My desire is to work for Jesus. To do the things He did when He walked here on earth. I long to comfort the outcasts and befriend the unlovable. I hunger and thirst for His word, and for it to reach the ends of the earth.   I look forward to suffering for the sake of the Good news and for Jesus Christ, for it is a privilege, although i am unworthy.

My God has burdened me with so much compassion that i cannot bear to close my eyes and not see the need of the least of these. I cannot just pass them by and not offer them a food to eat, or water to drink. Many times i have done that, and i knew i had not lived the way God would want me to live.

I cannot with hold my help, for whatever i think i own is really not mine. All of these things i have are from the father, freely given to me in order for me to give it back to Him. I cannot stand the thought that i have clothes i can choose from , while others have none at all, while others make themselves comfortable with shirts that have holes in them.

I cannot enjoy my freedom knowing that i can do something for someone to achieve their freedom in Jesus Christ. I am restless because i know that while i praise & worship at our Church, others look for the darkest and most hidden place they could use just to gather and read the Word of the Lord most high.

I believe i am being called to step out of all the comforts that i have known. I believe i am called to serve Jesus Christ with all the hours i've got, till the day i die and meet Him face to face. Knowing that this path would be difficult, i entrust all my hopes, my days, and my heart unto the ever loving God who is in control over all corners of my  life.