What if the Storm Never Ends?

    

     As I was driving home from work today I was thinking through my attitude minutes prior. I had realized it was nasty at best. Quickly the mind did what it had been trained to; think of an excuse as to why. Sadness was the first and longest standing reasoning behind the miserable person I had just been. Infuriated with myself I begged God to help me release the lies and pains that rest deep within and claim and declare the truth to who I was. Without a doubt I knew that He would answer me. That is who my Father was after all; a care giver whose favorite thing to do was forgive and love me. These thoughts swam their way through my mind just as my vision blurred enough to see the rear lights in front of me shine brightly in heart shape. You can imagine the fright that ran through me, unable to see clearly, or so I thought. Blinking a few times to clear up my contacts I realize shortly after my contacts were fine, God was simply showing me what he felt for me. I followed the car for another 10 minutes or so and the hearts never faded for more than a second at a time. I am, as you are, deeply cherished and loved.

      Shortly after arriving home I found myself, like I often do, looking at pictures from our Uganda trip. Contemplating the drive and what God had shown me the questions started flowing. "How did I know He would answer me? What if I never knew anything good of Him, forgiveness, love, willingness to talk with me? How would I handle life if I grew up with these kids?" and many more. What hit me the hardest was that I experienced a small taste of what these children endure, I could escape back home to a "better place", and the biggest of all the issues... I never had to return. In fact, I could leave whenever I pleased. I starred and starred at the broadest of all the pictures. To be honest, it was one that many times I quickly skip past not giving it a thought. A scene shot of what every day typically looked like with everyone being candid. Matt with two or three babies peeing and pooping on his lap. Whitney holding and caring for Joy. Celia holds McGuire joking and laughing with the kids. London getting his hair done. Tex sitting on the ledge, legs hanging off, with a few of the kids leaning on his back and lap. Anthony talking shop with some of the adults in charge. And each one of the kids with, doing something, or looking for a Muzungo or working as they were directed. Sadness devoured my heart. The one thing God allowed me to witness on a 15 minute drive home was something every single one of these children lacked... love. As the Freight train of sadness crashed my heart into the steal wall all I could find the words to pray were, "Father, help it to end."

      The realization that found my heart was some people, children and babies too, all around the world never can escape the storm. The storm doesn't have some cute name like "Katrina" or "Harry" its name is life. There's no rescue teams coming in or blood drives being run just for them. Or at least not enough. We don't see on our weekly football games a website for others more fortunate to donate. It’s as if they don't exist. What terrorizes my thoughts continually, night after night, is that most these people live lives as if mother nature or some other horrific event happened, when in all reality, they were born into it. As most of you know my niece was born in June 2013 and we had been taking care of a 3 month old while in Uganda. I can't help but to recall my plane ride home thoughts as I'm sharing this with you now. They ran something like this, "Joy hasn't any choice to what happens to her. She will be used and mistreated most likely all her life. She will likely never be above "lower class" in the eyes of the world. She was brought into this world in a miserable, evil, way (mother was raped by her uncle). And at least once in her life she will likely wish she were never born. All because for some reason God made her and destined her life to be Ugandan. She had no choice. As where my niece (Khloe. I didn't know her name at the time) will be born in one of the most wealthy countries on earth, will not only have a mom and dad that love her but aunts, uncles, grandparents. All of which is anyone ATTEMPTED to hurt her in ANY fashion would protect her if it meant their own death. She will have opportunities to become anything she wants. Her health won’t suffer from malnutrition, worms, or HIV (most likely). And why? Because God placed her in North America. She, like Joy, has no choice. Yet, Khloe will know love, compassion and forgiveness much sooner than Joy. She will have opportunity Joy can only dream of. I don't get it." I understand these thoughts may not be how life pans out for either of these two. But I know the odds are DRASTICALLY in Khloe's favor. My heart can’t help but to ask why? A teacher of mine, Troy Sherman, shared an alarming static while he was with us. It reads, "In the United States of America ALONE spend $480 BILLION dollars during Christmas time ONLY EACH YEAR! It would take TEN BILLION to solve WORLD hunger." World hunger could be solved with just $10 billion. Of course my heart is strong for the Ugandan people, children especially, but the WORLD. I can't help but to sit here and ask, "Why Lord? Why are so many suffering? And worse Lord, why are so few helping?"

