I'm a photographer; I've been playing with my parents' camera for as long as I can remember though I didn't always have permission and the pictures were not the highest quality. I've always loved capturing moments that I can go back to at any given moment and remember and laugh or cry. I remember fighting with my siblings for the camera whenever we went on trips or had a big event; I wanted so badly to remember things a certain way - for people to see my perspective and my story. But as I've grown, I've found that I like telling other people's stories through photography more than my own. I want to capture the moments that no one else sees, I want to capture moments where I know God is smiling down on His children and they are unaware of this fact because they can't see for themselves the beauty of their own hands, feet and mouth.
It's easy to forget that God uses the tiniest things for His glory and that everything we do, for Him, is a part of building His kingdom here on earth. God everywhere and in everything though sometimes we forget it doesn't change the fact that He is still there and sees the tiniest acts of love in His name.
I understand when people ask me to take a picture of them doing something or with someone but I'd much rather catch that moment where that volunteer is tying that pair of tennis shoes that just won't seem to stay tied. That moment at the end of the day when though a nap is all they desire, they chase a child around the yard just to hear the sound of their laughter. I want to capture that tickle fight or the excitement when a child walks through the gate and sees their beloved teacher or helper. When though it's painful for both involved, a wound is cleaned to prevent infection.
To capture the love in a healing touch, the warmth of a hug, the joy of a friend, wonder of something new, laughter in hard circumstances, peace in chaos, strength in weakness, self-control during a storm, a small act of kindness with a large result, finding the good amongst the bad, the faithful one that is content with working behind the scenes, a gentle reminder to a struggling child and happiness in the smallest things. That is what I want to capture.
One of my favorite quotes is: "Beautiful things don't ask for attention" - Secret Life of Walter Mitty
Why am I writing all of this? Well, while photography is one of my passions, it enables me to show Gods power to others, to show His love gleaming in the little moments here in Haiti with just a snap of a shutter. But in order to send these pictures to you, I have to have a laptop. I left for Haiti in January with a laptop that wasn't in mint condition but I expected to get many years out of it. Unfortunately, there was an accident at the beginning of the summer and my laptop was damaged but by the grace of God, I was able to use it for the rest of the summer and share pictures and updates with all of you from it. But sadly, my computer has finally died & so I am without a laptop and therefore without a means to share.
I have set up a GoFundMe site for a new laptop. It seems like such a silly thing to ask for but I feel led to write this and to watch and see what God has in store. To donate visit: http://www.gofundme.com/amacforher
Thank you all for taking the time to read this and for prayerfully consider donating. $1,000 seems like a huge amount, but that doesn't stop God and I always find it easier when things are broken down: If 50 people give $20 we've met our goal!!!
Thank you again and I hope to be sharing photos with you again very soon!
P.S if you're new to my blog or my photography you can check out my photos here: H.e.r Photography
Friday, August 29, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Beni Sèye A ~ Bless the Lord
As Orange group left, my translator and I took a seat on a bench and let out a deep sigh, we'd made it another day teaching the crazy class of 42 little 5-7 little boys and no one was injured miraculously enough and we'd all had fun! But the heat was raging inside the carport and I was so thankful to see pink group walking in through the gate; girls 8-10.
They stayed in line until they got close to my bench and then came at me shouting my name and covering me with kisses. As I sat on the bench laughing; I kissed those that I could and avoided one special little girl that always tried to lick my cheek; because if she succeeded I would squeal and that was hilarious to her. Once they were all kissed and my special girl tickled and kissed; I announced that we would be playing Duck, Duck Goose! This is their favorite game; everyday, throughout the duration of english camp, at least one of them would ask me if we were going to play it that day, as I've written before in a previous post I'd modified the original Duck, Duck, Goose! And they absolutely loved it! It also made the game last a little longer as well.
This group of girls were very closely knit. It seemed they all knew eachothers names, knew what each other liked and didn't liked, kept track of who had or hadn't run already and cheered for each other every single time and were the most obedient out of the four younger classes. I got to know a lot of them very well and three I knew previously from preschool. They tried to braid and string beads into my hair one day and almost succeeded, much to my surprise (I have very fine and thin hair) and one of the strands stayed in for a couple days.
