Japan, Japan, Japan...even the english version of the name is beautiful to me.
I keep thinking that the country was only ever a military 'hop' away. Catch a flight with my daddy, be there a couple days and be back. Totally possible.
I've wanted to go so bad. And now an opportunity has arisen. Exactly the type of opportunity my heart has desired, too. To go with a TEAM of people. Not a school, not an "organization." I've wanted to go with a team whose hearts are all for Japan...long term, not short term. Not even for a few years to fulfill whatever missions quota they have. With a team that has a heart for the people, the culture, the land, etc.
And all about prayer and worship. God-oriented.
So now I wait on God for his word. Yes, no, wait...I'll be content with whatever it is because I have peace knowing that even if this isn't it, I will be there some day. And some day is okay with me. But also ready to go if he says yes, which means getting myself physically, mentally, and spiritually prepared. What that looks like is getting in shape. You never know how much walking/hiking/running/playing you may do. It means reviewing and working more on my Japanese, getting back to a place where I feel comfortable with the limited vocab and grammar I have. And it means praying, sowing, reading, listening. Preparing my heart for it. Even if God says no, I should always be ready, right? So waiting on the Lord.
And excited. Because my trust in God's timing and faithfulness in his promises allows me to be.
I love my Jesus. And he loves me. :)
--MovingGirl
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
College Search #2
Second comment related to the same thing. Started thinking that maybe taking just one class or something while waiting on where we end up or something might not be too bad. That and I am getting extremely bored. And my diligence at studying japanese on my own has dwindled to buying myself study material I think might be helpful and sticking it on my shelf for a later day.
I need structure.
And I want to continue learning it. And Murray State U has Japanese classes. And after looking some more, multiple campuses, a jpn major....
But then I discovered something that made my heart go pitter patter, uniting two of my favorite things that I've been torn between into one major...International Affairs!
Eeeek! I am so excited! It looks so good and perfect. I can focus on East Asia with it and it requires foreign language so the required minor is easily translated to whatever language you learn.
So BA in Internationl Affairs, with a minor in Japanese.
I really think I want to do it.
I have great mentors...that just kind of came out of nowhere. I was just thinking about how much I am indulgent to the people I mentor, and then realized that my mentors are most likely the same with me. Whew. I'm blessed. So thank you all my mentors out there. You are amazing.
P.S.
Reminder for those of you who live in AK and want to say goodbye, Sunday evening @5 ChangePoint Church, Denali Room, use Main entrance, say hello and farewell.
--MovingGirl
I need structure.
And I want to continue learning it. And Murray State U has Japanese classes. And after looking some more, multiple campuses, a jpn major....
But then I discovered something that made my heart go pitter patter, uniting two of my favorite things that I've been torn between into one major...International Affairs!
Eeeek! I am so excited! It looks so good and perfect. I can focus on East Asia with it and it requires foreign language so the required minor is easily translated to whatever language you learn.
So BA in Internationl Affairs, with a minor in Japanese.
I really think I want to do it.
I have great mentors...that just kind of came out of nowhere. I was just thinking about how much I am indulgent to the people I mentor, and then realized that my mentors are most likely the same with me. Whew. I'm blessed. So thank you all my mentors out there. You are amazing.
P.S.
Reminder for those of you who live in AK and want to say goodbye, Sunday evening @5 ChangePoint Church, Denali Room, use Main entrance, say hello and farewell.
--MovingGirl
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The Tambourine
The Tambourine
A cloth-covered bible
a button-up coat
three-tenths short pants
and a buttermilk horse
Carried a long way down
carried from town to town
the heaviest, weightiest,
treasured gold around
Rider drove here
rider drove there
rider went about
just everywhere
Took the jersey mud
to the California shore
brought the gold dustin’s back
and gave ‘em to the poor
With his father’s legacy
and The Faithful Friend
he rode and rode and rode
until the very end
And everywhere he travelled
he took it all with him
the heaviest, weightiest
treasure, pardon for man’s sin
The Gospel was his message
the road was his reward
and from his simple passing
brought ‘em all to the Lord
His name was soon forgotten
his horse died of old age
his worthless button-up coat
was torn and old and stained
His 3-tenths pants were passed around
till one young boy named Todd
second, third, fourth-handed
them and then
found
God
He also found in a trunk
a cloth-covered bible too
a little tambourine of bone
he brought home from school
And with his young brown pony
he rode through town to Maine
and starting there he carried
the Gospel to ‘sisco bay
And the old rider of memory
cheers at God’s side
as another circuit rider
takes up the call
and rides.
