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In my first life…. I was a skinny stringy haired and shy child raised in Jones Cross roads by John and Allene Mackey … during a time when Springs was this communities main source of income. I was an odd child… I thought… and “different” than the other girls… how may middles schoolers check out Spanish dictionarys from the Lancaster library…. Or check out books on tape to learn a language spoken by no one in this tiny mill town lol….. some time in my childhood… I don’t even know when… God planted a seed.

This desire held true throughout high school where finally I could take formal Spanish, and become Ms. Langston’s class pet, as my love for this culture and language matched hers.

My desire soon included not only speaking the language, but to combine it with my other loves……. people and medicine. These 3 roads were still separate, but I had hopes the paths one day would merge. A dream began to grow……. providing medical care and interpreting as a missionary in a village in Mexico….. submerging not only into the language…… the medicine….. but also the culture.

My path to medicine led me away from my study of language to volunteering, to nursing school, to surgery, and finally case management. I lived many lives during this time…… marriage, children, divorce, single motherhood, and ….. the death of my mother. These lives… I yet do not know how they will feed into each other…. how each has shaped me into the woman I am one day to be. Their paths have crossed and then been led far from each other. Spanish took a back seat during these lives, and I wondered at times, if that part of my life was in the past. I have at times thought my initial dream for missions… for service…. was lost in these other lives.

Finally…. A path began to clear…. and God made a way for me to go on a mission trip to Peru… to a small orphan village and for 2 weeks run a small closed down medical clinic….. I could not believe that finally God had brought together all the desires of my heart…. And there I was…. In this incredible life…. A life I felt had passed me bye…. That I was so unworthy to be in… a second chance…… in the midst of this valley in the Andes of South America….. ministering and treating precious children that had once lived on the street… starving and alone…… my heart was literally ripped from my chest as I hugged the children good bye…. I arrived back here broken hearted to put it mildly…. Depressed…… And in culture shock…. I had never felt more different in my entire life…. I had never felt so alone… I had never felt so crushed…… God was growing something in me….. a desire to serve… a desire to love…. I desire to share his love and grace with the suffering….. a desire I would not be able to escape…. A void nothing else could fill…… this life… was very different that I imagined….

I was introduced by a friend to a missionary that had recently moved to Lancaster…… She and I sat together drinking old cold coffee (on my part lol)… on old couches… in a mobile home that we now know as The Connection. I poured out my heart and we cried and instantly connected ….soul sisters… This trailer park missionary and me ……… that was 2 and a half years ago.

And that began my adventure at countryside trailer park…. As I went to my first “homework helpers” to the “first thanksgiving at Brooklyn springs”….. to translating at events …phone translations….. to love growing in my heart for all the races in the park…. God was starting something I did not see coming lol….. I always thought missions would have been back in Peru… or in Mexico… or Honduras…. But God….. He is funny….. He has taught me something that He could only teach me through Countryside…. Through a trailer park…. Through these children in Lancaster, SC…. … It’s people…. His people….. people need God…. People are lost…. People are hurting…. People feel alone… people feel unworthy…. ALL people are His children…

So… here I am today….. a trailer park missionary…. And so very thankful… to be here!… this path has not been exactly easy….. from the first gut feeling of God saying… EMPTY YOUR CLOSETS… to tell the boys u r selling their childhood home…. To actually SELL THE HOUSE…. I tried to think of a million other places that God wanted me besides Countryside….. then the phone call and that gut feeling that God had a home for me…. And He did….. no it wasn’t easy to tell dad I wasn’t coming to stay with him. and the boys… who were not near as excited about it as I was that we were moving to 1 of the 5 high crime areas in Lancaster….. to a single wide trailer none the less lol…… To the looks from EVERYONE that were certain I had lost my mind lol…..

But here we are…. Over a month… and we’re all safe… happy… even thriving…. And why….. because God…. Everything always comes back to Him….. He put us here… He watches us… He provides for us…. He is patient with us…. He has to be amused by us lol…. And…He loves us….. He is our strength and our breath…. He is our steady hand <3…. In the center of His will….. suffering is not suffering but is blessing…. It is contentment…. It is peace……. That we are exactly where He wants us …. He changes us and our perspective….

He has confirmed our move a million times this past month! Most recent was today passing out Connection events fliers…. An excuse to visit my neighbors…. I met a new lady…… and her 12 year old daughter… we revisited her this afternoon with chicken bog during the new hope outreach ….. she is 50 years old, has cancer that is eating her jaw away…. The smell of death eminanted from the bandaged lower half of her swollen face….. She cried that we had brought her a meal… she poured out her heart to us the fears of dieing and leaving her only child motherless……. We listened to her, held her, and prayed with her…. She is new to our neighborhood……. There are no accidents… She has needs and God put us here together to minister to her…. If any of you would help me… to prepare 1 meal for her a week…. Something soft that she can chop…. To help feed her and her daughter… we can go together each Saturday and take this meal to her…. And pray with her…. Please see me after church if you would feel Gods call on your heart to be a part of this outreach……

From a snip of a girl in a small mill town ….. to the mission field in Peru… Mexico…. Honduras…. and my back door…. What have I learned….…… We are not limited to living one life in our existence. And it is not an impossible dream to live many lives. We can be many different things at many different times. And all of these lives contribute to a final masterpiece…. His masterpiece…. We can be all that God wants us to be…. in this life….. if we seize every opportunity….. the good and the bad. God will mold us … He will give us 2nd and 3rd chances …. He will prepare us for the next step, if we are courageous and take that step …. every day to our future… in spite of the fear… in spite of the pain. We have to step out of the box set aside by others and by ourselves. You do not have to live just 1 life, you can live many lives in 1.image

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