One day, after we'd played all the games I had planned and were taking a water break, I looked at the clock to find we still had about 15 min. left; yes, we still had to drink water but that wasn't going to last more than 5 min. at most! When I told one of their jr. counselors she suggested we have them sing. My translator loves to sing and so once the girls were finished drinking from the clear little water bags he led them in 10,000 Reasons or as they call it here Bless the Lord.
As their angelic voices raised to God I closed my eyes; they sang the chorus in english then in kreyol and then in english again; I expected them to stop but then three voices continued strong singing the actual lyrics in Kreyol. I'd heard this song all over, in Haitian churches as we drove by on our way to our church, the preschoolers singing it, our staff as they worked, children just randomly singing it on the streets or next door and everytime it just filled my heart with hope, hope for this little island of roughly 10 million people. That when the sun comes up and it's a new day dawning that they would find peace and joy in singing His song again. And that whatever may pass and whatever lies before they would be singing when the evening comes. Life here is not easy, voodoo is a very dark cloud that hangs low over these people and it's my prayer that they would all come to know their Savior that they would know for a fact that He is rich in love and slow to anger that His name is great and His heart is kind and they would find and know ten thousand reasons to sing His praise and then that day comes and their strength is failing that they would go home to His arms and would sing His praise unending ten thousand years and then forevermore.
I love every single one of the kids I met this summer at English Camp. Though some were a little tougher than others I still love them and pray that what they heard about Jesus would sink in and they would all come to a saving knowledge of Him. That they saw Jesus shining through us and would have a hunger and a thirst to know more about Him.
Bless the Lord
Oh my soul, oh my soul
Worship His holy name
Sing like never before
Oh, my soul
I worship His holy name
They stayed in line until they got close to my bench and then came at me shouting my name and covering me with kisses. As I sat on the bench laughing; I kissed those that I could and avoided one special little girl that always tried to lick my cheek; because if she succeeded I would squeal and that was hilarious to her. Once they were all kissed and my special girl tickled and kissed; I announced that we would be playing Duck, Duck Goose! This is their favorite game; everyday, throughout the duration of english camp, at least one of them would ask me if we were going to play it that day, as I've written before in a previous post I'd modified the original Duck, Duck, Goose! And they absolutely loved it! It also made the game last a little longer as well.
This group of girls were very closely knit. It seemed they all knew eachothers names, knew what each other liked and didn't liked, kept track of who had or hadn't run already and cheered for each other every single time and were the most obedient out of the four younger classes. I got to know a lot of them very well and three I knew previously from preschool. They tried to braid and string beads into my hair one day and almost succeeded, much to my surprise (I have very fine and thin hair) and one of the strands stayed in for a couple days.
One day, after we'd played all the games I had planned and were taking a water break, I looked at the clock to find we still had about 15 min. left; yes, we still had to drink water but that wasn't going to last more than 5 min. at most! When I told one of their jr. counselors she suggested we have them sing. My translator loves to sing and so once the girls were finished drinking from the clear little water bags he led them in 10,000 Reasons or as they call it here Bless the Lord.
As their angelic voices raised to God I closed my eyes; they sang the chorus in english then in kreyol and then in english again; I expected them to stop but then three voices continued strong singing the actual lyrics in Kreyol. I'd heard this song all over, in Haitian churches as we drove by on our way to our church, the preschoolers singing it, our staff as they worked, children just randomly singing it on the streets or next door and everytime it just filled my heart with hope, hope for this little island of roughly 10 million people. That when the sun comes up and it's a new day dawning that they would find peace and joy in singing His song again. And that whatever may pass and whatever lies before they would be singing when the evening comes. Life here is not easy, voodoo is a very dark cloud that hangs low over these people and it's my prayer that they would all come to know their Savior that they would know for a fact that He is rich in love and slow to anger that His name is great and His heart is kind and they would find and know ten thousand reasons to sing His praise and then that day comes and their strength is failing that they would go home to His arms and would sing His praise unending ten thousand years and then forevermore.
I love every single one of the kids I met this summer at English Camp. Though some were a little tougher than others I still love them and pray that what they heard about Jesus would sink in and they would all come to a saving knowledge of Him. That they saw Jesus shining through us and would have a hunger and a thirst to know more about Him.
Bless the Lord
Oh my soul, oh my soul
Worship His holy name
Sing like never before
Oh, my soul
I worship His holy name
Saturday, August 23, 2014
What Time is it Mr. Wolf?
Green group, boys 8-9, entered the gate all in a perfect line, their hands on each others shoulders singing with their leader:
Leader - "Agoch!"
