Jumbled Mess

My last post was kind of difficult to read, but it did make me smile to know that someone tried to read it. I was going to post the english but I suppose there is a safety behind the words that can't be understood. It was nothing bad of course. Just my thoughts on being a missionary, hence the languages. And oddly enough translating it back to english leaves it all jumbled. If you would like to piece it together here it is.

I feel like drawn insano, wire drawing to collect my son and to leave the world that I know. In order to leave in the world and to see what has the God so that it does. I do not believe that the God finishes bringing this distant spot to leave to me me. It has not put in me desires of my heart so that he does not pay attention to them. The God gave these gifts me for a reason, to glorify it and to magnify, to exhalt he to all the nations of the world. Desire to go, I say to people of its quality. Demuéstrele the love of the God. I cannot let it go, I have tried. I cannot sacudarir it, and aside from me deeply within calls to me, I request myself to that it obeys.

And honestly, the other two languages are Finnish and Thai. I can't remember where I translated them, but it was more of the same as above.

The thoughts posted probably weren't that clear to begin with. You of all people know how jumbled my thoughts are most of the time. I look forward to hearing from you soon, and maybe seeing a new post of your blog? yes, I look it up everyday.