      I don't write any of this to rise up guilt. On a general basis I hate that tactic. But I can't shake the feeling of my heart being crushed between sadness and fury. My tears flow understanding that in my lifetime I'll be a blessing if I bring just one person out of the storm. While my muscles tense and jaw clinches with determination to make it the world. After all, what makes me so special I get to feel and see Gods love in the rear light of a car while others never get to? God so loved the WORLD he gave his one and only Son...

 

With power to clear the clouds for at least one,

Krista June

The Beauty of Gods Love

      I know to which the road our father is placing me on. But sometimes that just isn't instant enough for our human flesh. I simply want to be on it now and not on the journey before which it comes. What I am realizing and understanding more now than ever though, is that its the journey before that makes the end destination as magnificent and grand as it seems to be. Without all the bumps, prayers, love and support of others, lessons in-between would any of the results seem so glorious? My guess is no. So, with that being said, here I sit on the road of growth- somewhere between knowledge, love and wisdom.
     God has been speaking to me these last few days about loving through the storm. To some this seems like an impossible task. And if I were to be honest Id reveal once upon a time that was me. But as these last weeks of 2013 enclosed I realized that the moment we allow anything negative into our hearts is the moment we lose. Yes, it may be difficult to not spit off at the tongue as your heart is crushed and dismayed but I challenge you to think of just how hurt and dismayed God was as we ate from the tree, spit and thrashed on his ONLY son, and choose STILL not to walk with him. Did that stop him from paying the price? In his hurt did he say, "never mind, child, you are not worth it?" No, he still took us on his back and carried us and allowed life to be restored in us.
     In Genesis 1:31 God tells us, "He saw what he had made (man) and it was good." Just before it reads (Gen. 1:26) "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock over the earth, and over all the creatures that move along the ground." How remarkable is that? God claims that we ARE good! From the first of the days he claimed we were good! And we were above all other creatures for we were in the likeness of HIM! God: an adored, admired or influential person. In an another definition it reads: A superhuman being or spirit being worshipped. WE ARE MADE IN HIS IMAGE! Why is it we beat ourselves up and degrade ourselves? Are we understanding that by doing so we are diminishing the beauty of who God is?
    I know some of you reading this are saying, "Well, I am not as worthy. If only you knew my past, Kris, you wouldn't say that I was made in His image." Oh, How I express this with the deepest of love, you would be entirely wrong! I can say so very confidently because later in Genesis 3:21 after Eve and Adam ate of the forbidden fruit, while they sat embarrassed because they were unclothed; "God made garments of skin for Adam and his wife and clothed them." There were consequences to Adam and Eve's actions, yes, but what loving parent do you know that when their child disobeys and does something harmful to themselves in the process not discipline out of love? Adam and Eve did the one and only thing the Lord said for them not to do. In doing so they brought death and destruction upon themselves and every person who would be born after. They released sin onto the earth... to ALL OF MAN! I'd like to ask you, who may be feeling unworthy, what have you done that has brought such repercussions onto ALL of man? I am not dismissing the hurts you may have caused or endured. I'm simply asking, if God still loved Adam and Eve enough to care for their embarrassment, why wouldn't He still love you and call you good?
     I started this post sharing I want the end result. If I had that right now, would I be able to feel his love for me today? Probably not to the degree I am. Keep trucking and know you are made in the image of God, the highest and holiest of ALL things, and you are GOOD!

    Here's to the journey before the destination!

Kris

The Final Weeks of Uganda-- How I found my calling

Hello My Dearest Friends!

