My Own Flesh and Blood.
“Well, what if?”
This was the question that began my whole
approach to coming to Detroit for the first time
in 2016 for the summer. It was a moment
that was subtle: I was just coasting into
planning my summer, but in the midst of
considering summer jobs at the local gym and
babysitting my brothers, I let my mind wander a
little bit. “What if I did something
different?” “Could I really do that?” These
thoughts, coupled with a random link sent to me
by a wise woman, ended up with me packing my
bags and traveling to a place very foreign to my
suburban-Kansas City way of life.
Since that summer, many things have changed.
Detroit has been not only the most
adventurous thing I’ve ever been a part of, but
one of the most cherished parts of my testimony.
I have never been so stretched in my
capacity for love; I am amazed at how quickly
these cheeky teenagers sneak into my heart.
They aggravate you, irritate you, and make
you change every single one of your plans every
day, but you end up loving them more than life
itself. It’s what I imagine having your
own children would be like, your own flesh and
So that’s why I’m back for a second summer and
a subsequent mission year beginning in the fall.
These children are my children and I am at
home in this foreign, chaotic, and fearless
city. And this kind of story shouldn’t
make sense, but it’s perfectly possible when you
begin saying ‘yes’ to the Lord as often as
possible- a breathtaking adventure awaits those
who accept His invitation. So here I am,
loving my work and thrilled for more children to
add to my family; please keep myself as well as
all of the other interns in your prayers (we
totally need them!)
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