Wednesday Mind Dump...Something More.

There has got to be more to life than this...

sitting at red lights, racing to work, talking on cell phones, working, rushing through lunch, mailing packages,grocery shopping?

Let me take this time to say that I think America can best be represented by rush hour traffic. It's chaos. People swerving. People honking. People yelling and using sign language. People at a stand still. People rubber necking, bottle necking, and any other type of necking. Police lights. Broken down cars on the shoulder of the highway. People rocking out to the sound of their own voices and their steering wheel drum solos, cause there is nothing better to do. It's a mess. It's hectic. It's wrong.

And as Americans we are a mess. That's why i say there has to be more to life than this...

There are currently one million people living in abject poverty.

Over 27 million are enslaved. Thousands of those enslaved are being sex trafficked...

Populations around the world being wiped off the map by AIDS.

Children by the thousands dropping out of school, and even more never seeing a classroom.


All this oppression going on under our noses and what do we do? ... we work 40+ hours a week so we are able to afford the finer things in life. Now I do realize this is not everyone situation, but I do know it is for a lot of people. Can we please just take a second to save a life. Or at least just give to those less fortunate then ourselves.

The "American" way of living is a choice, a choice I'm not willing to make.

Your Will Not Mine

Yesterday I realized how long it has been since I actually wanted to do God's will, not mine. I guess somewhere in the chaos I lost sight of why I am here. I'm not here for my job, my internship, or my relationships. I'm here to glorify God. To fulfill his plans for me on this earth so that through me he will be glorified. It's almost relieving when you realize that the checklist you had written is only a mere glimpse of what God actually wants to and could do in your life. I just have to let him, give him space to be God. Godspace.

Making Everything New

When I look at the world I am discouraged. I see pain, anguish, sadness. We live here in this world of nothingness. Even when I want to help, the numbers are so large, I feel helpless.

Ecclesiastes 4:1-3
I saw the tears of the oppressed
and they have no comforter;
power was always on the side of their oppressors
and they have no comforter.
And I declared that the dead,
who had already died,
are happier than the living,
who are still alive.
But better than both
is he who has not yet been,
who has not seen the evil
that is done under the sun.


Looking at the chaos present in the world only reminds me that this is not home. That perfect bliss still awaits those who are in Christ Jesus.

Revelation 21: 1-5
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying " Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." He who was seated on the throne said " I am making everything new!..."

Fuge Camp Week

Fuge camp was this week. I left Tuesday afternoon right after returning from Honduras. It was an eight hour drive and by the end was completely exhausted. The week went well and from the stories I was hearing God was moving mightily amongst our students. Many gave their lives over to Christ. :) God checked my.motives as well. It was a really hard week for me. I was tired from being on mission before hand and then to be surrounded by people was the last thing I ever wanted. I wanted to sleep for days, to recouperate. That however was impossible. I struggled with being back in the United States. That's always hard. I was frustrated, I wanted to rebel. I wanted to be home or FAR away from home. I'm on my way home now, but I have to admit I am really upset with the way I handled the week. I would definitely do differently next time.

Where God leads...Honduras

My feet are clean for the first time in a week. The absence of dirt and mud leaves me feeling desperate to get them dirty again.

I have spent the last week in Yoro, Honduras. The team and I spent our first couple days in the mountains with the Tolupan Indians. It's an absolute beautiful land. Greener than green mountains, an abundance of perfectly placed rivers and streams, complete with chaotic winding roads laden with thousands of rocks, which are sure to take out a few tires and can make the drive up the mountains quite eventful. From first glance the mountains are picture perfect, no one would ever guess the turmoil and distress that exists under the shadows of these green giants.

Here, in these mountains are the villages of the Tolupan. A people group who know oppression and poverty like the back of their hand. These are the people we came to minister to.

The team arrived in Honduras on Saturday. We drove to El Progresso where we experienced our first fender bender of the trip and stayed the night. We left Sunday morning, and drove an insane 5 and a half hours to the mountains. The ride was anything but smooth. We crossed 4+ rivers in trucks which was an experience in itself.

To Be Continued...