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#15 June email “Perspective”

Family,

I’m going to be honest, I don’t feel like writing.  I’m feeling myself wanting to shut down.  This has been a really unproductive defense mechanism my entire life.  Something becomes too much… shut down.  About to get hurt… shut down.  Not going well… shut down.  Overwhelmed… shut down.

So, I will combat this by writing when I don’t feel like it.  My dad’s plane is supposed to take off in ten minutes.  I had no idea I would miss him so much.  I had no idea what I was missing for twenty-four years.  I’m so looking forward to what God has in store for us.  The ministry we are hoping to be a part of here in Uganda is VERY exciting.  I had no idea serving our Father with my father would be this wonderful.  I knew it would be good, but this has truly been amazing.

I’m writing you from Pastor Godfrey’s home in Kampala.  He and his wife have invited me in for the remainder of the week.  I hope to help Eva tomorrow at her school.  Thursday we hope to work on some administrative things in town. Friday I hope to help at school again.  And I have no idea what I’ll do Saturday except hop on a plane at 10:45 PM.  Actually, I have no idea what I’ll do each day.  I’ll just have to see what this beautiful family and God have in mind.  J

I would absolutely love prayers for continued openness.  Last year in Costa Rica, half-way through, I had the thought that “Man, if you love the people this much now… just imagine how much it will hurt when you leave!”  So, I shut down.  I still regret it.  But, do you know what I’m talking about?  Have you ever loved so much that it became too much???  Well, I’m at a crossroads.  And, I’m asking you to help me persevere and continue forward.

One great praise (one of many that popped in my head)… Dad called Pastor Jeffrey from Pallisa today.  Pastor J was in the middle of listening to a guy recite his thirty-two Bible verses to get his new Bible!!!  Then, twenty-minutes later, the young man called to thank Dad and share how excited he was!!!  I’m telling you… there is something special about to happen in Pallisa!  We have more ideas that we are discussing with the pastors… we are all very excited, honored and blessed that the Lord has decided to stoop and use us.

I also got to see Priscilla and Vivian down at the school today.  These were the super sweet girls who talked to me after I twisted my ankle, which is fine by the way.  They were sad I was leaving today, but we exchanged contact information.  I asked Priscilla if there was anything she’d like to ask.  I thought she’d just ask silly questions about America like before, but she asked if I could find someone to pay for her school fees.  I was taken aback at first… but, we talked further.  She has six siblings and her parents manage to send them all to school, but it is a really rough.  I asked how much her school fees were.  She said 35,000 shillings each trimester.  That equals to $45.45 a year.  I told her to pray and that I’d pray.  Fifty bucks… man, my dining out a few times could send her to school for a full year.

Godfrey has assured me tonight that God has a purpose for everything.  You may not know it now, but later on down the road you’ll see how great His plan really was.  I can’t wait to see what this trip is the beginning of.  I feel like it’s something big…

When Dad was leaving, he hugged me and said he’d been waiting for this for twenty-four years.  Twenty-four years we waited.  His ways are NOT our ways.  I feel like this relationship we are starting is a fine wine that has aged!  I look forward to every sip!

I love you all.  I look forward to loving on all the little cuties tomorrow.  I’ll take lots of pictures and video and will try to email some soon.  This family I’m staying with is so amazing… I wish I could share all their stories.  Just know that they are an incredible blessing and are showering me with hospitality.  They love our God and it pours out of them.

Thank you for your love and support.  I look forward to the cups of coffee, lunches, walks, hikes, rides and dinners when I get home.  We have a lot to do!!!!  Uganda is now my other home…(By the way… Pastor Godfrey said any of you are welcome to stay here if you can’t afford a hotel room!!!  YIPPEE!!!!)  I truly feel God calling me to come back as often as possible.  Ever felt that?  You get to a place and immediately know that you’ll be back again and again.  That’s what I feel here.  Such a blessing.

Love you.  Good night.  I’m looking forward to shrugging off this weight and loving life and our Father tomorrow.  Thank you.

His,

Michelle

#14 June email “The beginning”

Family,

I just watched my dad pull off in the car… He just went to the store with Fred, but I’m beginning to miss him already.  He leaves tonight and my heart is starting to get sad.  We don’t share those feelings too often and when we do it’s a little weird, but the feeling is still there.  I have learned so much about my dad, myself and God these past two weeks.  So many questions I have lived with for the past thirty years are beginning to make sense.  Parts of me that were wounded for so long are beginning to heal.  Beginning… I’ve written that MANY times in this paragraph, but that is what this is… the beginning.