   I have finally had time to sit down and try and put into words all that has happened within the last few months. A task that I assure you isn't easy! To attempt to sum up what life has been like this year is one of the hardest things I've wanted and been asked to do. So, if I'm a little scattered or unclear in any way my deepest apologies!
   First and foremost I would like to thank ALL of you! My heart has been DEEPLY touched by all your support and love! I COULD NOT have made this trip without any of you! My words are not enough of a thank you but its the most I can offer you! SO THANK YOU!!
   On April 10th in the evening we landed in Entebbe, Uganda and met with our now dear friend, Aron. Though he is a little embarrassed by it we took delight in listening to him the entire way "home". He shared with us the do's and don'ts of the country. What to expect and not to expect. And shared the best advice he could offer us. By the time we'd reached the house I had felt in good hands and that the next few months would be life changing. I hadn't ANY idea just how much so.
    The first month we stayed in Kampala. 2 weeks at our now families house, Angela and Benum. They have 3 children total, one who was away at school and two that blessed us with their presence nightly. Their son was 10 and their little girl 4. Blessed doesn't even begin to express how we were treated. They let us stay there for free and paid for and cooked our meals nightly.
     While we were here we worked a few days with Women and men who tested HIV positive. We also worked with an orphanage called God's Grace. Our goal was to love. Love on every person we encountered to our fullest compacity. Which came to be easy at each place, but especially God's Grace. We found 124 children with just 7 care takers. MANY, including babies, suffering from malnutrition and infections. The very first day I had one little girl who simply clung to me. The second I released her from my arms she would start to wale! The second day we arrived she ran to me with her friend who also would sob the second I let her go. As the newest girl cried (even as being held) I asked what was wrong, I was told "she always just cries. She needs to be quiet or leave this place." I asked if we could treat the wounds on her feet and I was ignored. Saddened by this my teammate, Tex, and I prayed over her.  This is one story of many of the neglect and heartbreak we encountered the first few weeks.
     Each teammate within those first couple weeks fell in love with one or more of those kids. Whitney and Anthony were no exception. A 2 month old baby was in this orphanages care. Whit with her nurturing heart she has went to her and rocked her. Her touch was startling to Baby Joy. "She was literally like a doll for the first hour or so" said Whit about holding Joy for the first time. Joy wasn't formular with human touch or what it meant to be cared for. As we were leaving Whit made Joy a promise to come back for her and adopt her. "The way she looked at me, it was like she understood every word. It was like she wasn't a two month old but an adult." As time went on and I spoke more with Whitney about Joy the more I too, and the team, fell in love with her. By week 3 of outreach I knew in my heart we were to go back for Joy. But I want to share more of the next 2 weeks before getting too far into Joy's story.
      Week 3 and 4 we were in Kampala as well but no longer with Angela and Benum. Instead we hooked up with our friend Jonathan to build an aquapontics. This is a garden system that treats and takes care of itself but produces veggies at an alarming rate. Here we stayed with the orphans in our own rooms. When we arrived there wasn't any electricity and they had just gotten what is equal to our running water. The friends we made there were amazing. There are 12 children that live there, who sadly cant attend school so run around and play all day. They LOVED our water bottles and were the main source of their playing. These kids are sweet and adorable and I love each of them dearly. There we also met a 15 yr old man who worked with us building the aquapontics. His name is Denis and Ive NEVER seen someone work as hard as he did! He provides for his entire family, paying all their bills and also pays his school bills, which is $40 American BUT they average about $4 for a FULL days work! So its a LOT of money!! It was crazy to witness the level of struggle that was happening here.
     The next few weeks were by far the hardest for me spiritually. We were off to Jinja (3 hrs away) for the remander of the trip. Or so we thought. As we packed and headed out the tears filled my eyes and over flowed my heart. I felt Kampala was where we were supposed to be but how could we just blow off all the plans we had in Jinja? And how do I share this with the team? I just probably don't wanna go because I fell in love with these people. Those were my thoughts. As we arrived I fought off my heartbreak. Within the next 2 days we found out that what plans we thought we had comes to find out, we didn't have at all! We literally had a month freed up! I was ready to re-pack and head to Kampala the moment Anthony gave us the news. Pitching the idea out to go back seemed perfect so there it was...pitched. After talking a little we prayed and felt as a team that 2wks in Jinja was what God had wanted from us. And the last 2 wks we'd head back to God's Grace.
