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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

January Meal: Spaghetti Squash Lasagna



Hey friends! For the new year, I have stolen an idea from my friend Cassie, to make one new meal a month. I liked this idea because if you're like me, you don't have much time to try new elaborate recipes, but I can totally accomplish one fancy recipe a month! When I eat, I like to order my food and get it within 5-10 minutes. The only problem with that is it limits you to eating out, which can be costly and more than likely not good for you.

Tuesday night I made "Skinny Spaghetti Squash with Meat Sauce." I had been wanting to try spaghetti squash so I went to Pinterest in search for a fun recipe. I found this one on the Skinny Mom blog and thought it looked great. I also liked that the prep and cook time were under an hour. Let it be known, it takes that long if you have awesome knives, a vegetable chopper, and cook your squash in the microwave. I opted for the oven because ovens cook food more evenly, which meant it was in there for 50 minutes not 15. And I also have the worlds worst knives. I actually found them in my basement one day so I'm not sure if the lady who lived here before me left them, or if they were an old roommates. But nevertheless they are all I have so I made it work. My whole cook/prep time turned into TWO. HOURS. Woof. Like I stated earlier, I can totally meet my goal of one meal a month, any more than that and I'm doomed. I'm pretty certain I could get it in under an hour on my next try. If you have a man to help cut the squash in half that will probably eliminate 20 minutes right there-those suckers are hard to cut. But I like to think it was the knives fault and not my lack of strength!

Despite the time it took me, I loved the way it turned out!! It was delicious! It made soooo much too. I fed myself, Clay and my roommate, Lexis. Tonight Lexis and I ate off of it again. And I could probably get 2 more meals out of what's still left. If you're only cooking for two people, I would suggest cutting the recipe in half.

You can find the recipe on the link up above (click on Skinny Mom) but here are the slight changes I would make from what it has on there. My changes are in red.

  • 8 cups spaghetti squash, cooked (2 medium size squash will yield about 8 cups)
  • 1 lb lean ground beef (90%-95% lean) <<< but really, get the more expensive meat
  • 24 oz low-sugar spaghetti or marinara sauce (20-22 oz.)
  • 1 tsp extra virgin olive oil
  • ½ onion, diced
  • 1 small zucchini, chopped finely
  • 1 celery stalk, chopped finely
  • 1 carrot, peeled + chopped
  • ½ cup fresh mushrooms, sliced
  • ½ cup low moisture, part-skim, shredded mozzarella cheese
  • Optional*: (I did not use the sweetener.)
  • 2 tsp Stevia®
  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
  2. To cook squash in oven, cut spaghetti squash in half lengthwise. Scoop out seeds and membrane. Place squash cut-side up on baking sheet. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and bake for 45-60 minutes.(I cooked for 50 minutes and it turned out great but next time I might leave it in the whole 60 minutes)
  3. To microwave squash, cut spaghetti squash in half lengthwise. Scoop out seeds and membrane. Place squash cut-side up in a microwave safe dish with 1-2 inches of water (just enough water to cover bottom of microwave safe dish). Microwave 9-10 minutes until soft. (I didn't microwave. I'm not sure it would have had the same soft texture if I chose this option.)
  4. In a large, deep sauté pan, add extra virgin olive oil.
  5. Add onions, celery, carrot, and mushrooms. Saute vegetables on medium heat for 3-4 minutes until they begin to soften.
  6. Add lean ground beef to vegetables. (Next time, I'm going to cook my meat in a separate pan, drain the grease, then add all the meat to the pan with vegatables.)
  7. Continue to cook vegetables and brown ground beef, breaking up the meat into smaller pieces. Continue to cook until meat is no longer pink in color.
  8. When meat is cooked, add chopped zucchini and jar of spaghetti sauce. (I bought a 25 oz. jar and put the whole thing in. It called for 24 oz. I would put about 20-22oz of sauce instead.)
  9. Stir to mix all ingredients together and simmer on low for 5-10 minutes.
  10. Adjust sauce with salt and pepper and (optional) sweetener. (I didn't do the sweetner and it tasted just fine.)
  11. When spaghetti squash is cooked, remove from the oven or microwave and let cool for 5 minutes. After it has cooled, begin to remove the flesh with a fork, which will come out looking like spaghetti strands. Serve with sauce OR transfer spaghetti squash to a casserole dish.
  12. Cover the squash with meat sauce evenly.
  13. Top with mozzarella and bake in oven at 350 for 10-15 minutes until cheese has melted. Serve hot.
  14.  I will also add a small salad as a side dish.

