you know it's been a while when you can't even remember your blog password. whoops. how have things have changed since my last blogs... but what hasn't changed is that the Lord is the same. He keeps moving and working in my life, and throughout the world.
I watched a few days ago on September 11th as the news was filled with the stories of Egyptians shouting, "Obama, Obama, there are still a billion Osamas" and Libya killed our ambassor and soem Navy seals. and as Iran gets increasingly more crazy.
How sadly deceived they are. Won't someone go and tell them about JC? my heart is heavy for them. especially my Egyptians. Because i know they are right. there are many osamas. people who will give their lives for a lie. simply because no one is brave enough to tell them the truth.
except for some... and these are my heroes.
C was on my team. there were 12 of us. a week ago she was killed. stabbed to death by a 16 year old boy. she lived over 20 years over there. giving her life to tell them the truth. we will miss her. i remember eating thanksgiving in her house. and sponsoring a football game in her city (yes, i actually had an american football game happen there!). many of her students came to participate. we know where she is. but what about the kid? asking for dreams of J for him. dreams of torment, grace, and forgiveness. weird i know. but those things keep me up at night. forgiveness. forgive him. and hope he believes.
D and B are my heroes. wow. they have played such a huge impact on my life. from the time B was my soccer team's physical trainer in high school! little did i know how much they would mean to me and play in my walk. they are my heroes. they have two darling kids and have lived in a VERY remote place for the past 5 years. they were just recently evacuated do to t3rrorists threats brought on by al qu3da. talking it over with D and crying. i know what it's like not to get the chance to say good bye. but not to the scale she does. can't imagine how hard it was and must still be. but the crazy thing is, they are going back. not to that exact place obviously as they were pulled out in the nick of time. but might as well. i love how they listen and walk JC among such a people in such a place.
and there is J. She discipled me while I lived in Egypt. my role model. she's in a country now, that her heart so desperately loves. i love her for it. i want her passion and her heart. i hope i'm her one day. i love that she never gives up. ever.
I watched a few days ago on September 11th as the news was filled with the stories of Egyptians shouting, "Obama, Obama, there are still a billion Osamas" and Libya killed our ambassor and soem Navy seals. and as Iran gets increasingly more crazy.
How sadly deceived they are. Won't someone go and tell them about JC? my heart is heavy for them. especially my Egyptians. Because i know they are right. there are many osamas. people who will give their lives for a lie. simply because no one is brave enough to tell them the truth.
except for some... and these are my heroes.
C was on my team. there were 12 of us. a week ago she was killed. stabbed to death by a 16 year old boy. she lived over 20 years over there. giving her life to tell them the truth. we will miss her. i remember eating thanksgiving in her house. and sponsoring a football game in her city (yes, i actually had an american football game happen there!). many of her students came to participate. we know where she is. but what about the kid? asking for dreams of J for him. dreams of torment, grace, and forgiveness. weird i know. but those things keep me up at night. forgiveness. forgive him. and hope he believes.
D and B are my heroes. wow. they have played such a huge impact on my life. from the time B was my soccer team's physical trainer in high school! little did i know how much they would mean to me and play in my walk. they are my heroes. they have two darling kids and have lived in a VERY remote place for the past 5 years. they were just recently evacuated do to t3rrorists threats brought on by al qu3da. talking it over with D and crying. i know what it's like not to get the chance to say good bye. but not to the scale she does. can't imagine how hard it was and must still be. but the crazy thing is, they are going back. not to that exact place obviously as they were pulled out in the nick of time. but might as well. i love how they listen and walk JC among such a people in such a place.
and there is J. She discipled me while I lived in Egypt. my role model. she's in a country now, that her heart so desperately loves. i love her for it. i want her passion and her heart. i hope i'm her one day. i love that she never gives up. ever.
