Hope For Bottlebrush.

It's 4am in Holland, my insomnia seems to have followed me here. Bummer. I felt the itch to update my blog because I have a sweet story to tell :) The things my friends and I accomplished last week seems crazy that it came to a close so fast. Everything built up to one night. One perfect night. Of course, up until the first song played I was so nervous. My main stressor was the question if people would actually show up. The came alright, by the hundreds. I had been encouraged to pray for a specific amount of people, or a specific amount of money to be earned. But I couldn't bring myself to do that, too scary. What if I didn't achieve the numbers I had asked for? I avoided personal failure and took an "easier way" out. But I'm glad I did. I began to ask to be overwhelmed. I wanted to be shocked, awed, and blown away not only by the amount of people there, but by the amount of money we earned. My prayer was more than answered. After the last dance of the night, (Flags by Brooke Fraser....perfection), I grabbed the mic to say my thank-you's and close out the evening. I couldn't speak. I literally sobbed in front of 400 people who helped me raise $8,000 for orphans in Bottlebrush, South Africa. I mustered up a "thanks for coming" and walked off stage to be embraced by friends and family who were all either beaming or crying. That night was a good night, a big moment in my life for sure. I am so blessed to have people who believe in me, and the cause I am so passionate about. I can honestly say that my heart belongs to Africa, being in Holland means I'm one step closer to going back to where it all began. <3