By Sharif Paget and Helen Regan, CNN
(CNN) Ethiopia planted more than 353 million trees in 12 hours on Monday, which officials believe is a world record.
The burst of tree planting was part of a wider reforestation campaign named "Green Legacy," spearheaded by the country's Prime Minister Abiy Ahmed. Millions of Ethiopians across the country were invited to take part in the challenge and within the first six hours, Ahmed tweeted that around 150 million trees had been planted.
All with LOVE please dont hesitate to message me, just may be a delay :P
After my exam, DE will be getting a MAJOR uplift & changes will be made!
The United Nations has quoted in 2007, 1,300 people in Ethiopia were sheltered in the result of the victimization of Human Trafficking (including sex slavery, labor trafficking, organ trafficking) but in 2007, Ethiopia's population exceeded well over 77 million.
2007, over 77 million people and only 1,300 were sheltered. How many were shut out? We must end this.
Click here for the full UN Global report
Yuuuup thats right! Emabet has given birth to another beautiful baby girl named Meheret! Bereket is now a big sister!!!
They are doing really well as you can see in the photos these donations really go a long way! I can't wait to expand reach more families! By God grace we will be there soon! Stay in touch for Bereket's update this week as well!
Meet Bereket (Mita, on the left), and Efrata (on the right).
These two have minds of a sponges and are eager to learn!
Please check out how you can support the renovation cost of opening an After school program focused on educating our girls who are vulnerable to human trafficking.
We are SO excited to be hitting HALF the goal raised on our GoFundMe for our After School Program!!!
I'd like to to show you the before photos, of before we renovate! The girls were thinking painting the room pink! Whatchall think? ha they are so girly, it be we super cute! I cant wait to see the transformation!
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Heyyyy Guys!!! Its been super quiet EVERYWHERE, from Youtube, to IG, to even updates because of an unforeseen circumstance. My baby, my beloved, my one and only.... CAMERA got damaged.
Yes, Pointdexter has lost its point, and zoom! He mysteriously got liquid on the inside while nannying.
So YES this puts a LOT of things on hold, and this is like the WORST season to not have a camera AND to be in mid campaign.....ugh it SUCKS. Just pray for us cause we need a cameraaaaaaaaa.
Just ordered a couple of these super inexpensive @leapfrogofficial for these two cuties in #ProjectME, curtesy of @bashiamarion’s donations! They are gonna flip out & it will help with their English practice!
Bashia is also featured as a TOP Donor on our website which you can see here: http://www.dearethiopia.org/top-donors.htmlThank you for your donations you’ve been contributing for years now 😘. It’s going a long way!
Debre Zeyit, Ethiopia 2014
Photo Credit: Camille Jael @itsethidopeian
* Ethiopia declares two days of national mourning
Addis Ababa declares state of mourning for Gambela victims, gives no new information on fate of 100 kidnapped children.
Hamza Mohamed | 20 Apr 2016 07:01 GMT | War & Conflict, Africa, Ethiopia
Ethiopia has declared two days of national mourning for 208 people killed in cross-border cattle raids during which the government says more than 100 children were also kidnapped.
Parliament said in a statement carried by state media that flags would be flown at half-mast across the country, and in its foreign missions, from Wednesday.
It gave no further information about the missing children.
The raids last week happened in three districts of Gambela, in the country’s west, when attackers from neighbouring South Sudan crossed into Ethiopia.
Gambela straddles the border of the two nations and is home to more than 280,000 South Sudanese refugees fleeing a civil war that has raged for more than two years, forcing at least one million people from their homes.
READ MORE: Ethiopia attack - 200 people dead, 100 children missing
Prime Minister Hailemariam Desalegn said on Monday that his government was working with the government in South Sudan to hunt down the attackers.
The attackers were not South Sudanese government forces or rebels, according to Hailemariam.
“The atrocities committed by armed militants from South Sudan’s Murle tribe claimed the lives of 208 mothers and children. They also abducted 102 children,” he said, giving a lower figure for the kidnappings than the 108 previously given by government officials.
