wanted

There has been an issue on my heart lately that I feel the need to share.. I do know I am not an expert but think I have the experience necessary to hold the right to speak on this topic. Yep you probably guessed it: singleness.

We have all heard it..

"Live your life first, you have forever to be married.."

"DON'T settle, its better to be alone than with the wrong person.."

"God is not ready to share you yet.."

"He is out there somewhere.."

"You'll find him when you least expect it.."

and so on..


I could go on and on with all the views I have and all I feel would make a valid point but I am going to spare you the typical talk and share a little truth with a different perspective that I have been thinking about..

God never promised a soulmate. There, I said it. He never says he created everyone to have someone. Example: Paul. That is a big pill to swallow when all we really want is to be wanted..but it is the truth. And we shouldn't spend our time saying things that make us feel better for the moment when they hold little truth. So while the best efforts of encouragement from those who have never been in our shoes have the best intentions, do not allow yourself to have faith in words that are not clearly and wholly true.. because that sets you up for disappointment.

Should we pray for our potential future spouses? Yes, the Lord wants to hear from your lips the desires of your heart. That is about our relationship, faith, and trust in Him. And He already knows your hearts deepest desires of course, He longs to make those come true! IF they aline with His will, and if they don't my prayer is that I am so incredibly in love with Jesus my desires change to match His. Like, you guessed it, PAUL! He was perfectly okay. And believe it or not, we can be to.

Am I typing a Debbie Downer post, eh I can see how it may look that way but no. I long for my prince to come, I desire children, a family of my own. I have a prayer journal I started for him 6 years ago. But I feel it necessary to have an open mind to the possibility that may not happen. Because lets be real, a small percentage of people stay single forever right? Ok, thats a truth you can believe and that is comforting. So what if I (you) happen to be that small percentage? IT. IS. OK. If that happens to be our fate, or even just our current state, there are a few truths we can rely on-

-Everything God has planned for us is for our good, even our season of singleness, no matter how long it may be. USE IT.

-The Lord keeps things from us not for the sake of rejection but for our best interest, our protection. THANK HIM.

-We know God is good, wants the best for us, and we know He is sovereign so if He is not blessing us with a spouse, do we believe He has something greater?

All of that being said, I want to encourage you to live your life now no matter what age you are! Don't sit around, put life on pause, and wait for Prince Charming to waltz in. This season is beautifully free and has so much God given potentional to do amazing things for the Kingdom. Be cautious of your motive for a relationship. Do not let lonliness or butterflies for someone get you into a situation you never should be in.

The last point I want to make is we have to stop feeding these unbiblical truths to our youth. I know the intentions are well but the consequences are damaging. "Live your life first, you have forever to be married." There are so many things wrong with that statement. "God is not ready to share you yet." So does that mean He was ready to share all of the other people I graduated high school with? Also, He did create us for community and desires for us to invest in each other and He is sharing me.. "He is out there somewhere." Well, I hope so but maybe he isnt. And my favorite, "You'll find him when you least expect it." I did not get the memo I was supposed to be on a search for him..

My heart is pure in this blogs messy attempt to lay out what I believe God has shown me in my life and I hope will encourage you. It has made me fully enjoy the moment I have been given and take what God gives me as he gives. Not expecting more or something different because He always provides and He is always on time. I'm not perfect, but I have a firm foundation to stand on and grace when I fall.

Feed on truth.

Love, Mac :)

his rejection=His protection

Driving home from work after being stood up for dinner I felt myself sliding into a pit of pity. Not a huge one, just a baby one.. but baby ones are like quick sand and before you know it you've sank to what surely must be deaths door- so I avoid them at all costs! I assure you this was not a pit soley from one silly dinner plan that had fallen through. No friend, this goes back a long way -->

