Learning Everyday.

I went to the clinic today with 3 of the children with HIV at Amani. Lets just say I took patience to a whole other level with God right at my side.  We are talking hourssss of just waiting.  I have a whole new respect for waiting to see the doctor even though it might be a pain.  You would be amazed at how patient EVERYONE was too; no rude people.  You HAVE to wait, and everyone just accepts thats, sits, and chats with each other.  You have no choice, but to sit and wait.  Plus to make things better, there really wasn't an orderly system.  There were no tvs, no toys, no snacks, and the only cries were by the little ones getting their blood drawn.

All BOY and has such a sweet side, and absolutely loves babies.

 I can say that baby fever is the same everywhere. Everyone wanted to see the teeny tiny peanut I had in my arms, and just the fact that there was a mzungu in the room was another experience.  I'm definitely use to feeling like I'm an animal in the zoo.

Babyyy.
His eyes and cheeks melt my heart.

I wish I could've talked with the Doctor a bit, but there were so many people just waiting that I didn't.  However, there is a great need, and the hospital feel mixed with Uganda, children, and a baby snuggled in my arms just felt right.  I loved every minute that I was there.   

Beautiful.
I love his eyelashes.

    The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them.

Psalm 145:18-19

PS.
I didn't take any pictures either.  It would've been awkward since all 60 eyes times 2 were on me.  Maybe next time.  
  

Love, Craziness, and Everything in Between!

Every second of every day since I’ve been back, my heart and mind have been filled with Uganda. The overflowing love, the kids, the faith, the beauty, the joy, the sadness, the music.  The feeling of small hands in mine is still fresh on my palms.  The sweet weight of a sleeping child lingers on my chest.  I can still feel my curly hair flying wildly as I’d hold hands and skip and jump in circles with the children of my heart. 

 The music of their laughter and mine mixes sweetly and faintly, after two weeks, still dancing in my ears.  The joy raging like the Nile rushes through my body, soul, mind, and heart.  Prayers flutter out of my lips like swarms of butterflies, floating up to God on behalf of the children and ministries now tattooed on my heart.  Africa is in my veins.  But even as I say that, I know somehow that it is not really just Africa.  It is from the Lord.  I became so much closer with him there.  He is whispering something to me.  It is the softest, gentlest, yet most powerful, soul rocking thing. I feel like I’m on the verge of something, but God has not yet shown me the path.  I don’t really know what He is planning for my life.  But I do know that He knows and cares for the deepest desires of my heart, which are to be a mamma in Uganda, and to be able to love and care for as many children as he allows, and to do it all in a way that glorifies God, so that one day, I may see my children walking in His ways, and then another day, further down the road, we will all be able to spend eternity together with our Abba Father. 

(I want to tell you a story that I’m hoping you’ll find pretty funny, that kind of sums up my emotions since I’ve been back):

All people obviously process things differently from each other.  I’ve never been a huge crier, especially not in front of others, but God really crushed my heart on this trip, and I cried close to every day.  A lot of times, I needed to cry a lot more, but once I stop it, I can’t just go back to it later, like a lot of other people I know.  Some people from our team said they just needed to go somewhere and ugly cry for a long time, and that works for them.  Wellll, my emotions tend to manifest themselves in a slightly crazier way!  I feel so much inside of me from this trip:  sadness at the circumstances of lots of the kids, despair over leaving them, a really deep longing to see and love certain kids again, like my pink baby, and knowing that on earth, I may never have that chance.  Since I’ve been  back, though, the most I’d ever done, (till yesterday!), was just to tear up at my memories.  It was building inside of me, no doubt, just waiting till the most opportune time to come out and make me seem completely mentally ill.  One of my dearest friends gave me my first Simply Love Africa shirt the morning I left.  I had been wanting it a long time, and when I came back home, I would wear it, and it was like it symbolized everything that the trip had been.  Well, night before last, I fell asleep journaling, and slept on top of my pen.  In the morning, I noticed there was a GIANT ink splotch on my sheets.  I went and showed my sister, and laughed about it, then turned to put them in the laundry and she’s like, “Um… you got it all over your shirt, too.”  Insert emotional breakdown.  I begin BAWLING. “NOOOO. NOT MY AFRICA SHIRT!”,  and I whip my shirt off, and blubber to my sister, “PLEASE TRY TO GET IT OUT!” , and proceed to make my way up the stairs in hysterics to get a different outfit on.  She keeps quiet, and gives me this scared, “oh. my. gosh. You are unstable look”, but doesn’t say anything, for her own safety, because, clearly, I am a little unstable at the moment.  haha! 