Ethiopia’s Information Minister Getachew Reda told Al Jazeera on Sunday that the army had killed at least 60 of the attackers, and that the government was willing to pursue more across the border.
Cross-border cattle raids, often involving Murle tribesmen from South Sudan’s Upper Nile and Jonglei regions, are not uncommon in the area. Previous attacks, however, were much smaller in scale.
* This was not written by me, but can be found at http://www.aljazeera.com/news/2016/04/ethiopia-mourns-attack-victims-news-missing-kids-160419160546325.html
Sorry for the delayed update, I’ve been dealing with my own personal death of my grandmother. 4.6.16 as we had her memorial services on Sunday. RIP MOM
Armed men from South Sudan have killed over 200 people, wounded over 75, taken 2,000 head of livestock, and over 100 children have gone missing among many others in a cross-border raid into Ethiopia. This massacre was executed in the Gambela region.
* Photo Credit: Andreea Campeanu / Reuters
Dear Ethiopia, Lets Pray...
OMG I cant with her cuteness! :D….I mean just look at that smile
Well as for me, in addition to my classes I am working on my 30pg research analysis over the data I collected over the summer.
I am also working on starting a campaign for people in Ethiopia. The past years people have donated their old clothes, which is GREATLY valued & deeply appreciated; but I want to develop maybe a site where I can find deals on specific needs on individuals I’ve came across and purchasing them new or fairly new items!
For Example, I found this beautiful dress (photo above) for Bereket that she needs (not because I spoil her :P…jk…) for $12 on AliExpress. It came out really nice & I thought it would be cute for her lil friends to have them in different colors.
I think it is important to show when giving, you’re not just giving scraps (not implying thats what anyone did)! But how much more of an impact could we have on an individual who is lacking to receive not only cute but new items. Enabling a sense of ownership & not someone’s hand-me-downs (although those are great too! Just not when they should be thrown away)
For the campaign I would display the dress & price, link the address to purchase, have a mini bio dedicated to her & her size. Then once someone purchases it, the item would be checked off the list. Almost like a “donation” registry.
Usually I’ll ask some of the girls what their needs are and I cannot get them all on my own as a college student working 20hrs a week. So if you know anyone who could help me or recommend any websites I could sign up for to bring life to this dream that would be AWESOME!
Hey guys! I hope you are all enjoying your Holiday season! As most of you know, I had a “Henna 4 Hope” party on Saturday to help get some of the women out of crisis. The goal was $150 and……
*insert drum roll*
I am pleased to announce that we made over $200!!! Which is over 4500 Ethiopian Birr, & with such sort notice I am really thankful for everyone’s participation!
I want to shout out Henon (Lily) for although being miles away was the first person to donate! Thanks so much girl for you support
Thanks to everyone who came to the Henna party & especially Reda for donating your bomb henna skills!
The exact number will be announce once I send it in a couple days, because I am still expecting more donations :)
Here are a few more photos!
Arriving into Canada’s international airport I was directed and lead to the wrong line which caused my to miss my connecting flight. The guy was busy texting he just said I “needed” to go and pick up my luggages and take them upstairs, and pointed me in the direction with the other Ethiopians. After wasting 25 mins and several trips back and forth, I finally went up to someone else I was informed that US citizens’ luggages are already upstairs. I jet up stairs…heated at this point to find that plane is boarding & I cannot get on and the next flight wasnt for another 4 hours.
Disappointed is an understatement when it comes to Air Canada. Not flying with them any time soon.
Then the next day, and for the next several weeks I found myself in OSU’s financial aid office because my scholarships and grants were completely messed up. Turns out somewhere, somehow, OSU thought I already received my bachelors degree. After 9 weeks of verification some of my grants finally come in….
But I’m thinking like WHAT degree? If so handed over, I can bang out early!
Now remember, I just spent the ENTIRE summer in Ethiopia, as well as last summer. Which means that those months I could not work, and I was heavily relying on my aid. Also, during the school year I was saving money for the trip. Savings & checking accounts have been completely depleted. Not to mention that although I had both my debit and credit with me in Ethiopia. They were BOTH used by someone spending a couple thousands of dollars on JustFab, UDF, KFC and random other place.
