Well I leave in approximately 23 hours for Africa! It's been a long time coming. We've been meeting for the past six months to plan and prepare for our trip. And now it is here. I am so excited to go, but I know the two weeks will go by faster than I will want them to. Is it sad that I can already say I don't want to be back in the states and I haven't left yet?
I couldn't be going on this trip without all of you. Without your prayer and financial support. I was reflecting on how I raised all of the money and am actually getting to go to Africa. But it wasn't me. I did not do this. God did this, and he used many of you. I am so thankful for everything God has done and taught me through this. More so, I am thankful for each one of you who have prayed for me and/or supported me financially.
I want to share a verse that I have been dwelling on recently.
"Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain." 1 Corinthians 15:58
This verse has really become my motto for my trip. I know that I will be frustrated because I might not see the fruits of our labor while in Africa. But as our leader Connie continues to remind us, that we are making an eternal impact, not a temporary impact.
I'm not quite sure what my small team is doing when we get there. We were supposed to be doing puppets, but I haven't seen any scripts. We were supposed to be doing a VBS but I haven't seen anything for that. Any of you who know me well, know that I like to know what's going on and when it's going to happen. I want to know what time we are leaving the camp to go to the orphanages, what a rough schedule of our day will be, what time we will return etc. I have NO IDEA what we are doing and it scares me. A schedule is my comfort blanket and I don't have one. So I decided to come up with my own schedule and it goes like this:
Wake Up- When my alarm goes off.
Go to the orphanage- When my group does
Agenda for the day- LOVE on the kids
Agneda for the rest of the day- LOVE on the kids
I think you get my point. I'm going to love and to serve. And then to serve and love some more.
Thank you for all of your prayers. Please continue to pray for our safety (hopefully our planes can leave the ground) and while in Lesotho.
Jillian
Friday, December 26, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
A Christmas Story
I want to share a story that our leader, Connie shared with us about Christmas in Lesotho.
I remember one Christmas in Lesotho, the guys in the hangar were listening to Christmas music and the song, "I'm dreaming of a White Christmas" came on. Do you all have the tune going in your head? It dawned on Jason that Christmas in Lesotho was in the middle of the summer and even though the Basotho guys working in the hangar spoke English, he wondered if they understood what the song meant. So he asked Ntate Solomon what he thought. He said, "It means it is a Christmas for white people." Solly was a humble, quiet man with a great smile. But he grew up in an area of the world where Apartheid touched very close t his home (his father resisted Apartheid and disappeared one night. He was never heard from again). For Solly to say this about the song reflected his worldview."
I am so glad the God's love through his Son, is not just for the white people. I took a Minority Voices in American Literature class this past semester. We read seven books (novels) over the course of this semester regarding African American history. It really opened my eyes to how much of white girl I am. I have no idea what it is to be like to be treated a certain way because of the color of your skin. Or even if you are mulatto, you were still regarded as being "black." I'm glad I took this class, especially right before going to Lesotho. It really made me realize how even though I might not think I'm racists, it is just kind of inherited by being an American. Thoughts to ponder...
I remember one Christmas in Lesotho, the guys in the hangar were listening to Christmas music and the song, "I'm dreaming of a White Christmas" came on. Do you all have the tune going in your head? It dawned on Jason that Christmas in Lesotho was in the middle of the summer and even though the Basotho guys working in the hangar spoke English, he wondered if they understood what the song meant. So he asked Ntate Solomon what he thought. He said, "It means it is a Christmas for white people." Solly was a humble, quiet man with a great smile. But he grew up in an area of the world where Apartheid touched very close t his home (his father resisted Apartheid and disappeared one night. He was never heard from again). For Solly to say this about the song reflected his worldview."
I am so glad the God's love through his Son, is not just for the white people. I took a Minority Voices in American Literature class this past semester. We read seven books (novels) over the course of this semester regarding African American history. It really opened my eyes to how much of white girl I am. I have no idea what it is to be like to be treated a certain way because of the color of your skin. Or even if you are mulatto, you were still regarded as being "black." I'm glad I took this class, especially right before going to Lesotho. It really made me realize how even though I might not think I'm racists, it is just kind of inherited by being an American. Thoughts to ponder...
