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To start off :

 

WHAT'S UP EVERYONE?!

 

 



Alright, so, this one is going to be slightly different than any of my other posts. This post is a flat out open invitation....because I'M GOING TO HAITI BABY!!!! (Read first then I will explain how this is an invitation)

The dates that we have set for this trip are July 2nd-7th, & we're currently scheduled to fly into Port-Au-Prince, and then travel via vehicle two hours to a town called Montrious (to which I had mistakingly been calling "Monsterous"). Located near that village is a school of about 165 children that we'll be spending most of our time at. The school is on the slope of a mountain called Mt.Piat, and it is an underdeveloped area. Although my group has previously gone to this school before, it will be my frist time working with this school in Haiti. While there, we'll be doing a lot of different things there, such as :
A) Building a reservoir for the bathrooms, since the area currently doesn't have a supply of running water for the students.
B) Giving the bathroom two different rooms, each one having a shower (so, this bathroom is quite an important commodity in the area)
C) We're also planning on bringing medical supplies and clothing to the area.

 

But wait Brandon, we still haven't seen any kind of invitation...

 

 

Right! About that!

So, for this trip to happen, I'm extending a threefold invitation!

The first invitation is...

 

1) To prayer.

 

This is, without a doubt, the most important part of everything. My life is living proof of how utterly

helpeless that I am apart from Christ, and so WE NEED PRAYER.

 

2) Financially contributing to the project (combined with prayer).

 

So, the estimated costs for the building, water line, water reservoir, and septic system is about $3000. We are doing fund raising events (garage sales, etc.), but we, as a team, want to be able to invite others to join in on what we're doing. The best way to make sure that your donation is safely done is to send a check to "Allie Powell Missions," which can be sent to :

16916 NW US HWY 441

High Springs, FL 32643

On the memo line, designate it as "Piat School" to ensure the funds that go to the designated area. We're believing to have the funds raised by March 31st.

 

3) Financially contributing to...THIS MANIC HISPANIC (and prayer)

 

So...I love you family. This is where I, personally, need your help. I need help raising the funds to be able to go & to pay for my ticket and whatnot. I'm wanting to raise $800, which should cover for the ticket, hopefully brining supplies and other expenses (food, etc). I have set up a GoFundMe account where donations can be made. Also, PLEASE PRAY FOR ME! I am utterly dependent on God & I need prayer. Thank you all so much for reading this, for being in my life & for any contributions you have made. God bless you fam!

 



(Sic) Flo

Thinking to myself,

how sometimes I can just get so (sic) of myself,

so pour me out like spirits soaked in the earth,

put my wants up on the shelf,

re-aling to realise who's sitting upon the throne,

help this vessel's blood vessels not to pop under pressure..

pressure...precious in Your sight are those who live, breathe,

and die, making you their true delight.

Now I can't quite remember what was pressing me so intently away from Thee,

ah but what a testimony, of a lover's story that you didn't just run away from me.

I'm a harlot at best, left unpaid for my misdeeds and soiled in my old attire.

Yet no more, no more.

Temptation coming from within,

with these eyes serving as isles,

seemingly shipwrecked and wild...

Yet here You stand faithfully,

with every rise and break of the waters of my soul,

leaving you with waves to walk on.

Yet your demeanor stays calm,

You change not in the storm,

anchoring me down,

anchoring me home.

 

I keep on writing hoping to tap into some (sic) flo,

hoping to vomit up enough of the right words to finally be satisfied,

only to find myself continually falling short with words left to describe You,

thinking that I have a leg to stand on with left to my own..

Yet You've never left me,

and I'll never have to remember what it is to be alone.

 

The only (sic) flo left to show is when Jah comes back again,

purging His body of sin like leaven,

the lukewarm being no more.

So let overflo of this mouth

and the meditation of my heart

be tranfixed on He who was, and is from the beginning,

who lives in the present and in the end,

for the lover of my soul

and the penman of my permanent residency.



"I Want Everything"

So lately, my prayer life has looked more of like a wrestling match with God. The Lord has been very clearly ripping weeds out of my heart that have overgrown me. To make a long story short, last night, as I was wrestling with God, I ended up with tears streaming down my cheeks. It was at this point two am, and I have been in bed for hours just bawling my eyes out, frustrated & almost ripping out my hair. As I rolled around, seething through my teeth I asked God, "What do You want from me?!"

His response was sobering to me : "Everything."

I couldn't believe that I had forgotten that Gospel so much : that God is God, and serving Him is Him having the reign in our hearts. God is jealous for our love and affection, and is such a lover that He wants every bit of us. It's a simple reminder, but my friends remember : God doesn't want our things or what we can do for Him. He wants everything. Every bit of our heart and affection. He is the ne that holds our heart, that created our heart, and can fulfill our every desire. Trust in Him who created us for His purposes, and that purpose is to love Him fully.