To Live.

Its late here now. But only to kenyans. Its about 9pm which for most americans is right past second dinner time or an hour or so before a quick cookout run. Ben's already asleep, he fell asleep with his shoes on and no mosquito net. Instead of playing the mom role and tucking him in, ill wait about an hour then accidentally play some music loud enough to break his second REM cycle and save him from malaria, and foot fungus.
The last day at the resort Ben and i found ourselves sitting on the edge of one of the nearby resorts talking about our future plans and just what God has been doing in our lives. After talking through a boatload of scenarios we came to the conclusion that nothing would be cooler than being locked in a prison for serving the Lord. Who does that? Not saying i wanted to go harass an officer till i was thrown in jail but just that not very many people we are around are blessed enough to be actually persecuted and beaten for what they believe. I also think that its easier to know that your faith is alive if it has to bleed to stay that way. I guess im just excited to see that we have come to the point of following God so blindly that if it means the worst for us we would be ok with that. Of course when the true trial comes im sure i will regret even thinking that jail time in a foreign country would be cool, but by then ill be over my head in serving the Lord and the pain will only fuel my Love for serving God.
Tomorrow we will travel up the nearby hills/mtns to the tribes and stay there for a few days it should be interesting. Looking forward to telling you about it. Thanks for Thinking of us and your prayers. Now im going to go wake up ben.
Night.
-AV-
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In conclusion...

Here I am. Back in NC. I got to meet my beautiful new niece as soon as I stepped out of the terminal. Allyson (my sister) and Mom surprised me by bringing the girls to the airport. The first thing I saw was a poster that Caroline had made that read, "Welcome home Aunt Sissy." It was a nice, emotional reunion.


I have been more than well-received by my family and friends. I have taken hot showers and slept in a very comfortable bed. I have eaten Taco Bell (yessss), Mexican food, and LOTS of sweets because Africans are no good at sweets.


I hear this about 100 times a day: "How was Africa?"


A better questions is "How am I supposed to begin to answer that question?" I generally start to ramble about food, dirt, tribal warriors, and camels. It's inevitable that something get lost in translation. I got all 260 pictures developed today and purchased a photo album for them. But it's not the same. My words won't do this trip justice. My pictures don't even come close to demonstrating the beauty I saw in the people and environment that surrounded me. I am currently in the process of creating a presentation for my grandmother's Sunday School class and I literally feel like it would be an injustice to the people that I lived life with to show these few slides and tell a couple of stories. How do you put all of the wonderful things I saw and felt into a 15 minute Power Point presentation?


So in conclusion, I am somewhat settled back into my comfortable life. And I am so SO thankful to see my family and friends and hear about the happenings of their lives for the last few weeks. But the perspective that I gained hardly makes this transition an easy one. So bear with me, please, as I try to take the things that I learned and the glory God showed me and apply it to life here in NC. I want to continue to love on people the way that God calls us to, be it here in NC, in Kenya, or in some other country. Please, also hold me accountable to frivolous living that makes much of myself rather than bringing glory to God and loving others around me. Thanks to all of you for reading the L4L blog and for praying for the team. Continue to keep Ben, Andrew, and the people of Kenya in your prayers.


Erin Gamble
Uncomfortably Comfortable

Silas

The Number 7

       Rest. Its one thing that both Ben and I havn't had the chance to catch up on. We pretty much jumped out of school on a plane and hit the ground running in Africa and it has been awesome and totally God Breathed but now its rest time. Both of us were in the long haul to push ourselves to the max but even super heros take holidays. So we were invited by Wycliffe to their annual missions conference in Malindi Kenya and that is where we have been for the last 7 days soaking up the sun on the beach for half price. It has been such a blessing being able to see old faces and hang out with new ones. I enjoyed meeting and getting to know the team from the US that came to run the childrens program and the kids themselves. Heres some of the kids/students that stood out.
        Silas. Hes Got a mullet i got Dreads we automatically hit it off cool. German missionary kid who is by far bilingual especially when his sister bothers him in the middle of an intense game of water polo. In that way i was totally jealous of him. If you watch Tarzan then you pretty much have seen this kid. His parents are stationed in Nairobi. Look forward to seeing him in years to come.
       Andrew. Can swim but you would never know it. Has an extreme fascination with headbands. Wears goggles that are usually half full of water. Is the palest kid in his family. A head shorter than Silas.
       Josh. Junior is high school. Messed up his elbow last time i was here in 07' doing gymnastics on the beach. Defies the traditional missionary kid stereotype by being cooler than most of the kids in the states. Wears dark tan Crocks. Has a younger sister named Kendra who was one of my students last time and is growing up to be a young woman quickly.
       Its also been cool getting to hang out with Robin Rempel again and have conversations about end times. I went to kelifi today to see Nate the kenyan i hang out with a lot last time. He is going great.
      We are almost done here and then we will head back to the samburu hills where we will complete our trip by continuing to serve Stakwell and his ministry. Im looking forward to the time there. Please be praying for our time there and that we will be able to get the well fixed and workable. Also pray for Alison Gamble the Cofounder and logistics person. She is the sole reason this trip has been made possible. She had surgery on her gall bladder on wednesday and is having a hard time in recovery so pray that she will be healed. Thanks for reading.
-AV

