We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Isaiah 64:8
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
I went to a fundraising dinner the other night with my mom for a lady who runs an orphanage in Kenya who's dying of cancer. The lady who organized the dinner was talking to me about my trip to Ecuador and repeatedly said, "I'm so amazed by the ways that God broke you through your experience" and kept insisting that I'm a broken person now because of it. I got pretty irritated by her because who wants to be told that they're a broken person? I guess she's right in the sense that an experience like that sort of leaves you an open wound to the world.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Before I left for Ecuador I googled all of the places that we were going just to get a better image of where we were going to be and such. I googled "Shandia, Ecuador" and pictures of kids came up, which then, didn't have that much significance. Missing Ecuador, I googled it again this morning and the same pictures came up. Those kids are the same ones that my team and I lived with for a week and fell in love with. The thing that breaks my heart is that they are wearing the same clothes that they wore everyday when I was there in those pictures that were taken in 2008.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Love does not
keep a record of wrongs. If God doesn't even remember my sins, the least I can do is make an effort to move on from them myself.
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