Speak Up: That’ll Cost You

I’ve Written about free speech before, and it’s something I plan to write about again in the future. Free speech has been an American right for 229 years, but it is fading away right in front of the American people. The strange thing? They’re asking for it.

A party that has been arguing, shoving, pushing and demanding that the American people be given so many rights and freedoms is for some reason completely okay with the fact that the voices of those who truly value the freedom of speech and thought are being silenced. Not to say certain people don’t want to speak freely about their beliefs, but why can’t those people be okay with others who think differently freely speaking as well?

The “fact checking” within Big Tech has become nearly unbearable, you’ve all seen it. Don’t tell me there isn’t bias in the media. All of those cute little social media companies are under the same umbrella, and that big umbrella has started deciding what is and isn’t okay to say online. That is un-American, I don’t care who you voted for.

The voices of those who oppose the newest majority are being cut. Silenced. Ignored. The hypocrisy is unbelievable. How can a group argue for SO MUCH freedom, yet wish to withhold it from others. How can a people fight for equality, but demand that their opposers be invalidated.

A newly founded tribe of individuals who gather to inspire freedom, peace and unity have 0 issues cussing out, challenging, and demeaning an individual who simply does not agree with their standards. This is the threat.

Disagreement is a freedom just as much as the freedom of speech itself.

I honestly did not know how I would react to the results of the election, but I have realised that it does not matter to me who is in office, it matters to me what they are doing. The moment our defences are taken away is the moment we are no longer the land of the free.

Not to get political or anything…

Tomorrow, America makes its choice. Tomorrow, a nation decides. Tomorrow, the voice of the people will have spoken.

As a 19-year-old first time voter, I’ve had a lot to think about this year. Yet, I did not have to think twice about who I’m going to vote for.

What I think many people are missing the point of during this election is that you are not voting for your favorite person, you are voting for your values. You not liking someone does not invalidate their candidacy. You not agreeing with someone does not invalidate their candidacy. You have every right to have your own opinions and values, but for the sake of this nation, I pray that you understand there is more to a president than what they say on a stage.

Neither presidential candidate is going to fix all of the problems in this country. However, I have given this whole voting thing enough thought to know that I’m not voting for the person, I’m voting for their policies. I’m voting for freedom, I’m voting for life.

I also would like to say, whichever side of politics you lean towards, do not fall into the lie that all your problems will go away if your candidate is elected. They won’t. Your problems will still be there and if you really think a mere human can solve all your issues, it doesn’t matter how this election turns out, you will still be unhappy. Sorry.

Tomorrow I will be voting for the person that I believe truly has America’s best interest at heart. A person that I believe has done a phenomenal job healing this country, first from economical devastation, and now from an uncontrollable sickness. A man who has stood up for the American people, even when they haven’t been there for him. A man who stands up for freedom, for life, for greatness, and for the safety of the people.

Tomorrow, I will vote republican and I will vote Trump.

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Long story short: Journalism is for me

There was a moment… The summer of 2018. I had no idea what I wanted to do after I graduated high school the next year. I lost my interest in being a veterinarian/zookeeper and had no clue where my life was headed. 

Time goes by and I decided to attend community college. Something simple, easy, a broad degree called “mass communications”. I wrote for a teeny tiny college newspaper. Loved it, then hated it. I needed something bigger. 

I went to New York. That was bigger. I began working towards a degree in “journalism, culture and society”. I had an internship in the heart of Queens, New York. Life was cool.  

Corona. 

I moved back home. Didn’t know what God was planning/preparing me for. I was so confused. I decided against journalism, it was too much. 

I end up moving to good old Stillwater Oklahoma. Part of me always knew I would end up here. I declared a minor in English *gag*. I saw the O’Colly papers come out every Friday and got super jealous of the excitement I knew those writers were getting from seeing their names in print. I was ready to get back in the game. 

I marched into the O’Colly newsroom, handed in my resume, seven weeks later and I got to help report and publish breaking news that no other paper in Oklahoma could have dreamed of getting to first. 

A day full of excitement, speculation, strategy, anger, frustration, secrecy and forgetting to eat until 6 pm. It was a tough day. The toughest day yet actually, but it felt so good. Following a lead as far as you can, getting information you’re not supposed to have, being the first to break a big story, it’s addicting. There is nothing like journalism.

