A Step.

This week I took the greatest and hardest step in faith in my 21 years.

A step that has made me question.

A step that has made me pray harder.

A step that has scared me beyond words.

A step that I am still taking..

A step that has had many hard good-byes.

A step that has my families life upside down.

A step that I believe I KNOW I will never regret.

A step that was totally for MY God and His glory.

A step that makes me stand in AWE of MY God.

Two Peruvian experiences:

first time in a taxi

Dinner first night



anger and compassion

      

  

  

I am angry. I am confused.

I don't understand. I don't want to understand. 

I have looked to our government.

I have looked to my church.

I have looked to my dad..

I have looked to MY Savior, Lord, God, MY EVERYTHING.

SO WHY?

Why are there people that live on less then the cost of a bottle of water. ONE bottle of water. I have 30+ bottles of water in my refrigerator.

THIRTY families could live off of a bottom draw in my refrigerator.

2.1 billion people, live on less than $2 a day. Of these people, 880 million live on less than $1 a day.


Are we the rich man the Bible tells of?
Where is our compassion?
Is our compassion going to change their way of life?
Is there a difference between having compassion and changing a world?

when I see these pictures, I always think of how beauty can rise from ashes...

what does "to live simply" really look like?

  Peru has totally turned my world upside down and left me wondering how to go on living this middle class American life..

Walking into my big beautiful church just didn't seem right on the first Sunday back, when my heart wanted to be in a concrete walked, no AC, Peruvian church.

Filling my gas tank cost around $35 and my heart goes back to a truck that cost the same amount to give 40 families drinking water..

 Getting an email from my college about continuing my education did not compare in my heart to the next email I received from Stiver in Puetro Alegria..

Stiver(on the left)

I tell myself that going on a 10 day mission trip to Peru is enough, but my heart cries out for the other 355 days.

Alexis and I

I have figured out that since my EVERY thought and action takes my heart back to this simple third world country called Peru, I can no longer ignore the cries for help. Cries that I can not fully understand because of the language barrier.

So I am planning on leaving at the end of September to go to an immersion school in Peru. After learning Spanish I plan on seeing where the Lord can use me in Peru.