(this isn't really what I went and did.  I just think it's a great illustration of me being unstable. hahaha)

 While she is at the sink Oxy Cleaning my shirt and avoiding eye contact, I come lay on the counter, watching her, and ugly crying and rambling on.  Ending of the story: she gets my shirt clean, and I get my time to grieve a bit.  Ahem…well, um.. heh, now that that’s over….hahaha

Here are a few prayer needs that have really been on my heart lately.  If you want to join in praying about these with me, I would really love that!  

This is my beautiful, sweet, God loving friend named Sarah. 

 She lives at Canaan, and upon her 18^th birthday this July, she will have to move out into the village, on her own.  Please pray for her life, her safety, wisdom for her, and a job opportunity to come along.  Also, please pray for her aunt who lives in the village, that God would keep her safe, so that Sarah may have someone to care about her when she is on her own.

Please pray for the fledgling ministry called Living Hope. http://www.livinghopeuganda.org/ They are situated in a predominantly Muslim community, and the people who run it have the most beautiful, caring hearts.  They are in desperate need of finances, and a bigger facility, though, and they have just received two new children from really tough situations.  Their names are Purity and Shareif, so if you could lift them up in prayer, that would be so wonderful.  You can expect a post sometime in the near future to explain about this ministry a bit more! 

Also, if you need prayers for anything in your life, feel free to put it in our comments, (anonymously, if you want!), and Lindsay and I will most definitely lift that up in prayer for you!

Sorry for my lack of posting about our trip.  I’m going to try to get on that!

Love in Jesus,

Allison

Jotham.

This is exactly why God choose us to be together all week. 

We have a lot in common.

Doesn't his smile and giggle melt your heart?

Cleaned.

African Thunderstorms are the best.  They are just absolutely beautiful with all the birds and the greenery around.  I feel like I’m always in paradise with the rain beating on the tin roof I’m under and the thunder roaring.  The noise is just so peaceful and relaxing.  As I’m listening to the rain, I can’t help but think about Jesus and how he saved my life.  Each raindrop reminds me that he came and washed ALL my sins away.  He did it ALL, for the ugly me who repeatedly doesn't get it right, but in return he continues to wash me clean and let me try again.  He’s patience is overwhelming.  Someone has died.  As a guest pastor at my church in Memphis said, “Are you still shopping?”  Are you still shopping with trying to reach the top and acquiring more and more goods and putting your purpose into things that don’t matter?  Are you missing the reason why we’re all here because someone has died?  I’m so thankful that my Redeemer gave up his life because it should have been ME.

What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

    

Richard.

John and Jotham.

Backtracking:

After we left a piece of our hearts at M4, we drove to a little village outside of Jinja called  Buziika.  I absolutely adore this little village.  We arrived at Canaan’s Children’s Home.  When we pulled in we were greeted by all of the children jumping and screaming.  We slowly got off the bus into a mash pit of children where 2 children would immediately grab your hands and pull you to the side.  2 boys had grabbed my hands and they were my sons for the rest of the week.  Of course, we also added another addition, our little Liti and another one of their friends also tagged along for a lot of it.  My boys and my little bit never left my side.  I put them to bed every night and was greeted by them right outside my room every morning.  When I had to go to dinner, they would walk me right up to the door, and then would be waiting for me when I would come out.

Richard, Eddy, and I in the chapel.