     We did just that. We filled in the first week in Jinja with random ministry. One day the girls did a maternity clinic. Which is where I discovered just how TERRIFIED of the medical field I am! haha that was ROUGH! We also did street walking and visited with another orphanage that one of our speakers founded, Cesta Nest (Streams of Mercy). In the second week we had planned a kids club for the neighborhood children. On day one we had 60 children and on the last day we had 110. It was EXHAUSTING but SO rewarding!! ages 4ish-18ish.... incredible! We did dances, skits, bible stories, games, songs, testimonies, prayers etc. Truly amazing.
     The last 2 wks were the roughest since my mom passing. I have NEVER felt more emotionally drained (other than when mom died) in my entire life. We went back to the orphanage where it all started. It literally felt like we were arriving home as we pulled into Benum and Angela's. That was the refreshing part. The down side was we had a LOT of work to do with so short a time. While we visited Cesta Nest we found a new place to have Joy transferred to. The house was AMAZING she'd stay in and the people who'd be taking after her.... amazing! And apart of our goal was to have her moved there before we left. We knew it would be hard... we didn't realize how hard and why.
      During the month and half on off days and free time Whitney and Anthony had been meeting and doing all they could to get the adoption process going. We kept running into hiccups but kept being able to overcome them due to God blessing us with more people who knew more answers. But the more we dug the more we started to question things. But not once did we question this was where we were meant to be.
     Sunday came and we visited the children again for the first time. I was told by one of the kids all they had to eat was flour and water. Instantly our team decided we'd get them some rice for the week. Monday morning we brought them a big bag of rice and started to build 2 bedrooms for the boys. 30 plus boys were sleeping outside in the classroom on dirt and without misqueto nets (Malaria is HUGE over there and can be deadly if not treated in time.) We also built a laundry line to hang their clothes out on instead of laying them of the ground and a chicken coop and were sure to clean their sheets and bedrooms. Tuesday another organization brought 2 bags of rice for the kids and helped us with the projects above. Wednesday was the same. And then on Thursday we'd gotten back from lunch and one the kids came to me saying the older kids hadn't eaten. Confused as to why I had asked. They said "we ran outta food." Even more confused I went back to the kitchen and talked with the cook, who informed me that, indeed they'd "run outta food." Thinking this is impossible with all the food just delivered I went to Anthony and Tex overheard the news and went back to investigate. He found the food and then was told they were fasting. Confused as to what was happening and how the stories weren't adding up I decided to start asking questions. Im not gonna tell you how but just the info we discovered....
     What we found out was that what basically happens is the person who runs the organization goes to kids parents and convinces them she can get them adopted by western people. What she doesn't tell them is that adoption through them isn't allowed at all. Then they will have the kids, esp the babies, be real thin and sickly so that when organizations go through they feel awful and because adoption isn't allowed all they can do is donate money. Then they will pocket the money and the children see none of it. They have found that babies bring in more care and money and so they've started to target them more. Hence why we are struggling to have Joy transferred. I was also shown 3rd degree burns that were done as punishment, they are not allowed to eat when being punished (2 babies were literally one DAY away from death), they are verbally abused daily and also caned if they ate food offered to them while they were being punished. The reason we cant just shut them down is because the kids who do have parents and thought they were giving their kids a better life will be arrested for abandonment and put into jail. And we don't want innocent people suffering for doing what they thought was best. And those who don't have parents will be left homeless. So, that's why I'm trying to go back there. I had a conversation with God and he told me that I must help one kid at a time and start with the most innocent.... which here is Joy.
       This orphanage is the reason we were sent to Uganda. I have found my calling and that is the O.S.O... operation save the orphans. I plan on shutting down places like this and building new and better homes for these children. If you feel at all lead to help me in accomplishing this mission PLEASE talk to me! Whether finances or coming along and helping or just praying... however you can help PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO! These kids are the sweetest kids ever and are abused daily. I don't know how they are so wonderful! But Ive seen these things with my own eyes and I do need your help!! THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUVE DONE ALREADY!! THANK YOU! PLEASE SHARE THIS!!!

