The Story God Wrote For Me

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 went well