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Adios Mexico
Que raro que voy a regreser Estados Unidos manana, pero estoy lista porque me extrano ustedes, todos. Pero tambien voy a extanar Mexico, voy a extranar hablando en Espanol, voy a extranar futbol, voy a extranar los ninos, voy a extranar Ma. Pero mas de todos esos cosas voy a extranar una vida facil para creer que Dios no solo puede hacer cosas locas pero quiere, y va.
Pues, adios Mexico por ahora, gracias por todos!
Pues, adios Mexico por ahora, gracias por todos!
Monday, August 3, 2009
God Speaks
The Lord has been speaking lately, or maybe im actually listening lately, either way i am so greatful, like i wrote in the last blog He speaks in our heart laguage, and how i love the sound of English!
Wednesday all of the mexican students and i spent twelve hours solo with the Lord. We dressed warm, were given a gallon of water, a whistle, a flashlight, and ONE match. Dan decided where on the mountain we each would go, with a lot of distance between each one of us, and up we each went one by one at 5 in the evening, and there we would stay until 5 in the morning. I began to gather as much fire wood as i could, kept thinking that i had enough, but why not get more while there was still light. Once i gathered all that i could, i sat there with my organzed by size piles of fire wood, and the chair i had made for myself becuase there were so many stickers on the ground. I kept looking at my water, and looking at my one match wondering-when i would take the first drink, i didnt want to drink it too fast, we didnt have dinner that night so water was going to have to fill my stomache-when would i strike my only match, if i did it too soon and ran out of firewood i would be cold, or if the match did not stike i would be without fire the whole night. I kept looking around the mountain to see when other people would start their fires. Eventually, i was too cold, and i thought someone had to be the first, so i started my fire. Sure enough not too much later three more fires started up, everyone was waiting for the first person, as the night went on everyone started their fire, but by two in the morning there were only two of us, and a half hour after that my fire was the only one shining on the mountain. I wanted to bring fire to each person, i knew where most of them were, but it was against the rules, i felt so bad knowing that they could see my fire and didnt have any warmth for themselves. Many times i thought about putting out my fire to make everyone else more comfortable. That's when the Lord spoke. He told me about how the peices of firewood were each like a verse from the Bible, and it was by them that my fire, my light to this world has the strength to shine. The ONE match i had, is my one life here, my one chance to make a difference in the Kingdom. The Lord began to remind me of how many times in my life, i have known the word of the Lord, and i have been passionate for Him, then i get around people who dont know Jesus, and im always the first to start sharing of His love, like how i was the first fire, i jump right into it. And so many times i let the fire die, i put my fire out when i am around nonbelievers so that they wont feel uncomfortable. It's not that i get tired, or that i am scared, but simply that i feel as though i am offending people, and i feel bad. I have accepted the verse 1 John 3:13-when Paul warns His the church that people are going to hate them, dont be suprised by that. This is something that i have never really struggled with, i dont mind if people dont like me or not, but i often put out my fire becuase i dont want people to think that becuase i love Jesus i dont like them. I have learned that it is not me that makes people uncomfortable, but that it is Christ, Jesus told me that it's not about me, it between Him and the people i am sharing with-"so step out of my way Kayla, and let what i have put in you, let ME shine." The Lord told me that i was not to put out my fire while i was on the mountain as symbol of no longer doing so in my life, and i didn't until 5:30 am, and i still had firewood left.
Isaiah 61:1-3 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me, for the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent e to comfort the brokenhearted and to proclaim that captives will be released and prisoners will be freed. He has sent me to tell those who mourn that the time of the Lord's favor has come, and with it, the day of God's anger against their enemies. To all who mourn in Mexico, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness they will be like great oaks that the Lord has planted for his own glory.