No matter what school I go to, no matter what degree I work towards, I always end up back in a newsroom. I keep gravitating back towards the excitement and drama that is to be a student journalist. I admire the ability to appreciate a story for what it is, not what it means.

No, breaking news doesn’t come every day, and we don’t always get to be the first to break big stories, but those are the moments to be ready for, and those are the moments we dream to chase.

The Student Press Law Center (SPLC) named 2019 “The Year of the Student Journalist”, but I have taken the liberty to rework their inspiring graphic.

Here Comes Bullet!

You guys… This year has been absolutely insane. Just this spring semester I was living it up in New York City! (I still can’t believe that actually happened!) Of course, there was a global pandemic that ended my adventure rather abruptly, but I will have great stories to tell my kids one day.

Although the universe has been giving me every reason to drop out of school and give up, I have chosen to listen to a voice of higher authority. The one thing that has not wavered through all of this year’s events is the very powerful and evident voice of God.

This season has taught/is teaching me to always listen to God’s voice. There is a big difference between hearing and listening.

After I got home and New York shut down I started to lose hope. Originally I had wanted to stay at King’s and planned to one day graduate from that school. The professors I had there were the best ones I think I’ll ever have, the people there were the most genuine I’ve ever met, and the culture in that city was more fun than I could ever have imagined.

Although the thought of being a city girl was appealing, I’ve decided to take the dirt road back to the midwest. In just under two weeks I’ll be moving into my new dorm at Oklahoma State University! I could not be more excited to go to the school with the most beautiful campus in the Midwest and proudly wear America’s brightest orange.

I will be the third generation of the Farris family to attend OSU along with my cousin and best friend, Hannah Farris.

This year has been a wild one, but my sense of adventure is still intact. A global pandemic isn’t going to get in my way. Neither will mysterious seeds…

Anyways, here’s to an amazing semester surrounded by amazing people!

 

Maddison

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Love Your Neighbor

As many of you know I went on a mission trip last year to Tokyo, Japan, where I got to not only experience one of the most beautiful cultures in the world, but got to encourage and spend time with Mayuko Shono and her family.

Mayuko came to America on foreign exchange and became a Christian during her stay in the States. While in America she pursued her love for art and tied it to her walk with Christ. To watch a documentary about Mayuko’s testimony click here.

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Since last year, Mayuko has continued to pursue Christ in all that she does. We have kept in contact and have continued to encourage one another as friends and sisters in Christ. Mayuko has been an amazing role model as she lives out her life fully devoted to Christ and focused on God’s plan for her while maintaining an eternal perspective.

Throughout the infamous pandemic that is threatening the world with disorder and chaos, Mayuko has taken the opportunity to step up and take action to not only help those in need but to be a light for the Lord in the midst of Tokyo. Using her skills in sewing and creativity, Mayuko assembled a team made up of friends and family to produce over 500 masks for the people of Tokyo.

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God provided Mayuko with a vision and gave her the tools she would need to make it happen, including materials, help, and funds.

While making masks and serving her community, Mayuko found inspiration. She wanted to reach more people for Christ and have a stronger foundation for her work. She decided to start a ministry.

“To ‘Love Your Neighbor’ is to focus on people who are on your natural path of life. We have a tendency to have big dreams and visions of the number of people God is calling us to reach out to, but one night as I was going to bed I felt God say to me ‘Mayu, just focus on people who are around you like your neighbors, your friends, and your family’” said Mayuko.img_3459

Love Your Neighbor is a ministry focused on being a light and reaching out to people from all walks of life all around the world.

As an artist, Mayuko is always looking for a way to combine her faith with her passion.

“Every piece of art has a spiritual meaning behind it,” Said Mayuko. Her artwork features thought-provoking designs that bring attention to the beauty of God’s handiwork and tell a story about the passionate love of Jesus Christ. Mayuko uses her art as a way to visually communicate God’s love to its viewers.

Through God’s grace, Mayuko has found a way to use her skills and abilities to help grow and expand the Love Your Neighbor ministry. By using her paintings as inspiration for merchandise and apparel, Mayko has created a way for heavenly inspired work to make its way around the globe. On top of having an amazing shirt/bag/coffee mug, you have a great conversation starter. On top of all of this, a percentage of every purchase from the LYN store goes straight to the ministry and will be used to continue spreading the love of God.

You can visit the Love Your Neighbor store here.