The Lord had to literally provide my taxi trip (which is $40USD) from Debre Zeyit to Addis, because ya girl didnt have it. Thank you Yared for helping me out!!!
With my bank accounts on 0, and financial aid trippin’ rent is coming up, cell phone needs to be turned on & gas needs to be in the tank so why not get a job? Well the work study I was supposed to be granted, wasn’t because of OSU’s financial aid mishap. I just started working about 2 weeks ago, and OSU’s policy is you have to work about a month before you get your first pay check. So the struggle bus continues….On top of stressing about paying bill, OSU drop me from my classes, threatening my projected graduation date of May 2016.
So class= a wreck
Finances as well.
Next stop the home life….
Lordt. Jesus. Pray for me please(:
Part two will be later :) stay tuned.
Typical day of my last few weeks in #Ethiopia. Buying Sambusa from big Meseret & Chai from Little Meseret, as we are taking a small break from an interview with Nigist’s help. 😊(at Bishoftu, Shewa, Ethiopia)
“Oh, I am like Sammy & Cam!
Where she at, I am!
I’m her bestie, yes ma’am,
No you can’t steal my fran!”
(Ignore our eyebrows, we were young, ha just focus on them LAID edges!)
Ha, Man although I am over 7k miles away from the lil street we grew up on, the absence of her presence is still very near. I’ve had a couple post on Instagram, snapchat about the lost of my sister, but I regret posting some of them… I felt obligated to tell people I was hurting when I just wanted to be alone.
I can still recall everything that happened when I got the news. I was at work, and I texted her how she was doing through iMessage on my Mac because my phone had died and I was without my charger. We were talking about coming to see each other’s first house/apartment, and how she would stay the night during midterms and finals because I was closer to campus. We caught up on this an that, and she was asking me about my work study, after I told her how chill it was, and we were hiring I was gonna ask my boss if she can work with us. Then I left to volunteer with the youth on the westside. I came back and was chillen with my roommate in the living room watching TV and talking. Then I got a call from my mom asking had I heard the news, that Samirah had past. I remember saying “WHAT!?!” and running upstairs into my room to get my jacket so i can go for a drive so no one could see me; but I didn't make it. I told my mom “No were JUST talking! Thats impossible!” So as I hung up the phone and made my way upstairs into my closet and I couldn't hold it in. I fell on the floor bursting into tears trying not to make too much noise while enduring this pain. Then I heard one of my roommates say “Is she crying?” So I put my hand over my mouth the suffocate the loud uproar that was uncontrollably flowing from my body.
One of my roommates helped me take of my jacket, which I only successfully mafr one arm in my sleeve. And I began shaking and crying sooo hard I couldnt even speak. Even now as I type, the muscles in my arms and hands are revisiting that encounter. As much as I fought, but I couldn’t stop shaking and crying. I’ve never been so distant from my body where my emotions had complete control! I was guided to my bed, I was crying so hard I had to run to the bathroom from almost choking and throwing up. There was a weeping that came from me, my spirit screaming “OOOH”, but I honestly had no control over my mouth. I had to let this pain take it’s course and fully have authority of my body. Yes it was scary.
I woke up the next day with a sore throat, a lost of voice, and an absence from the person who knew me best!
We grew up together on the same street, and went to the same middle school. So form 6th-8th grade I’d see her everyday and spent pretty much (if not every) after school day at her house when I “conveniently” left my key. We’d copy each other homework, and helped work on projects together. But even after going to separate high schools didn’t hinder our friendship. I was still always over…leaving my keys, we’d shared hair tips as we were the original naturals (before it was “cute”) and still helped each other with classes since we were both at early college high schools. She is good at natural sciences and I am better at social sciences. We helped each other practice for the drivers test, I remember going into the parking lot down the street and helping her with her maneuverability…
Then I graduated and went to OSU, and she had one more year left of high school because her high school was a five year program. The following year is when we became a lil distant when she went to Toledo. Ha she hated that school! But even that didnt stop us, we’d still Facetime in between study breaks. I’d complain about my crazy roommates and she’d tell me about how ghetto Toledo was. Although we’d never stepped a foot each other’s campus we knew exactly what our dorms looked like. Until she came and visited my dorm where I met Durrell (her boyfriend at the time) for the first time face to face after the years of hearing his voice over the phone. She’d also talked about how he was helping her deal with the craziness at Toledo where he attended also.