Green group -"Adwat"
Leader - "Agoch!"
Green Group - "Adwat"
Together - "Goch, dwat, goch, dwat!"
As their head jr. counselor passed me he tipped his imaginary hat and called out "Mesye di bonjou a madame Hope"(Sirs say good morning to miss Hope) "Bonjou Madame Hope!" they all cried, some giving me high fives, others leaning in quickly for a kiss on their cheek as they passed by and four boys in particular broke the line to give me a hug and say "Good morning Hope, how are you today?" and a couple more sentences that they learned in english class from Miss Sarah. Their head counselor had them all make a circle and stand quietly, I was SO impressed! And told them all how proud I was of them and thanked them all for listening and obeying their jr. counselor.
"Are you ready to play Twizzle?" I asked "YES!" resounded from inside the carport and I couldn't help but let out a laugh and smile as I began to call out "March, march, march" and the boys joined in; a couple adding "et" (and in Kreyol) I waited a little bit as I watched the anticipation building on their faces "annnnd sit down!" they all squatted looking around to see if everyone had done the same "stand up!" again they scanned their group to see if anyone was out yet. "sit down, stand up, sit down, sit down!" we all laughed as several of the boys stood up instead of staying seated and were tickled out of the circle to stand outside of it and help me watch for others that would be out. We played this for a while; I added different movements and whenever I said "Twizzle" the boys had to jump and do a 180 turn. Anticipation grew as the circle became smaller and smaller until there were just two boys left, I began doing a pattern "Sit down, stand up, jump, twizzle" I repeated this until the boys had figured out the pattern, then... with a slight smile I called out "Sit down, stand up, jump, twizzle, stand up!" one continued the pattern while the other had listened to what I said and remained standing! "Li genyen!" (he won) we all shouted and as I lifted the boys arms and congratulated him.
"All right, go touch the wall" I called and 39 pairs of feet went racing away to the wall opposite the carport. "Ok, ok?" I called their attention to me "Ok!" they called back, "Today we're going to play..." cheers erupted into the summer heat as I announced their favorite game; What Time is it Mr. Wolf? Since we had a new child in the group I explained it for him and just as a refresher for the rest, "You children are the sheep and your jr. counselors and leader are the wolves... especially this one" I said pushing a jr. counselor off of his perch on the small wall in the carport "ale jwe" (go play) I encouraged him. I continued to explain that after I counted to 3 they needed to ask "What time is it Mr. Wolf?" and then I was going to say a time (e.g 4 o'clock) they would need to take that many steps towards the wolves, they should continue asking and moving forward until I called out "LUNCHTIME!" when I yelled this they needed to run back to the wall before the wolves could snatch them.
"If a wolf catches you, you're out!" I explained "Are you ready?" laughing I climbed up on the little ledge to be out of the way of stampeding children as I'd been asked/told to take it easy having been down the day before with malaria.
"1, 2, 3!!!" I called out
"What time is it Mr. Wolf?"
"10 o'clock!"
"1, 2, 3, 4..." with every number they took a step until they reached 10 and then it began again; closer and closer they came to the waiting wolves, "5 o'clock, 3 o'clock" until they were all nervously standing in front of them, knowing that I would call lunchtime soon, the anticipation was killing everyone as I chuckled to myself "1 o'clock" one step closer "annnd LUNCHTIME!!!!!" I nearly fell off of the ledge laughing as I watched "organized chaos" take place before me.
The children went racing in all directions, trying to avoid the wolves that surrounded them, there was squealing and laughing as children narrowly escaped fingers that reached out just inches from catching them; as well as some shouts of displeasure followed by laughter as those that were caught were tickled by the captures before they were released to watch the game from the benches.
We played this until there just a handful of kids left. I watched as the Jr counselor I'd pushed off the wall to play; dove to catch a child, barely missed him and slammed his head into the door of one of the port a potties. He popped right back up though! "oh" my hand went to my mouth in shock, but on seeing he was ok I couldn't help but laugh as what had just happened replayed in my head and all the boys around me, who'd been caught and witnessed what happened began laughing along with me. Checking to see if he was ok (once I got my laughter under control, though he was laughing too) we finished the game and then handed out bags of water before they lined back up and headed to their next class.
These boys continued this awesome behavior throughout the next weeks and earned a pool party on one of the Friday Fun Days for their good behavior in ALL of their classes!