--MovingGirl
Japan
"Kindle Mariah's memories of Japan."
"I am sending her as a light to the nations."
"For as you understand you are the workmanship of my hands, a praise will spring forth and a worship will spring forth that will turn the world around you to me."
"Your life is a fragrance poured out, a blessing to me and a strength to those whom you are called to minister."
"FirePlace will spread with the oil of the Holy Spirit."
So I started learning Japanese.
I've taken a year, and am still studying on my own.
I've researched the different opportunities that will get me there.
I wept with the disasters.
I listened to the call placed on my life, and responded.
Ended up in Oklahoma.
Returned having been commissioned, blessed.
Doors opened.
But there is yet no direction from God. No blinking arrow or lit-up verse that gives me any clue as to how or when or where or why.
Nothing but a heart desiring.
And so I wait for Him. To move, so I can follow. It's hard, the waiting. I want to go. I want to go.
But I need direction so I wait.
And it is so hard.
A friend died yesterday. 26 years old, a work accident. She volunteered at my church with the youth and sunday services. That's most often when I'd see her.
Wish I had talked more. But there is no confusion like the time before. Just sadness. And a realization that 26 is young. What does God have for me? My time, my life...I want it to all be for Him. I want every moment to be one of loving Him. Because 26 is only 6 years away. How much time do we all really have?
--MovingGirl
"I am sending her as a light to the nations."
"For as you understand you are the workmanship of my hands, a praise will spring forth and a worship will spring forth that will turn the world around you to me."
"Your life is a fragrance poured out, a blessing to me and a strength to those whom you are called to minister."
"FirePlace will spread with the oil of the Holy Spirit."
So I started learning Japanese.
I've taken a year, and am still studying on my own.
I've researched the different opportunities that will get me there.
I wept with the disasters.
I listened to the call placed on my life, and responded.
Ended up in Oklahoma.
Returned having been commissioned, blessed.
Doors opened.
But there is yet no direction from God. No blinking arrow or lit-up verse that gives me any clue as to how or when or where or why.
Nothing but a heart desiring.
And so I wait for Him. To move, so I can follow. It's hard, the waiting. I want to go. I want to go.
But I need direction so I wait.
And it is so hard.
A friend died yesterday. 26 years old, a work accident. She volunteered at my church with the youth and sunday services. That's most often when I'd see her.
Wish I had talked more. But there is no confusion like the time before. Just sadness. And a realization that 26 is young. What does God have for me? My time, my life...I want it to all be for Him. I want every moment to be one of loving Him. Because 26 is only 6 years away. How much time do we all really have?
--MovingGirl
Friday, June 17, 2011
Come, Let's Go Up to the Mountain
I wanna worship you...
Found the song "Come Let Us go up the Mountain" by MorningStar on our CD Fly Me Like the Wind.
I'm in love. With God.
Some songs take you right to the throne room. This one does for me.
Going to the Alaska Burn tonight. Can't wait to worship God with others.
From the Valley to the Peninsula
from the Bering Sea to the Capitol
May Your glory rise in the heart,
the heart of our state, our cities
Let it rise as incense to You
to Your heart, Father, connecting
the two until we, The Bride,
stand united in Your name
May Your name shine above
in the heavens the stars
Let the aurora praise You
the mountains clap their hands
So that we may be a crown
upon the nation's head
a precious treasure in Your eyes
Let us go up to the Mountain
Teach us Your ways, O Lord
Let us walk in the right paths
Into the heart of the Father
Songs lifted up from the earth
from the tundra and the plains
from the city and the village
from our hearts to Yours
May we embrace the fulness
of life with You, O God
To lift our hearts unto You
for cleaning, measuring,
the purifying work of Your Son
the Blood covering, our promise
"Come, let us go up the Mountain
Come, Let us go to the Lord
Come, let us go up the Mountain
He will teach us his ways"-FMLW
May Alaska bring You glory
As we worship You
--MovingGirl
Found the song "Come Let Us go up the Mountain" by MorningStar on our CD Fly Me Like the Wind.
I'm in love. With God.
Some songs take you right to the throne room. This one does for me.
Going to the Alaska Burn tonight. Can't wait to worship God with others.