Then she started applying for OSU for the fall! She sent me her essay and I helped her with it, and it was about the first time she had heart surgery and her family. Later she got accepted, we were to be reunited in school! I could finally effortlessly excel in those natural sciences :P
That summer I left for Ethiopia for 9 weeks, and whenever I had a strong enough connection we’d iMessage or Facetime (S/o to Apple tho). I came back and of course went over to her house, we caught up on summer travels and mishaps, exchanging photos and talking about any drama we were dealing with. One of the days I was over, her dad walked in and was surprised to see me, he said “its real nice to see y'all two girls still friends after all these years” while grinning “real nice!” We’d just smiled and went back to our business!
Twins that were born almost a month a part…
You see Samirah and I were the type of friends that always got each other. She KNEW me & I knew her. Our moms were friends and they would always walk in and complain, “they not even talking, how are they even hanging out”, but we WERE communicating! Always. (Mainly through facial expressions, eyebrow raises and noises “mhmm”) We’d literally make inside jokes in any given second, and any time we’d try to do something slick there was no need in explaining, we’d just follow suite. We were the same, but had enough differences to balance each other out! We weren’t boy crazy, we weren’t about that “turn up” life, we weren’t starving for attention of others, we were both just cool and laid back and trying to make it.
Actually, now that I am reflecting on it. It’s kind of weird it was like our spirits were twins. We’d had each other’s back, and was down for what ever! I literally had no problem talking to her about ANYTHING, as I’ve been doing it for years (and vise versa). Not worried about hidden thoughts, reading in between people’s lines, or any of that back stabbing fake stuff you have to worry about today. Like she was a bomb friend and if I was needing something from her I never had to worry or overthink if I could get it from her…it was already mine. Everyone needs a friend like that.
The day of her funeral was so hard! She past on Wednesday and her funeral was on Friday. When I seen her light pink casket roll past me all I could think is “that surely that cannot be MY friend in there!” Everything felt like a twisted joke or dream. Then we went into the grave site, and I was walking back to the car holding my breath so I wouldnt cry I ran into Morgan (Sam’s niece’s mother). And she said “….Samirah didnt open up to a lot of people, but she opened up to you!” then I started crying again “Awee I didnt mean to make you cry!” I continued back to the car.
If only I could burry the agony with her body….
But after the funeral I expected things to get easier when till this day almost 11 mo after the pain is all too familiar. Right after her passing (I’m guessing) some people hadn’t heard the news were texting me “Camille, can you give me a ride to here” “Sis, can you help me with this?” It started to drive me crazy! Not a hello, wassup, how are you doing? I KNOW you’ve seen several of my post, heck you “liked” it. Then I would be in a room full of people rather church, or some event on campus that considered me their “sister or friend” yet had NO clue what was going on. I had to pull away and sort out my thoughts on my own, I picked up more hours at work and busied my self with my studies.
There was one time I was at the campus Bible study and someone walking from across the room towards was like “Hey, I seen your post that your friend died…are you okay?” I held my breath and said “I’m FINE.”. Said “Are you sure”, still not breathing “Yes”. And that was that, for me and maybe this is just me, but I am not about to open up to a room full of people whom I dont know, and expose how deep this cut is and burst out in tears. And for what? You know what I am going through, I cry and revisit those emotions, but the next few days I dont hear from you lol I’m not about that life either. Ahh another time, I was at home I was like I cant believe all this is happening (as there was a series of unfortunate events) and one of my roommates (not the one from that night) replied “it is what it is.” It literally took the ENTIRE Holy Spirit not for me jump across the room and punch her. Or when that same person said the day of her funeral “you should go to class and get back into the swing of things,” like anything would ever be the same again. Yea this whole mourning stage wasn’t going as I planned. I wasnt trying to make any new friendship, or attempt maintain the ones that had. But that didnt bother me, the worst thing was I didnt have Samirah here to help me deal with her death, to talk me through it and make me laugh again! So don’t judge my story on the chapter you walked in on, that was definitely the climax lowest point.