The main concept that confuses my entire being that sometimes I just can not find the strength to shake is: I will never understand how a parent can abandon a child. Period. I am surrounded with evidence of how a parents love surpasses all things yet it holds true that mine are not only unconcerned about my safety and well being but fail to care about any aspect of my life, much less rejoice in my victories or have pride in my endeavors. That is something that rocks the inner most part of your being. Something that is part of you, forever. I truly believe a lot of my issues come from my parents and the dysfuction associated with them. And its most times a daily struggle to not focus on that. Satan likes to keep that never too far from my line of vision. Two professional counselors tried to fix me- One just told me how right I was and the other didnt call me back.. dont call back the girl with abandoment and rejection issues. Way. To. Go. But that is my life. That is the hand I was dealt, the specific place The Lord picked for me so I have to own it. Let me tell you, a girl with daddy issues is a very delicate thing. Girls, boyfriends will come and go- you will live I promise, hold onto and appreciate your daddies. And then theres the Mama issues.. whew. Rejection will take you to places you never thought you'd go. Too young to realize it I craved attention and affection. Being surrounded daily by what family is supposed to look like, I longed for what parents are created to give their children. And still, thats a pit I have to look out for. Because I believe in every phase of life a girl needs her mama and daddy. That is a false reality for me that I just have to let go. I should have a sign "HANDLE WITH EXTREME CAUTION."

I always judged how I am coping with things with my outward self. If I have a day when I get up, go to work, go for a run, spend time with the Lord- I would say that I am doing well. Days when I cry uncontrollably or can't find a smile- I would say I'm not coping very well. Truth is, on the inside, the rejection never goes away. On my so called good or bad days. I don't know how to fix that. I only know how to choose to DO what is right not how to choose to FEEL what is good. And honestly some days I don't want to choose to be a productive hard working servant, I can only muster the strength to make it through the day. Other days I fight my flesh to choose what is good over its hunger for that attention and affection it never received.

So with much wisdom from Mama Dena and a whole lot of prayer I have at least figured out how to process feelings productively to function in everyday society pretty well on most days. I try not to let it make me hard hearted but that is a defense mechanism that sometimes gets the best of me. And although it is safe and protective I dont want to "miss out" I want to live BIG. I dont want to pull the victim card, I want to be an overcomer. I want to go beyond a follower of Jesus and be an active world changer. Well that day driving home from work, I didn't want to choose joy I just wanted to have a big ole pity party. With that being said the story of that day continues-->

Feeling lonely, sorry for myself, overwhelmed with no place I fit in life or with people, longing for just one person to be mine.. whatever the reasons it was a pit, a place that is much too familiar to me. I am not proud of familiarity with the joy stealing, energy draining, lie whispering, terror of a place but being a veteran and victor of it, I am much more prepared to be on the lookout for hazards that may make me fall in and am equipped with the tools necessary to climb out if one swallows me up. So, as I drove home that day slipping inch by inch I found a foot hole that was carved last time I was there. I prayed loud and honestly- spilling out every thought and feeling- even the ones I was ashamed to think or feel. Now I know my pitiful heart isn't a life or death matter but the Lord cares for it as if it is.

I spoke aloud telling the Maker of my soul of my anger, bitterness, and frustration. How old wounds hurt and how life isn't fair. How I can't understand anything anymore and the purpose we place on life here seems eternally pointless! I told the Keeper of my heart how I felt worthless. Yes worthless, a battle I fight most days but that day it was winning. I want to be noticed, wanted, and pursued. I cried out to my Father to fix the mess I was and love on me. I want to feel BEAUTIFUL. I want to be LOVED. I want to MATTER. I want to be IMPORTANT. I want to make a DIFFERENCE. I want to be NEEDED. I want to be USEFUL and have PURPOSE. I am sick of feeling like an option and inconvenince. I want to be someones PRIORITY! I am tired of being INVISIBLE! I want to be able to be weak and vulnerable with someone to hold me up.. someone who won't forsake me. I want someone to be able to love me and I want to be able to let them. I want my Savior to come take me away from this world that has nothing to offer but pain and suffering and heartache.

After exhaling my rant/plea/surrender to God I turned on the radio and not wanting to listen to KLOVE- out of rebellion I suppose- I turned it to a country station. And wouldn't you know it the song "invisible" was on. Lyrics---> "And you're not invisible, hear me out there's so much more to life than what you're feeling now.. Someday you'll look back on all these days and all this pain is gonna be invisible." It still baffles me why I get shocked when The Lord speaks to me so clearly when I ask Him to reveal Himself to me. Never would I have thought He would use Hunter Hayes to get a point across to me but hey it worked! I wish I could say that all of my insecurity, lonliness, confusion, and heartache went away at that very moment. It didn't.. I still longed for Him to come scoop me up and take me away. I still desired a God sent tangible person to be only mine. But, I did understand in that moment how through all of those feelings God has not forsaken me and how much I mean to Him. He is near to the brokenhearted and comforts those whose spirits are crushed. So I laughed a little, smiled some, all while I continued to cry. I was so evidently comforted by my caring gracious Father. And I thanked Him.

