The Story God Wrote For Me

My days in Niger are waning...29 days left,...I’m moving in with my friend, Kat on Monday. I think if I ever had a twin sister that she would have been the perfect one :) I have not even begun to pack yet. I'm a last minute kind of girl when it comes to packing....Michael got on to me many times about not packing for Niger. I think I started packing on Saturday and I left Tuesday headed for ATL and left Wednesday for Niger...but I think better under pressure at times. So moving again I began to think of how many times I have moved in my life......I have moved 9 times in the US and 4 times in Niger.....he he...so I am an expert packer by now...my husband just didn't realize it :) BUT I have already began giving away stuff so my packing shouldn't be anything like it was when I moved into this beautiful little apartment in September. I am proud to say that some African women will be sporting my American shirts and African skirts/outfits :) I have alot of stuff still to give aw

Hello my friend, Today was a different type of day. I was faced with decisions that normally would be easy to make but today I had a hard time trying to figure out the answer. Simple normal questions found me in moments of duh! I don't know what I'm doing....and I am normally not like that......here are some of the simple questions that left me feeling "duh"..... • How many groceries should I buy? I have to move in less than 2 weeks and I don't know where exactly I am moving for sure yet so how much stuff do I want to move down the hill or to the other potential place? • How much money should I take out of the ATM? I am selling my motorcycle so I will have CFA's in March but what about for rent, food, and the rest of stuff for February and March until I leave. Balancing and budgeting money in another currency is slightly weird and confusing at times! ;) • How much stuff should I go ahead and give away (ex: African clothes, and left over stuff I brought fr

Today has been a very thought filled day. I’m sitting outside looking at the beautiful sunset in 95 degree heat with birds flying and chirping all around me. I’m blessed to be able to be here in Africa. All day long, I am reminded of how much Jesus Christ loves me and everywhere I look, I see proof of HIS love. I only wish the people here in Niger and the lost people of the whole world could see that Jesus Christ loves them and is helping them even though they do not know it yet. But that is why I am here isn’t it? Why? Jesus created me and he planned the calling for my life. Jesus knew I would be here in Niger for 9 months before I was even formed in my momma’s belly (Jeremiah 1:5). I couldn’t have planned it myself and I definitely couldn’t have made it in my life by myself. Many people I know thought I would not make it here in Niger. They were right, I did not make it by myself, Jesus Christ was there in front of me leading and guiding each step. He is my strength, my hope and the