Am I still bitter about how some people reacted, lol it sounds like it (I am working on it), and do I appreciate those who were there for me, of course! S/o to Metzlal for holding me down that night, Sesen & Mical for always letting me vent on your couch. Of course my Bashintosh :) . Tiaira for checking up on me without even have access to the posts about Samirah, but just because, and Pastor Brian for letting me talk about what was all happening. Most importantly Durrell! Sam’s fiancé, he has helped me so much! He reminds me Samirah, in the beginning I almost wanted to avoid him because their similarities brought her back. He does the lil things that Samirah and I used to do (like those annoying HAPPY BIRTHDAY text ad midnight with each letter getting it own text). And for everyone else I didn’t mention because these emotions are running course on my mind!
When she past, it literally felt like my soul was ripped and a piece of it died. If Mary felt any more pain than I did that night when her precious baby boy was hung on the cross Im not sure how she made it, but she did.
So I am making it, pain still comes for visit as pleases. I recently had a dream that my mom and her mom was talking and I was walking down the street and she was there and she told me it was a misunderstanding. So we continued down the streets and I fell on my knees worshiping and thanking God. I know we will be reunited, but until then I can only dream. It still feels like she is just on a long vacay and I am waiting for those “hey sis” text. Sometimes I think “Okay, God I get it, I get the point You’re making You can bring her back again like Lazarus” (even though I know thats not right). But I dont have any regrets, she was at her dream school and she met a soulmate. We’ve never done each other wrong, I only wish we took more pictures along the ride. And I only fear the future memories that she isnt apart of. Like graduation, Law school, traveling, and each others my wedding.
So yall pray for my strength & healing and for me to become comfortable with this vulnerability as September 17th approaches and we plan her Tribute and anniversary.
Rest in Peace Samirah, I would do absolutely anything to bring you back. If there was only Facetime in heaven! I miss you, we all miss you and I cant wait till we are reunited again. But thanks for literally being there, through the good and bad times. Thanks for a friendship that can never be replicated but only hoped for. Thanks for being that ride or die, that was down for what ever and never changing a beat. You’ll always have a place in my heart that no can fill and you could never be forgotten! Have fun worshipping in Heaven with our Father, I love you.
Yea she Cold
If you take one lit match, and touch it with another unlit one what happens? Does that match lose some of its fire? Does that match now become weaker? Does it lose it’s value? NO! There is a beautiful combustion and both flames are now throughly on Fire!
Ahhh another over due post! Well, quick update as of lately I’ve been blazin’ it up with my Blazers this month! Every Saturday at “You Go” Church there is an awesome conference and through out the week we have been going out to the streets of Addis Ababa and flooding it with the spirit of The Lord. I wish I could spend more time in the city but honestly I miss my ladies (and my Yohannes Bear)
On Friday, there was street clean up with plenty of things to clean and we drew attention by not only our large crowd but our mighty performances as well(:
And Sunday we went out for Charity! We broke up into five groups of approx. five and went to different households that were beneficiaries of a program. We sat and talked listened to their stories, laughed, told jokes, cried and prayed. We also gave them groceries and some birr (money).
I was placed at an 18 year old’s “house” who recently lost his mother last year. He is also taking care of his 9 year old brother who suffers from HIV and his (i believe) 13 year old sister who is disabled in a wheel chair. Unfortunately he had to put his sister up for adoption, which you could imagine how painful that must have been to endure. He visit her weekly, but its hard because he tried to carry out his mother wishes in caring for his family. So with his sick brother he shares a one room house with one bed, and one light that is dimmer than my iPhone’s flashlight. His entire house is smaller than the room I’m staying in my guesthouse. I think its honestly about half that size!
