After 9.5 months in Ecuador, Brooklyn felt my soles on it’s ground. In Bushwick, where I used to play at the pump and stay at my cousin’s home for the summer, memories of my younger days brought me a smile. Even when I moved within the States (Massachusetts and Virginia), I’d always make sure to make it known that I am indeed a Brooklyn girl.
When you are on a never-ending mission, fundraising can become a never-ending journey. It has been a little over eight months since I moved to Ecuador as a ‘first- term’ missionary with Covenant World Mission. The idea, the plan, the hope is to live and serve here for a minimum of two years.
I am a Remnant because I recognize that I am a descendant of a particular people.
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Don’t allow busyness or tiredness to make you forget the love for your work. I’m not talking about the 9-5 that you hate. I am talking about your work. Repeat this mantra, “I love what I do”. Continue reading “I Love What I Do”
Friday night my brother and I took an 8-hour bus ride to Quito from Guayaquil to visit missionary friends and attend the inauguration of an orphanage opening up in Cayambe where many of our beloved brothers and sisters both Ecuadorian and American have diligently been working towards.
Don’t stop dreaming because your vision is coming to life. What happens when God does what he says he would do? What happens after all the hard work pays off? Does your hunger die off or does your vision expand?
What a week!
As I reflect on my journey, I remember dreaming of holding children’s hands. Literally. But not just any children, children here in Ecuador. I asked God, “what does this mean?”.