 
Hey family (; I know this post is on the longer side, but I really encourage you to read through it (and I promise it won't be boring!).
Early this morning (I wrote this on the 10th), as I was having my devotion, I started to pray. I had been praying for maybe fifteenish minutes when my back started hurting, and so I lay down and continued to pray. Yea…I don't recommend doing this. My bed felt especially comfy today and before I knew it, I was sound asleep… But as I was sleeping, I had this dream: Me and two of my friends are inside my church, minding our own business and that stuff when suddenly someone comes running to us, yelling at me to hide because a mob was coming to get me specifically. Frantic, we race into a lil corner that was somewhat sealed off from the hallway, where they are coming. My heart's racing fast as I hear the yells and the footsteps coming closer. "What do we do, what to we do?" I ask my two friends. "Here, take this straw and cup - " orders the older of my friends. "And dig into that wall right there. We'll crawl in and be safe."
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 Dear Father ~
Nine days ago, I went on a one-day missions’ trip with Unity4Orphans. Father, it was so eye-opening and heartbreaking. It’s crazy that in my little world, I’m constantly complaining about what I have or don’t have, wishing for more cute clothes, more food – more anything, basically – when those kids over at the orphanage have nothing. They’ve lost their families, their parents, and they live solely on faith, trusting that You will provide for them each day. The kids there get so little attention and so little love – not that those in charge aren’t loving them, but that they ratio of adults to kids is so imbalanced. Over here, I’m thriving, so much so that I’ve lost track of what’s truly important. I get so caught up in pleasing the world, pleasing the guys – when all these kids want is to be heard and loved!! People visit them maybe a few times a month, but what about the other days? How do they keep on going, keep on pushing through, when every day is a battle in itself? |
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