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scary awesome.

"Whether we think of; or speak to, God, whether we act or suffer for him, all is prayer, when we have no other object than his love, and the desire of pleasing him.

All that a Christian does, even in eating and sleeping, is prayer, when it is done in simplicity, according to the order of God, without either adding to or diminishing from it by his own choice."

John Wesley

One month from yesterday (September 14th) I will be going to Mongolia. I am leaving for training, in New York, on September 29th.

The most important thing that I can do now is to pray. This quote from John Wesley was shared with me recently and in response to it we decided that if we actually believed that "All that a Christian does, even in eating and sleeping, is prayer..." that our lives would glorify and they would be "scary awesome."

Our lives would point to the creator of the universe that made us capable of everything we do.

My prayer for the next month is to make my life a prayer. And I pray that "when it is done..." it is done in "simplicity, according to the order of God, without either adding to or diminishing from it by his own choice."

Pray with me?

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  1. LOVE: the blog, the picture on the blog, the blog contents...everything! So excited to follow you on your adventure!

    P.S. I will definitely pray with you. :)

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  2. Holli!!! So good to see you Saturday! Know that I am and will always be praying for you! Love you!

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  3. it is "scarey awesome". I love you, mom

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