To learn more about LYN, visit the “About” tab in the store link.

If you feel led to financially support LYN you can use this Paypal link.

If you would like to know more about this ministry or Mayuko’s work you can contact her by email at: loveyourneighbor.lyn@gmail.com

During this unsure season, continue to pray for physical and spiritual healing in America, Japan, and the world.

Maddison Farris

Life and the Trail

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The view from the top of one of the mountains we climbed

In the life of Jesus, we see many trials and tribulations. We see pain, rejection, and loss. However, through all of the low-points in the life of Christ, we also see great victory. We can observe extraordinary triumphs and inspirational moments as Jesus walks the path of life that we, as Christians, try so desperately to follow. 

I recently made a great accomplishment. I hiked a thirty-mile trail over the span of four nights and five days, all while carrying a 30-40 pound backpack. As I hiked the thirty-mile loop I became aware of some of my weaknesses, insecurities, and struggles, but in the end, I overcame them thanks to the Lord. 

At the beginning of the hike, I was strongly tempted to turn around and drive home. The voices in my head were telling me that there was no way I would survive this, no way I would enjoy this, and no way that I could do this. I ignored them and hopped on the trail with the rest of the Extreme Encounters group which included two of my sisters. 

On the first day, we hiked roughly 2.5 miles and climbed over two mountains. It was relatively easy, but over the first mountain, I quickly realized that it is extremely difficult to try and talk to your friends as well as get enough air to breathe while hiking an incline! I was trying very hard to keep up with everyone else’s seemingly fast pace and quickly grew tired. After we reached our campsite for that night I figured that if I could hike two mountains in one day and feel alright, then the next day should be just as simple.

I was wrong.

On the second day of the trip, we hiked nine miles and went over four mountains. The third mountain was twice as tall as any other mountain we climbed that week. Aside from my constant fear of tripping and tumbling all the way back down to the bottom of the tallest mountain on the trail, it was alright.

On that day I learned a very valuable lesson. I was constantly feeling like my pace was not fast enough. It was hard to keep up with the people in front of me and challenging to stay ahead of the people behind me. I felt like I was being left behind and rushed all at the same time. It took that entire mountain to show me that trying to match another person’s pace was unnecessary. It’s the same in real life. Everyone is moving at a different pace that God has set for them. Some people move faster in certain areas while others may seem to take their time. Trying to match what someone else is doing could lead to you being unreasonably exhausted and fatigued. It is much easier to focus on the beauty around you (both in life and on the trail) when you are not hyper-focused on the speed of the people around you. 

We climb mountains in life. We go through wilderness experiences and endure struggles and hardships that seem impossible to overcome. After every mountain I climbed, I gained confidence. If I could climb one mountain, surely I could climb six. In life, we get to the base of a mountain and look up. We try to see how high it goes so that we can know if it is too big or too much to handle. However, the tall trees surrounding the trail make it impossible to tell since you can’t see above them. We can’t know the future, so we just have to trust that our compasses will always know where north is, that our hiking boots will not fall apart and that our guide really does know where he is going. 

The trip went so well. I had a lovely time! One thing that I learned is that you are never alone. Even if you hike away from the group, get left behind, or even lost, we can enjoy the omnipresent powers of God and know that even when we feel disoriented, we are never lost.

Will I hike the Eagle Rock Loop again? Probably. Would I enjoy it? Most likely. Even though this summer has not looked like what most of us would have originally wanted, it has turned into a great opportunity to seek the Lord in new ways. Keep fighting the good fight and keeping the faith.

 

Maddison

Hey College Friends…

Hey, fellow college students… I know. It’s hard. It’s really hard. I spent the entire day getting confused about what day it is and what timezone I’m in. I’ve missed multiple classes/been late for meetings/forgotten assignments/etc. No matter how many lists I make, how many times I write things down or how many sticky notes I put all over my room, I just can’t seem to keep a steady schedule.

There are so many feelings that we have, and they are all completely valid. You’re allowed to be disappointed, you are allowed to be sad and you are allowed to miss your friends. It’s okay. I miss my friends, I miss the city and I miss my friends that I made in the city.

Also, I don’t know about you guys, but my sleep schedule has been thrown out the window. I don’t do well without quality sleep. I’ve never been a “routine” person, but this is ridiculous. Staying awake until 2 a.m. and sleeping until 11 a.m. can’t be healthy.

