Feed My Starving Children

Yesterday I had the privilege of volunteering at a non-profit organization called Feed My Starving Children. Located in Aurora, this organization fills food packages to send to third world countries to feed children who are suffering from starvation. Six girls, including myself, volunteered to be apart of this inspiring organization. In just two hours we (and the rest of the volunteers) packed enough food to feed 60 kids for a year. Not only was it rewarding emotionally and spiritually, but it was so much fun! At each station there was a bin of chicken flavor, dried vegetables, soy, and rice, a funnel, bags, a sealer machine, and a packing box. Each person is designated a job and together the packages are filled. There were people of all ages there--from the ten year old boy, Elijah, who worked next to me, to the 80 year old man who scooped the rice, anyone can do it. So today I challenge you to go out and help. Be apart of Feed My Starving Children. Or any organization at that... “Blessed are those who are generous, because they feed the poor.” Proverbs 22:9.

If you're interested here's more info on FMSC: www.fmsc.org

Try Something...Again

Here’s something I never thought I would do again...play basketball. My roommate Linnea, who has played basketball for more than half her life until she tore her ACL last year, plays on a co-ed intramural basketball team every Tuesday night at 9. Last week when I went to watch her game they were short a girl, and guess who volunteered to play next time? This girl. Mind you, the last time I played on a competitive basketball team was 8th grade. (I don’t think Faith Hoops counts Freshman year of high school). Needless to say when Tuesday night came around, I was kind of freaking out. All the guys on my team had played all through high school, and kept up the game in college. I was the new girl, and a girl at that.

I stepped on the court not know what to expect or how my body would react. An exhausting 40 minutes later I had exceeded my expectations, despite the fact I hadn’t ran like that since I was 13 and I’m pretty sure my lungs are going to collapse, the basketball gene is still buried within me. I scored a three point shot, played decent defense, and the other times I shot the ball my aim was right there. All I need is a little more practice and I will be on my “A” game, that and my offensive dribbling skills need major work. All I know is that it feels good to be back in the game.