Well pray for us Blazers as we keep the fire burning day and night and be a constant witness for Christ(: Not being conformed to the church building but reaching those who cant make those weekly trips!
“Love is kind and patient,
never jealous, boastful,
proud, or rude.
Love isn’t selfish
or quick tempered.
It doesn’t keep a record
of wrongs that others do.
Love rejoices in the truth,
but not in evil.
Love is always supportive,
Love never fails! Everyone who prophesies
and unknown languages
will no longer
All that we know
will be forgotten.
We don’t know everything,
and our prophecies
are not complete.” -1 Corinthians 13:4-9
“Lord Whhhhhhhy are my braids so tight”
…I woke up around 3 or 4 something this morning with this thought. I just got my hair braided last night, and started waking up complaining. Then I thought, maybe there is a reason for me to be up besides my over sensitive scalp being stretched in every direction.
*Eyebrows on fleek, Edges laid!* *Home girl in the background yes YAAAAS YOU BET-TA. SHE FINNA, SHE FINNA!*
*Gets back to serious accordance*
This reminded me of my last year’s trip, when I was awaken by the mosque’s call to prayer at like 5am and I was like “Lord what is he even saying, hitting not one note or pitch this early in the morning.” Then God said pray. So I began pray, “just words escaping his mouth, and the sound waves fill this area Lord flood Your Holy Spirit in this place! Let ever ear hear sound of sweet Word and let not the praises of men or the things of this world be pleasing anymore! During this time of Ramadan, of their praying & fasting, let this be an undeniable encounter with you Jesus! Please let there be visions of Your ways and revelations of who You are! Holy Spirit fall down like fire and consume and baptize this land, and everyone who posses it.”….etc And every time I was awaken by the mosque (or the dumb little birds who would fly into my window scaring me half the death) I would do so.
Then I decided to listen to Pastor Brian’s message of “Leading like Jesus” for the Umpteenth time… This is another timely message and I invite you all to listen or download by clicking HERE.
While I was listening to it I couldn’t help but think of my little baby!
As of lately there has been a lil trouble being stirred up (by little I mean a lot). The program that I was in last year (and she is still under) doesn’t like the new program I am in now, and is really upset with me spending time with people in their program including her. So I can see that they are really going to try to cut off all of our contact..its already been really difficult sneaking around, I haven’t seen her in well over a week. They found out through a Video that I posted (I think it was the one where we went to Go-Karting :P ). So from now on I have to be reeeeeeally discrete and I’m thinking about putting a password on my blog for access (which will be simple and free to give out, just message me if I do!).
So I began to really worry about what the future would look like. Like how am I going to spend time with her? Our time is already limited, they have a lot of power, what if they manipulate it and do something crazy..like take away all their support? What does this mean? Why are they even tripping…they know my heart, and at the end of the day aren’t we supposed to be serving the same God!
Then I started thinking about the whhhyyys. Not the cool curious ones, but the condescending ones. Like the questions people would would ask. Like why was I so invested in her and her mom. How and why did I started this relationship. lol and the only response as a cop-out I could say was “The Holy Spirit”, because thats the only thing that makes sense. Even while I’m here, same questions just different accents. Sometimes I get stares and hard looks when we are out. I wonder if people know about her past lifestyle of prostitution, or if it because of the difference of our socioeconomic status. Or they think that I should just give up on her. Like for what? Let us live! lol Just one of the annoying prices.