Anyways, I just wanted to post a short encouragement piece to let you know that you are not the only one that can’t remember what day it is or lost track of how many Oreos you’ve eaten. This time of solitude is difficult, but I hope that we can treat it as a gift from God. We can use this time to answer a call he has given to us, to know him deeply and love him completely.

Quarantine Different,

Maddie 🙂

New year… This again?

*DISCLAIMER* THIS POST DOES NOT CONTAIN ANY CRINGEY 2020 JOKES BECAUSE NONE OF THEM ARE EVEN THAT FUNNY AND I WOULD LIKE TO CONSIDER MYSELF SOMEWHAT PROFESSIONAL.

New years resolutions. The promises that we make to ourselves once every 365 days, hoping that the keeping of these self-promises will result in a happier, healthier and more productive version of ourselves in the coming year. Whether these promises be thoroughly considered or simply thought up the day before the new year begins, they hold a significance (be it big or small) in the outcome of our new year.

In the next year, there are just a few things I want to accomplish.


[]Finish writing my book Self Acceptance

[]Be more assertive in managing my time, money and relationships

[]Continue to trust God’s plan even when it makes no sense to me


 

[]I started this blog to help me grow and learn as well as share progress on my book. I am displeased to say that there hasn’t been much progress on it since the launching of this blog, but that is exactly why I have this on the list. I desire to complete it this year as I have learned SO much more about myself and how to best relate to others through writing.

[]I have always struggled with time management, as have many/most of my young adult friends. I really want to be resourceful when it comes to time and money, and I also wish to be smarter about the relationships on which I place emotional value. I am excited to meet new people in New York, but do not want to lose any of my connections back home.

[]God has brought me pretty far. Never did I see me loving journalism, traveling the world or moving to a big city. But this has really taught me something. If God wants you there, He’ll take you there whether you like it or not! Have you ever read the book of Jonah? just take a look at this guy. Jonah thought he knew better than God and did not trust His plan. Jonah didn’t trust God to carry him through or be there for him at all! And how did God respond? by sending a big fish to literally swallow Jonah and spit him up where he needed to be. You can’t outrun God. So, this whole experience has really shown me that God is bigger than any technical, financial or educational problem out there. He just is.

I am looking forward to welcoming the new year, let’s Live this one Different.

Maddie Grace

 

 

In a New York minute…

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If you had told me one year ago that I would be moving to New York City to go to a Christian school and start my DREAM career, I would have loved the idea, but still, would have thought you were lying.

In October, I went to a journalism conference in Washington D.C, which inspired one of my previous posts, “As a journalist.” While at this conference I decided to attend a session labeled “God and the newsroom.” This session was taught by a professor of a small college in New York City which focuses on theatre, business, and journalism. The session was phenomenal and I got to hear from other students who were in the same seat as me. They were struggling in their newsrooms.

After the session was over, I knew that I needed to talk more with this professor about being a Christian journalist. Through our conversation, I learned about an internship that the college he worked for offered.  I took all the pamphlets I could get my hands on, met another professor from the same college and the head of admissions who was able to give me more information on the technical side of the program.

I wanted this. I wanted this so bad. I asked God and didn’t receive a true yes or no, but got a sense that I needed to try as hard as I could to get my foot in the door on this program. The deadline for applications was December 1st, so I had time. I was going to do it. I was going to try as hard as I could to apply for this and work in a real newsroom.

One month later and it couldn’t have worked out better! By January 16th, 2020 I will be moved into The King’s College in New York City, ready to start the next chapter of my life in the big city. It’s a Chrisitan four-year college that offers real journalism classes and an internship for journalism which I can’t wait to be a part of. I have decided to go as a transfer student and leave Butler Community College altogether.

I still don’t truly believe it, and people have told me that I won’t until I’m back home in May.

God works in perfect ways. During my stay in Tokyo, I knew I loved big cities. Because of my time at Butler, I know I love journalism. Because of my work with Extreme Encounters, I know I want to be a missionary.

I do believe that the meeting I had in D.C. was Christ-guided. God wanted me there. If I had not gone on the trip, to that session, at that time, on that day… I wouldn’t be telling you this. Everything happens for reason. There are no accidents. Ever. Yes, bad things happen, but if you let Him, God will use them for his glory.

I don’t know what God is preparing me for, but I am ecstatic. I’ve never been so excited to Live Different.

