Living Life for Christ Alone

The thin figure caught my eye as the team and I gathered back together from evangelizing on the pier in El Salvador. I didn't know if it was a he or she, but this person walked in a rather strange way. He wore tights and a green trench coat. His hair went to his shoulders, and he wore a hat that seemed to fit his look. In his hand he held a blonde doll.  The people I was with also noticed him, and we all watched as he walked by. Suddenly, he turned and saw us watching. "Don't make eye contact," someone warned us. He took a few steps toward us. In his eyes, evil danced, a grin spread across his face that seemed to say, "I see you watching..."

Ok, so its been a while since I last wrote on here. I must say, much has gone on since that last post. God has done much. Many lives have been touched by His great grace and unending love. There have been times when I've felt like crying for joy as I watched Him reach through my feeble life and touch some person's hurting heart. You know, God is so capable of binding up broken hearts! Recently, I was feeling cold and weary. Empty of goodness, because I had passed it on to all and forgotten to get "refills" from God, I struggled to find rest in His presence, but it would not come. I went to pray, and couldn't form my feelings into sentences.