      

Finding God in Uncertainty

The bombings in Uganda are truly heart breaking.  The possibility of what they signify for Uganda’s future is really scary.  I’ve been able to talk to a few people in Kampala and from what I’ve heard, the atmosphere completely changed within a few hours.  Uganda’s elections in February will be a big turning point for Uganda and could put Uganda back in a dangerous situation.  As I’m sitting here in so much uncertainty of the future for Love for the Sake of Love (both from these recent events and from other influences) I couldn’t be more certain of God’s calling for us to go and serve.  Whether we’re supposed to be in a different part of Africa or God wants us to help the needs of Uganda that may soon be bigger than ever before, I’m so ready to go.  It may be the hardest and most uncomfortable thing I ever do, but as I continue to grow closer to God each day my passion for the people of Africa also grows exponentially.

While I’m excited to go and would gladly jump on a plane today if someone handed me a ticket, I’m also very excited about the preparation time God has given me here.  That’s not something I’ve always been able to say as my heart and mind are usually focused on Africa.  I know there is SO much more that I need to learn and I’m thankful for the time God has given me to do so.  I can’t wait to continue to build up the stateside aspect of Love for the Sake of Love.  God has been reminding me lately that when we first started Love for the Sake of Love our vision was to bridge the gap between those willing to serve and the needs of the developing world.  If we want to do that, then we need to start getting people passionate about what God is doing and preparing them to go serve.  I don’t know what exactly this means yet, but I really envision having some kind of program in the future that will train people mentally, physically, and spiritually to go serve.  I’ve been told by so many people that being a missionary doesn’t start when you step off of the plane on the other side of the world; it starts way before that back at home.  We need to be serving God HERE and spreading the gospel HERE if we are serious about what we’re doing.  This is definitely easier said than done, but while I’m in the United States I want to be serving in the communities here and I want to get others involved in the process.  

I also feel like God is calling us to continue to raise funds and support and really devote our time to this in the next year.  It would be easy to wait until God reveals his plan to us so we could present our perfect 3-step plan to others and show them exactly what we’ll be doing, but God doesn’t work like that.  Honestly, it’s going to be really hard to go up to people and say “Hey, I’m not sure where we’re going, what we’ll really be doing, or how we’ll get it done, but somehow God’s going to pull it off and I would love your support along the way”, but that’s what God is calling us to do.  He doesn’t call us to sacrifice our lives once we know all of the conditions to what we’re agreeing to, He calls us to give up our lives and follow Him no matter what....and to trust that we don’t need to have all the answers right away, because He has them and that is all we need.  

This is what we’re going to try to do and I would love for all of you to be there praying for us and holding us accountable along the way.  I’m sure most of my professors would tell me that this is not the proper way to establish a business plan, but I think I’ll choose God’s plan instead of my own, because I know it is going to be so much greater than I could ever even imagine.  

Alison

Bombings in Uganda

As some of you may have heard in the news, there have been reports of bombings in Kampala, Uganda.  All of the Love for the Sake of Love team members are safe.  Andrew, Ben, and Erin are many miles away on the coast of Kenya.  Our fourth team member in Africa, Katrina Harris, who is working with the Watoto Baby Home is living in Kampala right now and was very close to the bombings.  Six of Katrina's friends from Alabama were at one of the places where the bombings occurred.  Although everyone around them was seriously injured or dead, they all walked away untouched.  Praise God!  They are still coping with a lot of the horrible stuff they saw.  Please pray for these six missionaries as well as the rest of Katrina's team in Kampala.  I just got an e-mail from Katrina saying that there are rumors going around that there was another blast about an hour ago.  Most of the Watoto's volunteers are safe back in the apartments or are on their way back now. 