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I don't do well with shots
Yes I know, two posts in two days! I don't expect this to become an everyday occurrence, but I felt like I had written enough for yesterday. I have to get my shots this week. Typhoid and tetanus. I have the opportunity to take a five dose of liquid typhoid meds that is cheaper and will last longer, but many of my teammates have become very ill during the treatment. I guess it is a temporary symptom that makes it worth it in the end, but during my final weeks of school I cannot risk being sick to my stomach for five days. So I'm opting for the shot. I hate shots. Anything with needles and poking me actually. I had a bad experience with getting my blood drawn yesterday (it really wasn't that bad, but to me it was horrible). So pray for me because I have to force myself to do it. My mom isn't here to drag me there and sit on me to make me get them. When I was younger sometimes that's what it took. Just ask her. I could probably get my best friend Melanie to drag me there, she's a nursing major and nothing really grosses her out. But that would be even more embarrassing. Me and shots don't do well.
On the other hand we raised over $7000 for the orphanage from our Gala! This money goes directly to provide bedding and beds for the children and to buy supplies for the playground we will be building.
If you would like to watch a video about our team click on the link below. It is at the bottom of the page. The first one is a shorter version, the second is a longer version that played during the Gala. I'm trying to get some more pictures of the Gala to show you.
http://crossroadsafrica.com/
I was trying to find a good verse to close this post with, but am not finding one I like. So send me a verse!
Love to you all!
On the other hand we raised over $7000 for the orphanage from our Gala! This money goes directly to provide bedding and beds for the children and to buy supplies for the playground we will be building.
If you would like to watch a video about our team click on the link below. It is at the bottom of the page. The first one is a shorter version, the second is a longer version that played during the Gala. I'm trying to get some more pictures of the Gala to show you.
http://crossroadsafrica.com/
I was trying to find a good verse to close this post with, but am not finding one I like. So send me a verse!
Love to you all!
Monday, December 1, 2008
27 days...
I know I have not written for awhile. Sorry Ruth! :-)
Life has been crazy for most of the African team. Two weekends ago, we held our African Gala. Everything seemed to be coming together. We had 34 tables set for 8. Our whole team was there and many sons, daughters, wives, husbands and friends who had willing hands and a willing heart to serve. Almost everyone was there in the morning to set up the tables and the silent auction room. We had everything almost done so that we had a 3 hour break before needing to return at 4pm to start prepping for dinner. About 2pm it started slushing. Not really raining, but really snowing but an inbetween mixture. We weren't sure how that would affect our fundraising efforts but we were ready. We had 18 of us serving the 34 tables. So we got our directions from our coordintor and we were ready.
Within the first 10 minutes our coordinator realized that those in the kitchen couldn't serve up food fast enough to keep a steady flow of us going out to the tables serving. About 30minutes into the first course, salad, those in the kitchen realized that half of the salad they had bought had froze and then thawed and was disgusting. So we had half of our tables served salad, and the others waited another 45 minutes while someone ran to Sam's Club to get more.
Our leaders had spent weeks planning the agenda out to the minute of how everything was going to go. They knew when each course would be served, when the speaker would speak, when the drama team would perform, and when the African choir would sing. It was DETAILED. The agenda went out with the ruin salad and we all started just going with the flow. It was a great team building activity.
This was the set up of the room. We held it in the chapel building at the MAF (Mission Aviation Fellowship) Headquarters in Nampa.
The simple, but elegant tables.
The African choir from a church in Boise.
The dinner guests not to sure about doing the moves with the African choir.
Everything worked out in the end. I'm not sure how much money we raised. Many of us were there until after midnight cleaning up. We had to hand wash all the dishes. Multiply 34 tables, by 8 place settings, by 4 utensils each, and that is how many forks, spoons, and knives I washed by hand. (1088 utensils). I had pruney fingers for two days after.
