I'm sitting in a Chinese restaurant in Denver Colorado. This is my first time to be alone in two weeks. All day I couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted so badly to have alone time so that I could sit and write in my journal about all of my complaints. When I got here and finally was able to sit down, breathe and think to myself, I ran into some what of an issue. I couldn't think of anything to say. I couldn't come up with the words to write for all of my complaints. This is my first time alone in two weeks, surly I should have something to say? That's when I actually realized that the first time alone in two weeks means first alone time with JESUS in two weeks.
God has chosen to send these feet into a school full of children and culture. The Denver Place Bridge Academy is a K through 12th grade public school for refugee children. Over forty countries and sixty languages are represented at this school. That is a lot of feet. My feet have been chosen to work in a kindergarten class, as I will be teaching English. My prayer is that my feet will cease to be just dirty, smelly feet. My prayer is that my feet will be called beautiful. My prayer is that I will be able to preach the good news in this school that my feet and I have been sent to.
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