If you would like to read more about the remarkable stories of some of Katrina's friends, go to http://www.foundationonrock.blogspot.com/ and http://catherine-uganda.blogspot.com/.

Alison

Last day in the Samburu Hills

We have arrived safely in Malindi. It’s different but equally beautiful here on the coast.  However, as I predicted, my heart is still in South Horr so I wanted to post about my last day working at the school. 

As I mentioned before, my service at South Horr Primary School seemed pretty miniscule. I developed a routine of walking to school with one of the teachers or, on occasion, Stakwell’s niece, Anita. Upon arriving, I would prepare the English and Math lessons for the Standard 8 students and use any remaining prep time to help mark papers or record grades for the other teachers. I would teach in the morning, use any free time to help the teachers, and return to camp at 12:30 to help Mary and Andrea cook and clean for the rest of the day. 

I loved the walk to school. At first it was overwhelming to hear the smaller children chanting, “Mzungui, Mzungui, Alllooooo!” It was also a little unnerving when kids would see me, stop, stare, and then encourage 4 or 5 friends to walk behind me for a bit. In time though, the children got used to seeing me and would just shout from a distance or smile and wave. I also loved walking into Class 8 each morning. It took a day or two for the students to become accustomed to the idea that an American was there for the sole purpose of teaching them. This is a first for South Horr Primary. However, after a couple of getting-to-know-you sessions and me learning all 42 names, the class and I formed a deep and real connection. The final walk to school and into the Standard 8 classroom seemed so familiar and comfortable that it was hard to believe that I wouldn't be returning the very next morning to continue my lessons. 

The last day, I taught one Math and one English lesson. I brought Ben along to photograph the staff I worked with, as well as my class. I had no idea what I was in for. 

After I had taught the first portion of my lesson, I went back to prepare for the other one but was told not to prepare another lesson by the headmaster. He said the students wanted to use that time to see me off. The next few moments were a teary blur. The teachers asked the class secretary, Hassan, to come up and he proceeded to thank me on behalf of the class for my time spent there. He gave me a beautiful hand-made necklace. Other students followed with handmade necklaces and bracelets. Then all of the students stood up and began to sing in English: 

Give me love, oh dear God of glory. 

Give me love. Give me love. 

Give me love, oh dear God of glory. 

Give me love, till I overcome. 

The song continued with the remaining fruits of the spirit: joy, peace, patience...they had to stop there so I could get myself together! This song and the students singing in harmony was literally the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. 

I stopped crying long enough to tell them that they were each very special and that I loved them a lot. I told them that I would think about them and pray for them every single day. I then read Ephesians 1:16-17 aloud: “I have not stopped thanking God for you. I pray for you constantly asking God, the glorious father of our Lord Jesus Christ, to  give you spiritual wisdom and insight so that you might grow in your knowledge of God.”

This song and the reading of this scripture was such a beautiful moment for me. I have re-read this post numerous times because my words and explanation won’t do it justice. Just know that God has shown me his glory in so many ways but this has been the most profound. I encourage you, too, to pray for the students of Class 8. As well as the team and the rest of the needs to be met here in Kenya. 

Erin Gamble

Profoundly Humbled

A tree that bears fruit

A couple weeks ago Andrew and I left Uganda to pick up Erin in Nairobi and begin the next leg of our trip.  While this leg has brought us into the desert of northern Kenya where we have experienced a complete change of scenery, I still think about the Kivulu children’s home (the place where we stayed) in Kampala.   I think of the home as an oasis in the desert, a light in the darkness, a speck of hope in the midst of overwhelmingly hopeless slums.  

To see a group of boys posses such strong and honest  charachter after coming from such harsh backgrounds is truly the hand of God.  Boys who own no more than a couple sets of clothes, who see the computer, money, and ipod laying on our beds but dont think twice about laying a finger on them, no matter how tempting it may be.  Boys who love eating and scarf down their food but only after offering it to Andrew and I and making sure we have received our plates first.  Boys who have no money but upon washing your clothes and finding some change in your pocket return it to you, knowing its the right thing.  It doesnt matter that that  change means 100 times more to them than it does to you. What matters is they did the right thing.  

