I believe that a huge piece of Faith is choosing to be ok getting outside of your comfort zone. I believed this even as a kid. So as a 12 year old, I was completely, absolutely, positively sure that God was going to call me to be a missionary, solely because it was the last thing on earth I wanted to do. Now, at 20, I’ve been involved with ministries, become the Women’s Outreach leader in a local college bible study, and been halfway across the world and back administering health care to the men, women, and children of Zambia. Is this considered missionary work?

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1. a person sent by a church into an area to carry on evangelism or other activities, as educational or hospital work.

So to answer my previous question, yes, it is missionary work. I am a missionary.

“The second you walk out the doors of this church, you become a missionary to the world. Your calling as a Christian is to administer the love of your Lord and proclaim his word to everyone.” -Tony VanDerWilt

I look back at my childish fears and laugh to myself. Cause isn’t it funny that something I so greatly feared has become the position I now jump at the chance to fill? He not only shows us how to conquer our fears, He uses them! Our God is greater.

“When everything gets so complicated

Who do I choose to believe?

Religion can be so overrated

But all I know is now I am free

I was lost in a place no one wants to be

Trying hard to convince myself to believe

You were there all along, I just couldn’t see…” -EleventySeven “Love in Your Arms”

The lightbulb in my Scentsy went out… And for some reason I don’t fully understand, this has drained nearly every ounce of creativity from me. Interesting… I’ll ponder more on this later…

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in which… A lost photograph

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Found this picture buried in my jump drive.

At this moment, I kind of miss Africa…

in which… Memories are shared

 

in which… Happiness is defined

Happiness is…

Getting off work three hours early.
Four new Threadless t-shirts.
Chinese with Hannah.
Peach smoothies.
My song on the radio.
Clay on his way home.
Killswitch Engage.
A verse written just for me.
Instagram.
40 cent Jane Austen classics.
Random compliments from strangers.
Halo marathons with my siblings.
Being adjusted back to my own timezone.

Pictures from Africa coming soon…

in which… I’m Africa bound

I leave town in a few hours, and fly out at 11 tomorrow morning.

I’m so ready to go. I’ve said my goodbyes, and the longer I’m in town, the harder it gets to actually leave. If I wait much longer, I might bail out…

I’ll be home on the 22nd, so until then;

Ime ku lota Iwe

[I dream of you]

in which… Bedhead and Coffee

I said it once before (albeit, not here) and I’ll say it again. Great Value’s Chocolate Raspberry coffee creamer is deliciously good (albeit, a mug full of synthesized unhealth). I was impressed and enjoyed not one, but two yummy (albeit, nearly plasticine) mugs of mid-morning coffee at work yesterday.

I wonder how many times I can fit the word “albeit” into this entry…

HAPPY FRIDAY. I love Friday’s. (albeit, not as much as Thursday’s) They’re full of good feelings and comfortable clothes and movies (albeit, previously viewed ones, cause we’re too lazy to go get a new one on Friday’s). I vow not to change out of my sweatpants all day.

I can’t explain my adoration of Thursday’s. I just love them. They are the perfect day. Wednesday is a busy, hectic, work-filled day, and Friday is the beginning of a marvelous weekend. Thursday is like a beautiful transition into relaxation and comfort. Like a caterpillar in a cocoon. You know something beautiful is about to pop out, and you go about your day keeping one eye on that cocoon, waiting for the awesome, exploding action. I freaking love Thursday’s. (albeit, not as much as I love tacos)

 

Bedhead and coffee. two of my favorite things. (This steaming mug consists of International Delight’s, Southern Butter Pecan creamer. Another good one… Albeit, not as good as Chocolate Raspberry…)

Quote of the Week award to Clay;

“I could be Captain America. He’s just a big guy with a frisbee…”

(T-Minus: 21 days until Africa!)