Jars of Clay

God is teaching me a lot. Through each challenge, I have been drawn closer to God than ever. Having the faith to trust Him each day has been a struggle.

I feel... Weak. Defeated. Hopeless. Faint. Discouraged.

At this point it seems like there is no hope. The easy way out would be to go back to Oregon and pack my bags. There is no money. I just don't get it. Thinking back to the summer and God's story of how he got me to Ecola... God Knows. Well in my head it just doesn't make sense how only one term at Ecola is a part of God's plan... Discouraged. That's the word. My trip to the Philippines is almost all the way funded, but if I can't make my first payment for winter term well then I won't be going to the Philippines.

I don't have the answers. The $1600 needed for this Sunday. Well it would take some crazy, ridiculous miracle to have that much money by then. I know nothing is impossible for God because He is much bigger than all of this. At this point with faith as small as a mustard seed, I trust God. Because as much as it would break my heart to leave Ecola, I surrender. Whether God allows me to stay at Ecola or I pack my bags and go home, I will praise Him. God is faithful. God is good. I stand firm on His truth.

But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the 

surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.

2 Corinthians 4:7