See you in New York City!

Maddie Grace

Japan 2019

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So I was just doing some work on my blog page, and came across this post that never published! this is from when I went on a two-week missions trip in July/August this year. I haven’t edited anything so it’s exactly like I wrote it right when I got back. Enjoy!

Konichiwa! I’m home! I know this is a bit late, we got home on August 10th, but so much has happened between now and then. But that’s another post. Here’s a report on the trip… well, as much as I could fit into one post.

before I begin I would like to quickly state that the love, pain, joy, and exponential growth that I experienced on this trip can not be contained in a letter. The feelings that were and are in my heart are impossible to explain. I can’t convey the amount of emotion and connection that I felt in Japan. I want to express my deep gratitude for all who prayed for me and financially supported me. God made it plainly clear that He wanted me on this mission. 

On to the report…

We left Wichita Kansas on July 25th and arrived in Tokyo (after driving for nearly eleven hours to Chicago and catching our connecting flight in Taiwan) on July 26th. The flight to Taiwan was fifteen hours long, and the flight to Japan was three and a half. I did discover that flying is not my favorite way to travel, I got very nervous during takeoff and landing, but the pilots did their jobs very well, and your prayers for safe travels were greatly appreciated!

After landing in Japan, I didn’t believe I was actually in Japan. Even after running to Mayu and giving her a huge hug, I couldn’t believe it was real. That day we took a two-hour train ride to the Meguro-Ku district at the heart of Tokyo. This is where Mayuko’s family house and art studio, komorebi studio, which we affectionately called “K-studio” resides. We arrived safely, and I experienced no jet-lag. Many of the other team members either had trouble going to sleep or woke up very early, but I was blessed with a blissful night of sleep. Jet lag returning home was very bad so I more than made up for it!

Within the first week of the trip, we learned many things about the Japanese culture and way of life, as well as volunteered every morning to the Tokyo Baptist Church VBS. VBS was so much fun! The theme was “In The Wild”! The worship songs were in English, but anytime someone was speaking on stage to all the children there would be a translator. We were split into Japanese speaking groups and English speaking groups but partook in all the same activities. I led an English speaking group of preschoolers and, though it was quite challenging at times, I enjoyed it thoroughly. It was sometimes difficult to get them to speak and engage in the lesson or game, but one of my kids, a five-year-old girl named Zuri, accepted Christ on day four! After we prayed together I asked her how she felt. She gave the most genuine smile and said: “I’m just so happy”. Her attitude and mannerisms spoke to her overflowing joy. And just for that, the whole trip was worth it. Over twenty kids came to Christ that week! 

          A few days into the trip Mayuko’s mother, Humiko, wanted to make dinner for the team and invited us over. A few of the Shono’s family friends joined us as well as some of Mayuko’s personal friends. We got to show them some of our VBS dances and some fun songs from camp and they were so happy to join us! Later that night I played guitar with Mayu’s dad and we lead some worship songs. The friends and family were so happy to join in with the music, even if they weren’t Christian. Later into the evening, Shawn (our team leader) showed them our camp video from 2018 and began to share his testimony. After sharing how God saved his life and called him to the ministry he presented all of Mayu’s friends and family with the Extreme Kansas Camp t-shirts. He explained that our theme this year was “wilderness”. The shirts had “wilderness written in Japanese under a cut-out of Mount Fuji. He explained that we learned how Jesus experienced times of “wilderness”, just like us. I then felt the spirit pulling at my heart. Telling me to share my testimony. I asked Shawn if I should share my wilderness experience.

I stood up and began to share. Slowly, so that Mayu could translate. I shared how I struggled with wanting to be accepted. I share about how I used to feel like no one wanted me, that I had no friends, and that I was alone. I shared how much I struggled with self-image and trusting God’s plan for my life. I explained how after I gave everything I was to God, that my problems melted away. God took care of me. I encouraged them not to seek satisfaction in earthly things, but to always look to God for comfort. 

Personally, I didn’t think I did that good a job at sharing everything I wanted to say. However, when we listen to the spirits call and are obedient to God, things will work. You can’t mess up God’s plan. One of Mayu’s friends burst into tears. This is a big deal since Japan is a very reserved country. No one shows emotion. She cried, and Mayu held her. I ran to sit next to her and hold her hand. She and Mayu talked for a while in Japanese. Mayu then asked Shawn if he could pray for her. We gathered around her, even Mayu’s non-christian friends joined us in prayer. Mayu’s friend struggled with the same things I did, and she thought she was the only one.