The gala gave me a chance to work with people other than those directly on my team. I got to know some of the other girls who are a little bit younger than me. It was nice to hang out with people closer to my own age, as I am the youngest one on my small group team. I have never had so much fun working so hard. It made me realized how blessed I am by my connections and friendships with my teammates. I still struggle with the personalities on my small team, but I know that the 37 hour plane ride will be a lot of fun because we will be so tired and everything will be funny :-)
This blog is turning into a novel.... But like I said earlier, Team Africa has been pretty busy. On November 22nd, Aaron left for Lesotho. Aaron is our leader's Jason and Connie's oldest soon. He was born in Lesotho and he feels more at home there, then here. He left to visit old friends and to start getting things ready for us. Last Saturday Jason left for Pennsylvania where his father was dying, and died Sunday morning. On top of all of they lost a dear family friend their sons age to a tragic accident Saturday night. Our whole team is feeling the affects. Please pray for Aaron as he is in Lesotho and lost both his grandfather and one of his best friends in a matter of day. Pray for Jason and Connie as they go through these loses and loved ones and are preparing to lead the first team to leave on December 8th. Jason will be returning to Nampa on Wednesday to turn around and leave next Monday for Lesotho. Connie is trying to remain calm, unstressed and strong for the rest of her family and it's wearing on her.
Well I think this is enough for now. I will try to write again this week as to not disappoint my dear reader Ruth. :-)
Life has been crazy for most of the African team. Two weekends ago, we held our African Gala. Everything seemed to be coming together. We had 34 tables set for 8. Our whole team was there and many sons, daughters, wives, husbands and friends who had willing hands and a willing heart to serve. Almost everyone was there in the morning to set up the tables and the silent auction room. We had everything almost done so that we had a 3 hour break before needing to return at 4pm to start prepping for dinner. About 2pm it started slushing. Not really raining, but really snowing but an inbetween mixture. We weren't sure how that would affect our fundraising efforts but we were ready. We had 18 of us serving the 34 tables. So we got our directions from our coordintor and we were ready.
Within the first 10 minutes our coordinator realized that those in the kitchen couldn't serve up food fast enough to keep a steady flow of us going out to the tables serving. About 30minutes into the first course, salad, those in the kitchen realized that half of the salad they had bought had froze and then thawed and was disgusting. So we had half of our tables served salad, and the others waited another 45 minutes while someone ran to Sam's Club to get more.
Our leaders had spent weeks planning the agenda out to the minute of how everything was going to go. They knew when each course would be served, when the speaker would speak, when the drama team would perform, and when the African choir would sing. It was DETAILED. The agenda went out with the ruin salad and we all started just going with the flow. It was a great team building activity.
This was the set up of the room. We held it in the chapel building at the MAF (Mission Aviation Fellowship) Headquarters in Nampa.
The simple, but elegant tables.
The African choir from a church in Boise.
The dinner guests not to sure about doing the moves with the African choir.Everything worked out in the end. I'm not sure how much money we raised. Many of us were there until after midnight cleaning up. We had to hand wash all the dishes. Multiply 34 tables, by 8 place settings, by 4 utensils each, and that is how many forks, spoons, and knives I washed by hand. (1088 utensils). I had pruney fingers for two days after.
The gala gave me a chance to work with people other than those directly on my team. I got to know some of the other girls who are a little bit younger than me. It was nice to hang out with people closer to my own age, as I am the youngest one on my small group team. I have never had so much fun working so hard. It made me realized how blessed I am by my connections and friendships with my teammates. I still struggle with the personalities on my small team, but I know that the 37 hour plane ride will be a lot of fun because we will be so tired and everything will be funny :-)
This blog is turning into a novel.... But like I said earlier, Team Africa has been pretty busy. On November 22nd, Aaron left for Lesotho. Aaron is our leader's Jason and Connie's oldest soon. He was born in Lesotho and he feels more at home there, then here. He left to visit old friends and to start getting things ready for us. Last Saturday Jason left for Pennsylvania where his father was dying, and died Sunday morning. On top of all of they lost a dear family friend their sons age to a tragic accident Saturday night. Our whole team is feeling the affects. Please pray for Aaron as he is in Lesotho and lost both his grandfather and one of his best friends in a matter of day. Pray for Jason and Connie as they go through these loses and loved ones and are preparing to lead the first team to leave on December 8th. Jason will be returning to Nampa on Wednesday to turn around and leave next Monday for Lesotho. Connie is trying to remain calm, unstressed and strong for the rest of her family and it's wearing on her.
Well I think this is enough for now. I will try to write again this week as to not disappoint my dear reader Ruth. :-)
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
An itinerary, a packing list, 51 days, a flat tire, and an African-American president. What a week!
Last week at our Team Africa meeting we got a general packing list of mostly what we shouldn't take. And were told that we should only back a small duffel bag. For 2 weeks. All of our stuff must fit in there, and our needed supplies for the orphanage. Most of you know me well enough to know I am not a light packer. So thank goodness for space bags!