I loved teaching younger p.e during English Camp with Maranatha Children's Ministries, these boys hold a special place in my heart and I already miss seeing each of their smiling faces every morning. Just like these boys all of your hard work will pay off so don't stop working towards the honor and glory of our heavenly Father.
Leader - "Agoch!"
Green group -"Adwat"
Leader - "Agoch!"
Green Group - "Adwat"
Together - "Goch, dwat, goch, dwat!"
As their head jr. counselor passed me he tipped his imaginary hat and called out "Mesye di bonjou a madame Hope"(Sirs say good morning to miss Hope) "Bonjou Madame Hope!" they all cried, some giving me high fives, others leaning in quickly for a kiss on their cheek as they passed by and four boys in particular broke the line to give me a hug and say "Good morning Hope, how are you today?" and a couple more sentences that they learned in english class from Miss Sarah. Their head counselor had them all make a circle and stand quietly, I was SO impressed! And told them all how proud I was of them and thanked them all for listening and obeying their jr. counselor.
"Are you ready to play Twizzle?" I asked "YES!" resounded from inside the carport and I couldn't help but let out a laugh and smile as I began to call out "March, march, march" and the boys joined in; a couple adding "et" (and in Kreyol) I waited a little bit as I watched the anticipation building on their faces "annnnd sit down!" they all squatted looking around to see if everyone had done the same "stand up!" again they scanned their group to see if anyone was out yet. "sit down, stand up, sit down, sit down!" we all laughed as several of the boys stood up instead of staying seated and were tickled out of the circle to stand outside of it and help me watch for others that would be out. We played this for a while; I added different movements and whenever I said "Twizzle" the boys had to jump and do a 180 turn. Anticipation grew as the circle became smaller and smaller until there were just two boys left, I began doing a pattern "Sit down, stand up, jump, twizzle" I repeated this until the boys had figured out the pattern, then... with a slight smile I called out "Sit down, stand up, jump, twizzle, stand up!" one continued the pattern while the other had listened to what I said and remained standing! "Li genyen!" (he won) we all shouted and as I lifted the boys arms and congratulated him.
"All right, go touch the wall" I called and 39 pairs of feet went racing away to the wall opposite the carport. "Ok, ok?" I called their attention to me "Ok!" they called back, "Today we're going to play..." cheers erupted into the summer heat as I announced their favorite game; What Time is it Mr. Wolf? Since we had a new child in the group I explained it for him and just as a refresher for the rest, "You children are the sheep and your jr. counselors and leader are the wolves... especially this one" I said pushing a jr. counselor off of his perch on the small wall in the carport "ale jwe" (go play) I encouraged him. I continued to explain that after I counted to 3 they needed to ask "What time is it Mr. Wolf?" and then I was going to say a time (e.g 4 o'clock) they would need to take that many steps towards the wolves, they should continue asking and moving forward until I called out "LUNCHTIME!" when I yelled this they needed to run back to the wall before the wolves could snatch them.
"If a wolf catches you, you're out!" I explained "Are you ready?" laughing I climbed up on the little ledge to be out of the way of stampeding children as I'd been asked/told to take it easy having been down the day before with malaria.
"1, 2, 3!!!" I called out
"What time is it Mr. Wolf?"
"10 o'clock!"
"1, 2, 3, 4..." with every number they took a step until they reached 10 and then it began again; closer and closer they came to the waiting wolves, "5 o'clock, 3 o'clock" until they were all nervously standing in front of them, knowing that I would call lunchtime soon, the anticipation was killing everyone as I chuckled to myself "1 o'clock" one step closer "annnd LUNCHTIME!!!!!" I nearly fell off of the ledge laughing as I watched "organized chaos" take place before me.
The children went racing in all directions, trying to avoid the wolves that surrounded them, there was squealing and laughing as children narrowly escaped fingers that reached out just inches from catching them; as well as some shouts of displeasure followed by laughter as those that were caught were tickled by the captures before they were released to watch the game from the benches.
We played this until there just a handful of kids left. I watched as the Jr counselor I'd pushed off the wall to play; dove to catch a child, barely missed him and slammed his head into the door of one of the port a potties. He popped right back up though! "oh" my hand went to my mouth in shock, but on seeing he was ok I couldn't help but laugh as what had just happened replayed in my head and all the boys around me, who'd been caught and witnessed what happened began laughing along with me. Checking to see if he was ok (once I got my laughter under control, though he was laughing too) we finished the game and then handed out bags of water before they lined back up and headed to their next class.
