dry bones.

Sitting here in my bed browsing Pinterest, a cup of piping hot Jarabacoa coffee in hand, I'm starting my day from a broken place. I have neglected to blog, mostly because I have been going through a season of confusion and disappointment. The life that I have chosen is not easy, and the past few months have been a huge reminder of that. All that said, I am still alive and okay! We're still in the school loving on kids and living life with these people, and God is here, but man... this has been a rough patch. And some days all that gets me out of bed are the Lord's promises to me of redemption. He makes all things new and I still believe that. But personally and circumstantially... this is hard.

 "let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice." psalm 51:8

My prayer has been that the Lord would somehow revive me like He brought the dry bones to life in Ezekiel. I feel chewed up and spit out; empty and broken. And I tell you this so that you can pray for me to somehow step into the more that God has for me... because there's got to be more. My heart beats for this place and what this place needs is a miracle. It needs the Holy Spirit speaking to hearts in ways that only He can. It needs things that I could never think up or imagine on my own.

I don't want to depress or cause anyone to worry. I only want, if you would, for people to pray for a breath of life to come this way.

"And you shall know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves, and raise you from your graves, O my people. And I will put my Spirit within you, and you shall live..."  Ezekiel 37:13-14