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 ...

First, I have to apologize for my lack of blogging the past month. Michael arrived in Niamey on December 17, 2010 and stayed until January 13, 2011. We had an awesome and amazing time together here and I was sad when he left. However, Michael & I both know that whatever God is asking us to do is so much better than what we could want for ourselves so we trust God completely and we have peace. During his time in Niger, Michael was able to minister with Kimberly and me at kids club. The children loved his singing and his guitar and have missed Michael and his guitar since he left Niger. We also did a lot of computer repair work and networking stuff at the school while he was here which has helped me out a lot. We were able to go and spend the night with the Stokes in a village. We had a translator to help speak to the people and I was blessed to have the opportunity to tell a Bible story to the children of the village. Michael was able to “try” some real village food and somehow he d...

So I'm kind of at an odd place in my life. The place between wow looked at God has done for me the past 6 months (as of tomorrow) and kind of this scared and anxious feeling about leaving in 3 months. Why? Because I'm scared when I go back to the States I will lose sight of all that I have learned, that I will get a full time job, pay off my bills, and be back in the "American Dream". I don't want the "American Dream" I want to be a missionary for the rest of my life and share the gospel to this lost and dying world. This last month has opened my eyes to a new step of my Christian walk. The trials got harder but the reward was awesome. During the middle of my sickness last month, I finally just wept before my Jesus, my trust, my hope, my deliver, my fortress, my rock and cried out with everything inside of me to show me what to do. I prayed for strength to continue doing HIS will for my life. The next day I felt a joy and peace deep down in my Spirit and...

  So like every night I’m lying in bed, thinking of what I’ve learned today and staring at the ceiling fan. But for some reason last night a thought popped in my head while staring at the ceiling fan. My life is like a ceiling fan – sometimes I turn on, sometimes I turn off, sometimes I go fast, sometimes I go slow, and sometimes I wobble back and forth. But just like the ceiling fan I’m connect to something solid and non-moving. Jesus – he keeps me from spinning out of control and crashing to the ground. The rod from the ceiling is like the Holy Spirit that keeps me in line and keeps me grounded to the rock of my Salvation. I love it when random earthly things show me more meaning in the spiritual sense. God is awesome J So right now my husband is on his way to ATL to the airport. It is an extremely exciting moment for me because I get to see him for the first time in 6 months! I can't believe its been that long already. I started school back today and did a half day. It...

November 23, 2010 The girl scowled and looked around the room. She didn’t know why she was here it wasn’t her fault. This was just stupid and a waste of time. Some people just think they can blame something on her and think they have power over her…pathetic people. She looked up at the man next to her – her lawyer...ha ha ha…he didn’t do anything and sure wasn’t helping her at all. He just seemed to make matters worse. She looked across the room at the prosecutor. He just glared at her and then had the nerve to wave at her. Looking behind her, she saw her family crying and staring back at her with pleading wounded eyes. Pathetic she thought. They don’t understand me and just judge me. I have to take care of myself this isn’t my fault. She couldn’t trust anybody but herself and her friends that were there for her. A small voice inside her head said, “Where are they now?” …she huffed what a stupid thought - they were waiting for her to get back to the house that is why they weren’t he...