I am beginning to look at my life, my relationships, my wants, my needs and my God differently.  Through many questions and searching, I am beginning to see more clearly.  I am thankful for your responses to my emails I have sent out.  Thank you for reading them and praying for us.  I wish I could say that I would have been as supportive, but I’m not convinced.  So many of you have poured out your heart to me in encouraging words and love.  You have attempted to comfort me with the struggles I’m having with the poverty here.  I am very grateful for your hearts and love for me.  But, I’m beginning to struggle even more… and… I’m so thankful for this struggle!!!!  When someone in my family is struggling or hurting, I want to help.  I don’t just stand back and say, “Well, I love them.  That’s enough!”  Now, there are times when I can’t help and all I CAN do is love and pray.  But, we act when we can.

These people have become my family.  I CAN act.  I MUST.  I want to share something with you…

“For I do not mean that others should be eased and you burdened, but that as a matter of fairness your abundance at the present time should supply their need, so that their abundance may supply your need, that there may be fairness.  As it is written, ‘Whoever gathered much had nothing left over, and whoever gathered little had no lack.’”  2 Corinthians 8:13-15

I encourage you to read all of 2 Corinthians 8.  In the NKJV, “fairness” is translated as EQUALITY.  Something isn’t adding up…

I know this is not pleasant for some.  Heck!  This isn’t pleasant for me either!!!!  As a matter of fact, I’ve already had one ask to be taken off this email list.  And… I EXPECT others to act differently toward me after this trip.  And… I look forward to what God has in store for me… and you!  We are called to a different standard!  We are called to love others the way Jesus did.  I have been asking God to open my eyes to see His children the way He does.  To use me.  And He is so faithful… In doing so, He’s restored my relationship with my father, given me more beautiful brothers and sisters, given me the courage to truly share my heart with you, given me a desire to spend meaningful time with Him AND answered my prayer.  So, He not only answered my prayer, He blessed me richly for having the heart to do His will.  How great is our God!?!?!?!

I love you all more than you’ll ever know.  I’m overflowing with love and blessings.  I have cried tears of joy and sorrow on a daily basis… and I’m so thankful.  Thank you again for your love and prayers.  I am so excited to walk this road with you.  I only know what the NEXT step is, but the possibilities are so AMAZING!  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.

I leave for Godfrey’s at 4:00 PM and Dad leaves for the airport tonight.  Please pray for his safe travels and a beautiful reunion with our family in Tennessee.  Please pray for me to be helpful to Godfrey and his family.  They would NEVER admit that I would be a burden in any way.  So, please pray that I may bless them as much as they will bless me.  (I may not be able to email until I get back in the States.  Godfrey has a computer, but we’ll have to see…)

Again, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  I am praying for you and hope God is blessing you richly in your time with Him.  “Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.”  James 4:8

L O V E and B L E S S I N G S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Unimaginably thankful to be His,

Michelle

 

#13 June email “Extending grace”

Family,

So, I wrote last night about the overwhelming needs here in this country.  We all know that, but most of us just have/had an abstract idea of the need.  Today was another learning experience.  It would be very easy to get depressed, throw my hands in the air and say “I couldn’t possibly make a difference.  Why bother?”  But, deep down, we all KNOW we simply CANNOT do that.  We have a responsibility to our brothers and sisters to help.  So, I’ve decided to do what I can and at least tell their stories.

Remember how last night I talked about MMS and how Moses’ sister was poisoned.  Well, he came by today to visit with Dad before he left and learn how to make MMS.  He shared with us that his sister poisoned herself.  She has a total of seven kids.  Her husband died a couple years ago.  She was already a little unstable, but then was left with seven kids and no husband.  So, Moses took four of the kids.  (Moses already has NINE kids of his own)  Life with fifteen people in the house became too much.  So, this past Thursday, Moses took the four kids back to their mom.  She seemed fine with everything.  Then he got the call Saturday night that she had poisoned herself.  She had taken insecticide.