From the Valley to the Peninsula
from the Bering Sea to the Capitol
May Your glory rise in the heart,
the heart of our state, our cities
Let it rise as incense to You
to Your heart, Father, connecting
the two until we, The Bride,
stand united in Your name
May Your name shine above
in the heavens the stars
Let the aurora praise You
the mountains clap their hands
So that we may be a crown
upon the nation's head
a precious treasure in Your eyes
Let us go up to the Mountain
Teach us Your ways, O Lord
Let us walk in the right paths
Into the heart of the Father
Songs lifted up from the earth
from the tundra and the plains
from the city and the village
from our hearts to Yours
May we embrace the fulness
of life with You, O God
To lift our hearts unto You
for cleaning, measuring,
the purifying work of Your Son
the Blood covering, our promise
"Come, let us go up the Mountain
Come, Let us go to the Lord
Come, let us go up the Mountain
He will teach us his ways"-FMLW
May Alaska bring You glory
As we worship You
--MovingGirl
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Moving Again
Can't put it off any longer, although filling this blog with everything BUT the moving process has been fun.
We have buyers for our house, a military couple (ret.) with one daughter. They are ready to get the process going, and right now, we could be out of our house by next week. This following on top of the movers coming as of yesterday and taking away all our household possessions...which really didn't equal much more than half a garage full. Still, we are suddenly moving again and frankly, we're all getting fearful. But we don't know what about. And we haven't had time to feel any of our emotions because we've been so busy.
We're down to pretty much our bare minimum...still have books that aren't packed yet, but we're shipping those separately for the media rate to save some money. It's empty and definitely not ours anymore. I don't know where we are going to stay for the rest of the time.
Now we need Chris' house to sell. Hopefully we'll get word on a buyer here soon.
Attending Northgate AK's Burn this weekend. All night prayer and worship, always an awesome time. Never been there before, though, so I'm kind of confused as to the location. I'll have to email or something. Anyway, that will be good. Have tons of friends I'd love to have come as well but they are all working. I just got lucky.
Psalm 119 in the Message has been amazing. I love it, and am planning on memorizing it with my sister. We'll see how far we get. But right now if there is any message God has been speaking to me it is about obedience. And I tend to be very selective in my hearing and very inactive in my obedience. So I figure Psalm 119 is a good one to have popping into my head when I'm tempted to ignore whatever it is I'm supposed to do.
I'm so hungry for God, and yet the more I get closer the more I see my ugliness. I don't want to be the Me I am. I don't like who I am when I'm not walking close to God, and the me when I do is still not very pretty. My words when written speak for me. But my mouth never seems to be able to communicate what I want it to when speaking aloud. Everything always comes out wrong. I feel like even what I mean for encouragement and laughter turns into awkward silences.
I'm bored and tired. I know part of this is because I've just come out of a place where God was so present for a long time, and now I'm at a point where I have to diligently seek him. And I'm tired. Even though I'm not really doing anything, working and a little bit of moving-related stuff, I always feel exhausted. I know that's partly my own fault, and not having daily God time. Sigh.
Which is why I'm starting memorizing scripture again. Psalm 119 in particular.
My family is having a Going Away Send-Off/Reception at ChangePoint June 26th. I think it was from 5-7pm in the Denali Room, but I'm sure we'll be there longer. 2 hours to talk with all our friends? Hah. Anyway, everyone and their friends are free to come. Right now I don't know what it will actually look like or if there will be food, activities, etc. I was thinking it was just going to be drop-in, fellowship and probably food. I DO know that we will have a guestbook of sorts that people can write in or whatever they wish to say goodbye. I'd love to see everyone we know there.
On a final note, I pray it will be sunny on our drive out.
--MovingGirl
We have buyers for our house, a military couple (ret.) with one daughter. They are ready to get the process going, and right now, we could be out of our house by next week. This following on top of the movers coming as of yesterday and taking away all our household possessions...which really didn't equal much more than half a garage full. Still, we are suddenly moving again and frankly, we're all getting fearful. But we don't know what about. And we haven't had time to feel any of our emotions because we've been so busy.
We're down to pretty much our bare minimum...still have books that aren't packed yet, but we're shipping those separately for the media rate to save some money. It's empty and definitely not ours anymore. I don't know where we are going to stay for the rest of the time.
Now we need Chris' house to sell. Hopefully we'll get word on a buyer here soon.
