





These all look to you,
to give them their food in due season.
When you give it to them, they gather it up;
when you open your hand, they are filled with good things.
When you hide your face, they are dismayed;
when you take away their breath, they die
and return to their dust.
When you send forth your Spirit,[c] they are created,
and you renew the face of the ground.
May the glory of the LORD endure forever;
may the LORD rejoice in his works,
who looks on the earth and it trembles,
who touches the mountains and they smoke!
I will sing to the LORD as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have being.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
for I rejoice in the LORD.
Let sinners be consumed from the earth,
and let the wicked be no more!
Bless the LORD, O my soul! Praise the LORD!
For the past four years on this very night I would join in Liberty University's all night of prayer. On those nights my prayers would range from restlessness to peace, sinfulness to forgiveness, despair to hope. But the main theme of those prayers would be of brokenness. A prayer that would beg for the brokenness of my heart so that God would strip away and restore. It was four years ago on this very night that I was handed a glow stick. I was told that a glow stick cannot glow until it is broken... then... and only then can it shine brightly to the darkness around. And we... when broken before God... can be restored to purity and given the ability to shine to the darkness around.
Now just four years later... my night of prayer is no longer at Liberty but in the silence of my room. And this time... my night of prayer does not look to four years of college and the changes that will come but instead to two years in South Asia... and all that God will do through a broken and contrite heart. It is on the eve of change that I am reminded of the faithfulness and goodness of God. He has shown himself to be faithful! Bless the Lord oh my soul and remember his loving kindness and grace that has followed all the days of your life! Bless the lord oh my soul with all that is within me bless His holy name!
This past month has been busy as I finished up my work with the children’s ministry at my home church. I am so thankful for the opportunity to work those precious children. I also attended my ABWE training. It was such a great time of learning and encouragement. The time was beneficial and exciting as many last minute details were finalized.
While I was at training my financial support came in at 80%. What an encouragement and blessing! God has been so good! I was also given clearance to begin my two years overseas. I will be flying out on Saturday, September 3rd. This next month will be filled with time with my family, packing, and goodbyes. My brother and sister-in-law are coming in for the first two weeks of August. I am excited for two weeks of vacation with my entire family! Then the packing and goodbyes begin.
I will arrive in South Asia on September 5thWe will begin teacher training and in-service as we get ready for the new school year; school will begin on September 14th. (A little late this year because of the Muslim Holiday Eid-ul-Fitr) This will give me some time to get settled, prepare my classroom and home, buy a whole new native wardrobe, and begin to build relationships with my students and community.
I am so thankful for each of you in my life. The prayers, support, love, and encouragement has blessed me more than I could ever fully express. God has been so gracious and faithful in these last few months. The date is set. The tickets are bought. Finances are at 80%. Praise the Lord that He is a God of details and order. He cares about the day to day moments and seeks Glory in each step that is taken. The gracious love of our Lord is at times overwhelming and always a wonder for those He calls his own. Oh, that I wouldn't forget these moments of praise and extreme delight as the Lord of this Universe turns his attention toward us and lavishly pours grace and mercy over us. Praise the Lord that in all moments He is God and has sovereignly ordained and designed each step taken.
In His Grip,
Jen Tarr