Blesed Beyond Measure.

Isnt it funny how some times, 2 weeks seems SO far away, then other times it seems like its right there infront of you? Some days I feel like Im never going to get home... Other days I feel like its so close that i may as well go today. I love it here, I really do. Last night we had a prayer night with the kids of UJV. It started out just hanging out with a few kids and a guitar... the kids and staff started dancing and having a great time. Then all the kids started to come around so we moved to a bigger area and got our worship on. We all danced and sang as we lifted high the name of Jesus. I sat down and closed my eyes. The bass from the drums was radiating through my heart and all i could do was cry. I opened my eyes and ALL of the kids were on their knees crying out to God. Forgiving the people that ripped their lives apart. Repenting on behalf of their families for the witchcraft. Forgiving everyone who has stolen from them or deceived them. It got me thinking, what right do i have to hate people? What right do i have to hold unforgiveness? Yes, i have been hurt. Yes, im allowed to feel hurt and its okay to cry but is it okay to take the role of God into my own hands and judge those around me? No. Is it okay for me to think about every way i could murder them and make them pay for what they did? No. Is it okay to hate God for what has happened? No. Im so blessed. So incredibly blessed. Life just doesnt make sense sometimes, but thats okay. God is good ALL the time. Before coming to Africa, I thought i would struggle to see the goodness of God. I was wrong. You just need to have a conversation with one of these kids... or see the hope in their eyes... or see the smile on their face and you can see OBVIOUSLY how great God is... Im blesed.