She is now fine (physically), but my goodness!!!  This woman is overwhelmed!  Seven kids!!!!  The average family in Africa has about eight kids.  But, what do you do when your people have all these kids and so many parents die from AIDS???  And… here’s where it’s easy for me to throw up my hands and say, “I’m overwhelmed just hearing about this!!!!!!!!!!!!  What could I possibly do to help?  I’m not a psychiatrist or foster mom!”

We talked with Moses today and he wanted to use the money raised to concrete the school floor to build a house that could accommodate his family plus his sisters’.  We said he had to use that money to concrete the floor since that is what the donor designated the money for.  So, we did some brainstorming, digging and praying… and someone has put up $2,500 to begin the house!!!!  We only need $2,500 more for it to be a finished product (floor, stucco, windows, etc.).  Hallelujah!!!

I praise God that every time I get overwhelmed and feel there is no way to make an impact, He intercedes.  How great is that?!?!?!  I’m telling you, it’s so easy to get depressed here when you really live life with these people and ask about their need.  That’s our calling!!!!  We are here to walk alongside them and meet needs (spiritual, physical, financial, etc.).  I’m not naïve, I know that my dad and I cannot fulfill all these needs we see every day over here.  But what I do know is… We are the body… and WE serve a King that calls us to be cheerful givers!  And… I’ve learned something about that too!!!  God laid on my heart a micro-financing idea to help some young men in the church here…   (Now, I’m not a business woman, but this idea is pretty ingenious and has the potential to really multiply and help a lot of people in the church!!!  I CANNOT WAIT TO GET THIS MONEY INTO THEIR HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Seriously!!!  That is how faithful our God is!  He gives us the heart to be obedient!  I’m going to be a ridiculously cheerful giver!  So, I say that so you don’t feel weird and choose not to read anymore of my emails.  If you are called to give, you’ll know.  J

Then, we visited the rock quarry down the hill.  Dad sat with an older gentleman while he worked.  We tried our best to have a productive conversation, but it didn’t work too well.  Dad tried to break the rock for a couple minutes.  It was hard work!!!  He didn’t even notice that the rock was so sharp, it had cut his hand.  Dad asked the man where his water was and he said he didn’t have any.  He had a little bucket with some food and that was it.  The words we did understand were that he was suffering.  Suffering.  My goodness.  What do you do with that?  How do we change this man’s life?  How do we love him rightly?  How do we deny our natural inclination to say, “Let’s leave.  This is depressing!”  I don’t know… I’m really asking… how do we?  How do I be more like Jesus when everything in me wants to throw my hands up and say, “This is all too much!!!”

I feel like everyday Dad and I brainstorm of bigger and better ways to help the Ugandans… and then we meet someone like the man at the quarry.  Suffering.   So, what I’m realizing is that you just do something.  You act.  You pray and then obey.  And… then you get opportunities to give cheerfully!  Just like my friend who is buying the truck!  That’s a lot of money to let go of… and every time I talk to her, she seems more and more cheerful and excited to give.  Now, that’s a blessing!  I used to think about giving just so I would be blessed with more money, but that isn’t always how it works out.  But, you will always be blessed.  Always.

So, I thank you again for all your prayers.  My dad leaves to go back home tomorrow.  I will leave the guest house and go stay with Pastor Godfrey and his family.  His wife, Eva, runs a school and I’ll be helping her for the remainder of the week.  I’m super excited.  She has a primary school, which is like an elementary school!  YIPPEE!!!  I would never want to teach little ones in the states, but I can’t get enough of these little Africans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  They are beyond adorable.  I will take as many pictures and videos as possible.

Thank you for journeying with me.  This has been an enlightening experience.  My views are continually being challenged and my walk with God is getting richer and richer.  Thank you for loving me enough to read my heart.  This is all an overflow… I’m beyond blessed and ever so thankful.  I love you all very much.

His,

Michelle

#12 June email “Why?”

Family,

My goodness… today has been an incredible day.  Church today was just lovely.  The children’s Sunday school presented a special program.  (Videos attached below… and, yes, you are welcome)  Pastor Eddie’s sermon was on faithfulness.  He raised questions that I don’t ask often enough…  Then we went back to Didas’ house and ate a huge Sunday lunch.  We napped during an afternoon thunderstorm and then headed back to church for Bible Challenge!!!!

