First off, I apologize for my lack of blogging; I am no avid writer. I prefer conversations; Its hard for me to put into a few short words the whole of my experiences and thoughts and emotions, but I shall try.
We are at the end of the road here in Africa, but in reality we are just coming to an intersection where we choose a direction to take. I cannot express the ways the Lord has changed me and grown me, mainly because I am not even sure yet myself, but it would be wrong to assume I am the same person who walked into training camp at the beginning of this shindig. I could certainly take the road straight back to American mainstream life, but something within me cries out that there is more. There has to be more. If I truly have experienced the Lord and His love, if any of us have, it is simply impossible to walk the same road. I have a choice to make. My heart desires God. My soul thirsts for the living water. But I must pursue them; I cannot expect to be filled the way the way I have been this summer without effort. I choose Jesus. I declare Him to be my desire.
Oh, how often I make that the cry of my heart! But how often does my life follow my intentions?
My prayer is “that according to the riches of God’s glory, he may grant me to be strengthened with power in my inner being through his Spirit so that Christ may dwell in my heart!” I ask and desire those at home to push me towards Christ. Be relentless in urging me to pursue nothing less than making much of Him. America tends to deaden us. Spiritually, it would be easier to just stay in Africa. But Africa is not my home; America is my home. God put me in America to make much of Him in America. Therefore, I will not fear this intersection in life, but I embrace America, having been strengthened through the Spirit. My heart is a dwelling place for Christ. I choose Him.
