Four years, to the day, it's been since my mission trip to Nicaragua. I miss it there, terribly. It provided me with a sense of gratitude that I have never felt in my life. During my lowest of times, when I feel like giving up -- especially through all of my cancer surgeries, treatments, etc -- I think of these girls, the children in the village and the orphanage. I think about what if it were on of them that had cancer. Going undiagnosed, untreated because no doctors, no hospitals, no insurance. I feel so blessed. I think of them, their lack of basic necessities; food, clothing, water, shelter. I remember giving them the shoes off my feet, the shirt off my back, financially supporting them as little as I could. Breathing clean air, not being afraid for my safety -- counting my blessings. That is what these photos do for me. So I ask anyone who is having a tough time, remember my story, remember these children's' stories. We all have rough roads ahead of us, some worse than others, but if we remember that sunshine is somewhere on the horizon, we can make it through anything that fate throws our way. I decided after treatments, that I want to rejoin the mission world. I'm hoping that fate has a hand in aiding me to follow my dreams of helping others. <3
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