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i am so blessed.

goodness gracious. i am so blessed.

although this waiting period has been incredibly difficult, it has been good. i am so thankful for the time that i had to try to allow God to prepare me for this adventure. He has taught me a lot in this time. mostly about how loved and blessed i am.

countless numbers of people have brought joy and comfort into my anxious heart with kind words and prayers. thank you.

i have had many beautiful and some very difficult conversations.

i have had time with family and friends that was fulfilling and genuine.

the list of blessings could continue on and on.

thank you for all the support, love and many prayers. thank you for reminding me that this adventure is not mine alone, it is ours as a body of believers. we all get to take part.

if i was supposed to call you and i haven't...i will.

i am leaving bright and early in the morning (well, this morning now) for new york. i will be there for 2 weeks of training.

on the 13th of october we will be comissioned.

on the 14th of october we (erin and i) will leave for mongolia at 2 in the afternoon.

on the 15th of october we will arive in mongolia at 11 in the evening.

if you didn't catch that...it is a lonnng travel day. and flying is not my favorite thing. if you've flown with me, you know.

so, i'll say thank you again and i'll ask you to keep praying. join me on this journey. i need you.

i want to leave you with a prayer. something that has been an encouragement to me in this time. i pray it for all of you::

O Lord,
open my eyes that i may see the needs of others;
open my ears that i may hear their cries;
open my heart so that they need not be without succor;
let me not be afraid to defend the weak because of the anger of the strong,
nor afraid to defend the poor because of the anger of the rich.
show me where love and hope and faith are needed,
and use me to bring them to those places.
and so open my eyes and my ears
that i may this coming day be able to do some work of peace for thee.

amen.

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  1. Glad you are safe in NYC. I am praying for you. love you bunches. Aunt Karen

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  2. Psalm 91:2 I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust."

    We are blessed beyond words by you. We love you. Praying without ceasing.

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  3. You are such a delight! Thank you for your candidness and incredible perspective on things. You know you are blessed because your eyes are toward God in all things. A person can learn a lot from you, Holli...I already have. Watch out Mongolia! :) What a blessing you will be. Thanks for letting me join you on this journey. I am with you in prayer...

    Much Love,
    Julie

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