It's about 6:15 in the morning. I haven't been able to sleep. It's been interesting adjusting back to life here in Ohio. I feel as though I have been getting really attacked by Satan since I've gotten back. I've been trying to not get sucked into the American way of life. Satan has been using fear against me. He's also been trying to get me to focus on myself more than others. I began listening to these lies, and forgetting about what I've just experienced. I woke up yesterday morning at around 7:30 with a prompting from the Spirit. I needed to remind myself of what God had done in my life over the past 2 weeks. I needed to center my focus on Christ and on others. Satan tries to get me to be selfish and to forget that God has been faithful. I very much feel as though Kenya is my second home and so, to remember the experience, the children, the land, the poverty I got this tattoo spur of the moment. I felt as though God was telling me that I needed to remember what I've seen and experienced. My heart is for the children and families in Kenya, and I pray for the ones that cannot speak for themselves. I made the decision that I am going to become an advocate for children around the world that do not have a voice. With God's help, I want to act as their voice. I know this battle within will not end here, but I know that we have a God that is for us, not against us. And we can share in the amazing truth that he loves us all with a crazy love that goes beyond race, age, sex, where you were born, etc... Because where you live shouldn't determine whether you live. We are God's vessels, serving the least of the least.
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