That whole meal added up to be around $27.00. That's not bad when you get 8-10 servings out of it. That's less than $3.00 a meal! I didn't have any coupons to use so had I looked for those it would have been even less. I will say, you need to get the meat it calls for. It will be more expensive but that's what makes it so healthy. 80% ground beef is what you will find the most of in the grocery store and probably what you've bought in the past. Fun fact: it's equivalent to McDonald's ground beef. So go ahead and do yourself a favor and get the 90-95% lean meat. Adding a salad or any bread will obviously increase the price as well. You can find all the nutritional facts on the site above.

You will have leftover vegetables which I actually used the night before because I looked at the recipe and knew I'd have plenty. I chopped up a bell pepper (not on this list), the extra mushrooms, a new zucchini, extra carrots and the other half of the onion and cooked them in a skillet on the stove with olive oil and salt and pepper. I think it's important to reuse as much of your food as possible so you save money and don't let things go to waste. 

Here is a picture of what my spaghetti squash lasagna looked like...not exactly a Pinterest worthy photo but it tastes the same!




Here's the link to the 9 other healthy recipes you can make with spaghetti squash.

 Happy cooking!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The Proposal


*Pictures are at the very end*


The background:

As most of you know from talking to me, Clay and I never discussed when we would get engaged. Like when I say I had no idea I really had no idea. We obviously talked about the future and knew we wanted to get married based on our love for each other and seeing each other’s love for the Lord, and reading off my non-negotiables after knowing him for maybe a month…ya know, super casual. But he never let me get caught up in the details of an engagement and proposal because 1-he is completely grounded in his faith and knows that rings and poems and flowers mean nothing compared to eternity in heaven with Jesus, and 2-he wanted it to be a complete surprise. No ring shopping, no hints at what I liked, no sending my friends pictures of rings to send to him. Nothing. (P.S. The ring is GORGEOUS and so me! He did good!) He had always planned on asking my dad for his blessing before proposing. But he did not tell my parents, or his parents, his best friend, or anyone when the event would actually occur.
One of Clay’s good friends, Stephen Young, used this same approach when proposing to his now wife, Julie Inman. Julie told me how awesome it was to be totally shocked and that she wishes every girl would allow it to play out that way. After being in her shoes, I could not agree more.
Ladies, let your man surprise you. I repeat, do not discuss A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G. leading up to the proposal. Obvi, you need to talk about if you're right for each other. I mean don't talk about the fru fru details. It is so so so exciting and special and wonderful when you just let it happen when it happens!

The proposal:

We had been in Fayetteville over the weekend for the Razorback game and for my brother's 21st birthday. Sunday we met Michael for lunch to celebrate his big day. We finished eating around 1:30pm and headed out of town on our way to Hawksbill Crag, near Ponca. I have had my eyes set on hiking Hawksbill for quite some time. Despite the awful weather both Saturday and Monday, Sunday was PERFECT. It was sunny but very cool, and the leaves were changing colors. It honestly couldn’t have been better! We started hiking and made it to the main ledge; we took several pictures and just soaked in the beauty around us. We I really wanted to get a good picture of us so we decided to keep walking and find a place by ourselves since the big ledge had about 10 other people at the time. While I was being ADD and looking everywhere around me, Clay put his backpack down and got out his go pro. I walked up to him asking for some Kleenexes and as he reached into his backpack he turned the go pro on, pulled out the ring, whipped around on one knee and asked me if I would marry him, in like 3 seconds flat. My next words were, “This is not real. OMG. Seriously? YES. Yes. Omg. Wait, have you talked to my dad first? Okay good. Oh my gosh. This is not real. Is this real? Wow. I love you so much.” And yes these are my exact words because he filmed me and we've replayed it over and over. I am SOOO thankful he has it on film for us to relive the rest of our lives. Bringing the go pro was the best idea ever because it allowed us to get videos, pictures, and be completely alone during this moment. He proceeded to tell me that he never knew how much he could love someone until he realized his love for me, and some other sweet things but I was still awkward from being so shocked that I just listened and couldn’t speak. 