He told me so many truths through those lyrics and His presence. I didn't feel His tone was disappoinment, angry, or upset that I would have the audacity to question the worth of His masterpiece.. instead I felt He was delighted I came to Him in honest abandon without holding back or hiding and put them where they belong- at the foot of He who is able. Able to mend broken pieces and make something beautiful. And I felt He was burdended for me that I was too weak to fight the enemy. So as any good father would, and since He is the BEST, He told me how He loves me more than I can imagine. He encouraged me to have endurance, this life He placed me in and its pain is temporary and one day I will be with Him. There is purpose. He reminded me I don't have to feel worth anything to be worth something because He created my worth and I am far more precious than rubies. Our hearts are decietful and ever changing but His truth is constant, that is what we should base our beliefs on. He showed me how he provided "PLAN B" complete with parents and two boys who love me dearly. He told me it doesn't matter how important, needed, useful, noticed, pursured, or wanted I feel on earth I am treasured and chosen to Him. Circumstances do not define me. He thinks I am beautiful. I am His priority. And that should always be sufficient for me. Then He whispered.. You, dear child, can be vulnerable with me. You can be weak with me. For when you are weak, I am strong. Take heart I have overcome the world.

Then this scripture came to mind "We were under great pressure- far beyond the ability to endure- so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead." 2 Cor. 1:8-9. We reach our breaking points to remind us we need Him. To make us rely on Him for our physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being. I apparently need the reminder quite often, you'd think I would remember..

I have a huge heart for orphaned children. I can relate so much to the way they are feeling, the path they have walked.. And I completely understand when they turn out the way they do. You know those times people gasp and say "oh my, I can't believe they would do that"- I can. I get it. There is so much opportunity for them to choose the road well traveled from the example set by the ones who abandoned them. With no guidance, encouragement, or support (like any good parent would) the fight to come out of that situation and be able to function in daily life and make something out of themselves is a struggle. I am not saying it isn't possible but I am saying that child will have a lifetime of emotional, spiritual, and physical hurdles to jump over in order to succeed. They will have earned every step along the way and built character like no other. It will be a daily choice to not let their circumstances define them. Some days that battle is just too much and one day, one bad decision, is all it takes to ruin the rest of their life. I get it. So when children from broken families become the statistic of teen parents or join the homeless population, with every fiber of my being I understand how difficult it is to overcome that pattern and leave a different legacy.

I think girls can compare their earthly dad to their Heavenly Father. As my comparison would not be very accurate, The Lord has taught me so much over the years about his role as a father to me. He cares for my safety when I am driving in bad weather.. He rejoices with pride when I make a dream come true.. He loves me the same even on my worst days.. He provides everything I need and tells me no when its best for me.. He is what has completely saved me from myself and grown me into His servant. Without Him, I would be another number in a diagram somewhere proving children from broken homes are on a road to nowhere.

Today, I'm thankful in my spirit and peaceful in my heart with the knowledge my God is working all things together for the good of those who love Him -Romans 8:28. I leave you with this little piece of encouragement: "the reason some people have turned against you and walked away from you without reason, has nothing to do with you. It is because I have removed them from your life because they cannot go where I am taking you next. They will only hinder you in your next level because they have already served their purpose in your life. Let them go and keep moving. Greater is coming." says the Lord.

Much love and blessings,

MAC

Beauty from Ashes

I may not have had a smooth raising or have a typical life.. I may be full of flaws and imperfections- scars from growing up too early in an environment of little to no supervision, guidance, or example. A place of despair, rejection, abandonment, and having a picture seared into my memory of how little I was worth to people who were created to love me unconditionally and forever. We all have our baggage, we all have our story.. and mine has pushed me to become who I am today and defined how fiercly and passionately I pursue the Lord.  I am smart but I can't explain it, I am faithful and I can't comprehend it, I am older but I can't out grow it, I travel the world but I can't escape it, I am strong but I can't overcome it... WITHOUT the mighty miracles of my Deliverer. I do not tell you this for pity or for self righteousness, I tell you this because the same God that loves me through my brokeness and fault and fights for me is the same God that longs to be the personal Lover of your soul. And I tell you this because I have been there. Yes there, in the rock bottom hole of desperation where you think there is no hope. Let me tell you friends, there is Hope. So just like I held on for dear life to every truth He promised me in the pit of despair, I will hold tighter still. My walk is a daily choice and things are not always good.. But my God is. I continue to battle the enemy but I know who holds the key to victory.

