"For though I am free from all, I have made myself a servant to all, that I might win more of them."
1 Corinthians 9:19
It has definitely been a while since I've been on here and I always choose to blog at the most inopportune moments (like today since I should be studying for the test I have on Tuesday in the class I'm failing so prayers are appreciated), but today I just had this urge to not just get all of my thoughts out but also to let everyone read them ;) so here we go…
These last three years have been some of the hardest but most beautiful years I've had the privilege to experience in my short 22 years of life. I have experienced pain from heartbreak that I never dreamed could be possible, dealt with anxiety and depression from nursing school to just life, I have gained friends and lost friends, and have had several people whom I have loved be taken from this earth. Through every cringe of heartache and every tear that has fallen over these years, God has not let me fall from His hands. How grateful am I that He who created every ounce of this earth and knows all of us by our names, is jealous for my affection and attention. I am cherished and loved by a God that I continue to wander from and fail daily, but when He sees me, He sees the blood of Christ that was shed to cover all of our failings. He sees His daughter whom He is making "ashes to beauty". He delights in me and dances over me. I am thankful for a loving, funny, awesome (and every other good adjective) God.

If you would have told me 4 years ago that I was about to be spending not just one, but two full summers in a 3rd word country, I would have looked at you like you had 5 heads. But four years ago, I was lost. I was finding pleasure and my hope in worldly things. I was putting people at my number 1 spot and God at my number 5 spot. Lucky for me I found myself so very broken and running to God a few short months later. Everything I had known for so long and that had felt so comfortable to me, was slipping through my fingers and I couldn't get a grasp on it. At the time, it didn't seem fair, but looking back on that year I have never been more thankful to have been as completely broken as I was. God saved me in so many different ways that year. He brought me from MTSU to Samford where I joined the sorority that would eventually introduce me to the place that I now call my second home, Jimani. January 2013 was my first trip to Jimani, let alone my first mission trip ever. I had been dying to go on a mission trip for years, and I was finally getting an opportunity to go. It was what I call a "wing it" trip because I didn't care where I went, I just wanted to go. Our group all originally was planning to go to an orphanage in Haiti, but last minute was changed to Chadasha in Jimani, and I am so glad it was. God knew what He was doing as always. I immediately fell in love and did not want to leave. Thankfully God has changed the desires of my heart from the evilness in this world to a love for His people.
Since that first trip, I have been back three times in the last year. I spent all of last summer, my Christmas break, which was the biggest growing experience, and now I'll be back for a 4th time this summer. I'm asking you to join me in prayers as I am preparing to venture back down, and if you feel led to support me financially don't hesitate to email me for information on how to do so at kledford@samford.edu :) I have full confidence that God will provide.
"No unbelief made him waver concerning the promises of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, fully convinced that God was able to do what He had promised."
Romans 4:20-21