Jotham is such a charmer.  He is a leader and very protective.   He is 13 years old and very smart.  If you want a boy to rattle off with you bible verses, it is this one.  I asked him what his name meant and he replied, Jotham, King of Judah.  It was absolutely precious.  He is at that age where you can tell he wanted to be loved, but at the same time is growing up.  He always would hold my hand and would lead me to where ever he had planned.   I loved to make him laugh and his giggle was infectious.  I absolutely loved his skin color and every time he would smile; it just took my breath away.  He has the most beautiful smile, but in most pictures is not smiling completely.  He also loves to sing, but was shy about singing around me.  Talk about a boy that could drum.  Jotham is your boy.  He was SO sweet and 2 of his brothers are also at Canaan’s.  This boy could also work all electronics and was a big fan of my ipod.  He shared the love of the song, Drop it Low. :]]  It was fun to sing some of the hit songs with the some of the boys who knew them.  I loved every minute of every day spent with him.      

When you give children your camera, you never know
what pictures will be taken or deleted.....right Allison?
haha.

Cuddling at night with Richard, James, and Eddy.
Props to Jotham the photographer.

Richard was my other boy and 10 years old.  He was so sensitive and you could just sense that he longs for a mother.  He lost both of his parents to AIDS when he was 1 year, and came to live at Canaan after that.  He would always grab my hand and wrap it around his head, so we would be closer when we walked.  Richard was also very protective of me too.  I definitely could tell how people say boys are Mama’s boys.   He loved to take pictures of himself.  I easily have over 50 pictures of just Richard, and I love every single one of them.  Richard was very thoughtful, and every night,when I kissed him goodnight his face was so sweet.  Jotham would wait for his and then giggle, but Richard would just look up to me and smile.  My heart was lost in his eyes.  It broke my heart because even though they have a house mom for the 20 boys their age that live in there, they do not get enough LOVE they crave and deserve.  

Putting the babies to bed.

Chapel love.
I adore this place.

Peter was one of Jotham and Richard’s good friends.  He is also 13 and began to become another part of my family for the 4 days we were there.  Peter was more reserved and quite.  He also was sick for 2 of the days, but I enjoyed getting to know him.  He is so patient, but also has great leadership skills when needed.  He is a strong boy and also loved to just sit next to me.  I’ve never appreciated just sitting and enjoying the silence.  At nighttime, after putting Liti to bed, I loved just sitting in silence loving on my boys while looking at the amazing stars.  It was so peaceful and just felt so right.  My heart aches to put them to bed again and just sit and soak God’s goodness up with them in my arms.  

Getting our love on.

One of Jotham's brother.

As soon as I look into those deep brown eyes with beautiful eyelashes, my heart melts.  Liticia was my little bitty girl during the 4 days.  I barely ever put her down unless I had to go somewhere.  I met her the first night when one of my teammates that God blessed me with, Melissa, and I decided to have a dance party with the little ones.  We peeked back into their room after we had put our boys to bed and found that they were still awake.  Like good mothers, we went in and riled them up a bit.  They love the part of Rhianna’s song, “Oh Na Na, What’s my name,”  and we  sang that over and over with them each taking a turn to sing it themselves.  We danced to some music and that is where my precious Liti came over to me and were dancing together while I held her and another girl.  Liti would just talk and laugh with her precious Lugandan voice.  Many of the little ones, including Liti, do not know how to speak very much English.  However Liti is very sassy and would reply to their room Mama, “Speak English.”  I was holding Liti and another girl, and we were dancing around for a while in a room with a very hot room on a sticky African night.  She then said something while looking at me, and I asked the Mama to ask her what she said to me.  The Mama informed me she said that I was sweaty now.  We laughed and laughed because it was true.  The other girl was 7 and was not light.  

Eldrine.

But if we are living in the light, as God is in the light, then we have fellowship with each other, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, cleanses us from all sin.

1 John 1:17

Jotham on his neat bed.

Richard on his bunk.

Liti always would run as fast as she could up to me and then stay cuddled up to me the rest of the night.  She was a tiny little thing, but boy was that girl sassy.  She loved to just snuggle and she LOVED sweeties.  (In Africa, sweeties are candy.)  She always was quick to find my water bottles, so usually I just got 2 so she could have one.   Her giggle warms my heart.  When I would put her to sleep in her bottom bunk I would say, “I love you.”  She would reply back.  “I love you so much.”  I’d say Goodnight, and I’d hear in return, “God bless.”  Oh, I would do anything to be able to hear her giggle and to put her to bed every day.  She is absolutely beautiful, and I desperately miss my little bit and my boys.  