Since i have been here i have had the privilege to do partner with the Lord and do these things, at the same time the Jesus has met here and brought the Spirit of the Sovereign Lord with him to bring me good news, comfort me, release me from chains, and tell me about the Lord's favor and how He is angry with my enemies, he has given me a beautiful crown, joy, and praise-as He has used me to tranform people into great oaks, He has replanted me as a great oak for His glory. For this i am so thankful. I am so thankful that no matter how persistant i was to run away from the Lord He was more persistant to run after me, and no matter how stubborn i was to stay broken, He was more stubborn to heal me. Being here and recieving more of the Lord's heart for His people everyday, being anointed by the Sovereign Lord to do the amazing things spoken in this passage, i am more and more terrified of the day that i will have to say good bye.
The Mexican students left on Friday, and there were definately tears, which only led me to think about having to say good bye to the kids that i have been spending every week with, the youth boys who i know the Lord has so much for. I have found comfort in knowing that i am not the one who brought the Lord here to San Vicente, therefore i can not take Him with me when i leave, i know that He was here before me, and He is going to continue to be here. I have been learning how to pray with the Lord's heart for His people and love with His heart and yet protect my heart for when i have to say good bye. Reading Paul's letter to the churches, He loves them-yet continues to only visit, and trust the Lord with them, knowing that He loves them more than Paul could, Paul has to say good bye a lot...I am learning from Paul. The Lord has really opened my eyes to how big He is, realizing that there are kids similar to the ones in San Vicente all over the world, so many more, so many lost, and so many that He loves, so many who themselves are anointed by the Sovereign Lord. This is something that we have all always known, but the reality of that is something that i am grasping daily.
I cry thinking about having to say good bye these kids, knowing that i most likely will never see them again, and the Lord tells me to take a moment and jump into His shoes. So there i am in heaven, there are so many beautiful colors, colors i have never seen on Earth before, the angels are singing, and i am amazed by the absence of spiritual warefare. My children are coming to me, i love them so much, my heart is pounding with joy for everyone that i open the gates for that they may enter my presence forever, I tell them that they have made me proud, that they are my good and faithful servants, i thank them for loving me, and I smile as each one of them recieve the whole love that i have always had for them. Then come some of my children whom i have loved just as much, whom i had been patiently waiting for, but now my heart is tearing inside, i can only shed tears on the inside becuase this this justice, i must deny entrance for them and i send them forever into tormeant, forever they will be absent of my presence. As terrible as this is for them, as sorry as i am for them that they will live in tormeant forever, i am sad, i am angry, becuase i too wanted to spend eternity with them, i want to know my children, i want to love them, but now is good bye forever.
I have always realized how terrible it is for the people that are going to hell forever, i have always wanted to bring the truth for their sake, that they may not suffer. But standing in the Lord's shoes, my motives have changed, now i want to bring the good news so that my God, my Daddy, my Best Friend might not be sad. I am so sad to say good bye to these kids, but i still have the hope of maybe seeing them again, more-so i have the hope that one day they will get to meet the Lord face to face, that some day they will recieve real love. But when the Lord has to say good bye to his children, that He loves so much more than i do these kids here, and He says good bye forever, with no hope of them ever meeting Him face to face, no hope of them ever receiving love, and our God has to do this all the time!!!
The third of many things that the Lord has revealed to me lately, Tina and i were driving by a sheperd and his sheep and i began to thank the Lord for leaving His flock to come and get me-so many times. He told me to look at the rest of he flock, not just the sheperd that left them to come after me, but the rest of the flock that stayed strong while He was gone. He told me that i was to be a part of the flock that He could walk away from to get the others who have gone away. He told me that He is only able to walk away from His flock to go after those ones because He is able to trust His flock, He told me that He needs me to be one who will look over the flock while He is out on business. I dont know if that will make sense to very many of you, but it did to me...
This week is a lot of catch up things, making the casettes to pass out to the camps, cleaning a lot, and we have our last team coming Thursday night, they are from San Diego, but actually a Mexican team, not sure whether they speak English or not, but this weekend is going to be packed with working with indiginous tribes.
I am getting anxious to get home, but i am trying to stay grounded here, for my time remaining here, my prayer request is Colossians 1:11-12, thank you!
