India

Hey guys!
I just wanted to ask for a little bit of prayer.
I really feel like God is telling me to go to India.
My entire life, my whole family has gone on several mission trips. I've had several opportunities to go, but I've never felt called to missions. I think if I had ever gone on one, it would have been like a vacation, and not a mission trip. Does that make sense?
However, about two weeks ago I started to get a real heart for Ethiopia. I don't know why. God had just put it on my heart to pray for Ethiopia, so I have. Then it started getting weird. Every time I did my quiet time, went to church, listened to the radio, whatever, something was said about missions. I was really skeptical as to whether or not it was from God [as if it isn't obvious], considering I'd never felt called before.
Last night, we had two guests at our church: a woman and her son. The were from India. They asked us to pray for India and whatnot, and told their stories. Right from the beginning, a lightbulb went off in my head. It was like God was yelling, "JO! This is IT!" and it just got more and more persistant the longer I listened.
So! With that said, I need you guys to pray for me. For wisdom in knowing what God wants me to do, for finding a way to get to India, all that!
However, that is all for now. There's a little boy who needs my attention. {babysitting!}
Love, Johannah.

[[Reflection]]

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I'm addicted to Diet Mountain Dew. I just want to start with that statement.

I had a legit reason for blogging. I had a very good subject. However, once I pushed the "New Post" button, the idea fled my brain immediately. So! I will post a picture.



The other pictures from this shoot are no bueno. Ugh. It's not fun.

Well. That is all.
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My Millicent Conversation

"Millicent, what do you want to be when you get big?"
"Ummm...a animal."
"What kind of animal?"
"I don't know!"
**3 minutes later, when she finds a toy giraffe**
"NANA! I want to be a daff!"
"A giraffe?! But then people will make fun of your long neck."
"...I will push them down with my neck."



I love three year olds.