Desperate Pursuit

God is good. 

Those are utterly simple words but they scream a thousand things. 

The God of the ages cares for me. 

ME

that's a pretty big thing if you ask me. 

He loves me. 

He cares for me. 

I desperately long for him. 

A little less than a year ago, God spoke to me. CLEARLY. This was a weird and completely weird thing, I've heard a thousand sermons about it and it being a still small voice, one that can easily been mistaken for your own. But THIS, THIS was Jesus, this was GOD. 

This. 

Was. 

Different.

This was real.

He said "Kelli, you see that work that is being done in Africa? Well I'm going to use you, and you are going to be a part of that!" 

Those are scary words when you are 15 and you've never been out of the country and you are trying to "figure out your life" 

Africa?! 

AFRICA?! 

What the heck man?! 

I don't know how to even go about doing that. 

Almost 365 days later, I'm two weeks away from my trip to Uganda. God has provides a way, the money, the vision. I'm not making a whole bunch of a plans, I'm not even sure what is happening half the time. I'm going with the flow, I don't even know how to go about doing that. 

Funny huh?

Kelli Pugh is not known for going with the flow, I always have a plan. I always know what I'm doing at all times and I always have a to do list. 

This. 

Is. 

Not. 

Normal. 

I'm completely done with normal. I'm not even sure what normal looked like to start with. But I'll tell you this, over and over, I'm done with MY normal. 

Sitting here, with a laptop in Johnson County with my phone and iPod going off and playing constantly. I'm done. 

Take my belongings. 

I'm heading out. 

I'm outta here. 

I don't know what God is doing but I know that I'm being called to Africa. 

I KNOW that God is doing something there and I'm gonna be a part. 

I know that I have a heart for Africa that has been given by God and I cannot deny it. 

and I know that I am stoked for whatever God is planning.