My family has an inside joke that stems from my Grandma. She likes to end every conversation with "goodbye, my blessing" or "love you, blessing". We like to poke fun of that whenever we are around each other-and because you have no idea what I'm talking about, it's not that funny to you. But it's hilarious to us. Lately I've found myself becoming my Grandma. Blessing has somehow wedged it's cheesy little face into my top 10 words used.
Throughout this journey I have found myself having days where I am in complete and udder fear of what next year will look like and other days where I'm ready to jump on a plane at that moment. Yesterday was neither of those. Yesterday was a day where I could hardly contain my Hover Damn of tears and eventually had to release them. Yesterday was a day where all I could do was sit in my car and cry out to God in thankfulness for his limitless blessings he has poured out on me.
As of yesterday I have officially become fully funded in monthly support. (I still have just over $6,000 to raise before I leave).
You may sit there and say-yeah yeah yeah, big deal. But here's the kicker. I have yet to send out a support letter. I have it written and saved on my computer but I haven't printed a single one out. I have simply just sat down with people and shared my story and shared how God is working.
Last night I went to a young adults/college group with my roommate. At the end of the message the pastor said, "Jesus is not the reason for this season, you are." It took a minute for me to fully grasp that concept. But now that I have-I couldn't agree more. Jesus came for us. To bless us.
I love this "season" of my life. Both literally and theologically. And I am so glad I am the reason for this season-God is truly my blessing.
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