These boys continued this awesome behavior throughout the next weeks and earned a pool party on one of the Friday Fun Days for their good behavior in ALL of their classes!
I loved teaching younger p.e during English Camp with Maranatha Children's Ministries, these boys hold a special place in my heart and I already miss seeing each of their smiling faces every morning. Just like these boys all of your hard work will pay off so don't stop working towards the honor and glory of our heavenly Father.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
My Bumblebees
My first class of the day was yellow group, the youngest group of girls ages 5-7. I knew four girls in that class from teaching preschool and on the first day they came running to me for the hug and kiss they knew they would receive; a couple of the girls that I didn't know followed them and they all recieved the same. We tried to play a game where everyone said their name while doing a silly action and everyone repeated; but for some reason hearing 32 names twice it didn't really stick.
As the weeks passed (way too quickly) I began to look forward to yellow groups huge tackle hug (everyone joined in now) I waited as all the other groups passed the carport, where I taught younger p.e, out the gate and off to their first class of the day. Then as yellow group came swarming around the corner towards me yelling "Hoooope" or "Mwen Hope" (my Hope) I couldn't help but laugh and try to say "Good morning" as they barreled into me each laughing, lifting little their heads up, forming their little lips into a kiss and calling attention to themselves as I worked my way around the group giving them a kiss on their forehead or cheek.
One of their favorite games was called Barnyard.
In this game we split the girls into three groups and named them either: cats, dogs or sheep. The jr counselors and leaders stood in the middle or off to the side, I paused, watching the excitement on their faces as they waited to see which group got to run... "Baa" came the call and all the sheep went running to touch the wall before someone could touch them; the jr counselors and leaders would race to try and catch a child before they were safe at the wall.
This game was also one of my favorites because everyone involved just couldn't help but smile and squeal as they raced or were caught and swung around in the arms of one of their leaders. I tried to mix it up calling another group to the wall while the leaders were trying to catch the last couple from the previous group, their faces as they were caught off guard made the little girls laugh hysterically as they raced close to their stunned leaders without being caught. During the last week girls that had been caught could get back into the game if they could say a sentence in english. Others were content to sit with me and "help" me call out the different groups. And certain little girls, while they participated in the game tried to be caught because it meant that they were swung around in their leaders arms and then they got to cuddle with me on my bench or be tickled as they watched the game continue.
I loved my little bumblebees, those girls were never without a smile on their face or a kind thing to say. They had just as much energy as the crazy boy group their age but they used it to spread joy and laughter and to play the games better.
This game reminded me of us and our relationship with God, because though we race around doing this and that and as this world discourages us and we're brought to our knees we run to the promise of heaven and the fact that there will be no more tears there and we will be made new. While this is all true and wonderful we sometimes forget and maybe just don't think about the fact that God is the real thing we should be longing for and as the entire human race races and tries to work their way to heaven, we should be racing to God's arms.
We were asked a question by one of our Directors, Bryon. He asked us during a devotion "If Jesus wasn't in heaven, would you still want to go?" think on that a little bit through-out this week; do we love Him because of what He gives us or does for us or do we love Him simply... for Him?
As the weeks passed (way too quickly) I began to look forward to yellow groups huge tackle hug (everyone joined in now) I waited as all the other groups passed the carport, where I taught younger p.e, out the gate and off to their first class of the day. Then as yellow group came swarming around the corner towards me yelling "Hoooope" or "Mwen Hope" (my Hope) I couldn't help but laugh and try to say "Good morning" as they barreled into me each laughing, lifting little their heads up, forming their little lips into a kiss and calling attention to themselves as I worked my way around the group giving them a kiss on their forehead or cheek.
One of their favorite games was called Barnyard.
In this game we split the girls into three groups and named them either: cats, dogs or sheep. The jr counselors and leaders stood in the middle or off to the side, I paused, watching the excitement on their faces as they waited to see which group got to run... "Baa" came the call and all the sheep went running to touch the wall before someone could touch them; the jr counselors and leaders would race to try and catch a child before they were safe at the wall.
