This will be my last blog post ever on this website. Because we are going through this website because we are switching platforms for everything and it’s kinda been confusing, but this is my new link to my blog. All my old blogs should be on there and my this one should be at the bottom, and it’s going to be a process for me to learn how to use it so please have continued patience as I learn how to use this software. Feel free to contact me with any questions you might have if you have any problems reading my blogs or anything like that and I’ll try my hardest to answer any question you might have.
In July Kentucky got flooded really bad I don’t how much rain they got exactly but from the stories, I heard people whose houses got flooded and even some houses washed away in just a couple of short hours in some places even less than an hour I believe. Kentucky was absolutely devastated SP (Samaritans Purse) left less than 2 weeks before this flood because they were recovering from a flood just the year before. On Saturday, 3-4 weeks ago, all the men and one group of women headed to Jacksonville, Kentucky. We got settled in at the local baptist church Sunday and had orientation on Monday, and then got to work on houses we went through the same schedule till Saturday for the next two weeks. Wake up, leave by 6 to have breakfast with everyone at the local Pentecostal Church, have a Devotional, and then get to work till around 4 go back to the church and either got straight into the shower or wait in line for up to a 1 1/2 hours had dinner and had chores and we would normally be done around 7:30 That was the basis of what we did on a day to day basis but honestly, there were so many powerful testimonies we heard from the community through the flood and how the people we were helping were more focused on the community around then their house and getting it fixed it was so impactful on me and I think all of us.
We also went to a local homecoming football game and let me tell you we did our research.. trying to find out the homecoming theme some people even found every football player’s Instagram and dm’ed them for their homecoming and I even called the school to find this out. So a group of probably 30 people pull up to this football game in this small town and we find out they didn’t even have a pep section of actual high schoolers it was just middle schoolers sitting together watching the game. So we sit with all these middle schoolers and just repping the Breathitt Bobcats like we’ve grown up there our entire lives. I lost my voice during the game, and afterward—we stormed the field and even got to sit down in the postgame huddle. Then one of my squadmates got a dm back after the game and invites us to a volleyball game and they got special permission to let us watch the game for free. The community was so excited to actually get attention and one of the girls on the volleyball team said she wanted to go on the World Race because of the community that supported them. It was just insane to see how such a small thing we did like screaming during a couple of high school games really impacted the community and showed God’s love for them.
We arrived back In Gainsville, GA Saturday evening (2-3 weeks ago) had had two rest days and honestly, I was kind of kicking myself because I completely decided I didn’t need to spend time with God and Monday a couple of people realized we needed a couple of things, and got an uber (my phone case crumbled into pieces so I needed a new one). Before we left I was kinda just apologizing to God for not having a rest with him the last 2 days and was asking for a way to glorify him regardless. Then on the drive back my teammate Anthony aka Tony started talking to our driver and finds out our driver’s dad had been in hospice for 10 years. I then decided to ask do you have any hope in where he’s going after he dies. She’s like “ohhh yeah he’s going to heaven in fact people call me God sensitive” or something like that and we get to hear some of her testimony and she had just recently been homeless and whatnot and was trying to get back on her feet and reconcile with her son. At the end of the drive, we got to pray over her, and afterward gave us this necklace she made out of two different-sized washers and a piece of clothing and they represented the circles of life. the bigger washer was the path easier to find and the path the world follows the smaller one was the path of god and was narrow and hard to find. I just thought it was so special that even though I hadn’t been faithful to God the last past couple days he was faithful and gave me the opportunity to pray over someone that really needed it.
Thank you for sharing what the Lord is doing through you guys! Praying for your transition to life in Cambodia!