Little boys.

How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God!

Hebrews 9:14

The gathering of kids right outside where the girls slept.  

After getting all the little ones back into bed, we headed in for the night.  Allison and I both enjoyed showers with freezing cold water.  I wish I had taken a picture of our shower. I mean there was no curtain just a stall with a toilet, sink, and shower basin.  The fact that there was no electricity, so we were showering in the dark put the icing on the cake.  Even though I didn't feel clean, I definitely felt a little cleaner since I was disgustingly caked in red dirt. I'm genuinely going to miss washing the layer of red off of my skin everyday.  It's Africa though, so you just embrace it. I know Allison and I would both agree on this; we would shower in that shower again in a heartbeat along with smelling the b.o. of almost every Ugandan just to spend the rest of our lives here.

This boy was so precious when he lead his group in singing.

"Come now, let us reason together," says the LORD. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.

Isaiah 1:18

Stylish Sarah

During our dance party.

Random Thoughts:

Time is flying by here so quickly. 

The internet here has been really spotty the past 2 days. 

Almost all of the children have bad colds and along with that coughs.  Pray for everyone's health here. 

I love Thunderstorms in Uganda.

The water in our shower here always smells rotten.

I honestly don't know how I'm going to leave my baby E.

Yesterday, we lead Sunday School again. 45 children in an itty bitty room is quite interesting. 

I love that the children at church now all sit by us. 3 different ones fell asleep in my arms at different times. LOVE.

Amani has 2 dogs, and the children are completely freaked out by them.

There is absolutely nothing like Ugandan worship.  I love watching people completely praise the LORD. 

I fall more and more in love with Uganda every day. 

My first picture with my Liti baby.
SO Precious.

I'm so excited and deeply humbled that the Lord has moved my parents' hearts to sponsor Martin Opio and Josiah Nampala from Canaan's!  I absolutely cannot wait to share with these 2 boys.  The children at Canaan know when they have a sponsor or not and I have seen the difference it has made in each of their lives.  They truly value their sponsor families.  Plus, I love everything about Canaan, and my heart will always remain here.  I was emailed an updated list of children that need sponsorship if anyone is interested.  Email me at lsvehla@yahoo.com.

Check out Canaan Children's Home:

http://www.canaanchildrenshome.org/

I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,

Find in Me thine all in all."

Jesus paid it ALL.

ALL to him I owe.

Sin had left a crimson stain, 

He washed it white as snow.

And when before the throne, 

I stand in Him complete.
“Jesus died my soul to save,” 

My lips shall still repea.

Jesus paid it ALL.

ALL to him I owe.

Sin had left a crimson stain, 

He washed it white as snow.

Pics from Lately.

Oh babies, how I LOVE thee.

S, the happiest baby I've ever seen in my life.
He makes me feel SO close to Jesus.  It's unbelievable.

E, the 6 month old.
After 1 week, you could not believe the difference.
His cheeks are SO full!

R, The HAM.

M and M
The Twins.

My baby E on the left cheesing for me and G the DIVA.

Oh melt my heart.
I love this look followed by her nodding YES.
My E.

M, my other babyyy.

F and S; Getting ready for snack.

M; ALL boy.

The DIVA again.

Miss SA; The Sassafras.

Peace.

Oh the peace in Africa.  I love every single thing about Uganda; the sights, the smells, and the relaxing mode everything is done in.  There is no rush to get things done.  They genuinely savor every moment they have together.  Last night, we had a bonfire with the toddlers and preschoolers.  Some of the mamas and their families joined as well.  They had delicious fruit cut up for us and amazinggggg rolexs.  They are chapati with egg, tomato, cabbage, onions, and green peppers rolled inside.  Let me tell you, they are SO good.  So while the little ones were gazing in awe and roasting marshmallows, a couple of the volunteers and I were learning how to make chapati and how to roll it out.  Yeahhhh….it was a good effort, but it was hard cooking by candlelight, and I need more practice. 

