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My True Journey

I once went on a missionary journey to the west coast of Africa, the motherland the experience changed my life forever and my conception of each and every man I lived as a homeless person, working on the street shining shoes I lived one day of my life like the less fortunate always do I experienced the hungers pains and the despair that they always feel I learned It's not important what you possess in this world but are you willing to share your last meal when I returned back home to America the man that I had shined shoes with asked me to send him only a dictionary but instead I sent an entire care kit I was sad in the beginning when they told me there were no more missionary slots but after I prayed to my Lord God He opened up for me a spot The Lord God desired that I be on that missionary tour for the knowledge that I've brought back has benefited me and so many more I now know not to be quick to judge others until one can comprehend you don't know of their circumstances in life or where they might have been until you've walked in some else's shoes only then you will see that It's not about the things you possess in this word It's about your spiritual journey

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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