Love you all
Wednesday all of the mexican students and i spent twelve hours solo with the Lord. We dressed warm, were given a gallon of water, a whistle, a flashlight, and ONE match. Dan decided where on the mountain we each would go, with a lot of distance between each one of us, and up we each went one by one at 5 in the evening, and there we would stay until 5 in the morning. I began to gather as much fire wood as i could, kept thinking that i had enough, but why not get more while there was still light. Once i gathered all that i could, i sat there with my organzed by size piles of fire wood, and the chair i had made for myself becuase there were so many stickers on the ground. I kept looking at my water, and looking at my one match wondering-when i would take the first drink, i didnt want to drink it too fast, we didnt have dinner that night so water was going to have to fill my stomache-when would i strike my only match, if i did it too soon and ran out of firewood i would be cold, or if the match did not stike i would be without fire the whole night. I kept looking around the mountain to see when other people would start their fires. Eventually, i was too cold, and i thought someone had to be the first, so i started my fire. Sure enough not too much later three more fires started up, everyone was waiting for the first person, as the night went on everyone started their fire, but by two in the morning there were only two of us, and a half hour after that my fire was the only one shining on the mountain. I wanted to bring fire to each person, i knew where most of them were, but it was against the rules, i felt so bad knowing that they could see my fire and didnt have any warmth for themselves. Many times i thought about putting out my fire to make everyone else more comfortable. That's when the Lord spoke. He told me about how the peices of firewood were each like a verse from the Bible, and it was by them that my fire, my light to this world has the strength to shine. The ONE match i had, is my one life here, my one chance to make a difference in the Kingdom. The Lord began to remind me of how many times in my life, i have known the word of the Lord, and i have been passionate for Him, then i get around people who dont know Jesus, and im always the first to start sharing of His love, like how i was the first fire, i jump right into it. And so many times i let the fire die, i put my fire out when i am around nonbelievers so that they wont feel uncomfortable. It's not that i get tired, or that i am scared, but simply that i feel as though i am offending people, and i feel bad. I have accepted the verse 1 John 3:13-when Paul warns His the church that people are going to hate them, dont be suprised by that. This is something that i have never really struggled with, i dont mind if people dont like me or not, but i often put out my fire becuase i dont want people to think that becuase i love Jesus i dont like them. I have learned that it is not me that makes people uncomfortable, but that it is Christ, Jesus told me that it's not about me, it between Him and the people i am sharing with-"so step out of my way Kayla, and let what i have put in you, let ME shine." The Lord told me that i was not to put out my fire while i was on the mountain as symbol of no longer doing so in my life, and i didn't until 5:30 am, and i still had firewood left.
Isaiah 61:1-3 The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me, for the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent e to comfort the brokenhearted and to proclaim that captives will be released and prisoners will be freed. He has sent me to tell those who mourn that the time of the Lord's favor has come, and with it, the day of God's anger against their enemies. To all who mourn in Mexico, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness they will be like great oaks that the Lord has planted for his own glory.
Since i have been here i have had the privilege to do partner with the Lord and do these things, at the same time the Jesus has met here and brought the Spirit of the Sovereign Lord with him to bring me good news, comfort me, release me from chains, and tell me about the Lord's favor and how He is angry with my enemies, he has given me a beautiful crown, joy, and praise-as He has used me to tranform people into great oaks, He has replanted me as a great oak for His glory. For this i am so thankful. I am so thankful that no matter how persistant i was to run away from the Lord He was more persistant to run after me, and no matter how stubborn i was to stay broken, He was more stubborn to heal me. Being here and recieving more of the Lord's heart for His people everyday, being anointed by the Sovereign Lord to do the amazing things spoken in this passage, i am more and more terrified of the day that i will have to say good bye.
The Mexican students left on Friday, and there were definately tears, which only led me to think about having to say good bye to the kids that i have been spending every week with, the youth boys who i know the Lord has so much for. I have found comfort in knowing that i am not the one who brought the Lord here to San Vicente, therefore i can not take Him with me when i leave, i know that He was here before me, and He is going to continue to be here. I have been learning how to pray with the Lord's heart for His people and love with His heart and yet protect my heart for when i have to say good bye. Reading Paul's letter to the churches, He loves them-yet continues to only visit, and trust the Lord with them, knowing that He loves them more than Paul could, Paul has to say good bye a lot...I am learning from Paul. The Lord has really opened my eyes to how big He is, realizing that there are kids similar to the ones in San Vicente all over the world, so many more, so many lost, and so many that He loves, so many who themselves are anointed by the Sovereign Lord. This is something that we have all always known, but the reality of that is something that i am grasping daily.