Everything was just amazing.  Laughter was all around and everyone played a part in helping make the rolexes.  The night was so peaceful and all of them were just savoring the time together.  I think my favorite part by far tonight was when they all started to sing Ugandan songs, while I was trying to roll out my chipati.   It was absolutely beautiful.  One of the girls kept saying, "It just feels like Africa," and it did.  It was exactly what I needed, a peaceful, quite evening that I could just relax and reflect on God’s goodness.  He continues to remind me to not be in a rush everywhere I go.  Back home, everything is about getting it done as quick as possible, and I’m definitely guilty with that as I’m always on a mission and walking with a purpose.  It takes a lot for me to quit my mind and just sit and listen to the Lord. 

Horrible Faces, but making chapati

Here are some pictures from lately.  I’m in love with this little baby girl, E. She just got here 2 months ago and is finally starting to get a belly on her.  She’s absolutely precious, and I adore her snorting laughter with her 2 bottom teeth.  She is by far the calmest out of all the other little ones, so she usually is last because she is patient enough to wait and doesn’t usually cry, unless I put her down of course.  She gets these big puppy dog eyes, followed by the lips that are also adorable.   Her snorty laughter just gets to me.  Whenever she sees me, she lets out this little screech and claps her hands and it is completely precious.  I’m taking her today for 1 on 1 time, and I cannot wait.  Yesterday, she also helped me take down the laundry from the line.  Absolutely precious.      

Last Saturday, I was also able to go and visit all my babies at Canaan’s Children’s Home again.  Oh, how I’ve missed that place, and I’ve only been gone one week.   My next blog post was supposed to be about our trip when we met them, but the campfire taught me so much.  I left just sitting and reflecting on everything the Lord has given me.  He reminds me that I am a “mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” (James 4:14)  He’s right, I “do not even know what will happen tomorrow,” but I do know that he has the whole world in his hands.  This life is only a small dot in the life I’m going to live, and I don’t know about you, but I want to live the majority of my life in eternity with the King.      

 “God is not the author of confusion, but of peace.” -1 Corinthians 14:33

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.” –John 14:27

Jotham.
Love my boyyy.

I love the surprise pictures my boys leave me with.
Richard.

Favor.

Marvinnnn.

My Liti baby.
Pictures are taking foreverrrrr. I'll try to fix this tomorrow.
Not sure what happened.

Some of the children at Canaan's and some of the other volunteers at Amani

He has plans for me, even if I get frustrated with his plans for me.  Sometimes I wonder why things happen, but I know that his provision is over everything.  He knows what part he wants me to play in his story, if I say, “YES.”  He gives me peace even when I don’t understand because he IS the Prince of Peace.     I challenge you to take time this next week and just seek the Lord’s guidance.  Listen for a change and let him fill you up.  Our God is rarely early, but never late.  He’s always there.  Take this week and just slow down and savor each moment you have with your family and friends. 

“I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” -John 16:33

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

  Love from deep down in my heart,  

PS. I'll add more pictures to this post later.  They are taking foreverrr to upload.  

I wish I knew what they were saying

Another favorite of ours.

We love when they go high.

Keep Saving Me

Backtracking to M4:


Today my heart is numb.  My mind keeps flashing back to my day at M4, and my heart doesn’t know what to do.  It is on emotion overload and is just in a deep state of sorrow.  Oh but yes, it is a very good thing.  I lived a very naive life.  I knew things like this existed, but it was very easy to get my mind off of it because I never had experienced their life.  I had never felt their pain or even wanted to feel their pain.  Today, I have, and at the bottom of my heart just sits an ache.  The ache doesn't go away.  It pounds and pounds.  Sometimes I can push it aside, but then a face comes to mind, and it comes back even stronger.  I want to know what they're doing and how they're feeling.  I want to hold them in my arms and whisper to them that everything will be okay and that their sadness will go away, but the truth is that I can't.  I can't hold them in my arms where I want them to be and where they want to be.  I can't tell them that their sadness will go away or that a family will come for them.  I can’t tell them that they will have food to eat everyday and that somebody will be there to wipe their tears away when they fall.  I want to always be there to protect them.  I wish I could tell them that they have a sponsor who loves them so much and was willing to sacrifice and trust God on their behalf.  All of this and more just breaks my heart.  This disparity is reality for so many innocent children.  Innocent babies.

I'm more and more amazed at God's design each day.