Every aspect of my life has been used to break my hard headed and hard hearted self to the point of physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual exhaustion so that I would learn to rest my broken heart in the hands of the One who ever so carefully created it and soley rely on the One who will never disappoint, reject, hurt, or forsake us.  Sometimes I wonder if God didn't let me walk through the fire would I know He was my protector? If He didn't allow me to stumble through the valley would I know that He can carry me up the mountain? If He didn't place me in circumstaces where the absolute only constant was His commitment to love me would I understand His promises and how real they are? I don't have the answer to these questions but I do know that The Lord created in me a strong willed stubborn soul with a fire and fight that even a mother has trouble handling. So, although that will of steel and fiesty soul of mine have been my saving grace in situations I didn't ask to be in, it most likely and sadly would have prohibited me from learning the characteristics of my Almighty Father without being put in the middle of my own worst nightmare and having no where else to turn but to the One who is Able. As much as the pain from old wounds still haunts me and fresh ones are made more often than I feel necessary, I am thankful to be constantly reminded I am not in control and how I could never survive without my Redeemer. I am grateful to The Lord for revealing Himself to me in new ways every time I need it. I am in awe of His patience and how much He tells me I am worth. I have learned and grown leaps and bounds in my 24 years of life and know that journey continues until we reach our Heavenly destination but I will continue to keep my eye on a higher purpose and live loud for His name.

I am blessed beyond anything a wretch like me deserves. The Lord has provided me with a family who love and adore me even though I am not their own, circumstances that show me without a shadow of a doubt that there is a God who loves me unconditionally and is ALWAYS sufficient for any and every need I have, and grace beyond measure for the times my lack of feeling adequate enough takes me to the middle of decisons I should never be in. I stand amazed by the protection of His hand over me since birth. The unchanging Savior that held His healing hands around that tiny premature miracle is the same sovereign King who cares for every hair on my head and desire in my heart. Through all the chaos, dysfuction, and messiness I have endured- Jesus Christ has been the only constant, the only Truth. My rock, my motivator. I realize that I could have easily turned the other direction and been on a completely different path in the blink of an eye but the fight instilled in me and the grace of the good Lord above would not allow the easy way out. So yes, I have been there.. And I am still there sometimes.. in the pit that is. But  circumstances should not define my relationship with my Almighty Father, instead my realationship with Him should define my reaction to circumstances and I am learning how to live that.

So, here I am.. assuring myself daily of the worth I have in God's truth, battling the enemy with the sword- the Word of God. Despite the silent whispers in the actions of those close unintentionally planting lies in my ear of how little I matter and how little I deserve. I find my worth in the Father who carefully placed every freckle on my face. Some people have asked me after all that I have been through how in the world am I so grounded in my faith. My response is 'How can I NOT be?' After His sacrifice how can I not let Him use everything He made me to be to the fullness for His glory? After His faithfulness and protection how can I not be fully devoted to His plan for my life? How can I settle for anything less than what The Lord tells me I deserve no matter what my feelings say when He wants so much to shower me with blessings? After He has shown me His love has no limit how can I not with wreckless abandon tell everyone I meet how much He loves them? I really can not fathom any circumstance leading anywhere else but to the foot of the throne of the Author of life. Whether well fed or hungry, whether in plenty or in want, whether spoiled with every unnecessary gadget we can imagine before we even have a chance to desire it or being so deprived of lifes necessities that you can see deaths door- all of these  are made to point you to the need your soul has for a relationship with our Maker. That opportunity to grow in Him in the middle of trials or in the middle of joy is not an option- it is THE option. The straight and narrow sometimes gets just that- straight and narrow, with not a lot of traffic it seems.. and I am human so yes I get lonely.. But I am reminded of an old hymn that says "though none go with me I still will follow" and I know that complete surrender to my Savior is the only way I can live my life. When I'm lonely- I confide in Him, for He cares for me. When I'm sad, disappointed, or hurt- I cry out to Him, He holds me close and assures me of His promises. When I'm confused, lost, or scared- He takes my hand and leads me. When I mess up- He covers me with grace. I can not explain enough how ALL sufficient he is for any and every need and how no one can fill His place in your life.