I cry thinking about having to say good bye these kids, knowing that i most likely will never see them again, and the Lord tells me to take a moment and jump into His shoes. So there i am in heaven, there are so many beautiful colors, colors i have never seen on Earth before, the angels are singing, and i am amazed by the absence of spiritual warefare. My children are coming to me, i love them so much, my heart is pounding with joy for everyone that i open the gates for that they may enter my presence forever, I tell them that they have made me proud, that they are my good and faithful servants, i thank them for loving me, and I smile as each one of them recieve the whole love that i have always had for them. Then come some of my children whom i have loved just as much, whom i had been patiently waiting for, but now my heart is tearing inside, i can only shed tears on the inside becuase this this justice, i must deny entrance for them and i send them forever into tormeant, forever they will be absent of my presence. As terrible as this is for them, as sorry as i am for them that they will live in tormeant forever, i am sad, i am angry, becuase i too wanted to spend eternity with them, i want to know my children, i want to love them, but now is good bye forever.
I have always realized how terrible it is for the people that are going to hell forever, i have always wanted to bring the truth for their sake, that they may not suffer. But standing in the Lord's shoes, my motives have changed, now i want to bring the good news so that my God, my Daddy, my Best Friend might not be sad. I am so sad to say good bye to these kids, but i still have the hope of maybe seeing them again, more-so i have the hope that one day they will get to meet the Lord face to face, that some day they will recieve real love. But when the Lord has to say good bye to his children, that He loves so much more than i do these kids here, and He says good bye forever, with no hope of them ever meeting Him face to face, no hope of them ever receiving love, and our God has to do this all the time!!!
The third of many things that the Lord has revealed to me lately, Tina and i were driving by a sheperd and his sheep and i began to thank the Lord for leaving His flock to come and get me-so many times. He told me to look at the rest of he flock, not just the sheperd that left them to come after me, but the rest of the flock that stayed strong while He was gone. He told me that i was to be a part of the flock that He could walk away from to get the others who have gone away. He told me that He is only able to walk away from His flock to go after those ones because He is able to trust His flock, He told me that He needs me to be one who will look over the flock while He is out on business. I dont know if that will make sense to very many of you, but it did to me...
This week is a lot of catch up things, making the casettes to pass out to the camps, cleaning a lot, and we have our last team coming Thursday night, they are from San Diego, but actually a Mexican team, not sure whether they speak English or not, but this weekend is going to be packed with working with indiginous tribes.
I am getting anxious to get home, but i am trying to stay grounded here, for my time remaining here, my prayer request is Colossians 1:11-12, thank you!
Love you all
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Just three weeks left
It is crazy to think that i have been here for seven weeks-so many people told me that i would look back and think that it went by so fast, but the truth is that i feel like i have been here for seven months. It seems like so much longer becuase so many things have happened, becuase i have learned and been a part of so much, it has been fascinating, at the same time extremely difficult. I apologize for not writing in a long time, which means that i am going to leave out a lot of big things that have happened...gives you all a chance to talk me to when i get home :)
Well the Little Country Team came and went, and i praise the Lord for choosing the time they came and for choosing who came. I needed some of "my" people that week, and the poeple that he brought were better than i could have hoped for. The highschool girls that came reminded me that i have something to go home to. I have been feeling like i could just live here, that i am being used here and falling to the lie that if i go home i will not be used, that there is no ministry at home for me. The Lord reminded how much my heart breaks for high school girls-it's hard to be a high school girl, and i am so excited to get home and be a part of their lives. The Lord also brought adults on the team that were like parents to me, that encouraged me, that told me they were proud of me-something that i have needed to hear. Something that i have always wanted to hear from a certain person my whole life it seems, and never have. During the LCC team's week here i heard it, and it was said so sincerely and with just strength that i heard it from the Lord's mouth himself, and no more do i feel like i need to hear it from that other person. Also-the young men that came on the team were men of the Lord, were strong men with a soft heart and sensative to the spirit, seeing that gave me hope, and sealed the healing that the Lord has b!een doing in me.