My time there gave me the unique ability to see the progress of this ministry.  All around us in the slums were street boys, kids often quite dirty or sick, who roam around sniffing airplane fuel and fighting one another.  This is the environment most of the Kivulu home boys initially grew up in.  Next there are street boys who take part in the programs the Kivulu home does.  These boys still live on the streets but they are involved in various activities put on by the workers of the Kivulu home on Mon/Wed/Fri afternoons.  These include crafts, tutoring, listening to Bible stories, and playing sports.  These boys are in a process of transformation from the rough and unforgiving life on the streets to a life filled with more peace and hope initiated by the loving relationships of the program-workers.  Then there are the eighteen boys who live at the Kivulu home full-time, who go school, have daily chores and nightly devotionals and are always under the care of the workers there.  

The difference between the first set of boys and the third set of boys, the ones at the Kivulu home, is night and day.  I must give credit to the selfless service of the three uncles (David, Alex, and Julius) who work at the Kivulu home and help run the programs for the street boys in the afternoons.  They exemplify putting the gospel into practice, and there is no doubt the boys are influenced greatly by their servant leadership.  I must also give credit to the three women (Abby, Jess, and Jesse) who see a need in the slums and adress that need.  Who see these street boys for who they can be instead of who they are now.  Who have the faith required to trust God and let him lead the way across the untrodden ground that they are travelling upon.   

         I can truthfully say this ministry has produced the most visible fruit of any ministry Ive ever seen.  If I were to give a “fruit-check” this would be the first straightup A+.  David, one of the uncles at the home who also grew up on the street, is a musician who has written a couple songs.  In one of his songs is the line, “I may have begun my life on the streets, but my destination is great.”  This line expresses an undeniable hope we can all strive for.  When our mind is on the glory of our destination, it makes the struggles of the journey that much better, the duty of our calling that much more vital, and how we run the race all the more important.

Ben   

Whats in your day?

Dynamics. Erin. Somewhere between the travel hair straightener and the fact that now when we do laundry there are articles that have to be hung indoors we have now completed the team. It has been a breath of fresh air and i think i can speak for Ben also when i say that it has been such a blessing having her along. If you have been reading some of her posts then you should be clued into a little of where we are, nowhere near anything. Well tomorrow is her last day here and we are going to miss her when she has to leave, but first we are going to hit up a safari and Wycliffe conference in Malindi, Kenya. 

Can you heal? Like i said we have been reading acts and i have enjoyed it a lot. Remembering that faith has to do with the holy spirit and that means we have been given power strait from the hand of God. In the beginning i read the passage about peter, when they were entering the temple and a beggar asked them for money. ”Look at us! “The lame man looked at them eagerly, expecting some money. But Peter said, “I dont have any silver or gold for you. But i’ll give you what i have. In the name of Jesus Christ the Nazarene, get up and walk!”- 3:4-6 Being asked for money daily in Kampala by all kinds of people it made me think why not heal? It has been a challenge for me to make sure that Ben and i are sharpening each other as men of God, but this was definitely something that was prying at both of our hearts. On the way to Stakwell’s we stopped in Nairobi just long enough to pick up erin, one day. A man approached me with a cast on his leg and held out his hand. If God comes to us as strangers to see if we are actually trying any of the crazy things he lays on our hearts this guy would be number one proof.  So i stopped buying phone airtime for long enough to lay hands on the man and pray for his leg to heal. I truly believed that we was just going to walk away with a smile on his face. But no, he still had a face that was torn with pain and now some confusion. But i look back on it and im somewhat glad that he didnt walk away, i dont know if my pride can handle knowing that God actually healed someone through me. But i do still believe that the prayer did something just maybe he had to walk a few blocks to figure out that his foot didnt hurt any more. Either way im not done trying. There is a little boy here at Stakwell’s named Sawilli he was thrown out of his home as a kid because he couldnt walk, he was seen as a cursed child. Stakwell took him in as his own son and got him some crutches that allow him to get around. I have been thinking about him alot and praying for him. How cool would it be to heal the Lords child. Ill let you know what happens. 