Well, after pouring a piece of my heart out there I have to admit the transition home has been rough. It is hard to live with this perspective being surrounded by people without it. I received a priceless message from a ship friend that put the feelings in my heart into words without even knowing it because she was describing her struggle to fit in back home as well. Pieces of her message and pieces of my heart: Everything here felt so empty and pointless because they just seemed so insignificant compared to Africa. I couldn't really care if the other day somebody offended you in the pew next to you. (at least they had a pew to sit in) It all just felt ridiculous that this seems to be what ministry is about here. When over there it's life and death. Devastated people everywhere. I felt Him everywhere in Africa. But I just wasn't feeling Him here. BUT..I KNEW He was/is still here even if I couldn't feel Him. So I cried out to Him every night as I wept. I begged Him to not leave me here alone. To show me my purpose. To hold onto me TIGHT. He taught me that LOVE CONDESCENDS. What people here feel is SUPER important to them, so because these are the issues THEY face, I WILL care about them. Even though they may not be life or death, or hault-the-universe-important... They will be important to me. Because my broken heart, in it's pitiful state- is not life or death to the universe either. God knows that, yet He bottles every tear. His heart breaks with mine. WHY? It's not VITAL? It's just a silly girl with a broken heart! Because the God of the universe has chosen to CONDESCEND HIS LOVE. To me. Don't try to find it in yourself to care about the issues people at home care about... Find it in Him. Those honest words pierced my soul, it truly was like she saw into my heart and put it on a page. He IS here in Texas and he IS in Africa and the people all over the world- whether in plenty or in want NEED Him. They need Him just like I do to take the next breath some days and on others to give an extra portion of grace to a neighbor. It might be more of a struggle for me to live here in excess than it is for me to live with the basic needs for life, but the same God who moved mountains on the coast of a land far away in the same God who is standing beside me here and sees my every need. So the saying stands- When you can't see His hand, trust His heart.

As I enter my 25th year of life, my prayer is that I would experience my God in ways I never have. That I would be whole heartedly obedient and allow Him to use me in ways beyond my comprehension. That I would grow in my faith more that ever. That I would seek opportunity to invest in causes I'm passionate about and love on people that need it. And that I would never forget I'm a daughter to the Heavenly Father a Princess to the King of kings.

Lots of love and blessings-

MAC

"I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters says the Lord Almighty." 2 Cor. 2:18

Fly with Jesus

Happy New Year! I feel that I am on the edge of a mountain with Jesus and I just want to fly with Him. And I want to give everyone the opportunity to experience Him in all His glory! Since I made the decision to stay my full service, My biggest prayer was asking that the Lord use me to the fullness of the potential and purpose He created me for- all for His glory, not to waste a moment of opportunity that has been entrusted to me, to have a heart wide open to the spirits guidance, and to embrace every drop of His majesty He created for me to enjoy. With complete control- The Lord has moved mountains! I have led bible study, went on outreaches to orphanages, spoken in church, prayed patients wounds healed- pain away- and teeth out, taught arts and crafts, shared scripture with them, loved until it hurt, and so much more!

The Lord has been so sweet to me. To show Himself to me in a way I didn't know possible. I have learned to see His beauty through new eyes. I can't help but smile as I feel the essence of His presence all around me when I hold His children close and shower them with prayer. And even on hard days, I rejoice in the promise of His nearness when anything familiar feels ages away. Things that have stood out to me lately all have the same theme word: confidence. I see confidence bursting in patients here as they realize they are worth more than gold to a Father who placed every hair on their head. I see confidence shining in the crew as they branch out to take mercy to a new level each day making it possible for more and more children to experience the love of Jesus. And I feel confidence growing inside myself as I stand firm on the foundation of my faith and take action as the opportunity arises to give the lost a chance to know how great is my God.


