The Promise

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Here I am, after much anticipation, in Uganda, Africa. I am exactly where God has led me and with full confidence and blind faith, I did as I was told. I sit here now knowing I have many days and many opportunities to live out this adventure to the fullest. I can’t help but search my heart and ask God, what exactly is it that You need me to do here?

I could definitely live the relaxed and comfortable life in Jinja. Walking to the babies home everyday down the beautiful red dirt roads enjoying the tropical temperature on my skin. I could enter those gates and just sit with the sweet kids all day and be happy. I could go home and make myself a nice meal, crawl into my bed under my mosquito net, read my book and call it a night. Wake up and repeat. But I don’t want that. I want to live the uncomfortable life here. I want to be stretched beyond measure and be shown strength from God that I didn’t even know I had. I want to do everything in my ability to help these beautiful people however they need and let them help me in ways I didn’t know I needed.

My friend Raymond spoke over me the other day and told me that my time here was going to be used in big ways. He said this at a moment that I was searching my heart and asking God, why am I here? I have no specific assignments and no daily routine. I came here because this is where I knew the path that God has paved for me led to…but now what?

I opened my daily devotional and todays read ” I am leading you along a way that is uniquely right for you. The closer to Me you grow, the more fully you become your true self, the one I designed you to be. Because you are one of a kind, the path you are traveling with Me diverges increasingly from that of other people. However, in mysterious wisdom and ways, I enable you to follow this solitary path while staying in close contact with other. In fact, the more completely you devote yourself to Me, the more freely you can love people.”

And that’s it. This is my unique path. It doesn’t look like my neighbors, my friends or even a stranger that I have met on the street. It doesn’t look like yours. How beautiful is it that we each have been promised our own journey through this life? We have adventures waiting for us even if we are sitting in the dark in paradise not exactly sure what to do next. When we are willing to serve with our palms face up in surrender…we will be used. When we seek what God has in store for us…He will show us joyfully because He has designed an amazing adventure of each and every one of us.

Please don’t wait. If you feel something stirring in your heart….go with it. That pull is God grabbing you by the hand and wanting to show you something magnificent. Even if you don’t exactly know what to do when you are following the right path, don’t turn back. Be patient and still and know that you are about to be used in ways you never thought possible.

bda
  • December 30, 2012 - 8:11 pm

    Megan Welker - this is so perfect for today. Adam and I chatted about something like this today :) Love you Mary! SO much!ReplyCancel

  • December 31, 2012 - 3:19 pm

    2012, Thank You. « Love Roots Photography - […] My friend Mary wrote about this very thing today…I’d encourage you to check it out at  wanderingwithmary.com  In her post she quotes; “The closer to Me you grow, the more fully you become your true […]ReplyCancel

  • January 6, 2013 - 11:19 am

    Dorothy - so goood. I can’t wait to give you a hug :) love you!ReplyCancel

  • January 9, 2013 - 10:03 am

    Mary Burgio - Mary Frances: I am so happy that God has sent you where you are today. You seem so at peace with yourself. Aunt Pam has been following your stories, and sharing them with her co-workers. They too, are so happy for you and truly believe that you are a beautiful person. Miss you Lots.ReplyCancel

  • January 9, 2013 - 11:21 am

    Aunt Marge - Your writing makes me feel like I am right there with you. Keep up the good work, how much does a cow cost?ReplyCancel

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