Winter in Montana can get so confusing. Its like the world can't decide on how a typical Winter season should be. Somedays its snowing like a blizzard, the drifts piling up six feet high, and on others days the clouds are pouring rain, flooding the fields. The latter is unfortunately most common. Its like Montana has shifted to the weather patterns of Oregon.
lol news of the weather most likely doesn't sound interesting. Let me switch it up. I was raised in Montana, moved to Alaska for two years, then Canada and finally Mexico for four years. My life has been ministry and helping the poor since I was nine. I've loved the life and now here I am back in Montana actually experiencing what its like to lead a normal life. Its nice but I get so restless. I'm so used to traveling most every two years that it feels weird to even just be staying in the same house so long.
Now I'm getting anxious to make a trip across seas to some place like Haiti. Imagine helping the poorest the of the poor. Feeding the orphans and even aiding in the Red Cross medical team. A place like Haiti that just got devastated, a place already suffering and struggling, to be knocked down and their little strength crippled just kills me. I know I could never help everyone but even just that one small child who lost his parents or that widowed mother with her babe penniless and hungry, or the stranger living on the street recently crippled by the catastrophe.
Maybe not now but one day I will go and do my share. Maybe not there but someplace I will reach out and stand in the middle of it all and share the Lord's love, facing death in its face and helping those struggling to survive. God loves them too and just because we're so far removed, in a country wealthy and prosperous, doesn't mean they don't need our help. Just because we can't see them doesn't mean their sufferings don't exist.
Imagine living on hope, witnessing pain and death, and struggling just to survive the next day. One day... if its not tomorrow.
lol news of the weather most likely doesn't sound interesting. Let me switch it up. I was raised in Montana, moved to Alaska for two years, then Canada and finally Mexico for four years. My life has been ministry and helping the poor since I was nine. I've loved the life and now here I am back in Montana actually experiencing what its like to lead a normal life. Its nice but I get so restless. I'm so used to traveling most every two years that it feels weird to even just be staying in the same house so long.
Now I'm getting anxious to make a trip across seas to some place like Haiti. Imagine helping the poorest the of the poor. Feeding the orphans and even aiding in the Red Cross medical team. A place like Haiti that just got devastated, a place already suffering and struggling, to be knocked down and their little strength crippled just kills me. I know I could never help everyone but even just that one small child who lost his parents or that widowed mother with her babe penniless and hungry, or the stranger living on the street recently crippled by the catastrophe.
Maybe not now but one day I will go and do my share. Maybe not there but someplace I will reach out and stand in the middle of it all and share the Lord's love, facing death in its face and helping those struggling to survive. God loves them too and just because we're so far removed, in a country wealthy and prosperous, doesn't mean they don't need our help. Just because we can't see them doesn't mean their sufferings don't exist.
Imagine living on hope, witnessing pain and death, and struggling just to survive the next day. One day... if its not tomorrow.
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