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Name: Kate
Birthday: 10/10/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Many things... life, how and why God does what He does, why people do what they do, why I do what I do, and let's just say "the list goes on" because I dont want to bore you with really long lists...
Expertise: Laughing, sleeping, eating, reading, playing, watching, listening... yeah.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
6/6/2005
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| Some of you may have found this on Facebook, so this is for all of you who don't have Facebook. I was sitting through a presentation about orphans last month when I really felt God inspired an idea.
Background information: I've wanted to run an orphanage when I retire for several years now.
So here are the facts that led me to the idea I will soon reveal:
-In many countries, orphans "graduate" from the orphanage when they turn 16. This means they get kicked out.
-10% of those graduated orphans kill themselves within the first year of leaving the orphanage.
-Many/most of the girls become prostitutes because they don't know what else to do.
-Many of the orphanages are graded from a 1 to 6 scale. 6 is cream of the crop and they get an education similar to America. 1 means "sit over there and shut up."
So my idea, which I believe was God inspired, is to have a trade school for orphans. It would be a place graduated orphans can go to receive enough education to get a job, hopefully a good one. It would be a place to show them they can aim high and try to reach that goal. Maybe we could even start a business that would give them some real work experience. Updated brainstorming: I want to teach them English, math, business, computers, culinary arts and communications. The side business would be a little cafe where the students could get some hands-on experience, a job for their resume and a little change in their pocket for when they leave.
I guess I'd start the program in one country and, as soon as it was successfully on its way, I'd start it all over again in another country.
What do you think?!?! Isn't that amazing? Don't you think it's cool and exciting? I still get excited about it and I've been processing it for a few days now. Anyone want to join?
Edits/Explanations
-I do not have a particular country in mind, but at the moment I'm thinking about Eastern Europe.
-Yes, I will probably start this before I retire...I probably won't be moving as fast at the time and I'd like to have the experience under my belt before I get too old. | | |
| Hey guys, I'm processing through some stuff. If you all could pray for me that would be great. I really want to know where God's leading me and what He's trying to tell me. I'm confused at the moment and could really use His peace. | | |
| SO I'm driving back to the Uni when something that's a smoky brown and grey color walks in front of my car. No, not jumping, not skampering, not running...like any smart critter would do...it was WALKING. What was it? A deer. (Note the title of this depressing little tail...lame pun intended..both of them) I was really blessed to see the doe when I did because I was able to slam on the brakes a move the car to the far left of my lane. I didn't swerve much. Maybe I should have a little more. Then I might have missed her. So I hit the deer and start to cry...turn around into a gas station...cry...call my parents (scared them to death when the first words I said were "I hit a deer"...mom was fortunate to make out the words)...and did I mention that I cried? I rolled a skunk once when I had my permit. I cried a lot because I thought I'd killed it. Now multiply my love for this beautiful deer and image what the tears were like. The deer is still alive....I think. We (mom, dad, and dave came down to help me out) didn't see a blood trail and the doe had hobbled away. She was dragging her back leg though. I damaged her leg up really bad (from what I could see across the street in the dark). My car? It's alive, too. She banged up my right headlight. Actually, I think she hit the tip of the hood, which broke the light, bent/dented the hood a bit and chipped a piece off of the tip of my car. I think I actually got the better end of the deal when you consider what the deer is going through. This may sound ridiculous, but please pray for that poor deer. I feel really bad about hitting her. You might want to pray for my nerves too. They're on the line right now anyway, and the accident didn't help. So that is the tail of doe...I mean, tale of woe. | | |
| For a while now, I’ve been challenged about my pride and my self-confidence/façade. Will I hand that over to Him? Will I admit that I am nothing without Him? That I can do nothing with an eternally successful end without His hand being involved? Will I give Him my troubles and admit that I can’t change anybody? I’m placing them in His hands with the hopes that I don’t try to snatch them back into my own imaginary power. I feel the Spirit leading me across the ocean to write about what God’s doing in other places, to minister to those in other lands, to witness and disciple the lonely. I’m excited. I feel like taking on Satan and his armies of demons with one hand behind my back. I’m so sure God’s with me wherever I go. Then I cower in fear of what could happen. I worry about my own safety and look at my distrust with disgust. What am I willing to give up to follow the Lord who created me, loves me, forms me into His will day in and day out? Tonight, there was a simulation of the persecuted church. How did it go? How would you even measure success? I don’t know. Is it by not denying the Father? Is it by making it to the each check-point? Is it by singing Jesus’ name loudly as the guards shout at us to keep marching to the jail or to our doom? These are good things, but are they necessarily the only eternal things? At the end we were given these questions. The one thing that was made evident was that the only answer everyone agreed on was that the Bible declares that those who faithfully believe God to the end will be blessed with His eternal presence. I do feel called to many places, including the dangerous and unattractive ones. Tonight gave me a chance to acknowledge the dangers in a way I probably wouldn’t completely grasp unless I experienced some version of them. I feel divided. Half of me wants to cower under the bed and pray for people from afar. The other half of me wants to storm the gates of Hades and take people out of Satan’s grasp and pray for them face-to-face. I suppose this is normal. Even if you look at heroes, fear is not absent. It’s just that the desire to achieve something greater than fear prevails. I’m not by any means a hero or saint, but I want to have the same attitude. Even Jesus was afraid of the pain of the cross and being entirely separated from the Father for a time, but He kept going because He knew the higher purpose. Who wants to take up their cross with me? | | |
| Well, I survived the week. I sorta feel like a truck ran over me, but that was mostly from yesterday's big event. It was worth it and was very successful, but I'm exhausted right now. Thanks for the prayers! Here's a comic from some friends' of mine. 
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