Attending Northgate AK's Burn this weekend. All night prayer and worship, always an awesome time. Never been there before, though, so I'm kind of confused as to the location. I'll have to email or something. Anyway, that will be good. Have tons of friends I'd love to have come as well but they are all working. I just got lucky.
Psalm 119 in the Message has been amazing. I love it, and am planning on memorizing it with my sister. We'll see how far we get. But right now if there is any message God has been speaking to me it is about obedience. And I tend to be very selective in my hearing and very inactive in my obedience. So I figure Psalm 119 is a good one to have popping into my head when I'm tempted to ignore whatever it is I'm supposed to do.
I'm so hungry for God, and yet the more I get closer the more I see my ugliness. I don't want to be the Me I am. I don't like who I am when I'm not walking close to God, and the me when I do is still not very pretty. My words when written speak for me. But my mouth never seems to be able to communicate what I want it to when speaking aloud. Everything always comes out wrong. I feel like even what I mean for encouragement and laughter turns into awkward silences.
I'm bored and tired. I know part of this is because I've just come out of a place where God was so present for a long time, and now I'm at a point where I have to diligently seek him. And I'm tired. Even though I'm not really doing anything, working and a little bit of moving-related stuff, I always feel exhausted. I know that's partly my own fault, and not having daily God time. Sigh.
Which is why I'm starting memorizing scripture again. Psalm 119 in particular.
My family is having a Going Away Send-Off/Reception at ChangePoint June 26th. I think it was from 5-7pm in the Denali Room, but I'm sure we'll be there longer. 2 hours to talk with all our friends? Hah. Anyway, everyone and their friends are free to come. Right now I don't know what it will actually look like or if there will be food, activities, etc. I was thinking it was just going to be drop-in, fellowship and probably food. I DO know that we will have a guestbook of sorts that people can write in or whatever they wish to say goodbye. I'd love to see everyone we know there.
On a final note, I pray it will be sunny on our drive out.
--MovingGirl
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Deep Wisdom
Psalm 119:25-32, a Meditation
Train me well in Your deep wisdom.
I just want to be with you.
Bury me deep in your pools.
Send me to the depths of the waters.
Wash me clean with the river of your love.
Train me well in your deep wisdom.
I just want to be with you.
Let me sink into the warmth.
Drown me in your presense.
Baptize me with your goodness.
Let my cup be filled to overflowing.
Mercy and Grace be poured out.
Train me well in your deep wisdom.
I just want to be with you.
--MovingGirl
Train me well in Your deep wisdom.
I just want to be with you.
Bury me deep in your pools.
Send me to the depths of the waters.
Wash me clean with the river of your love.
Train me well in your deep wisdom.
I just want to be with you.
Let me sink into the warmth.
Drown me in your presense.
Baptize me with your goodness.
Let my cup be filled to overflowing.
Mercy and Grace be poured out.
Train me well in your deep wisdom.
I just want to be with you.
--MovingGirl
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Heart Lesson: Hard Lessons
For the first time in my short life I've discovered the painful reality of a pinch. Just sat down on the couch yesterday looking forward to playing some Halo (the release about the first Halo being beautified stirred up some longing for the game), when snap! At first I thought it was one of those normal 'ole back pain where you have to find that spot where you can stand until it goes away. Nope. I was hurting.
Anyway, I ended up on the floor in a kneeling position first, trying to gently stretch out my back. I did realize that this was a humiliating experience, to have myself stuck in this position with my whole family looking on. I was helpless. I couldn't move without help. My sister basically had to feed me the advil and water. I didn't like it. I was stuck, and helpless. Then I ended up on my stomach after doing some painful back stretches and with my face in the floor and tears and hot breath making it hard to breathe I gave up. It was like the hand of God was upon my back. Teaching me a lesson.
About pride. About humility. About being willing to allow others to help you, even when it is embarrassing. This lesson literally followin a whole day of this same exact lesson, but in different ways.
I was emotionally and physically exhausted by the time I got to bed.
Really. I am so thankful for these lessons. They are so good. (Thank you, God.) Even though they hurt and are hard, when I ask him to teach me something I know in my head, but not my heart, he has been faithful to fulfill those requests. Usually I don't recognize it until after, though.
But I can only be grateful for this pain. It's taught me a lot in the past few days.