We started to talk about what we wanted for our relationship during our engagement. We don’t want to let the wedding take over our time together. During school we see each other about 2-3 times a week if I don’t have an exam, but the weeks I do have an exam we might go over a week without seeing one another. And our houses are only 6 miles apart! We joked earlier in the weekend how we have to travel to Fayetteville to hang out. So our time is limited and we don’t want to let the wedding planning take over the few moments we do have. The divorce rate in America is 50%. We have chosen to plan for our marriage more than our wedding. And let me tell you, after only a few days of being engaged, Clay is going to be extremely good at this. The verdict is still out if I will be successful with this. All prayers appreciated. :)  I’ve never met someone more grounded in truth when it comes to knowing what’s important and what is not. I am extremely lucky to have him as my leader.

After we talked, we prayed together for the first time as an engaged couple which was THE BEST THING EVER. Y’all prayer is my love language. I’m obsessed with it and cannot wait for the intimacy I will experience with Clay as we grow in this area. Gosh it’s fantastic to connect on that level.

We finished taking pictures, wiped away the tears, and headed back to the car. As we were driving back on the highway, we made the call to stop thru Russellville and tell my parents in person. Soon after that, a 100 pound doe decided to sprint in front of my car. Clay tried to swerve and ended up only hitting the back of the deer which messed up the front of my car. Now we actually had a legitimate reason to stop. I called my parents and told them what happened and they met us at my grandparent’s house. We moved all our bags from my car to my grandma’s, which I’m borrowing for the time being. Then after we were all talking we announced we were engaged! They could not believe it! Everyone was so shocked and excited because Clay never led anyone to believe it would happen anytime soon. Minus my dad who he had talked to beforehand. But even he was shocked by the actual timing of it! Then we hopped in the car and headed to LR.

Once in LR we had to run by Clay’s parent’s house to pick up his dog, Decoy (isn’t that the most precious name for a retired hunting dog?), whom his parents kept for the weekend, and also to pick up Clay’s truck. We walked in and they started asking me about the deer and our time in Fayetteville. After a while I told Mrs. Linda she was going to have to get me a new cup with my monogrammed initials on it because the one she got me for my birthday wouldn’t work anymore. She thought it was because it was broken, in which she replied, “Oh that’s fine mine broke too and I’m drinking out of Bailey’s so I can get us both a new one.” I said, “Actually, it’s because I’m going to need a new monogram.” She immediately asked if I had something to show her, grabbed my left hand out of my arms, squealed, and told Clay she was so mad at him for not telling her. Haha we all laughed and both she and Mr. Frank were beyond excited for us! I’ve felt like a part of Clay’s family since the very first time I met them. I honestly think I could search for the rest of my life and I would never find in-laws like them. I am marrying into the most loving, giving, and biggest family I ever could have dreamed about being a part of!

We went upstairs and got Bailey (Clay’s 16 year old sister), and then went into Bryce’s room, (Clay’s 17 year old brother) and told them the news. James and Yusuf, the Rwandan residents were already sound asleep. We talked with everyone and around 10:30pm left their house and went back to Clay’s. On the way to Clay's I called my brother and told him I hated to overshadow his 21st birthday but he was now getting a brother-in-law so I hoped he would forgive us. I’ve never heard my brother so excited before. I really felt his support and love even on his own special day. Clay called Taylor, his older brother (I told you his family was big) and Taylor’s wife Emily, and told them the news.
We got to Clay’s house and uploaded the go pro videos onto the computer. We called a few more friends who were still awake and I finally made it to my house and in bed by 1:30am. Those 12 hours were the most exciting, crazy, AMAZING hours that I got to spend with Clay. Like I said earlier, our time together is so so precious and I am beyond thankful I had a small break from studying to make new memories with him.

It was a blast telling everyone versus me being the last to find out. It was almost like I was proposing to everyone because of the initial shock they all felt!

The aftermath:

Since the moment we announced our engagement Monday, we have felt an immense amount of  love from every single one of you. I have been brought to tears by the people who have asked my mom if they can host a shower, my friends who have easily been just as excited as I am, and everyone else who has cared for me as if I were their own daughter, and Clay their own son. I am thankful for my community in Russellville and the friends I have in Fayetteville, LR and everywhere in between. We have laughed and cried and have been filled with unending joy these past few days.

The hashtag we chose is #TeamRamey. Obviously, we LOVE sports so anything with that theme seems fitting. There were a few times while dating when his mom said something small I agreed with over how Clay felt, and he would proceed to tell me that his mom was LSU and he was Arkansas and I was playing for the wrong team. We always laughed about it. We know that we are a team now, walking hand in hand to the middle of the field. A team of husband and wife. And a team of believers focused on bringing God glory in every aspect of our lives.