After our visit to M3, we traveled to M4.  I honestly don’t think that there are many orphanages worse than this place.  The poor caretakers are completely underfunded and understaffed.  (I saw 2.)  There were easily around 150 children.  All of the children were sick and a handful of them were special needs.  When we first arrived it looked like there were a lot of children 2-12, but all of a sudden babies just started popping up out of nowhere.  It was unbelievable.  The government has finally given approval that Sixty Feet can begin to work there.  My VO team was the first team to ever visit this facility.  This facility isn’t a prison, although, it felt like one.  The children are sent here due to parents becoming incarcerated, vulnerable or orphaned children, or children being relinquished by their parents.  

The conditions were absolutely horrendous.  We hadn’t even been there 5 minutes and a girl around the age of 10 had a seizure right there in front of us.  Some other girls around her same age pulled her by her legs inside the building.  The children were all in desperate need of love and attention.  Every single child was sick and had a cough and runny nose.  Many were also running high fevers and were burning up in our arms.  The government only allowed us to be there a little over 2 hours.  There was not enough time to give enough love, and was so hard to pull ourselves together and get onto the bus, when we knew that we were all the children had.  We didn’t even get a chance to walk around the property because we all were in a state of shock and busy loving on the children.  While one of my team members was holding a precious baby, the baby began to convulse.  The girl just tried to stay calm, but how can your heart not break for this poor child who is not receiving any treatment and is just dying a slow and painful death.  

 .

It had a beautiful rainbow coming off of it.  

My boy was Moses.  As soon as I walked off the bus, all the children were on the porch type thing.  I remember he had walked around on the front of the railing just dangling there.  He had an adorable cheesy smile and was just waving.  I came and scooped him right up and he was my baby for the short time we had together.  He understood quite a bit of English and was almost 4 years old.  We walked over to see the other kids, and he was so excited for me to hold him.  A special needs girl around 10 was laying in the yard naked struggling to put clothes on herself.  I quickly made my way over to help her and put Moses on the ground next to me.  Some of the other older girls at the orphanage came over to help as well.   The girl was beautiful and my heart just went out to her and everything that she has had to go through.  She looked at me with her big drooly, smile and it was hard to keep myself together at that moment and not bawl.  I picked up Moses and got one of the bows to give him and told him that I would be right back while I ran to the bus to get things I had brought.  Once I came back around the corner, even though everyone else had gone into a room, he was waiting for me and came running back to me.  

After giving the children biscuits (cookies) and handing out the bows and toys, it was time for us to leave.  The stay was definitely way too short.  I honestly still do not know how I managed to leave that place.  I told Moses that it was time for me to go as he was gripping my neck and rubbing his sweet little hands on my back.  I was giving him lots of kisses as the tears began to stream down my face.  I looked at the team members already on the bus and all of them were crying as well.  Moses then whispered in his little voice, “I want to go with you on the bus.”  At that point, my heart had shattered.  We were his only hope.  We were his lifeline.  He knew we were different, and he was willing to risk going into the unknown.  How do you tell a child that is wasting away in a prison/rehabilitation center that he can’t go with you?  Oh Moses, I wish I could take you out of that place and always have you in my loving arms.  My tears were flowing all down my face and onto his head which was lying on my shoulder.  When I bent down to set him on the ground, our eyes made contact, and he was crying too.  God wrecked me right there.  The pain and suffering was so real and present.  The least of the least were staring in my face, and there was nothing I could do at the moment to take them away from there, instead I had to be the one to leave.  He followed me to my window on the bus and sat down in the dirt and looked down with his big brown eyes.  He occasionally would look back up, but the despair was overwhelming.  As the van pulled away, I was doing the ugly cry.  Allison was right next to me doing the same.  Oh my Moses, you are my little man and your face will ever be imprinted on my heart along with all the rest of the children at M4. God is the answer and the only way because we are all not strong enough by ourselves.  Jesus, please come back soon.   

"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.”

Revelation 21:4

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.  

2 Corinthians 12:9

“I try to be so tough, but I’m just not strong enough.  I can’t do this alone.  God, I need you to hold onto me.  I try to be good enough, but I’m nothing without your love.  Savior please, keep saving me.”

Savior Please

Josh Wilson