What do i do in a day here? Who knows. Some days we work on wiring the rest of the complex with electricity, others working on cars, but more often driving plays a factor. They have two land rovers here that they use to run food and water to nearby villages who were just recently enemy tribes but the Lord led Stakwell to take them food and he obeyed. The first time he drove up with a truck full of food. The people came running out with tears in their eyes and all they could say is “what took you so long.” So now they have me drive the land rover out there to deliver water and other things. Its pretty much in the middle of the dryest land i have ever seen. And they are more than cliche tribal people, piercings, paint, and sometimes no clothes. One time after we arrived and unloaded the 1 and half tons of food, that was labeled US Aid From the American People, i jumped in shotgun and we headed up a near by hill to go get some diesel. About halfway up i turned around and had a bit of a realization. The car was filled with the driver Timothy (2 wife tim hes like 54 looks older though) me riding shotgun holding an AK 47 stakwell told me to hold on to it for him and then in the back were 4 other tribal guys decked out with AKs and other gear. Either way i was totally down with it. Just needed to take a minute and take it all in. Ill tell you what though if you had told me a few years ago that one day i would be driving Land rovers in africa to tribal villages i would probably have to change my underwear with excitement. 

Tomorrow im driving a team and some water out to the Turkana tribes. And then trying to put back together a Range Rover that someone took apart most everything including taking out the engine just to find that it needed a new clutch, welcome to Africa. O ps im using a south african accent for the next few days were trying to see how long we can fool this team. Kinda fun to be honest.  Ill keep in touch. Would love any feedback or just say hey. 

AV

L4L Africa Team.

Within Broken Borders

The past couple of days I have had the chance to talk to a friend of a friend, Joe Miller, about the organization he is co-founding, Within Broken Borders.  I've been amazed by the work that they are doing.  Joe and his co-founder Anna Medearis just got back from the Middle East where they filmed a documentary called From the Eyes of Hope.  This film will be completed in October and is the first step in building long term connections between the youth of America, the Palestinians, and the Israelis.  In the future, Within Broken Borders plans on addressing other areas of conflict or oppression and helping the American youth get involved with restoring hope throughout the world.
Although documentaries and orphanages are very different, Within Broken Borders and Love for the Sake of Love share a lot of the same visions and hopes for the future.  And most importantly, the main focus for both organizations is to bring glory to God with whatever we do.
To learn more about Within Broken Borders or to even host a screening of their film, go to www.withinbrokenborders.com or e-mail me at AGamble@loveforthesakeoflove.com and I'll find the best people to connect you with.

Alison

Independence Day

Yesterday, you probably celebrated our Nation's independence by grilling out and watching fireworks. Ben, Andrew, Mundia (our new friend), and I celebrated by taking an overnight trip to Lake Turkana.

Stakwell wanted us to deliver some water to the Turkana tribe and thought it would be good for us to go stay at Lake Turkana for the night. I assume that if there is ever a chance for the Samburu people to "vacation," this is where they go. And so we packed some things into a bag and headed off.

There was a little tension when we dropped off the water because historically, the Turkanas and the Samburus have been enemies. That has subsided a lot since Stakwell introduced Christianity to these people but we made this part of the trip hasty nonetheless. (PS-A member of the Turkana tribe actually led Stakwell to Christ. Ask me about that story later.)

We got to the lodges, unpacked, ate supper, and went to bed. It is much warmer there because the lake creates so much humidity so none of us slept very well. Not to mention that Andrew and I both received insufficient mosquito nets and I spent much of the night deciphering between net and bedsheet while Andrew rigged something up with his knife and the light switch which I still can't figure out.

This morning, we woke up and went to breakfast. Immediately upon leaving the restaurant, we were bombarded with people trying to sell us stuff. Literally bombarded. I felt like Lindsay Lohan coming out of a club. White people mean one thing to people in areas like this: money. Andrew does a nice job of playing body guard, though. With the exception of the African who stuck his head actually in the car and stared directly in my face. But none of us saw that one coming.