   In Love with Uganda,
Krista June

Kids club in Jinja

The week started off by planning for a kids club that Ywam Jinja puts on. Matt Harr our school leader had his pastoral visit and so it started off pretty special. Getting notes from home and special treats like white chocolate....my fav! Thanks Sahara! With no real idea what we to do we tried praying knowing we hd 3 days of about 16 hrs totl that needed planning. London got we should do a 3 day story...what better than creation/the fall Christ dying and rising and Holy Spirit? So that's what we did. Skits from the bible and a few silly ones. I never thought we'd have such good actors on our team lol. But we crushed it. Lol. Matt being here was huge making each skit a little better. We ended up with 110 kids from age 3-17. Ptl. There were 5 from a nearby orphanage that appear to be in an ugly situation so we walked them home to check it out. Everything on the outside appears ok...but there's evidence that says otherwise...all circumstantial but my spirit doesn't rest well. So prayer is welcomed for the children there. There's somewhere around 13 kids there. When we went 'mother' the house taker wasn't there 'may return tonight'. As I said somethindoesnt set right in me. I think GAde our translator will be doing ,ore follow up and research on it. Our last day Celia and I had 49 kids 7 and under.... One translator and one other man.... Mayhem is the best way to describe it. But it was good! We each had groups and did lessons with them about what the skits were that day. Gods good and it all went great.
    Tomorrow we head back to Kampala and start our work there. It's gonna be exciting! I'm stoked to finish up here strong! Keep us in prayer!!!! Love all of you!
Krista June

The Ugandan journey

Hey friends, I'm so sorry it's taken me soooooooo long to write! Life here is crazy good! I'm on my friends iPad so I must make it quick but know that I and the team are wonderful! We have been touched deeply by the people here and are overwhelmgly blessed! We've been working within orphanages and our hearts are breaking and touched DAILY. I can't begin. To describe the joy they have in them slimy by us holding them! It's crazy! Whitney and Anthony my leaders who are wedding in aug of this year are now trying to adopt a 2 mon old that we met and fell in love with. Her name is joy and prayers are appreciated! We are currently in Jinja but will be heading back to Kampala earlier than expected after some long nights and days of praying! So in gods grace, the first orphanage we visited we will be heading back for the last 2 was here! There are 124 kids 7 workers...most which are volunteer and not always there. 5-7 kids per bed if under age about 3 and 3-5 any age older. Most don't have good health due to lack of food. Maria I the min runner of the place and hs the biggest heart I've seen. It's remarkable. There are twins bout a yr or so old who were literally left in the woods to die and she rescued them. Many have stories like this..Maria coming and saving them. It's insane. Prayer there is needed and for us a well . We plan to build toilet and a shower place for them as we'll as get more room for more beds and provide food. We've been so blessed by this place! The children are amazing and gods sent under! I have sooooo many things I'd love to share with y'all but I've not the ability just yet.... Other need the comp.if you feel lead to help in anyway message me!!!!!!! You can also send money to my Paypal for this. Orphanage and it'll help with our needs. You can find that info in my notes on fb under Ywam the journey starts!!! You can send things needed too clothes etc.... I'll update you next week on how if you'd like. Thanks folks!!!! It's awesome here! We're soooooo blessed! Love krista June

Little Egypt

 Friends!!

