Hands and Feet

Today I was listening to a radio station. And they were speaking about supporting the children of Mozambique. I was touched when the speaker spoke of the children and how God would actually curse those who rejected the cry of the poor. I can't remember what scripture he was quoting... but I thought "Wow! I want to help the poor but how am I doing it?" I've helped out at shelters some but I want to do soo much more.

I think about the different countries I've been where I've encountered the poor and their stories. One of those places was Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. I read a book about the Favelas. It was soo disheartening and alarming what the people in the Favelas must live in. I didn't go into the favelas but I did see them from far off. The people who live there are stuck in a horrible poverty cycle that is almost impossible to escape. I was talking to a friend who helps orphans from Favelas go to school. She and her husband are Brazilian but live in the states and have a company that works out of Brazil but they also work in the U.S. I wanted to do something to be a part... I have the option of paying $38.00 to support a child as well as the opportunity to tell everyone I know about this need. If you get the chance check out this website.

There are soo many places, people, and causes to stand up for to contribute to. This is just one young woman's wish for you to check this one out and ask you if you would like to help if you can.

Everyday

When I was a teenager. Not that long ago. I went to summer camp every year. It was awesome. One song that I remember being my favs back then was "Everyday" It went

"Everyday it's you I live for, Everyday I follow after you...".

I sang it and hoped to live it daily. I wanted to live for God each day.

I did a lot of praying in high school. I think I grew so confident in who God was making me into. But, when college came around with guys, love, job aspirations, dreams, and failed dreams... Living for God was sometimes pushed to the side and living for me became a much easier thing.

So, I came to CFNI's School of Worship. Pursuing this dream. Then I realized a lot of my motivation for this dream was self motivated. I mostly wanted more confidence, but I found that I wanted more acceptance, approval and praise for myself as well.

But, I went to the wrong school to get puffed up. Instead any balloon of pride I held was popped. Still hearing the popping actually. It's good. And I realize more than anything. I want to make each day a gift to God by listening and obeying and just being with Him. AND ALSO... by serving Him. I realized that I had began to serve myself. I feel like I live for myself sometimes still. I have to remember to not compartmentalize my life. But to give it all to Him. To ask Him to join me in every place I go, in everything I do. So that He can work through me in each of those places and I don't get in the way. "For it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me" Galations 2:20.