La Sonya

How do I choose which road to take? How am I to know? Who will help me, who will be there for me? God are you silent on this one or is it in my heart? Is it the harder path or the one that sounds like it would be safe? Safe isn't always bad, and God, I'm tired. I'm tired of not knowing, of having to choose and of going at this alone. I'm listening, I'm looking, just tell me where. Please. I'm scared.

I went up to couch rock last night. It's one of the highest points on camp, I went to look at the stars and to remember my God and where He has brought me. I could look over the entire camp and hear voices of Spanish and English wafting up in droves from Spanish Campmeeting, I could hear their music still playing late into the night after their meeting. As I looked up into the night sky to find my place in this universe, I realized I was lost. I couldn't find my place, I could only find one of the Dippers. I didn't see the normal stars that guide me, that show me I'm home. It was really unsettling. I am used to looking up and knowing the place of everything, which direction to turn to see what and how far to the left or right to turn. But last night I felt confused, lost and out of place. It was actually quite scary and uncomfortable. As the sliver of moon set the night sky became brighter and the stars more radiant I was able to calm down and focus. Eventually I was a...

When you ask yourself, "Where is Sonya these days?" Here is the answer you can give yourself, in the form of a song. Greetings from the land of buttes, cacti, dry heat and Camp Yavapines.

To the church family in America. This is a letter written by Junus Pulasdug Ndaro from the Tanzania Adventist Secondary School to the church family in America. "There are sounds of beautiful songs where Love dwells. In God brethern we are one though we are separated with the deepest ocean but the story of Jesus of a great love, He showed on the cross of salvation connects the North and South, East and West with Great Love of ages which makes bridges across the deepest ocean and beautiful songs are heard while crossing the bridge and we are all connected with a chorus. Oh tell me the story of Jesus Oh tell me."