We made ourselves comfortable at Didas’ house.  (Comfortable enough to nap in the living room)  And the more at home we were, the happier they were.  This raised a question in my brain.  Why?  Why are they so willing to really live out “Mi casa es su casa?”  (No… I never took Spanish, so back up!)  Then, they proved the philosophy even further.  We hung out with their adorable kids Precious (2 ½), Reuben (5) and Prosper (6).  While relaxing, we found out that Reuben wasn’t even their kid.  You could have fooled me!!!  He belongs to a pastor who lives over 200km away.  The dad doesn’t have enough money for school fees, so Didas and Eve took him into their family.  Can you believe that???  Reuben goes home on holidays, but that’s it.  Then we found out that Eve sponsors five other kids to go to school!!

How?  And, not just the logistics… they don’t have much and what they do have, they give to others.  But, how do they have that spirit of generosity?  I’m just struck with the saddening thought that this sort of thing is virtually unheard of in America.  Why?  Too much?  Selfishness?  Lack of wisdom?  Lack of experiencing other cultures?  Sin?  All I know is that we are the body (1 Corinthians 12:27) and I think we are sick.  And… I don’t write all of this to condemn.  I’m just BLOWN AWAY by a people who have so little.  It was the same in Costa Rica.   How is it that people who have so little can (and do) give so much more than we even think of giving?  Think it could be because we don’t give?  Think we aren’t blessed because we don’t extend blessings?  Because we hoard our blessings?  Because we store up our treasures here on earth?

Those are all real questions I’m asking.  My view of life is being challenged.  The things I thought were important are falling to the wayside.  My reason for living is shifting.  My priorities are rearranging.  My perspective is changing.  My heart is breaking only to become bigger.

After our nap, we went to church and played Bible challenge.  I counted thirty-six people ready and willing to be challenged in the Word.  It was a great time.  This way of encouraging people to read their Bibles seems to be both encouraging and productive.  When we (Lord willing) come back in December, I expect the number to double and everyone have spent much more time with God.  (I know I will!!!!)  It really was a beautiful thing to see people really wrestling with questions and digging into the Word to check answers.  They were all very knowledgeable and it was great for the pastors to know who is in the Word and who needs extra encouragement.   Plus it was fun and four people went home with cash!!!

As Didas drove us home, he told us more about Reuben and the kids Eve sponsors.   He told us that Eve is in the process of trying to open an orphanage.  Are you kidding me???  (I became overwhelmed and quiet… trying to process.)  These people have so little.  We are trying to do what we can… encourage them to spend time with God (first and foremost), find water, concrete school floors, help the sick, educate, facilitate buying trucks, encourage and give financially… but it seems the more you help, the more you see the need!  It was too much…  I was on the verge of tears when I got back to the guest house.  Then I read an email… from my friend who is buying the truck for Pastor James.  She said she brought it up to her church and they want to help.  And, not just that, they want to give annually!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  How great is God?????  So, while I was getting overwhelmed with how great the need was, God was preparing a HUGE blessing!  Walking in obedience is such a beautiful thing, no matter how flawed I am!

So, I shared all of that to say that we serve an infinitely merciful and gracious God.  I’m humbled that He has decided to use us to make a tiny difference here in Uganda.

Thank you for your prayers.  Thank you for your love.  I feel both wrap around me each day.

Tomorrow is my last full day with Dad.  We’ll be spending it with Henry M. making MMS and strategizing our next steps in the MMS ministry here.  (I haven’t said much about it, but it’s going really well!!!!  Poisoning is really bad here… Our friend Moses, the man in Namaseke with the school with jiggers…  His sister was poisoned last night.  He took her MMS and she was feeling well today.)  I’ve read a lot (well, I’ve listened while Dad read) and I’m excited to see what God will do.

I could write more, but understand that most of you didn’t even read to this sentence.  J  That’s fine… I completely understand.  But, please know that I’m overflowing with love and am EXTREMELY honored that you would consider walking alongside me.  Honored.  Really.

His,

Michelle

#11 June email “Visions of Uganda”

Family,

I hope you are all enjoying a beautiful Saturday back home.  We had a relaxing day at the guesthouse.  I learned how to wash clothes by hand today.  I asked Fred if he would teach me last week, but he said most Americans couldn’t handle it.  He was right!!!  That is hard work!  But, I learned and the woman said I was a good student.  She got stains out of clothes that my washing machine never could!!!  Pretty exciting!