Two of my dear friends that arrived the same time I did left the ship last week as their service ended here. There is a special bond with the people you arrive with, it was a heartbreaking goodbye but I am forever changed by their beautiful hearts and they hold a very special place in mine. I am thankful the Lord divinely placed us here together. After they departed, that only left 2 of us that arrived together. An older man I call grandpa and myself. He is so stinking precious to me. We make it a point go out of our way to see each other at least once a day and he makes sure to take care of me. "Be careful and mind your manners" he will say when I leave the ship, or "here take this rain jacket just in case and you better put on sunscreen more than once!" This dear grandpa of mine is not a Christian and I want with my whole soul to give Him the Jesus that loves him so much! We have had several conversations but I am always careful to be sensitive to his feelings because I don't want him to write me off like the "ones who talk down to him" as he says. Just the other day he told me with tear-filled eyes, "McCall, we may not agree on some things but I truly respect your devotion to what you believe so strongly and I just think you are amazing, I am really going to miss you." We exchanged email addresses and even discussed his future travel plans when he may be passing through Texas. I am confident my Lord has graciously used me to plant seeds in my sweet grandpa's life and I am thrilled to continue this relationship.

A crew member arrived last week that I happen to be working with and he is not Christian. Our first conversation was a little awkward but I left it with confidence. It went a little something like this:

Man: "Hi, my name is ____, what is your name?"

Me: "Hi! I'm McCall, its like the last name but its my first name.. Nice to meet you!"

Man: "Nice to meet you to, where are you from?"

Me: "I'm from Texas, where are you from? Have you done missions before?"

Man: "Im from Norway.. umm.. (awkward pause).. no......"

Me: "OH HOW EXCITING! You are going to LOVE it! I am so glad you are here! What brings you here?"

Man: "I am here for humanitarian reasons, I am not religious."

Me: "oh, ok. (awkward smile)" (I was thinking- actually, God sent you here)

Man: "what brings you here?"

Me: (really big awkward smile) "welllllll... Jesus brought me here."

Man: (smiling respectfully) "yes, that is nice."

He is an intelligent kind man and we work very well together. He told me the other day that I was a very good nurse and he was impressed with my character, willingness, leadership, and compassion. I had the opportunity to inform him that those qualities come from a God much bigger than I. I had no idea he was observing my daily walk, my reaction in hard situations, and my interaction with patients. You really never know who you are ministering to so it is so important to be joyful and it is so important to be confident in your walk of faith.


I want to introduce you to Rovele. When he came here 3+ months ago, the shy teenager wore a scarf over his face to hide the place a flesh devouring disease that stole his confidence. He had not attended school since he has acquired this problem. He had been an outcast for who knows how long and when he walked up the gangway into this safe haven he had no joy. He would spend the next several months going through numerous surgeries, set backs from infection and skin grafts that were too stubborn to heal, and emotional turmoil. Nurses, doctors, surgeons, and countless caregivers spent hours upon hours investing in him. We didn't just treat his wounds, we treated his soul. We didn't just administer medication, we ministered with prayer. After dozens of connect four games, craft sessions, high fives, English lessons, and more love than can be explained, we have watched Rovele evolve from a frightened joyless boy into a confident joyful child of God. His smile beams from ear to ear, his laughter fills the room, and his jokes were played on every nurse at least once.. I've seen him dance, mentor new patients, and befriend the lonely. I see a sparkle in his eye that was far gone when he arrived here and that only God can create. Rovele left the ship last week, he is healed and it was time to return home. He was sad to leave and anxious about what may lie ahead of him. He wanted to keep his dressing that covered his face. So with a bittersweet goodbye, we prayed him up and he told us how thankful he was for what all the Lord has done. That day as Rovele walked down the gangway into the uknown, we were all there to send him off and with prayer, hugs, and love. He left without his dressing covering his face, that sparkle in his eye, and his head held high with confidence.  A piece of our heart left with him and I know he will carry it with him forever, and so will we.

I can not believe I will enter my final week aboard the Africa Mercy next week. Praying for a week filled with more mighty miracles, I am confident the Lord with provide. I will see you all soon, Texas :)

For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in

you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. Phil 1:6

This is the confidence which we have before Him, that, if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. 1 John 5:14


In the fear of the LORD there is strong confidence, And his children will have refuge. Prov 14:26

For the LORD will be your confidence And will keep your foot from being caught. Prov 3:26


Blessings from Africa and LOTS OF LOVE!

MAC