--MovingGirl
Anyway, I ended up on the floor in a kneeling position first, trying to gently stretch out my back. I did realize that this was a humiliating experience, to have myself stuck in this position with my whole family looking on. I was helpless. I couldn't move without help. My sister basically had to feed me the advil and water. I didn't like it. I was stuck, and helpless. Then I ended up on my stomach after doing some painful back stretches and with my face in the floor and tears and hot breath making it hard to breathe I gave up. It was like the hand of God was upon my back. Teaching me a lesson.
About pride. About humility. About being willing to allow others to help you, even when it is embarrassing. This lesson literally followin a whole day of this same exact lesson, but in different ways.
I was emotionally and physically exhausted by the time I got to bed.
Really. I am so thankful for these lessons. They are so good. (Thank you, God.) Even though they hurt and are hard, when I ask him to teach me something I know in my head, but not my heart, he has been faithful to fulfill those requests. Usually I don't recognize it until after, though.
But I can only be grateful for this pain. It's taught me a lot in the past few days.
--MovingGirl
Friday, June 3, 2011
AK-Vision
My heart suddenly saw two images. The first, Alaska's mountain Sleeping Lady with God, the King of Kings, leaning over her, and as he gave her a kiss, his heart touched the place where her heart lay, and his heart-beat acted as a jumpstart. As his heart beat, Sleeping Lady's heart began to beat with it. She was waking up.
(This vision was a continuation from a picture I saw which several Alaskan artists painted while they worshiped. Art is Worship / Sleeping Lady Awaken)
The second, as a prayer came out of my lips: "May the heart of our city, our state, be connected with the Father's heart" I saw a woman standing with her feet planted firmly in the heart of the city/state, and her arms outstretched towards heaven, towards the Father's heart. And as she did so, the two connected with a bolt of lightning, like a lightning rod, from her feet to the city and from her hands to the father. She was the conduit. The picture began to get smaller as the "camera" of sorts withdrew and as it did so I saw the lady/lightning bolt in the middle of an eye, and as it further withdrew, I saw that it was the pupil, it was in the center of the eye of God.
It was beautiful. I knew this, that the lady was both Sleeping Lady and the Bride of Christ. Both for Alaska, and the world. And it was in the eye of God. I cannot express the beauty.
(This vision was a continuation from a picture I saw which several Alaskan artists painted while they worshiped. Art is Worship / Sleeping Lady Awaken)
The second, as a prayer came out of my lips: "May the heart of our city, our state, be connected with the Father's heart" I saw a woman standing with her feet planted firmly in the heart of the city/state, and her arms outstretched towards heaven, towards the Father's heart. And as she did so, the two connected with a bolt of lightning, like a lightning rod, from her feet to the city and from her hands to the father. She was the conduit. The picture began to get smaller as the "camera" of sorts withdrew and as it did so I saw the lady/lightning bolt in the middle of an eye, and as it further withdrew, I saw that it was the pupil, it was in the center of the eye of God.
It was beautiful. I knew this, that the lady was both Sleeping Lady and the Bride of Christ. Both for Alaska, and the world. And it was in the eye of God. I cannot express the beauty.
Hurting
There are many things I think that are making me hurt.
But one in particular.
And I decided not to analyze my feelings in a logical way.
So here I am, God, raw and sore and wounded.
Unintentionally.
Completely without guile.
I've been hurt by silence.
By silence.
Logistics seem minimally connected to my hurt.
The reasons are small.
But my heart is hurting.
I found out today that a well-known worship leader
will be up here in AK this summer. For a little over a week. And he will be in several cities. Except two major ones: Anchorage and Fairbanks. The two largest cities outside of the Valley. Why? I don't know. All I've known is silence.
Want to know how I found out?
I discovered 24-7 prayer. Went to the national gathering. Discovered Sean Feucht and Burn 24-7. Went to the website, found the itinerary. Little info. Posted on FB. Friend down in TEXAS, tells me where to find out more. Check it out. See a website attached to the event. Look up website, find a ministry here in AK. Never heard of it. It's located in the Valley, only about 45mins to an hour away. It's pretty big. Ask around. No one has heard of it. Either it is the best kept secret, or people are keeping quiet for other reasons.
Can't find anything disagreeable with what I see on the website. I keep wondering why a movement/ministry focused on prayer and worship and youth and fire, etc...has gone by so quiet. I am pretty sure their website is pretty new, so it may be that they are just starting to grow or something, but regardless...
I'm hurt. I'm hurt. And yet not angry. Just...wounded.
