I Call it...

    ...Passion
    

      It’s weird for me to sit here and think back, back on my first trip, back to ’08, back to Mexico. That truly is what started it all. Mexico lead to Guatemala, which lead back to Mexico, which lead back to Guatemala and introduced AIM. It was one of my Guatemala leaders who pushed me to go to Swazi. and Swazi. that is leading to Kenya. And at the root of it all, is passion.

     Because God’s passion lead to me, and I in turn gained a passion for Him. That passion for Him turned to people, which turned to the world, which comes back to His will.

    It’s following His will that takes me to amazing places and allows me to be His hands and His feet.

    It’s passion that makes things happen. Passion is, in the end, the root of my life.

    It’s passion that has me sitting on my bedroom floor dreaming of Africa. Thinking about how wonderful it is to be pumbled, cuddled and climbed by children. Children with AIDS and TB, ring worm and scabies, malnourished and with worms, children thought to be “the least of these”. Children with blinding smiles and twinkling eyes, full of joy and eager to love and be loved. Children that have nothing earthly yet seem to have it all. They have Jesus, and passion for Him, full of more faith, joy, tears, and love than I could ever begin to convey. Yet it is that unexplainable passion that I so deeply desire! It’s the passion I have witnessed from those God has allowed me to ‘minister’ to that keeps me going, and their faith that has allowed me to have the attitude that the sickness I have come home with “could have been worse”.

     So it is passion that keeps me going back. Passion that allows me to desire to live in “radical” ways. Maybe it truly is a passion, and maybe it’s something bigger, more spiritual, maybe, it’s something more than I can imagine…