the gist

I'm not normal. I think you'll begin to see that when you start reading.
Normal girls my age are caught up in their new boyfriend or pair of frye boots. But me? I'm caught up in the grace that saved me from eternal destruction and the Man who gave me that grace. To put it simply, I'm crazy about my God.
And that's not normal.

Behind every action, lies motivation. So what's my motivation?
I want to provide everyone with access to see that God loves them. I want people to know the thoughts and conflicts that cloud my naive mind...


...and I like to blog.

As you read these letters, Candice is you. I am writing these letters to you- whoever you may be.

So when you see her name, say your name.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

jumping in with both feet

{haiti day 1}
Dear Candice,
I'm on the plane to Port-Au-Prince. It's all real. The pilot just came on the speakers and said we're 100 miles away. It's acctually happening.
I don't know what to expect. I've never had to worry about safety. I've never had to deal with a language barrier. This is all so much to me.Ii don't know what to know. There is so much that is unknown. Part of me is afraid. But I know that I have nothing to fear. Psalm 56:18 says, "When I am afraid, I put my trust in You." So if and when I get in situations where I start to get scared, I will put my trust in Him.
I have a friend who has such a love and burning passion for Haiti and is so changed by what it did to him. Darden has  been praying for me and encouraging me through the whole Haiti process. I was talking to him this morning when he asked me if i was anxious. I said yes, which is probably an understatement. I am nervous. I don't know what's going to happen or what this trip will bring. So after i told him that i was nervous, he replied, "Good. That means you're ready."
Am I? Am I ready to go and experience a third world country, let alone one of the most empoverished? I trust Darden. But I trust Jesus more. And I know for sure that I would not be here if God didn't think I was ready.
So here I go.
the moment I've been waiting for.
I love you.
Love,
Sara

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