This game was also one of my favorites because everyone involved just couldn't help but smile and squeal as they raced or were caught and swung around in the arms of one of their leaders. I tried to mix it up calling another group to the wall while the leaders were trying to catch the last couple from the previous group, their faces as they were caught off guard made the little girls laugh hysterically as they raced close to their stunned leaders without being caught. During the last week girls that had been caught could get back into the game if they could say a sentence in english. Others were content to sit with me and "help" me call out the different groups. And certain little girls, while they participated in the game tried to be caught because it meant that they were swung around in their leaders arms and then they got to cuddle with me on my bench or be tickled as they watched the game continue.
I loved my little bumblebees, those girls were never without a smile on their face or a kind thing to say. They had just as much energy as the crazy boy group their age but they used it to spread joy and laughter and to play the games better.
This game reminded me of us and our relationship with God, because though we race around doing this and that and as this world discourages us and we're brought to our knees we run to the promise of heaven and the fact that there will be no more tears there and we will be made new. While this is all true and wonderful we sometimes forget and maybe just don't think about the fact that God is the real thing we should be longing for and as the entire human race races and tries to work their way to heaven, we should be racing to God's arms.
We were asked a question by one of our Directors, Bryon. He asked us during a devotion "If Jesus wasn't in heaven, would you still want to go?" think on that a little bit through-out this week; do we love Him because of what He gives us or does for us or do we love Him simply... for Him?
Monday, August 18, 2014
Strength Will Rise
Every evening, after English Camp we gather around the pool (unless it's raining in which we move inside) for a time of worship and devotions, some nights this ends up being rather late and a lot of us find ourselves longing for a cool shower to wash the dirt and sweat of the day off. But this is also one of my favorite times of the day because whether it's the words in the music or someones devotions God always manages to touch my heart in one way or another.
One evening we gathered around the pool after a particularly long week, we'd had a couple scares and a few injuries and I found myself just hurting and wanting to be with the kids, caring and loving on them all the time. I knew that these kids being Haitian were much safer than I would be out on the streets etc but still I found myself longing to go with them as they all headed home in their little groups; wanting to make sure those with little injuries were carried for properly so they would not get an infection and just loving on them and being an example for them. I sat there trying to push it away from my mind as the boys brought out the guitars. God however had heard my silent cry, He had felt the longing in my heart and as the first chords were played God lifted up my head and I began to sing:
Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord
We will wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord
Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord
We will wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord
Patience is not my strongest point, but waiting on God I find to be a little easier; call me crazy but I find His timing is always perfect and if I just sit tight and rejoice in Him, He is always worth the wait!
One evening we gathered around the pool after a particularly long week, we'd had a couple scares and a few injuries and I found myself just hurting and wanting to be with the kids, caring and loving on them all the time. I knew that these kids being Haitian were much safer than I would be out on the streets etc but still I found myself longing to go with them as they all headed home in their little groups; wanting to make sure those with little injuries were carried for properly so they would not get an infection and just loving on them and being an example for them. I sat there trying to push it away from my mind as the boys brought out the guitars. God however had heard my silent cry, He had felt the longing in my heart and as the first chords were played God lifted up my head and I began to sing:
Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord
We will wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord
Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord
We will wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord
Patience is not my strongest point, but waiting on God I find to be a little easier; call me crazy but I find His timing is always perfect and if I just sit tight and rejoice in Him, He is always worth the wait!
Our God, You reign forever
Our hope, our Strong Deliverer
Our hope, our Strong Deliverer
You are the everlasting God
The everlasting God
He is the everlasting God; He's not going anywhere and He will never let me go
You do not faint
You won't grow weary
The everlasting God
He is the everlasting God; He's not going anywhere and He will never let me go
You do not faint
You won't grow weary
You're the defender of the weak
You comfort those in need
You lift us up on the wings
Like eagles
You comfort those in need
You lift us up on the wings
Like eagles
Leaning into God and receiving: strength, love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness and self control from Him on a daily basis is one of His many blessings that He pours on us, sometimes I overlook His blessings in a day; but I know each day holds at least a 100 in that: it's a new day, I'm breathing, I'm walking, I'm talking, I can hear, I can see, He has forgiven all our sins, He is mine and I am His, He loves me and on and on the list goes!
English Camp is a lot of work; but it's life changing and I would encourage all of you to volunteer for a week or more next year and if coming here is not a possibility right now sending supplies and other people here to love and work with these kids. There are 2 kinds of Christians: the givers and the goers (we should all be prayers) which one are you?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)