We ask that you pray for our marriage. Please pray that we will not idolize each other, but instead always worship the Lord and push each other towards the cross. We ask that you pray for eyes that see the good in each other when we are anything but that, for hearts to be stripped of the desires of our flesh, and for us to wear forgiveness and love on our heart each day. I also personally ask that you pray for me to prioritize my time planning while in school and continue to stay focused on becoming the best pharmacist and wife I can be. We love you guys and look forward to celebrating this season that is completely new and surreal to us!

  Hawksbill Crag. 10.12.14.










Love,
The Future RAMEYS!

Monday, January 13, 2014

A Fresh Look that is Cozy and Cheap

One of the things I was most excited about upon moving to Little Rock was fixing up an old cute house and making it a cozy home. Two months after my parents bought my 1950's house, Terri Knight came down from Russellville and did a fantastic job finding all new accessories to turn my bare walls and floors into a colorful home. She started me off great with the perfect decorations. After two roommates moved out, a temporary roommate moving in/out this past summer, and two new roommates moving in, my house became the same mess it was when my parents first bought it. It was a hodge podge of furniture and home decor. I knew once things had settled and my last roommate moved in this past November (2013), I wanted to finally make it home again.

I had been babysitting twin girls and their mom, Katie Keenan Rawlings, had the cutest style. I talked to her about helping me find new furniture and decorations once everyone was settled. With babysitting being my only job right now while in pharmacy school, I don't have a whole lot of extra money to pay someone to decorate. We came up with a plan that Katie would fix up my house for one day while I was in class, and I would in return, babysit her girls for free. She did a phenomenal job taking my things and rearranging them to look brand new. The only money I spent was on two pillows for $10 each and some wicker baskets at Target. I couldn't believe she made my house look like a million bucks without having to fork over that kind of money. It also helps when you can raid your parents and grandparents attic for old trinkets. Thanks guys!

Check out these pictures of my house from before and after. If you live in Little Rock and are wanting a new look for the new year, contact me and I will put you in touch with Katie (or if you live in Russellville, Terri Knight is the woman for the job!). I've really enjoyed coming home over the past few months to a warm and inviting place.



Living Room Before
Living room Before. I'm fortunate to have roommates with furniture so I don't have to buy mine all at once!
Living Room After
Living Room After
Living Room After. Notice we replaced my coffee table with the bottom of my roommates kitchen hutch. It makes for a much better TV stand.

 I love the details of this bench! It fits nicely behind my red sofa.


Mission trip collage on the wall pictured above. I found a bunch of old gold frames at my grandma's house and my grandpa spray painted them black for me.
Office Before
Office Before
Office After. This old double sided desk from Funky Junky in Russellville is one of my favorite pieces in my house! I love having it in the center of the room now.
Office After. The shelves have since been organized with cute wicker baskets to get rid of the excess clutter!!

 These shelves are on the other side of the desk in the office. On the other side of the shelves are the stairs down to the basement and garage. Katie helped me change out some frames and decor for a new look.
Kitchen counter Before
Kitchen counter After
Kitchen Cabinet After. Nothing was on top after Brooklyn moved out.
Front Door After. You can see the before in the first few living room pictures.


More Living Room Details. That round table is from the Kappa house before it was torn down.
This is what you see when you first walk in. This chest belonged to my mom's great grandmother. No painting or anything, just bought some new knobs from Hobby Lobby. I'm a sucker for family heirlooms. :)

Morgan

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Seasons of Change

"For God is not a God of confusion but of peace."
1 Corinthians 14:33, ESV

For as long as I can remember change has been a struggle for me.

When my dad decided to sell the tire business that had been in our family for over 50 years and go into real estate, I cried and begged him not to. Even though this career change late in life has been such a great decision for my dad, I couldn't stand the fact that we were letting go of our family business. I was 14 at the time which makes it even more hilarious that I was so concerned with this.

My senior year of high school I'm pretty sure I cried every night for 4 months leading up to graduation and my last dance recital. The thought of saying goodbye to my dancers, and best friends was emotionally draining.

My last Kappa pref night, function, formal, etc. left me feeling all nostalgic. Not to mention the whole college graduation and saying goodbye to my amazing sorority sisters thing.

Then there was the move to Little Rock. A week before I was supposed to spend my first night in my new house I had a major, major meltdown. We're talking hyperventilating, snot running down my nose, bawling my eyes out, meltdown.

