The Rhythm of My Heart

Last night Ryan and I, along with Michael and Suzanne G, attended a concert by the African Children's Choir in Bloomington. I was mesmerized by their talent and by their smiles. They danced and sang for two hours, some in their native languages and some in English. The first time I heard of the choir was through Lysa TerKeurst at Hearts at Home. She actually adopted two of the boys from the choir. Their story is an amazing one. I couldn't believe the choir was going to be so close, so I jumped at the chance to see them.

My heart longs to call one of these children my own. I cannot explain the weight that lays on my heart as I wait to provide a family to a child that has none. I will be in Ethiopia in 35 days with Suzanne and 12 great LCC students. I am hopeful that God's love for these forgotten children will be shown through us. Many have asked how I am going to leave the children there and come home. I don't know the answer to that, but I know that I have to DO something! I can no longer sit idly by, my hands must be put to God's service.

^{Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send Me!" Isaiah 6:8}

Let it Be

So, how do people do this, write these blogs?! No one even knows this blog exists, and I still have extreme anxiety over what I write in this space. What if I don't make sense; what if I sound superficial or the complete opposite of intelligent; how will I do with my grammar? I guess that my first step will just be to share these fears. I have many more, but I am sure that you have already gotten the idea. It is time for me to let go of this. So, I will be on here, letting it go.

A Beginning

I decided it was time to put my fingers to the keys, so here I am. I must admit that I struggle with finding confidence in my voice, which may sound surprising coming from the speech professor. So, it is time to just put it out there and find strength in just letting it flow.