Widow's Mite Orphanage

This summer, I will be spending 35 days in San Pedro Sula, Honduras helping two missionaries care for 10 children, between the ages of 5 and 16. These kids were rescued from a horribly abusive situation.

These kids. 

This whole thing technically began in May(ish). Whenever the church retreat was. The preacher, Rosemary Brown preached a LOT about finding our calling. So I started searching and seeking, and God showed me that my calling was to "help the orphan and the widow in their distress."

An Introduction to Emily's Brain.

So, I haven't been blogging these past couple weeks. For one, life has been insanely busy and I've hardly had time to breathe, let alone think up a blog post (Keedy, I will respond to your email. Keep bugging me.) and two I'm sure any blog post I could've written would've been extremely depressing.

Today though, I'm good.

Today, I am loved.

Over the last two weeks, which have been more than difficult, the thing I've most looked forward to (other than the trip to Birmingham for Granny's funeral.), has been church. I've so looked forward to immersing myself in worship. Worship is one of my very favorite things (when I refer to worship I generally mean worship via music, but there are many many other forms of this. but that's a post for another day.) because it's one of the very few only time that the thought part of my brain shuts down.

He Is With Me :)

These last few days have been fantastic, even though I've been sickly. Wednesday night, Kevin pre-preached (the preaching he does BEFORE the sermon. Ha) about how God is always with us, about how He loves us like a father and He just stays with us and wants to be there when we do things and just hang out. I don't know if anyone else remembers that, but that's exactly what I needed to hear. I spent worship and prayer time just thanking God for being there and just being with Him in worship and in love.