So this past week has been interesting just for me. Not really regarding Africa stuff, but just life in general. Tuesday was of course the election. It is considered to be the most important election in my life time (I'm not sure how they can say that when I'm only 21, but supposedly it's true). I try to stay out of politics. I'm usually on a need-t0-know basis with politics and that's it. I don't get overly involved. I know usually this blog only talks about Africa stuff, but it's my blog and I feel like writing some other things today. So about the past election... I was honestly disappointed to see the way many of my Christian friends reacted to Obama's election. Most of it that I heard was here in Nampa, some from Prineville via IM and phone calls. Many reactions I heard were "Life as we know it is over," and "I'm not ready for a socialist president" and "The world is coming to an end." I might not agree with Obama on his policies he wants to implement. I might not like the fact that he is a democrat. And maybe he is a socialist. But, the last I checked the Bible it said we are to respect those in authority. I don't think spreading slanderous statements about him via e-mail or texts is respectful. And I don't know about you, but my God is bigger than Obama and I trust that he has this in his control. Where is the trust people? Because a democrat is elected, we no longer trust God? Because Obama is supposedly a socialist, we no longer trust God? Romans 8:28 says, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to his purpose." So maybe Obama is a socialist. Maybe he will implement socialist policies and I end up homeless and living on the streets. Even then, I choose to believe that is God's plan and it is good for me. So if you want to talk about how Obama is a bad person, or any kind of slander or gossip, please don't include me. He's the future leader of our country and I choose to respect him. He is the one who has to give an account to God for what he does, not me. I am only accountable for myself.
Ok enough of that.
Back to Africa stuff.... We have our silent auction Gala coming up in a few weeks and thankfully things are coming together. We have an African choir coming to perform. Each of our teams will also be performing something. We are gathering silent auction items which has been a little difficult with the current economic times. No one really wants to donate anything.
Rather than that, life is crazy as always. I got a flat tire on the freeway this week. Thank goodness for Les Schwab. I'm writing papers like crazy, working on presentations in both English and Japanese 日本語. I'm also learning bookmaking in my photo 2 class and it's so much fun! Admist everything going on. Admist all the craziness of life, being sick, flat tires, homework, homework and then some more homework, I have an indescrible peace. I feel tranquil, even when I feel like I'm in a tornado and everything is flying around me. It could only be God's peace which I am so thankful for. I leave you with one of my all-time favorite verses:
"But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the Lord's praise for he has been good to me." ~ Psalm 13:5-6
His love is truly unfailing and his mercy never ends. May God give you his unfailing love, never ending mercy and his indescrible peace.
~Jillian
So this past week has been interesting just for me. Not really regarding Africa stuff, but just life in general. Tuesday was of course the election. It is considered to be the most important election in my life time (I'm not sure how they can say that when I'm only 21, but supposedly it's true). I try to stay out of politics. I'm usually on a need-t0-know basis with politics and that's it. I don't get overly involved. I know usually this blog only talks about Africa stuff, but it's my blog and I feel like writing some other things today. So about the past election... I was honestly disappointed to see the way many of my Christian friends reacted to Obama's election. Most of it that I heard was here in Nampa, some from Prineville via IM and phone calls. Many reactions I heard were "Life as we know it is over," and "I'm not ready for a socialist president" and "The world is coming to an end." I might not agree with Obama on his policies he wants to implement. I might not like the fact that he is a democrat. And maybe he is a socialist. But, the last I checked the Bible it said we are to respect those in authority. I don't think spreading slanderous statements about him via e-mail or texts is respectful. And I don't know about you, but my God is bigger than Obama and I trust that he has this in his control. Where is the trust people? Because a democrat is elected, we no longer trust God? Because Obama is supposedly a socialist, we no longer trust God? Romans 8:28 says, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to his purpose." So maybe Obama is a socialist. Maybe he will implement socialist policies and I end up homeless and living on the streets. Even then, I choose to believe that is God's plan and it is good for me. So if you want to talk about how Obama is a bad person, or any kind of slander or gossip, please don't include me. He's the future leader of our country and I choose to respect him. He is the one who has to give an account to God for what he does, not me. I am only accountable for myself.
Ok enough of that.