I tried to get some pictures and videos together for you today.  Now that I’m going through them… they don’t all convey even a fraction of what we are trying to do here.  Most of it was just me playing around and acting like a tourist.  I guess I don’t have videos of the other stuff because we were too busy working… I don’t know.  What I do know is that I will try to be better at documenting from now on.  I promise!!!

But, I did upload a few videos to youtube if you want to check them out.  The first video is of some adorable kids in Namaske.  They were all very excited to see a video camera.  I would video them and then play it back for them.  They loved it!!!  The second video is us driving to Severe in rural Uganda.  It isn’t very interesting, but it gives you a feel of what a little town is like.  The third is of us driving right outside Kampala (the capital).  And, the fourth is of a fruit and vegetable stand.  They have these all along the roads.  The fruit and vegetables here are DELICIOUS!!!

Sorry this isn’t a very detailed email.  I hope the videos will make up for it.  Tomorrow we are going to Godfrey and Didas’ church.  We went there last Sunday and I felt the message was just for me.  Don’t you love it when that happens??  So, I’m definitely looking forward to the service, fellowship and playing Bible challenge with the congregation after lunch.

I love you all and count my blessings for you!  We are on our last leg here in Uganda.  Please join me in praying for us to be useful to the Kingdom!  LOVES!!!!!!

His,

Michelle

#10 June email “First Fruits”

Family,

Today was a day of firsts.  I ate fresh sugar cane for the first time, got lost in the bush with my dad, went car shopping in Kampala., got my first African sunburn, shopped in my first African supermarket and heard my first Boys II Men song in an African supermarket.  Today was a great day!

Yesterday we headed back to the guest house from Hoima.  We wrapped up the school of evangelism in the morning, had lunch and then hit the road.  That four-day-long class was fantastic.  (If anyone would like to hear about I learned, hit me up when I get home)  I met some wonderful people while I was there and learned just how desperate for Jesus I truly am.  Pretty great.

I’m not sure if you remember Pastor James from Serere about a week ago, but he’s the one who sold his truck to pay school fees.  Well, one of the incredibly generous hearts on this email list replied by asking me to aid in the transaction of her buying Pastor James a truck.  Praise God!!!!  So, Dad and I have been happily researching trucks online.  And today we hit the car lots.  Whew!  It was a hot and sunny day, but we got a better idea of what a good price will be.  Prayers would be much appreciated for an easy transaction and that all parties will be satisfied with the outcome.

Many ideas and opportunities are coming up… please pray with us for wisdom.  God is uniting my heart with my dad’s for Uganda.  We are getting a super exciting vision for ministry here.  Our passion is building each day.  We just want to make sure that our mission is God’s mission.  So, if you would please pray with us, I would appreciate it so much.  Once we are confident these ideas are His will, you know you will be the first to know.  J

Dad and I have been researching children’s ministry resources for the little cuties in Pallisa.  During this process, he called the PEF (Presbyterian Evangelistic Fellowship) office.   They told Dad that Archie Shelor died a few hours earlier.  Mr. Shelor was an amazing  91 year-old- man.  My dad went on to share many stories about Archie.  He said that if it weren’t for Archie, we wouldn’t be here in Uganda.  It was Archie’s love for the Ugandan people who sparked Dad’s love.  Dad called Archie the greatest giver in the modern church.  He is not sad that Archie died because he is positive he’s rejoicing with Jesus right now.  Many of the great Ugandan leaders we are serving with were brought to the feet of Jesus by Mr. Shelor.  He went without so that these people could have a tiny sense of having something.  I am inspired to see how this one man touched so many lives.  He lived like this world was not his home; he stored up his treasures in Heaven.  I am touched to see how humbled my dad is by this man’s life and am thankful for Mr. Shelor’s heart.  So, tonight my prayer will be a prayer of thanksgiving for a man who gave like his life depended on it.  Because of his generosity and love for God, I am serving in Uganda with my dad and Mr. Shelor’s spiritual sons.  God is so good!!!

I hope you are all having a lovely Friday afternoon.  May God bless you today.  He has and is blessing me richly.  But, I will say, my hands are open to receive these amazing blessings.  Pretty remarkable how that happens… strip away all the distractions and false comforts, greet each day by spending meaningful time with your Creator and you’ve got yourself a recipe for seriously satisfying life.