 I glad to report life is MUCH better! I had a ROUGH start to the week this week. We were being taught how to study the bible and I realized, "WOW! I KNOW A LOT LESS THAN I THOUGHT!" not good!! I felt so STUPID that legit I was crying a few times. I had dinner with our leader and his wife (Matt and Erin and Liam of course) and they wanted to just get a chance to see how we are doing without everyone else around. Wed is was my turn. Im fairly certain Matt is a feeler so it was no coincidence. lol. It was good though. Just talking and hearing the wisdom together as a couple they pocess. Its truly amazing. In a sense they talked me off the ledge informing me of things Ive never really known about myself. I called my brother and asked him what he thought and he agreed. And so did another friend.
  I feel extremely pushed here. And most days I hate it. I think if it was like day camp thing were we could go to our own homes and process alone for a little while it wouldnt be as difficult for me. But thats not the case so Im ALWAYS under pressure. Ive not since arriving felt a second of COMPLETE lack of guards up. Its not because the people, its just who I am. When Im with people I stress. Im not totally sure as to why, but i think its mostly wanting everyone to like me or me pleasing them that freaks me out. Im still praying on this. So needless to say I feel like Im breaking because even when Im in my room alone I know at anytime Celia or one of the girls could come knocking and come on in, and I could be asked to do something I hadnt planned in my day. Which bites! lol. Im a planner and stress even more when Im all of a sudden thrown into a place or situation Id not thought Id be doing. But again, Im growing in this area.
    We're coming up on outreach FAST! We leave first couple days in April on our state side and from there we leave to Uganda. Im SOO NERVOUS about this but trying not to fret on all the things they warn us about day in and day out. I know theres gotta be some normalece. I know already Im gonna be outta my comfort zone for Ill mainly only be allowed to wear dresses and skirts. :(  So for me skirts, cause i HATE dresses. lol. But itll be ok. I expect embarrassing moments already regarding that. lol. Pray for me!!!
   We already have gotten a small taste of outreach stories this week on our evangalism quest. I dont know if I have the liberty of sharing the story for it didnt happen to me. But just know it was WOW! Brave trooper we got on this team! :)
    Last night we went into a small community of Egyptians. Its a complete culture within the states for sure! So much so they actually call it "Little Egypt". We went and played with the children as they were in the play ground. Remarkable doesnt even begin to sum it all up! I was mainly with a young, beautiful girl named Sohair. (Its not spelled this way she informed me but just so its easy for you.) She taught me many games and told me many stories. They are BEYOND loving and LOVE touch. There were little to no boundries. Im still unsure how I think and feel on that. We played soccer, trust fall, swung them around in circles, piggy back rides, basically anything you could think of that involves carrying one or two children on your back lol. Super glad to have more men around for certain! lol. They literally were trying to jump into our van and were jumping on the back of the van as we were trying to leave. They do this all the  time Jacob says. (Jacobs how we were connected with this group). I had MANY questions about my hair from both the guys and girls. The girls almost were sad for me and the guys thought it cool. lol I had it in a fohawk. lol. Probably one of my fav quotes of the night was after Matt Knapp was playing soccer with a boy on his back he needed a break. His face was bright red and he was trying to catch his breath. The boy on his back as he was sliding off goes, "Well, this games no longer fun. The camel gets too tired!" and then ran off. lol. #cultureshock lol. Once we were all exhausted from the carrying etc and we were saying no more fights started breaking out left and right. I realized pretty quickly once Celia pointed out how it was happening everywhere (she was with the boys I was with a couple little girls) that these boys are filled with pride. One would kick the other, the other would chase him down and beat him harder. Then he'd get up and chase down the other one giving him a harder beating. As we were stepping in, holding back the aggresser, the "victim" to be would taunt him angering him more. I couldnt help but to feel overwhelmed and angered. The adults or older ppl there that lived there were just letting it go on. I dont know if I was more frustrated by the 10-12 yr olds or them. My heart really started to break to a point I wanted to escape. But overall, what an amazing outreach. I loved hanging with them. I hope we can go back.
    Thats the basic update for this week. Im growing and its not easy but Im excited. I hope Ill start feeling like Im making a difference in others life sooner than before outreach. Keep me in prayer!!