And my personal favorite was when my laptop stopped working and I had to buy a new one the day before starting pharmacy school. It took everything in me to hold back my tears in Best Buy. This also happened when I gave up my beloved Blackberry for a dumb iPhone (which I have learned to love more than my Blackberry). Did I mention I hate change? Okay just checking.

Some of you are probably laughing at how incredibly pathetic I am when it comes to change. Lately, I have been challenged by my struggle with change and have looked at the root of why I feel this way.

A lot of it is because of how content I am with the way things in my life are going. I wouldn't say this is necessarily a bad thing because Paul teaches us in Philippians to be content in all circumstances (Phil 4:11-13). Funny how he talks about being content in ALL circumstances. Not just situations we feel safe and secure in. When we fail to allow ourselves to adapt to new seasons of life, we have another issue in our hearts. An issue of trust.

It all comes down to do we trust God. Do we trust Him to put us in the place we are supposed to be, at the perfect time, surrounded by people He so carefully chooses to bless us with?

That has been the kicker right there. Saying goodbye to people is the hardest thing for me. I don't like thinking about not having people in my life anymore when they have had such a huge impact on who I am.

However, God continues to remind me that He is the author of my days. And I shouldn't question that He has me right where He wants me in order to bring Him the most glory.

Trust in God's sovereignty even when you have no idea where your life is headed. He loves you and wants to shower you with His grace and His goodness. That in itself is all the reason we need to put all of our faith in Him alone.

"Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you." Psalm 9:10

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Batter Up

In honor of opening day (yesterday) of Major League Baseball, here is my most favorite baseball memory to date. 

For anyone who knows me you have to know one thing by now...I. Love. Baseball. I love everything about it. The fans, the stadiums, the food, the players, the coaches, the programs, the field, singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." I might have a minor obsession. For those of you who think it is nothing more than a slow and painfully boring game to watch, I'm so sorry your joy is being limited. There is so much more to it that only some fully understand and appreciate. It's called America's favorite past time for a reason.

If you know even more about me you will know my favorite MLB team is the St. Louis Cardinals. Growing up in Arkansas you don't have any professional teams to cheer for. We are right in the middle of the Cardinals, Royals, and Rangers. My dad grew up a Cardinal fan so he passed on his love of their team to me and my brother.

It has been my lifelong dream to go to the world series. A week before Game 5 of the 2011 World Series, I was offered a ticket to go! Bucket list material right here. I have never been so incredibly shocked and excited about anything in my life. One of my friends gave me a ticket so I, along with 2 other Kappas, skipped class the day of the game and drove to Arlington, TX. Even though the Cards lost that night, they ended up winning the 2011 World Series in Game 7! It was the coolest thing I have experienced and I can only wish to attend more World Series games in the future.

Ranger Stadium
Laura Poe (fellow Cards fan), Caroline Kent (Rangers fan), and myself.

Patrick McKinley (friend from Baylor) and myself.
Of course we had to throw up the key!


"Baseball players are smarter than football players. How often do you see a baseball team penalized for too many men on the field?"-Jim Bouton

"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."-Rogers Hornsby

"The trouble with baseball is that it's not played year round."-Gaylord Perry

"Baseball is dull only to dull minds."-Red Barber

Sunday, August 19, 2012

this little light of mine, i'm gonna let it shine.

All over the world, Your song will resound.
All over the world, Your praises ring out.
We're living to see, Your name and renown.
All over the world.
-Matt Redman


  
Africa. Wow. God is faithful. God is eternal. God is BIG, yet so detailed at the same time. Everyday I was fortunate to taste a little bit of God's goodness. Here are two stories I felt needed to be shared to give you a glimpse of what my eyes saw and my heart felt.

On July 14,2012 we departed from Little Rock, AR. After taking three days to arrive to El doret, Kenya, losing our luggage, getting sick, and adjusting to the food, lack of working toilets and cold showers, we were ready to go. Seriously though, so much happened within the first few days to make anyone question why they agreed to come on this trip. But lucky for us, God is still good despite any inconveniences and continued to have His hand on the trip.

My first incredible experience happened on the second day in the field. Debbie Brown (a lady on my team) and four of our interpreters came upon this hut where a lady was cutting vegetables. It took me longer to get to the hut; but when I did, my interpreter, Jacktone, was speaking to the lady. As he was talking to her in Swahili she started crying. I had Mrs. Debbie catch me up on what was going on. They had already shared the gospel with her and she was eager to accept Jesus. I was so elated to hear of this. Every time someone accepted Christ, Jacktone would speak to them after and encourage them even more. Sometimes he would help them read their bible and show them where to find specific verses. Other times he would encourage them to attend church and press the importance of being in fellowship with other believers. I assumed he was doing just this.  

