I Will Go

Give me ears to hear Your Spirit
Give me feet to follow through
Give me hands to touch the hurting
And the faith to follow You

Give me grace to be a servant
Give me mercy for the lost
Give me passion for Your glory
Give me passion for the cross

And I will go where there are no easy roads
Leave the comforts that I know
I will go and let this journey be my home
I will go
I will go

I’ll let go of my ambition
Cut the roots that run too deep
I will learn to give away
What I cannot really keep
What I cannot really keep

Help me see with eyes of faith
Give me strength to run this race

I will go Lord where Your glory is unknown
I will live for You alone
I will go because my life is not my own
I will go
I will go
I will go

~ Steve Green

As I get ready to take the biggest step of my life, so many people are amazed that a young person would consider going across the world on their own. I get nervous when I think about it too hard, because this is WAY outside my comfort zone. I love my family, my friends who know me the best, and I love being able to eat my favorite food. But just like this song says, I will go where there are no easy roads. I will fly across the world by my lonesome (AH!), live in a country that I will be a foreigner to, and do hard things. I want God to take away my indepence on myself, and teach me to fully rely on Him. Hopefully  “I’ll let go of my ambition, cut the roots that run too deep, I will learn to give away, what I cannot really keep.” I want this journy, this change, this step of faith more than anything else I’ve ever wanted. I will make this journey my home.

Live, Laugh, Love…

“All this and Heaven too.” That quote has come to my mind many times these last few months. The dark nights make the sunshine seem that much more golden. The last few months have been filled with living, laughing, and loving.

 Days that follow a wonderfully simple pattern, filled with everything that makes the little moments beautiful. Laughing at the crazy things my kids say or do. Laughing when that was the only option besides getting frustrated. Laughing silently when my babies tested me or someone else, and then made the cutest, cutest face ever.

 Loving my crazy afterschoolers. Loving my adorable pre-k girls who said they wanted to be (among other things) an elf, a “hawrstywist”, and (my personal favorite), a church-girl. Loving my stubborn four year olds, who say the funniest (and awkward) things. Loving my three year olds who always fight for space on my lap. Would you believe they can fit four of them on at one time?! Loving that they love doing my hair, talking to me instead of taking a nap, and most of all LOVE kissing me. Loving my oh so troublesome two and a half year olds, no matter how very much they try my soul. Love, love, Loving my two year olds, who make my heart so full. Loving the little stubborn girl who gives the best hugs. Loving the cuddly little man who calls me BooBekah. Loving the mischevious little guy who always talks in the deepest voice you can imagine in a two year old. Loving my precious little girl who always shows me her shoes, her lovie, and her bows. Loving her because she finally loves me enough to let me do her hair without fussing Loving doing her beautiful hair. Loving my little man who calls me Betta, and says the craziest things. Loving my sweet little boy with the beach boy haircut who never ever wants to let go of me. Loving my one year olds who have the most energy ever. Loving my babies. Loving my baby boy, even though he NEVER takes a nap. Loving his smile, loving his nose, loving his tiny hands, and loving his baby smell.

Living my days post-kiddos by relaxing. Living and enjoying the sunny Mondays at the river. Forgetting time and sitting simply on the big rock in the middle, talking with my wonderful sisterchicks. Laughing about life, and love. Laughing at ourselves, and life. Loving these sunny days.