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Van, Texas

Here I am in Van, Texas!
Before I begin to share my experience thus far in Texas, I want to briefly share the meaning behind this new adventure and the ultimate faithfulness of God's love in my life. This past year, I felt directionless and discouraged. I often doubted God's goodness and questioned my purpose. I dreamed of furthering my education and pursuing more skills, but I listened to lies my head told me, which made me feel guilty for dreaming or hoping, leaving me in a frozen state of discouragement. I felt ashamed for being happy, and wrong for doing things which fulfilled me. Through many tears, questions, frustrations, and fears, I eventually found a job opening and decided to go for it. A week later, I received a job offer from Sky Ranch Christian Camp in Van, Texas, and two weeks later I flew to begin my training. Through this opportunity, the Lord answered each and every hope I held (both spoken in prayer and unspoken in my heart). In the most astounding of details, this opportunity in Texas reveals the Lord's intimate love as He answered prayers and restored hope to my life. I no longer feel guilty for pursuing my dreams or holding big hopes. I confidently know the Lord blessed me with this new adventure, and I look forward to how He will continue to reveal His love to me.
The Lord knows the desires of your heart. The Lord delights when your heart sings. I pray you may cling to the hope of the Lord and the assurance of His deep love.
All my love,
Gennavieve

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