We went to the lake next. Andrew was able to get some amazing photos of the team and the scenery. I may not have mentioned this before but this place is so beautiful. So much that mentioning it on a blogpost or taking 100s of pictures won't do it justice. Whether we are driving through the bush, a village, or the barren desert, everything is so preserved that you can't help but see God's glory in it (reference to Rachel Langdon). At the lake, we also bought a fish from a random Turkana man for 30 shillings (about 45 cent). And so now, I am waiting for supper to be ready...Tilapia....jealous Jon, Allyson, and Dad?? :)

On the 3 hour ride back to camp I couldn't help but be blissfully happy. I am so blessed to be here with Andrew and Ben. Our team has such a great dynamic and our ties alone are an example of God's divine intervention. I am also so blessed to see such beauty all around me, both in natural scenery and the people I have been living life with and have grown to love. I guess these last few days have lacked the ABAB pattern and settled into a pattern of contentment and joy. Tomorrow I go back to the school and hopefully learn the rest of my students' names.

Love you all and keep lifting up prayers for God's provision here in South Horr and all of Kenya.

PS - 3 souls were saved at church this Sunday. Amen!

Erin Gamble
Mzungui Ang
"Our white lady"  <-- This is what the younger kids yell when I walk to school. Cute, huh?:)

ABAB Pattern

My thoughts, attitudes, and feelings have been occurring in an ABAB pattern for the last 4 days. Tuesday, I read my own post from when we first arrived in South Horr. I was surprised at how fascinated and "in love" with everything I was that day. Maybe an excerpt from my journal entry from days after we arrived will help you see how surprised I was at the contrast in attitude:


"Went to South Horr Primary after eating old bread and honey for breakfast. Met students in Class 8 (8th grade). Students were very bright and worked far more quickly and accurately than me, much less my students. Listened to staff meeting in Kisamburu (not English). Felt overwhelmed at how little this school had but how bright the students were and how the discipline, curriculum, and instruction/assessment methods are very similar to US. Excused myself to bathroom. Walked out back to small shed and opened door to find a filthy hole in a cement slab."


Just 24 hours before I was so in love with these people. Now I feel that although they are much different than me, they don't need me here. I can't offer them anything that they want. It would be one thing if I had to endure dirty living conditions and bad food when I was serving. But I don't even know what these people's needs are. Much less how to meet them. What was God doing in my heart? After much prayer, meditation, and re-reading emails from home, I felt better. And Tuesday actually turned out to be back to enjoyable (see the pattern?) 


Which brings me to yesterday. I woke up feeling very nauseated. I was unable to eat the breakfast. I went to school and helped administer exams to 4th graders. I came home and was still unable to eat. I was lonely, tired, and thanks to a few more emails for you guys at home, more homesick than ever (keep them coming though:) )Here is an excerpt from my journal entry from last evening:


"God, I don't even feel like writing todays events down. Have you called me into this season of discomfort across the world under the false pretense that I would be serving? Is this you breaking me down? If so, I surrender." 


And so the pattern continues and today was much better. I sort of took over the English and Math instruction for Class 8 and am enjoying my day.


This morning is when I had the realization that the most sincere conversations I had with the Lord, and the time when I was most mindful is when he brings me to my knees with discomfort and longing for the comforts of home. So today, I openly thank God that I was able to eat lunch. I thank him that the water doesn't taste like dirt this morning. I also thank him for the water I've had that does taste like dirt because it is still not going to kill me and will be a constant reminder that I am not entitled to anything. 


The second realization that this ABAB pattern has revealed to me is that I am not here to bring Western Civilization ideas. I am not here to change. I am not here to modify or leave a legacy. I am here to serve. So everyday at school, unless the Lord reveals something different, I will walk into Class 8, teach the English lesson prepared by the teachers there, teach the math lesson with the strategies that Fred, Bonaface, and Joseph show me, and then sit among Kenyan Samburu teachers in a smelly room where I share a very small desk with another teacher and "mark pepas" which is grade papers. My new teacher friend, Joseph, who was sent to high school with money from an American family, walked me home today and upon hearing that I felt that I wasn't helping had this to say:


"Each paper you mark or lesson you teach is helping us. We love to see you here and know that you wanted to come and meet us and help us. When the people in this town see Americans, they know you are here to help us and bring us Christianity and education."


Stop nudging God. I get it. 


So for now, I am happy. I have a full stomach (ham sandwiches today...what?! haha). I feel peaceful and content. And I had a good day at school. Tomorrow may be similar. Or I will be homesick. Or I will have no appetite for this food. Or I will face a challenge that I have yet to face. Either way, God gets all of the glory and to say that these past few days have been humbling is an understatement. 


-Erin Gamble
Just another set of hands