Dont get me wrong, Emabet can be very stubborn and Bereket is a cry baby and acts up when she is sleepy. So its not all rainbows and butterflies
I can’t answer WHY God put this in my heart, but I cannot deny that He did. And what little information I have, with little room I have to move, day by day God opens my heart and reveals Himself through our bonding time. One thing I am being taught is unconditional love (which is a never ending subject). Some of those close to me know, that on my birthday I found out that Emabet was kicked out of her rental place because of lack of payment by the org and went back into prostitution. I tried not to, but I cried. Not because of “the sin” necessarily, but what this really meant. 1) an organization whom I greatly sowed into was manipulating funds without concern for them (and probably others in the program). 2) that after being in the program for this long her heart truly has not changed. She is still the same. That this $$ support is greatly needed and beautiful, when its there, but that cannot be the final step. She needs counseling, and most important a fresh baptism of the Holy Spirit. Not the old anointing from her childhood. I am looking for a Christian counselor that is from Hadiya, and speaks the language because Emabet’s Amharic is horrible. So if anyone knows any please contact me. But I love them and I love to give to these two who can never “repay” me in the world’s sense. Honestly, truth is I get so much reward in those smiles, and uncontainable laughter. And all things come together for His goodness…right? Not for the sake of gaining “cool points” in heaven another or rubies in my crown or so…or even for my "christian social circle". But for the sake of love in His name sake!
Well… by the time I finished these thoughts and hearing pastor Brian say “I’m almost finished” another time HA. There it was. Islamic/Arabic reading of the Qu’ran filling the the city… and I began again to pray for our community “…just words escaping his mouth, and the sound waves fill this area Lord flood Your Holy Spirit in this place! Let ever ear hear sound of sweet Word and let not the praises of men or the things of this world be pleasing anymore!….
Welp I dont know how this is all going to play out. Especially with the org not to happy with me right now. Ha maybe we will reach some type of agreement, maybe God will move on their hearts, or maybe it will be difficult. God only knows. But what I do know, the last time wasn’t the last time I am going to see them. Because God isn’t finished with the work He is doing in them, and in the work He is completing in me. And I don’t serve a God of incomplete. Amen.
Here are some more photos of my lil baby. :D
^ YUP THAT MY BEST FRIEND, THAT MY BEST FRIEND! SHE FINNA!
I was carefree and thought,
“I’ll never be shaken!”
You, Lord, were my friend,
and you made me strong
as a mighty mountain.
But when you hid your face,
I was crushed.
I prayed to you, Lord,
and in my prayer I said,
“What good will it do you
if I am in the grave?
Once I have turned to dust,
how can I praise you
or tell how loyal you are?
Have pity, Lord! Help!”
You have turned my sorrow
into joyful dancing.
No longer am I sad
and wearing sackcloth.
I thank you from my heart,
and I will never stop
singing your praises,
my Lord and my God.- Psalm 30
Ha, in Addis its better but due to the elections here in Bishoftu there is absolutely no 3G. Hopefully after they announce the winning party it will be better!
Soooooo….Of course on my first day I had to see with my Baby!
These past few days at the hope house have been really amazing! Its been really good connecting and spending time with the women! I finished writing up the survey, and will be administrating them soon. So I’ll get to know the women in a deeper level! Really excited about that!
Also I will be in addis tomorrow! Cant wait to reconnect with my long lost twin!
I am also anxiously anticipating the Blaze movement and its beginning! Its gonna be awesssssoooooooommmmeee! Please pray for us! If you dont know what I am talking about just go to facebook and type in Blaze movement! its going to be a might move of God!
Weeeelp thats enough for this post! God willing you will hear from me soon!
አባቴ ትቶኝ የጠፋው ገና ትንሽ ልጅ ሆኜ ነው፡፡ የአባት ፍቅር ሳላውቅ ነው ያደኩት፡፡ አባቴ ቢኖር ህይወቴ ምን እንደሚመስል እንኳን አላውቅም፡፡ ለመመለስ ቢወስን ግን ረፍዶበታል ፣ እርሱን ሳላውቅ ሙሉ ሰው ሁኜ ስላደኩ፡፡ ነገር ግን፣ ዛሬ እግዚአብሔር ከሁሉ የበለጠ አባት እንደሆነኝ ተረድቻለሁ፡፡ በእርሱ ፍቅርም እተማመናለሁ፡፡ የስጋ አባቴም ይህንን እንዲያውቅና እርሱም የእግዚአብሔርን ፍቅር እንዲያይ እመኛለሁ፡፡ ነገር ግን፣ አባቴ የት እንዳለ አላውቅም፡፡
Hey beauties, its Camille(: 25, The Ohio State Alumna.
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