While the team was here we had "El Reventon" it was very similar to an Outreach America Blast, and the Lord showed up, people got saved. Also-something for everyone that came down to know-you guys changed hearts of boys that Dan and his staff have been praying for and spending time with for years. I am sure that you all remember Chulo, Papas, and Leo-if not, Tina's brother and two of the boys that worked with us during the week. These three boys have been around missionary teams, and around Christians their whole lives, but never wanted to be a part of it, i talked to some of you about the trouble with all the rules that the Mexicans put on being a Christian rather than a relationship with the Lord. Anyway, the Tuesday that you guys left, that night-all three boys accepted the Lord!!! :) Gracias a Dios!
Ever since the tea left i have not spoken or heard any English except for from Dusten's ipod-it has been difficult, but every day i am blessed that i understand what people are saying to me, that i dont have to translate in my head and think about my words before i respond but that i can have a conversation with ease. This is good considering i am living with about ten missionary students from different parts of Mexico. It has been a little bot difficult for me though becuase of the cultural differences, and the fact that i am the only American. For example, they make lots of comments about the differences in cultures and what they disagree with in our culture and make references to color. I know that it is not to be offensive but simply becuase different colors or cultures is not something that they have ever had to be sensative with becuase in Mexico there is only one color, one culture, one language-growing up in America we learn not to refer to someon by color, or not to disagree with cultures.
I went with the students to some labor camps about two hours away where there are lots of people who grew up speaking another idiom of Spanish, but once they are old enough to work they move from their tribe and only speak Spanish. We went around with a tape player, three different casette tapes and different maps of Mexico. We went door to door asking people if they spoke another idiom and if so where they were from, we found it on the map then searched the tapes which contained 300 different 30 second clips of idioms. When we found theirs i would have them listen to it, and make sure that they understood what it said, i would ask them to explain it to me in Spanish, and they i asked if they would like casettes in their proper idiom of messages of the Bible. It was amzing to see the faces of people when they heard their idiom outside of their tribe. There were so many that were not Christians, that would not have wanted anything to do with the Bible, but to have their heart language readily available for them to hear was an offer they could not pass up. It was great for me to be able to understand, being here and only hearing spanish, or hearing lessons of the Bible only in Spanish, even if i understand it all-it does not pentrate my heart the same way that English does. The Lord speaks to us personally in out proper language, in our heart language. Crazy-300 different idioms and they are all so close to the Spanish we learn in school on America, but here they are all SO different. In these labor camps there were children who did not know how to speak any spanish, they moved with their parents and couldnt play with any of the other kids becuase they couldnt understand each other, it was heart breaking. There was one boy in particular who my heart broke for, his name is Francisco and he is 16- he moved from his tribe to this labor camp more than seven hours away alone to work becuase his family has no money. He didnt speak very much spanish at all, but had sketchy tattoos that someone from the labor camp had put on him, looked like to be a part of a gang. When we began talking to him i was almost in tears just feeling the Lord's heart for this kid and how much the Lord wanted to preserve his childhood-the calling that this kid has on his life to bring truth to his tribe-but how trapt he is in all the lies of the enemy. I was on a team with Tina and Carlos for the casette assignment, she looked at me, and we both knew that we needed to pray for him. We asked him if we could, and then had Carlos pray for him, that way he could lay hands on him and it would not be crossing any cultural borders inapropriately. We are going back to these camps on Friday to hand out the tapes, very excited.
Friday is also the last day for the students that are here, then we have a team from Tijuana coming Saturday for a week. Please be praying for me during that week.