Love Ya'll,
Krista June

2 wks summed in one.. All in fun

Im Sorry friends! The last few weeks have been CRAZY! We had the DTS of 32 students from the fall get home from outreach and we were booked getting to know them, serving dinner, and doing graduation things for them. So Lives been a little CRAZY!
  Within that DTS I think its safe to say Ive met some good friends. Ive never seen such joy in so many of their faces. I dont believe it was all because they were home either. In Fact, some of them I think wished that they werent. The stories and inside jokes flowed throughout the house and I cant say that they were not entertaining to listen to. For the most part, menus the cleaning up after, I thoroughly enjoyed having them here. So, that was basically last wk! :) Im trying to think of stories to share but I cant really.
     The other students made for an interesting time out of class but within it they had no affect. As usually YWAM found a Dimond in the Rough and blessed us with an amazing teacher, Wick Nease. Im mind blown. He spoke on destiny and the biggest point that he made was this, "How many lives will not make it into heaven if we dont act out the destiny in which God has called us to obtain." Yea, it struck me hard too! :) Makes you think twice before not doing something the Holy Spirit tells ya to, eh? lol But it was amazing! Im so incredibly lucky to have had him teach me! Amazing. And he acts out his talk! Doing HUGE work in the mission fields for orphans. Check out streamsofmercy.org! Him and his wife founded it! :)
   One thing that ya'll should know about me if you dont already is I dont tend to sugar coat things or make myself out to be something Im not. I feel thatd be decieving ya'll. So with that being said, this week has been rough. By the end of last... like Sat night I was basically burnt out. Tex and I were up late and I found myself saying, "Man, I just want to be ALONE! ALL ALONE I Need to BUST OUTTA HERE!!" Of course I said this in my head. But I wanted breakfast alone. Me being the only one who can drive a base vehicle I felt like breakfast before church alone would be nice. But I knew that Tex and possibly others were feeling the same way and I couldnt neglect them. So, we made plans to go out to breakfast. And barely just got there! lol It was good, Brenna from home was with us, Celia, Matt and Tex all went out before church and just enjoyed eachother. It was really nice. But if Id known thats where the fun was gonna end Id soaked it all in that much deeper.
   Im not going to share details. I dont believe its fair. But know that this week hasnt been the best, easiest, or even remotely close to not being the worse week here. A lot has happened and I even debated on not writing until next week in hopes that things would turn around and I could give you all the GLORY REMARKABLE things he did ONCE IT WAS OVER! One thing I realized is that we do that FAR too often. We pull through hard situations that noone knows we are going through all by ourselves and then once we are out of that situation share with everyone and praise god. We are called to be a body DURING hard times, not only after. We tend to only show the hunky dory days once the storms gone by. Ive done this most my life, afraid to say, "Hey I need your help." Biblically thats wrong. So friends, I need some prayer for wisdom and a softened heart.
   Johnny Buckner was our speaker this week. A teacher who is 100% lead by the spirit. Its crazy! He was such a blessing to have around! I can honestly say without him whats happening right now would be MUCH harder and MUCH more unlikely to heal or be resolved. But his love is strong and perfect so he gave us Johnny! :) Guy is amazing. I truly cherish his heart!
  With all that being said Im hoping to have all my work done tonight so that way I can just soak up time with Him tomorrow and have massive revelation on how to flip the worst week here to being the best week yet that follows. :) Say a prayer or two for me? :)

 Love ya'll!

Thanks For letting me be real!
Krista June