Color Me Called.

Time is passing so quickly and before i know it i will be packing up my trusty little van and heading down to Savannah for my next mission. My emotions about this change, it seems every five minutes. I know that i am being called there. Every time i talk to my brother and hear the lostness in his voice that used to be in mine i am reminded that i have a purpose in going there. I see a little bit of myself in him and it makes me sad. It is the part of me i am grateful is gone because she was such a sad, bitter, angry girl in need of her savior. I find myself feeling desperate to be on my knees about my brother and his wife daily and time there is sweet despite the ache that squeezes my heart when i lift them up to my Daddy. Prayers for me friends please! Satan has been trying everything that he can think of to distract me, discourage me, or detour me. I must remember that i am on a mission. I must remember that when Jesus saved me i died to self. I must remember my brothers soul is worth eternally more than my comfort. I must.