Turns out this lady's husband left her for another woman and kicked her out of their house so she was staying with a friend. She was heartbroken. Tears were streaming down her face as she told her story. Jacktone told her that God sees her crying and He is there to comfort her. He said a lot more but I couldn't understand it. After he finished, he asked if we would pray for her. Everyone of course agreed. He said, "we are all going to pray over her right now, out loud." Now I've been with others before where we all prayed out loud at the same time. But this time was different. There were 5 people praying in Swahili, and 2 people praying in English. Talk about a wow moment. For the first time in my life, I got a little glimpse of Heaven. 
"After this I looked, and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice: 'Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.' "               Revelation 7:9-10

The few minutes spent praying truly showed me how universal our God is. He understands every language. He heard EVERY single one of our prayers and didn't need a translator. Tears formed in my eyes as I grasped the beauty of this. It gets better. After we prayed, we looked her in the eyes and told her if we never saw her again (because odds are we won't), we would see her in Heaven, where we will spend eternity with her and Jesus. As we told her this (and everyone else who accepted Christ into their hearts this trip), I began to think about the weight of that promise. 

This is what made every thing worth it. The missing luggage for three days, getting sick, walking for miles in the equatorial sun and carrying a heavy backpack full of food and bibles. Anytime I became weak and started to think about the extreme conditions of a third world country, I rested in the fact that it was completely worth it. It was worth it to know they will get to spend eternity with Jesus in Heaven.

Later that week, I experienced another moment that had me crying tears of joy. My team had split up to cover more people so I was the only mzungu (white person) in a hut full of 17 Kenyans. Chickens were running around my feet and cows were right outside the door. It was a surreal moment. I think I might have experienced culture shock at that hut. As I was sitting there thinking just how funny everything was, Jacktone began talking to the family. We quickly realized they were already Christians, so we asked them if they had any prayer requests. As the mom started telling us her request, she began to cry. She was overcome with so much anxiety. Her mom had died within the past year, her dad passed away the week before we got there, and her daughter was about to get married. She was overwhelmed by her stressful circumstances. Jacktone recited the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. The only way I knew he was telling them this story was because those names are the same in English as they are in Swahili. As he explained how God is always with us and protects us when life becomes too difficult to bear, a verse came to my mind. Psalm 34:17-22. These verses were shown to me by a good friend in the 9th grade when I was facing my own hardships. I pulled out the Swahili bible and flipped to what I thought was that verse. Jacktone confirmed with his English bible that I had the right verse so I highlighted it and gave it to the mom. I told Jacktone to explain that this verse has helped me for so long by knowing God is my ultimate source of strength and He promises to be by my side when I face difficult times. A huge smile crept on the mother's face and she thanked us for stopping by. She also asked me to pray over her before we left. I have never felt so excited to pray for someone as I did then.

My heart was bursting with joy. It amazes me that God chooses to use me, a materialistic-overly dramatic-bitter-selfish-the list goes on and on sinner, to perform the work of a perfect and powerful King. I want you to picture this moment with me. I'm sitting in a hut. In the middle of the corn fields. With a family of Kenyans and my interpreters. Chickens running around. Cows moo-ing. And I get to share the same verses that have helped me for so many years, with a mother who doesn't know how to get through each day. Does it get any better than this?

I cannot fully express the gratitude I currently feel in my heart for what God allowed me to experience while being over there. Our team saw over 1,200 people come to know Christ as their Lord and Savior. Hearts were transformed and people started living for a greater cause. All because 27 Americans from a small town in Arkansas chose to obey God's calling for a portion of their summer. However, my two weeks in Kenya were entirely too short. It felt like watching the previews for one of the Bourne movies. When all you want to do is see the rest of the movie right then. Not wait 9 months for it to come out. Someday I hope to return overseas and stay longer than two weeks. I'm not sure when, but I am praying for the opportunity. The opportunity to preach God's word to those who have never owned a bible. To share the news of Jesus Christ. To pray over families who need encouragement. To learn more Swahili. To teach little kids how to call the hogs. And to retrieve the part of my heart that I left behind.
 "The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion-- to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor.     Isaiah 61:1-3 (emphasis mine)
 
This is what my heart beats for.

Callin' those Hogs!

-Morgan Elizabeth