I laid in bed that night, exhausted, thinking to myself… What if I had ignores that tug on my heart? What if I had brushed off that call to share? But I didn’t ignore it, and I do believe that a seed was planted in that girl’s heart that night. God works in bigger ways than we will ever, or can ever understand. Everything that happened that night was perfectly planned and timed. God’s timing is perfect.

It was an indescribable experience to get to meet Mayu’s friends and join them in worship to God. The next day we got ready for VBS and prayed that God would continue to move in these kid’s lives. And that God would give us the energy we needed to keep up with them!

Mayuko took us sightseeing sometimes after VBS. We saw the famous Shibuya crossing and went shopping in some of the biggest stores I’ve ever seen! Japan is very good at using space efficiently. Car garages are all underneath houses or built almost like a basement, but not many people drive because it’s usually easier, faster, and cheaper just to take a bus or train. All of the buildings are super tall and thin. Most houses and apartments would have a garden area, either just outside or on a balcony, but never big enough to even need a mower or high maintenance. 

The day we finished VBS we left Tokyo and made our nearly four hour trip to Lake Yamanaka at the base of Mount Fuji. We arrived at night and, after eating at Denny’s, went straight to our cabin and to sleep. The next day, for me, was spent for personal restoration. We were all exhausted from VBS so we spent the day resting and practicing the presence of God as we recovered. Later in the day, I went with a few other team members to swim in the lake. I guess I hadn’t realized that we were literally right next to Mount Fuji because after swimming for a little while I looked to my right and nearly screamed. A thin outline of the biggest and most beautiful mountain I had ever seen in my life jumped out straight at me! I didn’t realize how big it would be! And we were several miles away! It became part of the team’s morning routine to see the mountain with the sunrise. 

Our second day at the Yamanaka Chalet was spent hiking up Mount Ohira, a great Mountain to view Mount Fuji from! The hike was challenging, physically, and emotionally, but we all made it to the top and celebrated by drinking a lot of water and eating some rice balls Mayu had made for us the night before.

            Our last day at the Chalet was a sad one for me. I adored the beauty of Mount Fuji, and it pained me to leave. Leaving Yamanaka is what made me start to think about when we would be leaving Japan.  The end of the trip was coming into view and I wasn’t ready.

             We arrived safely back in Tokyo and rested to prepare for our next activity. The next day we took a roughly two-hour commute to a lovely beach area on the shore of Japan. It was a wonderfully hot day, and you could see Mount Fuji from the beach! This warmed my heart. We enjoyed a meal together before playing in the cool waters and then gathering together to witness the baptism of Yoshi and Yoriko Shono. Mayu’s father and sister. I spent a lot of time with Mayu’s sister at camp back in 2017, and I was honored to witness her baptism.

After the beach, I could feel the trip coming to an end. I wasn’t prepared for the heartache that hit me the night before we left. We threw somewhat of a “goodbye party” to see Mayu’s friends and family one last time. It was a wonderful blur of joy, sadness, and love. We prayed together, ate together, laughed together, cried together, and said goodbye to one another.

The next day Mayu traveled with us to the airport, and we said goodbye.

I struggled a lot on the trip. I had a mental breakdown before we even took off on our first flight leaving Chicago. I was so scared to fly for fifteen hours! I dealt with near-constant motion sickness and nearly passing out a few times and never knowing why or what to do to feel better. I struggled with energy levels and containing my emotions. I struggled to understand God’s plan sometimes but found comfort in trusting him. I’m sharing my struggles because I would do it all again. In a heartbeat, I would get back on a plane and go to Japan again.

This is where I am going to ask for more prayer. I know that that wasn’t my last time in Japan. I know that I’ll go back, but I don’t know when, why, or how. I need prayer for patience as I steward this dream I have received from God. I need prayer to remember that God is in control, and will bring the opportunity when the time is right. Please pray that I can be sensitive to the spirit and I do my absolute best to go where He leads when He leads.

Thank you, again, to anyone and everyone who prayed for me and financially supported me. You have no idea how thankful I am, and I won’t ever be able to explain it to you. Thank you for your continued support, and may God bless you.

No matter where you are in the world, never forget to Live Differently.

Maddison Farris