Back to Africa stuff.... We have our silent auction Gala coming up in a few weeks and thankfully things are coming together. We have an African choir coming to perform. Each of our teams will also be performing something. We are gathering silent auction items which has been a little difficult with the current economic times. No one really wants to donate anything.
Rather than that, life is crazy as always. I got a flat tire on the freeway this week. Thank goodness for Les Schwab. I'm writing papers like crazy, working on presentations in both English and Japanese 日本語. I'm also learning bookmaking in my photo 2 class and it's so much fun! Admist everything going on. Admist all the craziness of life, being sick, flat tires, homework, homework and then some more homework, I have an indescrible peace. I feel tranquil, even when I feel like I'm in a tornado and everything is flying around me. It could only be God's peace which I am so thankful for. I leave you with one of my all-time favorite verses:
"But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the Lord's praise for he has been good to me." ~ Psalm 13:5-6
His love is truly unfailing and his mercy never ends. May God give you his unfailing love, never ending mercy and his indescrible peace.
~Jillian
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Can I get one grande Perspective to go please?
So much has happened since my last blog that I'm not sure where to start....
There is good news and bad news. Tears and joy.
A week and a half ago two of our leaders for the trip asked to meet with me. The week before this had been crazy. I was so stressed and overwhelmed with school, Africa stuff, friend situations, work stuff. When they asked to meet my initial response was that I don't have time tonight, because honestly I didn't have time. I ended up having to leave work early so I could meet with them. We met and they asked me to seriously consider whether this trip was for me. They didn't feel like I had the time and effort to put into as. Or I did not have as much as they needed from me. They said that being a senior in college and trying work was a noble thing to be doing and that they wouldn't look down on me if I stepped off the team. They were concerned my heart wasn't in this trip as it should be, and that they needed me 100% in it. So I needed to make a decision and commit within before we left the coffee shop that night.
I was not in any position to be making a decision on the spot. I was very stressed and overwhelmed from everything that had been going on and to add this onto top was the straw the broke the camels back. I just sat there stunned and shocked because this was the last thing I was expecting them to talk with me about. The three of us sat there in silence for a few minutes because I shocked and they were done talking. One of my leaders asked if they could pray with me regarding my decision, of course I agreed because I needed as much prayer as I could get at that moment in time. After they prayed with me, they said that I probably needed to think about this, so I could call them by 9pm that night with my decision.
I walked out of the coffee shop in a daze, I couldn't believe they were asking me to step off the team! For any of you who know me, you know I'm not emotional. I don't cry. People die, and I don't cry. As soon as I reached my car, I started bawling. I have been working so hard towards this and to just give it up... After crying and thinking for awhile I called my mom and some of my close friends to ask for their advice.
I felt like my world was a snowglobe and God had just shaken it really hard. Not just with my Africa trip, but everything that had been going on that week. The Africa stuff was the last thing I could handle. I had been working so hard towards this trip with preparation and fundraising, and was I just supposed to walk away now?
After much prayer, thinking, and consulting with those I look up to, I decided this trip is for me. I would be willing to fail all my classes this semester to go on this trip (and that is a HUGE sacrifice for me). It means so much to me.
I really really hate times in my life like this. Where it takes God shaking up my world like a snowglobe for me to realize that my perspective is off. I was looking at things through my eyes not Gods. I was relying on my strength not His. As much as I hate times like these, they are necessary. So yes, I am still going to Africa, and am more excited than ever about it.
So I'll stand, with arms high and heart abanonded. In awe, of the One who gave it all. And I'll stand, my soul Lord to You surrendered. All I am, is Yours.
I love that song.
Moving on.....
We had another team meeting last week where we started working with puppets. I now know that there was a reason I never got into puppeteering.... It is so much hard than it looks! Pray for my team that we get the whole moving the puppet, talking, and holding our hands above our heads at that same time. We might have to start working out just to have the muscle strength! :-)
"I have a ticket, I have ticket. I have a ticket, hey hey hey hey" (Name that movie! Except it's with a pickle)
I have a plane ticket with my name on it! And the cost of our trip was reduced to $2500! Which is a huge blessing, because the $750 that we were to receive from fundraising, isn't likely to happen!
Ok, enough of my novel. See the comment button below? Leave me a comment so that I know I'm not just writing this and sending it into the great unknown of the internet!
How marvelous, how wonderful, is my Savior's love for me!
