Up and Down the Highway

Wow!  In the past eleven days, I have driven over 1000 miles.  I've had the opportunity to travel to several churches in our conference to introduce myself as one of the newest IPHC missionaries, next I'll begin begging them for support.  Pray for me as I begin that journey!

I also had the opportunity to attend a few of the sessions at Holmes' Founder's Week.  During this time, I was able to be there for the dedication of the new dorm.  I can proudly say, I helped with the foundation of that building. (If it ever falls down, it's not my fault though!)  One of the highlights of the weekend was the Holmes Family Singing on Saturday morning.  It was wonderful to hear the stories of how things worked when the alumni were students.  What a legacy we have all had the blessing to join!  


On a not so bright note, I had a bit of heartbreak last week.  Something awakened me early Thursday morning.  As I was following my normal routine of checking my phone for emails and messages, I discovered a message from the mother of a dear friend.  The message contained words that I still am finding hard to fathom.  She was letting me know that her daughter, my friend, Jocelyn, had passed away on Sunday.  Jocey was only 31 and died of cardiac arrest.  I keep thinking, I need to send Jocey a message on facebook or call her.  I had planned to do just that last week, but never made time in my busy schedule.  I thank God that I know I'll see her again.  We had lost touch for a little while when our lives took us in opposite directions, but through the magic of facebook, we reconnected.  When we talked, one of the first things she told me was, "Thank you."  She went on to tell me that because of the impact my family's lives had made on her, she had given her heart to Christ.  When I told her the direction my life was taking, following God's call to missions, she kept telling me how proud she was of me.  Every time we talked since then, she always made the point of telling me she was proud of me and how I was following God's call on my life.  Now, any time I tell anyone about it, I keep hearing her voice telling me, "I'm so proud of you, Jenny!  You're going to do amazing things!"  


Throughout my physical travels up and down the highway this past week and my emotional ups and downs, I've been seeking out what God is leading me toward.  I began this journey with what I thought it was supposed to be, but more and more He is showing me His will.  I love that He uses many different formats to bring to light what He is doing.  One of the things He's used lately has been a song.  It's seemed like I've heard it a minimum of 3-4 times a day and it keeps running through my mind.  The Newsboys latest song, "God's Not Dead," keeps crying out to me.  I love the lyrics of this song.  


Through it all, I thank God for this journey He has brought me to.  I may not understand the how and why and even the timing of some things, but I rest in knowing that He, and He alone, is in control of it all.  


Father God, thank You for calling me to be a light in this dark world!