A Walk in His Shoes

Just months ago I was headed in a completely different path. I finished my associates in science and started on my bachelor degree in interior design. I drove to Birmingham twice a week for 3 semesters. I had a another baby and things changed. I couldn't drive back in forth from Alexander City to Birmingham twice a week anymore. I had worked with an interior designer and I loved the creativeness about it but I didn't like dealing with the clientele. I searched everywhere. I felt empty. I questioned my life and if I had made the right choices. And I finally found what I was looking for. Jesus. And I have Christie Cotney and George Magera to thank for that.

I met Christie on facebook through another friend of mine. They had commented on some jewelry Christie was selling to raise money for a school to be built in Uganda, East Africa. I was so touched by the pictures and post I saw on her page. I then donated for bricks for the school to be built. I followed Christie's blogs and post on facebook. I would look through all of her pictures and cry. I then realized that I was not living the life God wanted me to, but the life of the "American Dream". From then on my life would change forever,a life so beautiful that I knew that this is what I had longed for so long.....

Christie and George have shared the love of Christ in places where witchcraft exist. Where people sacrifice there children for healing powers. Where they had no clean water to drink until now. I have seen God all over their works. I hurt when they hurt, I cry when they cry, I rejoice when they rejoice. They have shown me the love of Christ. I don't mean something you get from scripture or church, but full blown miracles. Christie and George have shown me the power in prayer. How God can move people to fund $9000 for a borehole or $22,000 to get 220 children into school in a place that didn't even have one. But most of all they are sharing the love of Christ. They have been to other villages that practice witchcraft openly. They had people sneak letters for prayer because they were afraid they would be killed.

I stalk their pages for updates on the village. I befriend their friends to know them better and I have made some of the most wonderful friends that I have never even met, but I love them all like family. I love their hearts. I pray for them everyday. I share the links and pictures they share. 


If you knew me before, you would never believe the person I am now, and if you know me now, you would never believe the person I was. I love freely now. I open my eyes and heart to others.  I help the wicked, the homeless and the forgotten. I love them.


I want to be like Christie and George, I want to walk in the shoes of Jesus. I want to share his love. I am going to Uganda in June and I am so excited. I might be sleeping on the floor, I might be without power (and God forbid facebook lol) but I am right there in the midst of God and that is beautiful. Now I don't care about any of the material things in life, just the Grace of God. One of the most beautiful things of life.

If you feel lost and empty, it is God you need. The missing link is His grace, His love, and His forgiveness. God commands us to be his hands and feet. To share His love and word.