Again, thank you.  I know you are praying for me and my heart opens with each prayer you send up.  God is blessing me with a love that I think will keep me giving to Uganda for the rest of my life.  I’m so incredibly thankful.

I love you all and can’t wait to see what He has in store for us tomorrow!!!!

Undeniably His,
Michelle

 

#9 June email “The Gift of Relationship”

Family,

Today was my second day in the school of evangelism.  It was great.  The first session was on Biblical church structure and the second was Dr. K showing his evangelism techniques.  I was blessed with spending time in class and some time with John Mark, a ten-month-old Ugandan boy who was content in my arms.  It made me miss my baby nephew, Gabe, so much.

After lunch, Dr. K, Pastor Joseph, Pastor James, Dr. K’s two grandsons and I went to the prison.  We were greeted by the prisoners with songs of praise.  The prison has 152 inmates.  Most are men.  I only met six women.  On our way in, they were asking if I would be allowed to go inside.  The guard said that it would be no problem and I could speak with the women separately.  I felt incredibly humbled, inadequate and not prepared.  Once we were inside, Dr. K presented the Gospel.  He spoke in English.  Pastor James translated it into Lugandan.  And one of the inmates translated the Lugandan to Swaheeli.  (I’m sure I butchered both of those spellings… forgive me)  About twenty minutes into his presentation, the women arrived.  There were six of them and one had a young daughter.  My heart sank.  I had a hard time not staring at the little girl for the hour we were there.  Toward the end of the presentation, Dr. K asked if anyone was ready to surrender to Jesus.  One raised his hand.  But, within about a minute, almost the entire place stood up and prayed.

Four of the women were receptive to the Gospel today.  My heart wanted to stay right there with them and spend time with them.  Get to know them.  Know their stories.  Know their struggles.  I asked the Pastor if I could come back tomorrow and spend time with them and he told me now was my time.  So, I went over and greeted them as I sat on the ground.  I asked how long they had been there.  It ranged from three weeks to a year.  I asked the woman with the little girl how long she had been there.  She said it had been three months.  I inquired about her daughter and found out she was a little over a year old and stays in the prison with her.  I could see the shame in her face as she looked away.  I tried to share that life is difficult.  It is so hard with Jesus, I couldn’t imagine without him.  Just about that time… the pastor came over and told me I had to leave.

It took everything I had to hold my tears until I was back in my room at the hotel.  How can we preach the Gospel without relationship????  How can we, in good conscience, share the good news of a personal relationship with our Savior WITHOUT walking alongside people.  Evangelism without discipleship is sad.  I wanted to convey to these women that this isn’t a magic prayer.  Jesus isn’t a band aid to what is wrong in your life.  This is the beginning (hopefully) of the most beautiful relationship they will ever have the honor and privilege of being a part of.  How do you grow that relationship???  You spend time with Jesus.  How do you do that???  You read the Bible.

I know I’ve talked a lot about my dad in these emails, but he’s a HUGE part of this journey.  This is the most time we’ve spent together since I was six years old.  During those twenty-four years or so… I wasn’t his biggest fan.  I didn’t know him that well.  We didn’t spend time together.  But, here in Uganda, we share meals, car rides, hotel rooms, prayers, stories, jokes and naps.  We are becoming intimately acquainted.  It is a beautiful thing.  I am so thankful for this time together.  The more time we spend together, the more I love him.  The more I love him, the more time I want to spend with him.

It is the same with God.  How will we ever love Him rightly if we don’t spend time with Him?  How will we ever want to spend time with Him if we don’t read our Bibles?  How can we tell others that He is THE God, if we aren’t intimately acquainted with Him?  I left that prison today yearning to tell the women, who were receptive to the Gospel, to read their Bibles.  That is their only hope. That is our only hope.

My eyes are continuing to be opened wider and wider.  My relationship with our Father is getting deeper and deeper.  My heart is getting bigger and bigger.

Thank you so incredibly much for coming along this journey with me.  Your words of encouragement are beautiful gifts.  Some of you have been sharing your spirit of generosity with the Ugandan people and I know you will be blessed.  I pray that our hearts will grow closer to Him and each other as we continue this work together.  God is good… all the time.

But whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. 8Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ 9and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith— 10 that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11that by any means possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead.  Philippians 3: 7-11

Thankfully His,

Michelle

 

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