find the forgotten

I'm here.
And the passion is not for cool pictures, or to tell you a cool story. It is for Jesus, for Jesus alone, for He is the One who has lead me hear, like a baby in the palm of a Father. Already, David my supervising missionary, had my truck lined up. I've been driving on the wrong side of the road for two days (the left side) and on the right side inside the car, the stick to me left...getting used to it, he already had me on my own. I guess the best practice is the kind you do and not watch!

I'm in prayer over this land, and the declaration bellowed from my soul "JESUS IS KING OF AFRICA" and I said it in as many places as I could. I have enjoyed the throne room of God the most...no matter where we go, no matter what place in the world we see...the most beautiful room we go to is the secret one that HE meets us in...it is pure joy to know the Lord.

Well, the plan to hit the road may be in the next month or so. Yet on my way to Jericho, I pray that He guides me and helps me not to forget the hurt man on the path. I pray that I don't miss a single opportunity. Have had fun holding orphans in my arms...a little orphan girl called me "Pappa" earlier...it was the melting of my heart, and I had no reservations about becoming her jungle gym for the rest of the day. Have connected with a few guys my age. I can see some great friendships already in the mix.

Tired...will write again...