Finished. Përfunduar. Gotowy. 完成.

That is several languages for the word finished. Because I am officially done fundraising for Nigeria! If you heard a yell, or squeal earlier today it was most likely me.

Last Thursday I talked to my brother Daniel and he said he was giving me $100. I was blown away by God's provision then. Little did I know the MASSIVE things He was preparing me for.

This morning I was unbelievably blessed my Sunday school class, and my discipleship group. They gave me $697. WOAH NELLY. Yes I cried, a lot. They also gave me a card with such sweet words. I cried again when I read the card, and counted the money.

Later on during the day I was texting some people about how God used my class to bless me, and I received a phone call saying the remaining $118 was taken care of. More tears.

For those who know me, I'm pretty talkative. But I spent a good deal of time silent, unable to find words to express how I felt. For a while I was having trouble thinking about anything other than God's provision, but I didn't have much else I wanted to think about. As I sat in silence at the table watching my nephews paint they asked why I was so quiet, and why I kept smiling. My reply "God is good."

I really can't say thank you enough, to those who gave. But most of all to the One who planned this from the beginning. Jehovah Jireh, the Lord provides.

As I sit in a far to quiet BSM I can't help but think of a few things.



1. When we are little our dads throw us into the air. Never do I remember doubting he will catch me. In fact I remember one day I was on the roof, for some reason, and to get down I had to jump off the roof and into my dad's arms. I didn't hesitate. I waited for him to get ready and then jumped. And of course he caught me. I want that faith again.  I want a filial faith. That means "a faith befitting a son or daughter." I want the faith that three year old has in their father when they think their dad is the strongest, greatest, best, bravest, and any other good adjective. Well my heavenly father is the strongest, greatest, best, more powerful, most loving, most just, most almighty, and most perfect.  Why do we lose our filial faith when we grow up? It's such a sad thing. And I'm working to get mine back.

2. I have a lot to do and not much time to do it. I have papers, projects, paperwork for Nigeria, shots to get, finish raising about $900, and then finals. All within the next two weeks, finals in four. I am trying not to get overwhelmed, because my Father is the strongest, greatest, most loving, perfect, providing I think you get the picture... But please pray for me as I try to get things done.

3. I am unbelievably blessed by my friends and family. Seriously. Just when I think, "surely they can't do anything else to bless me." I get a phone call. And then I'm blown away [quite literally today, it's really windy].

Now it's back to my homework!

Now 43.

That's all it will take. 50 43 people who give me $30. If I can find 50  43 people to do that my trip is paid for, IN FULL. This trip is feeling more and more real by the day.

So here's some things I would love for you to do:
1. Pray for me and my trip in general.
2. Pray and think about giving me $30.
3. Think about who might give me $30, and talk to them and tell me who.

That's not too hard right?

I leave in 51 days. 51 days 21 hours 50 minutes 37 36 35 34...seconds. 48 days 11 hours 28 minutes 50 49 48 47... seconds Why yes I have a countdown n my desktop... And woah. It's coming fast.

In other news, I got my degree plan yesterday. Which I'm one step closer to graduating! 11 classes and student teaching and then I'm done! That's also pretty exciting! Not nearly as exciting as Africa, but still it ranks up there. :]

Help me go to Nigeria!

Here it is guys! This is the shirt I'm selling to help raise money for my mission trip! 

It was designed by my ever so talented brother Darby.

For those wondering, or who don't know, the orphanage I'm going to is called A Place of Hope. 

It will cost $15. If you want one, or 50, click on the the paypal logo on the right side of the page. Donate $15 for each shirt you're buying [or more:] and let me know what size by  paypal, email, or comment here on the blog! My email is briemeeg@gmail.com Add $5 if I need to ship the shirt. 

I have $1,000 already for the summer ad need $1,500 more! Thanks in advance for the prayers, and donations! I love you guys! 

If you have any questions please comment or email me and I'll get back to you ASAP. 

Harroll, Derrick, and Ajah.

Well we got back from New Orleans yesterday. And I long to go back soooo badly! While we were there many people we met on prayer walks told of us of how they NEVER go down the street to 7th and Danneel. This is because the last time they went down there they were shot at, beat up, robbed and so on. While we were there we saw nothing of this. As Mike said "We owned the street" by the end of the week, while not us, but Jesus. Over the week we handed out more than 750 copies of the Bible, and over 15 people came to know the Lord. I think that's a pretty good week, wouldn't you say so?

But let's move on to some of the beautiful kids I spent time with:

This is Harroll:

He is 3 years old. His mother was shot and stabbed to death on Friday, the day we drove back to Texas.  I had the chance to talk to his mother a few times during the week, she was a very nice woman. They lived not to far from where we worked all week. Please pray for him, his family, and the neighborhood in general.

