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Write 31 Days 2017

November 1, 2017 Jacqui
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My family and I recently took a step in faith to pursue full-time missionary status and are in the process of raising funds. It's become increasingly clear, as we reflect on the past, that the Lord has been preparing us for this, but even still, there are often days where we wonder, how the heck did we get here?? I mean, really...

How does an upper middle class country girl who never really wanted kids wind up twenty years later in the inner city as a missionary and mother of five? If you find yourself intrigued, you'll want to stick around and watch the story unfold. 

Because the short of it is, God has drastically changed my heart through this imperfect city and its people. The longer I've lived here, the less I know for sure. Black and white issues like poverty, addiction, homelessness, prostitution, and teen pregnancy fade to grey when you're no longer merely staring at a label but an actual human face with real emotions, pain, potential, and value.

This month I'll explore some of the key moments God opened my eyes and heart toward missions, interactions with people that shattered what I thought I knew about myself and others, and snippets of the upside-down truth I've learned along the way.

And my hope is that as you journey along with me, God will open your eyes, widen your arms, and expand your infinite potential to love your neighbor. Even more, that He would instill in you a fire and conviction to act on your heart change. Because our world would be a better place if more of us had hearts like Gods. Join me?

Complete List of Posts:

  • i saw the sign /or/ smells like teen spirit

  • city mouse /or/ childhood daydreams

  • the junkie mom at the park /or/ unexpected admiration

  • it's temporary /or/ "yes" can change everything

  • just one more dollar /or/ the american dream

  • the privilege to speak truth /or/ hello from the other side

  • holy burnout /or/ i can't perform for you, God

  • when home isn't home /or/ in the city but not of it

  • SWAT in the driveway /or/ this is the new normal

  • the mom beating her son /or/ finding common ground

  • running the race with Jesus /or/ grace for the road

  • the designer home "promised land" /or/ .... {part 1}

  • the designer home "promised land" /or/ the path not taken {part 2}

  • inversely proportional income /or/ give us our daily bread

  • the secret to living big /or/ sometimes less is more

  • the only white girl in school /or/ we outsourced everything

  • the truth about being blessed /or/ the blessing is always Him

  • the neighbor got robbed /or/ the art of holding loosely

  • the good samaritan /or/ called to walk a dangerous road

  • the city needs me /or/ pride and privilege

  • the currency of souls /or/ wake up from the dream

  • ministry is messy /or/ life mirrors the gospel

  • when the city becomes home /or/ where your treasure is

  • i need the city /or/ there your heart will be also

  • we can't out-give God /or/ ye of little faith

  • Two Things to Remember When It Seems Like the World Is Falling Apart

  • cowering in the shadow of perfection /or/ thriving in the light of truth

  • miracles at the margins /or/ in the company of Jesus

  • building bridges /or/ where do we go from here?

In Write 31 Days Tags Urban Missions
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I'm Jacqui, the mom behind the camera. Wife of one + momma to five. Writer + speaker. Unqualified philosopher + theologian. Accidental mentor. Chaos manager. Lover of coffee + wine, perspective, and Jesus. Truth teller. Freedom fighter. Worth affirmer. Wanna-be author + world changer. Laundry piler. Emoji enthusiast. It's nice to meet you!

I hope you'll stay awhile and take a look at life through my lens, as I seek to find joy in the mess and walk with God through the beauty of everyday life.

 

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*new headshot* 😬
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