The Journey.

Give me faith is one of my favorite songs. It is such a great prayer. Give me faith to trust what you say. That you are good and your love is great. I don't know why the lyrics have never really meant that much to me until today when I actually listened instead of singing along in agreement. When I have weeks that just remind me how real Satan is and I feel tired, weary, mad at the world, emotional and just plain needy,  this needs to be my prayer. Give me faith to trust that you have it all under control. Give me faith to trust in your word. Give me faith to remember I am a daughter of the most high king. I seriously sat in awe today as I listened to that song. All too often I forget those things and go on with my daily life acting as if Jesus is a liar. I know what you're thinking. Woah, Selina that's too far. Blah, Blah, Blah. We all do it. It's the truth. We act as if His words aren't valid. When I feel down and out as if life is horrible and nothing ...

It is Monday. Typically I love Mondays but today was just exhausting. I'm coming to the realization that my life is extremely busy, on the go, non stop, hectic and just all together a lot. Today was a day that I wanted it to stop. This past week actually was kind of like that. Yes, I was happy but laying in my bed after a long day was basically my 24/7 desire. I've just had a lot on my mind, especially about school and college. So yesterday I came to the conclusion that I need to slow down. Stop allowing college to consume my thoughts and definitely stop pushing myself way too hard. Jesus has me in His hands. It's always good to be reminded of that from other brothers and sisters of Christ. It's even better when it comes straight from the creator. That's what tonight was for me. I spent my night watching videos from my first year in Guatemala. Oh how great it is to fall in love over and over again. I LOVE love and that is what my heart feels when I think of missions...

Today I read an article about an eight year old girl in Yemen who was married to a forty year old man who demanded his "marital rights" on the night of their wedding. This demand caused internal bleeding from a ruptured uterus and killed the girl. The article read on to talk about how the man justified his actions by saying "Muhammad had a 9 year old bride". No. It's not okay. This girl meant the world to Jesus. She was innocent. A baby. This is where my heart breaks in a million pieces. Stories like this make me remember why I was born, what my purpose is and how great the God I serve is.  We are so blessed in America. I hear all the time "why do you want to be a missionary?" "Why don't you stay here and help the people here?" "We need enough help here."... The list goes on. Yes, absolutely America has problems. There are very low income areas and hurting people but in reality, the poorest of us in America is richer than the ma...

The past two days have been hard for me. It's the realization that I will be walking down the halls of a school filled with hurt teenagers and blaring bright lights everyday for the next nine months, possibly. Occasionally Jesus really gets ahold of my heart and makes me really sensitive to the world. That sentence is the only way I know how to describe the past two days. When people are mean, stupid, ignorant or just sinning it makes me cringe. Sometimes I wish I were like this emotional wreck all the times but I think it would be too much for me to bear. Being in this state of sensitivity brings me back home though. Well, mentally. I long to be with my savior. Okay, no I'm not saying I want to die but in a sense I wouldn't mind if just like Elijah I disappeared to be with my daddy. Another place I long for is the mission field. Specifically in Guatemala with "my hija" in Spanish hija means daughter. Really I would love to be anywhere proclaiming the gospel and h...