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LIFE: I Am Not Suppose To Be Here

I am sitting here in the middle of May... opening my life planner to make some notes only to realize I AM NOT SUPPOSE TO BE HERE.

I should not be writing this blog.
I should not be sitting in my apartment.
I should not in in the city, state, country that I am currently.

My heart breaks, and the tears follow, every time I open a calendar that I had placed my dream mission trip to Africa on (two different team Google Cals, a few personal Google Cals, and three paper calendars- YES I have a calendar problem).

I have written about this heart break, as I know many people have had heart break moments during the #CovidChronicles but today I come to you as a plea for prayer for my friends in Africa.

  • Pray for Joey and his team in Ghana. They currently do not have cases in the village but the do not necessarily have the means to handle an outbreak. Joey is suppose to be returning stateside for his daughters wedding the first week in June and we are unsure of that status. 
  • Pray for Pastor Samwel and the Obwanchani Children's Home. They are in an area where they are on complete lock down, yet the support systems in place are not helping-- so there is no means to get food. 
  • Pray for Summer Camps. Many of these camps host weekend retreats through out the spring semester and have missed out on that income, and are now looking at abridged summer scheduling if at all. 
  • Pray for graduates: preschool, elementary, middle, high schools; college- both undergrad and grad. These students are transitioning to a new piece of life in the next school year and whether or not they are getting their right of passage graduation - deserve our prayers. 
Weirdly I am thankful for the BRIGHT ORANGE ( thats what Color I assigned to my Africa trip) reminders because it helps remind me that we are #allinthistogether ( and then I bust out into High School Musical dance and song). Please let me know how I can specifically be praying for you during this #covidchornicles time.




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