This is Derrick [aka D]:

Photo credit Ashley Howard.

D is my best friend from New Orleans, he is 9 years old now. While I didn't get to spend a whole lot of time with him this year it was still so amazing to see him again! Alex, a middle schooler from my church, was teaching him drum beats. Whenever D learned a new one he was sure to find me to show me. Whenever he did, or was about to do, something he was proud of he would find me. It made my heart soar to hear him yelling my name over the music, and to see him running to me to let me know something. I LOVED getting to sit back and watch Alex love on D. It really meant so much to me to see someone else love on him for Jesus. My first year there, 2009, D prayed to accept Christ. This year I got the chance to talk to him more about that. While he didn't remember praying with me, he told me about a time when he prayed last month for Jesus to come into his heart. We talked about what that means exactly, and how it affects his life. BEST CONVERSATION EVER. Not only did I get to share Jesus with him years ago, I got to further explain what a life following Jesus means. Oh if I could put into words my joy. 

I spent a good deal of my time this year with this precious child, Ajah.

Ajah is four years old.  She is so sweet. She didn't talk to many people other than me, unless I told her to ask them for something or to say hi to them after they said hi to her. She and I laughed and laughed, I have her raspberries on her face and she would squeal and then give me one. I can't think of a sweeter sound than a child squealing and laughing. She took my camera and loved taking pictures. I have several of her beautiful face that she took herself. On Wednesday we talked for a bit about Jesus and His love and sacrifice for us, but being four she wanted to go play rather than talk. Pray that seeds were planted in her life. Pray for her and her brother Tyrell. 

If you have a lot of time to kill ask me about my amazing spring break. I would love to tell you all about it!

New Orleans bound!

When you hear the word New Orleans what do you think of?

According to my good friend Google you most likely think of this:

Mardi Gras

The Saints

Hurricane Katrina. 

But when I hear New Orleans I think of this:

On Saturday I leave with my church group to go to New Orleans for Spring Break. We stay away from the tourist spots and spend most of our time at the intersection of 7th and Danneel. This will be my third year going. Pray for us while we are there please! It's always a new experience, and we always have some type of car, and or tire trouble getting there and coming back.  

The boy in the picture between Mike and I is Derrick, aka D. He is ten now, and I met him my first year there. I could talk for HOURS about this boy, and trust me, I have. The first time I went we were pretty much never separated. That picture was taken moments after he accepted Christ! It was the first time I got a front row seat to watch God move in someone's life. Breath taking.  I got to see him last year again, and I pray that I get to see him again. I LOVE HIM. More than I could ever truly put into words. So pray for D, that's he is safe and going to school. Last year when I saw him again he informed me he gets into a lot of fights at school and is often suspended. Even as I type I can picture his house, perfectly located so I can see him get off the bus from Wings of Faith, the church that let's us hang out and take it over for Backyard Bible Club. I just can't wait to be back there again!

How you can please pray for us there: safety, in travel and while we are there. Strength, and energy. And that we will pour ourselves out so much each day when we get on the bus to go back to the church we are staying out we collapse because all our energy and love has been given to those beautiful children.

In other news, I have $1,750 left to raise for Africa! Something about that number being less than $2,000 makes me feel sooooo much better! Continue to pray for that! 

If you read all this you're awesome! Sorry for my long-windedness, but you surely know that by know I talk a lot. :]

Technology, 80 days, home invaders.

Well guys I feel high tech now! You can now donate for my mission trip right here on my blog! All you gotta do is look to the left and hit the button that says donate! Isn't that exciting? I think so. Thank goodness for my dad, I would never have figured out how to do that.

In other news, I leave for Africa in 80 days! How crazy is that? I mean that's less than 100 guys. Does it give you butterflies like it gives me? 80 DAYS. WOAH. Why yes, I do have a countdown in my room. All that stand in my way is 80 days and $2,000. I'm not worried, my God provides.

My house has been taken over this past week. But it's okay because these are the invaders.

Just look how fierce Blaine looks. 

I have super cute nephews. If you couldn't tell.

How sweet are they?

I very okay with these two little ones invading my house. Blaine woke me up this morning at about 8 by jumping on my bed and telling me about my lizards and how they eat "cripets." [crickets.] They are just so precious. It always makes me smile to hear Blaine say "AUNNNNNT BRIEEEEEEEE!" or Colby squealing "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The 'r' sound is never really said until they hit about 2, and is still often left out. Our house has been filled with giggles, babble and lots of "gun fights" the past few days. And I love it. 

I could do without the dirty diapers though.