I received an e-mail from the RUF main office telling me that my support account is quickly depleting. If I do not raise $3000 within the next few weeks, I will be let go. The total amount needed to finish through the spring semester is $10,000.
Times are tough and people are scared of the economy. I'm scared too. I love my students and I want nothing more than to continue bringing the joy of the Gospel into their lives, just as it was brought into mine. I want to stay here. I'd even like to do a third year in this ministry, but I need to focus on completing this semester first.
Please pray that I would truly trust that God is at work in thia ministry whether He uses me or not. Pray that if it be His will, He would provide the funds necessary for me to complete this semester and next semester at KSU. Praise for the multitude of ways in which He has provoded thus far. Pray that He would give me guidance and wisdom in the decisions I will have to make in the coming months, especially if I cannot raise enough money.
Would you please consider supporting me financially or incresing your monthly support if possible? If you know of anyone who might be interested in supporting this ministry by supporting me, please refer them to me. Thank you!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
It Is Well With My Soul
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. (James 1:2-4)
This verse and many others like it have been on my heart and mind the past few days in light of the past few months. I feel like I am in a marathon hurdle race. Paul talks about living life as race at the beginning of Hebrews 12. Here has been my recent experience.
The first few miles I was able to jump hurdle after hurdle. The gentle breeze refreshing me. The crowd on the sidelines encouraging me.
Then, I started knocking them down as I tried to jump them. A bump here. A bruise there. Still going. Still bearable.
Not long after, I was tripping over them. Sometimes, you run and realize how out of shape you are. I was out of shape. I was tired and weary and defeated. I wasn't getting enough of the water Jesus was offering my soul (John 4:14). I was feeding off of the adrenaline of my body and the cheers from the sidelines, hoping that would be enough.
I stopped to take a breath or two. When the beating of my heart drowned out the noise and the aches of my body triumphed over the endorphines, I was left to contemplate my state.
I slowed to a walk and stepped over them one by one. I always found it difficult to "consider it pure joy" to go through trials. In a sense, we all find it difficult to swallow. I'm in the thick of it and I am joyful. All the physical obstacles seem smaller when we make God bigger. The Lord has reminded me of the sustenance He so graciously offers. He is teaching me to trust IN HIM ALONE...a lesson that I need to learn and re-learn everyday. I can deal with the aches and pains because "it is well with my soul."
I'm jogging again, still a little tired, but I am jogging again. Where I hurt, He comforts. When I am thirsty, His Word is my Water. When I am weary, His Voice is my motivation. When I am weak, He is my strength. When I feel I cannot run anymore, He carries me.
This verse and many others like it have been on my heart and mind the past few days in light of the past few months. I feel like I am in a marathon hurdle race. Paul talks about living life as race at the beginning of Hebrews 12. Here has been my recent experience.
The first few miles I was able to jump hurdle after hurdle. The gentle breeze refreshing me. The crowd on the sidelines encouraging me.
Then, I started knocking them down as I tried to jump them. A bump here. A bruise there. Still going. Still bearable.
Not long after, I was tripping over them. Sometimes, you run and realize how out of shape you are. I was out of shape. I was tired and weary and defeated. I wasn't getting enough of the water Jesus was offering my soul (John 4:14). I was feeding off of the adrenaline of my body and the cheers from the sidelines, hoping that would be enough.
I stopped to take a breath or two. When the beating of my heart drowned out the noise and the aches of my body triumphed over the endorphines, I was left to contemplate my state.
I slowed to a walk and stepped over them one by one. I always found it difficult to "consider it pure joy" to go through trials. In a sense, we all find it difficult to swallow. I'm in the thick of it and I am joyful. All the physical obstacles seem smaller when we make God bigger. The Lord has reminded me of the sustenance He so graciously offers. He is teaching me to trust IN HIM ALONE...a lesson that I need to learn and re-learn everyday. I can deal with the aches and pains because "it is well with my soul."
I'm jogging again, still a little tired, but I am jogging again. Where I hurt, He comforts. When I am thirsty, His Word is my Water. When I am weary, His Voice is my motivation. When I am weak, He is my strength. When I feel I cannot run anymore, He carries me.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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