Why are the churches of Anchorage so...separated? Why are they so bad at communicating between each other about events, sharing these events, etc. Why have I never heard of any of these things at my church? I know part of the reason why. Why do we who believe in tongues (praying without an interpreter), prophecy, worship (all-out), have to keep so quiet and hidden?
We do. I've only recently seen people start coming "out of the wood-works" as it were...and that because I am finally being bolder about MY beliefs/involvement.
I don't know what to feel.
But one in particular.
And I decided not to analyze my feelings in a logical way.
So here I am, God, raw and sore and wounded.
Unintentionally.
Completely without guile.
I've been hurt by silence.
By silence.
Logistics seem minimally connected to my hurt.
The reasons are small.
But my heart is hurting.
I found out today that a well-known worship leader
will be up here in AK this summer. For a little over a week. And he will be in several cities. Except two major ones: Anchorage and Fairbanks. The two largest cities outside of the Valley. Why? I don't know. All I've known is silence.
Want to know how I found out?
I discovered 24-7 prayer. Went to the national gathering. Discovered Sean Feucht and Burn 24-7. Went to the website, found the itinerary. Little info. Posted on FB. Friend down in TEXAS, tells me where to find out more. Check it out. See a website attached to the event. Look up website, find a ministry here in AK. Never heard of it. It's located in the Valley, only about 45mins to an hour away. It's pretty big. Ask around. No one has heard of it. Either it is the best kept secret, or people are keeping quiet for other reasons.
Can't find anything disagreeable with what I see on the website. I keep wondering why a movement/ministry focused on prayer and worship and youth and fire, etc...has gone by so quiet. I am pretty sure their website is pretty new, so it may be that they are just starting to grow or something, but regardless...
I'm hurt. I'm hurt. And yet not angry. Just...wounded.
Why are the churches of Anchorage so...separated? Why are they so bad at communicating between each other about events, sharing these events, etc. Why have I never heard of any of these things at my church? I know part of the reason why. Why do we who believe in tongues (praying without an interpreter), prophecy, worship (all-out), have to keep so quiet and hidden?
We do. I've only recently seen people start coming "out of the wood-works" as it were...and that because I am finally being bolder about MY beliefs/involvement.
I don't know what to feel.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Silent
I had meant to post sometime over the weekend but it never happened. In reality, I'm still recovering from all the God-awesomeness that went on. I have a long story, or many little stories that would take me forever to write, so I'll say if you want to hear some of them ask me in person, otherwise I'll post them on here if I get to it.
I will say this, God was there, his hand was there, and his heart. My life seems to flooded. And yet at the same time I'm now restless. Learning patience as I sit here in AK waiting for things to get going. Such as moving...driving out of here. Being down there. As I am in transition between states, I am also in transition for my life. I have no idea where I am supposed to go from here. Do I just live with my family for the next year, working, or is there something else for me? A school, internship, ministry to be a part of? I love Japan, my heart has been aching for them the past few months, my good friend, Emilee got a taste of my pain when she was up here for...a break. Christmas? Anyway, I'm starting to feel that way again. Frustration at not having any outlets for my heart. Jesus has been my sustenance this far, but I have to say, patience is a really hard thing to learn. But I know me, I'm all about jumping head first into something and never finishing it. Usually because it dries up from not being God-approved. So I want to wait on him, definitely.
If you could be praying for my heart and its direction and patience to wait upon the Lord. I'd appreciate it.
--MovingGirl
I will say this, God was there, his hand was there, and his heart. My life seems to flooded. And yet at the same time I'm now restless. Learning patience as I sit here in AK waiting for things to get going. Such as moving...driving out of here. Being down there. As I am in transition between states, I am also in transition for my life. I have no idea where I am supposed to go from here. Do I just live with my family for the next year, working, or is there something else for me? A school, internship, ministry to be a part of? I love Japan, my heart has been aching for them the past few months, my good friend, Emilee got a taste of my pain when she was up here for...a break. Christmas? Anyway, I'm starting to feel that way again. Frustration at not having any outlets for my heart. Jesus has been my sustenance this far, but I have to say, patience is a really hard thing to learn. But I know me, I'm all about jumping head first into something and never finishing it. Usually because it dries up from not being God-approved. So I want to wait on him, definitely.
If you could be praying for my heart and its direction and patience to wait upon the Lord. I'd appreciate it.
--MovingGirl
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