There is good news and bad news. Tears and joy.
A week and a half ago two of our leaders for the trip asked to meet with me. The week before this had been crazy. I was so stressed and overwhelmed with school, Africa stuff, friend situations, work stuff. When they asked to meet my initial response was that I don't have time tonight, because honestly I didn't have time. I ended up having to leave work early so I could meet with them. We met and they asked me to seriously consider whether this trip was for me. They didn't feel like I had the time and effort to put into as. Or I did not have as much as they needed from me. They said that being a senior in college and trying work was a noble thing to be doing and that they wouldn't look down on me if I stepped off the team. They were concerned my heart wasn't in this trip as it should be, and that they needed me 100% in it. So I needed to make a decision and commit within before we left the coffee shop that night.
I was not in any position to be making a decision on the spot. I was very stressed and overwhelmed from everything that had been going on and to add this onto top was the straw the broke the camels back. I just sat there stunned and shocked because this was the last thing I was expecting them to talk with me about. The three of us sat there in silence for a few minutes because I shocked and they were done talking. One of my leaders asked if they could pray with me regarding my decision, of course I agreed because I needed as much prayer as I could get at that moment in time. After they prayed with me, they said that I probably needed to think about this, so I could call them by 9pm that night with my decision.
I walked out of the coffee shop in a daze, I couldn't believe they were asking me to step off the team! For any of you who know me, you know I'm not emotional. I don't cry. People die, and I don't cry. As soon as I reached my car, I started bawling. I have been working so hard towards this and to just give it up... After crying and thinking for awhile I called my mom and some of my close friends to ask for their advice.
I felt like my world was a snowglobe and God had just shaken it really hard. Not just with my Africa trip, but everything that had been going on that week. The Africa stuff was the last thing I could handle. I had been working so hard towards this trip with preparation and fundraising, and was I just supposed to walk away now?
After much prayer, thinking, and consulting with those I look up to, I decided this trip is for me. I would be willing to fail all my classes this semester to go on this trip (and that is a HUGE sacrifice for me). It means so much to me.
I really really hate times in my life like this. Where it takes God shaking up my world like a snowglobe for me to realize that my perspective is off. I was looking at things through my eyes not Gods. I was relying on my strength not His. As much as I hate times like these, they are necessary. So yes, I am still going to Africa, and am more excited than ever about it.
So I'll stand, with arms high and heart abanonded. In awe, of the One who gave it all. And I'll stand, my soul Lord to You surrendered. All I am, is Yours.
I love that song.
Moving on.....
We had another team meeting last week where we started working with puppets. I now know that there was a reason I never got into puppeteering.... It is so much hard than it looks! Pray for my team that we get the whole moving the puppet, talking, and holding our hands above our heads at that same time. We might have to start working out just to have the muscle strength! :-)
"I have a ticket, I have ticket. I have a ticket, hey hey hey hey" (Name that movie! Except it's with a pickle)
I have a plane ticket with my name on it! And the cost of our trip was reduced to $2500! Which is a huge blessing, because the $750 that we were to receive from fundraising, isn't likely to happen!
Ok, enough of my novel. See the comment button below? Leave me a comment so that I know I'm not just writing this and sending it into the great unknown of the internet!
How marvelous, how wonderful, is my Savior's love for me!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Struggle
I felt like this topic deserved it's own separate post because the previous one was just so happy. We found out our group and project assignments three weeks ago and I have been struggling with it. I am not happy with what our team was assigned too. My heart just isn't in it. My heart isn't in puppeteering. I've been wrestling with this in both my thoughts and my prayers. I've been wrestling with this so much I've been contemplating not going on this trip because I am no longer excited for it. I'm starting to dread group meetings and group assignments. I have no desire to puppeteer. Please pray for me. Pray that my heart will be changed to my assignment or that my assignment will be changed. I haven't approached our leaders about this because I don't want to seem like a whiner.
You know when you have that feeling that something just doesn't feel right and at first you don't know what it is or why you have that feeling? That's how I have felt since our group and project assignments were announced, even before I knew what the other groups would be doing.
PRAYER PLEASE!
You know when you have that feeling that something just doesn't feel right and at first you don't know what it is or why you have that feeling? That's how I have felt since our group and project assignments were announced, even before I knew what the other groups would be doing.
PRAYER PLEASE!
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