A big prayer for myself that i have had lately is that i will not fall into the trap of thinking that i only have three more weeks of work left to do, but i want to be a slave for the Lord even more so at home than i am here. It should be easier for me when i am at home in my confort zone to serve the Lord, to be sensative to His spirit. Mainly i have been praying that i would continue to walk in the freedom that the Lord has given me here, so many people at home know how stupid i have been in my past, and thinking about how many times the Lord has pulled out of the stupidity and i walked right back into it. Coming here it has been easy to be who the Lord has created me to be and walk freely from my past becuase no one here knows of my past. I am healed, and i am free, i am so thankful, and i am so excited becuase for the first time in my life i truely believe that the Lord has forgotten my trespasses, and He has blessed me, He has answered my prayers that i might forget them as well-and i have! I am free!
People i have been praying for a lot lately-Keely, Girlfriend, Gina, my small group Girls-the Lord has been giving me His heart for you, and He wants you to walk in the same freedom that i now am-He says that you dont have to go to Mexico for three months to recieve it!
Love you all!!!
Well the Little Country Team came and went, and i praise the Lord for choosing the time they came and for choosing who came. I needed some of "my" people that week, and the poeple that he brought were better than i could have hoped for. The highschool girls that came reminded me that i have something to go home to. I have been feeling like i could just live here, that i am being used here and falling to the lie that if i go home i will not be used, that there is no ministry at home for me. The Lord reminded how much my heart breaks for high school girls-it's hard to be a high school girl, and i am so excited to get home and be a part of their lives. The Lord also brought adults on the team that were like parents to me, that encouraged me, that told me they were proud of me-something that i have needed to hear. Something that i have always wanted to hear from a certain person my whole life it seems, and never have. During the LCC team's week here i heard it, and it was said so sincerely and with just strength that i heard it from the Lord's mouth himself, and no more do i feel like i need to hear it from that other person. Also-the young men that came on the team were men of the Lord, were strong men with a soft heart and sensative to the spirit, seeing that gave me hope, and sealed the healing that the Lord has b!een doing in me.
While the team was here we had "El Reventon" it was very similar to an Outreach America Blast, and the Lord showed up, people got saved. Also-something for everyone that came down to know-you guys changed hearts of boys that Dan and his staff have been praying for and spending time with for years. I am sure that you all remember Chulo, Papas, and Leo-if not, Tina's brother and two of the boys that worked with us during the week. These three boys have been around missionary teams, and around Christians their whole lives, but never wanted to be a part of it, i talked to some of you about the trouble with all the rules that the Mexicans put on being a Christian rather than a relationship with the Lord. Anyway, the Tuesday that you guys left, that night-all three boys accepted the Lord!!! :) Gracias a Dios!
Ever since the tea left i have not spoken or heard any English except for from Dusten's ipod-it has been difficult, but every day i am blessed that i understand what people are saying to me, that i dont have to translate in my head and think about my words before i respond but that i can have a conversation with ease. This is good considering i am living with about ten missionary students from different parts of Mexico. It has been a little bot difficult for me though becuase of the cultural differences, and the fact that i am the only American. For example, they make lots of comments about the differences in cultures and what they disagree with in our culture and make references to color. I know that it is not to be offensive but simply becuase different colors or cultures is not something that they have ever had to be sensative with becuase in Mexico there is only one color, one culture, one language-growing up in America we learn not to refer to someon by color, or not to disagree with cultures.
I went with the students to some labor camps about two hours away where there are lots of people who grew up speaking another idiom of Spanish, but once they are old enough to work they move from their tribe and only speak Spanish. We went around with a tape player, three different casette tapes and different maps of Mexico. We went door to door asking people if they spoke another idiom and if so where they were from, we found it on the map then searched the tapes which contained 300 different 30 second clips of idioms. When we found theirs i would have them listen to it, and make sure that they understood what it said, i would ask them to explain it to me in Spanish, and they i asked if they would like casettes in their proper idiom of messages of the Bible. It was amzing to see the faces of people when they heard their idiom outside of their tribe. There were so many that were not Christians, that would not have wanted anything to do with the Bible, but to have their heart language readily available for them to hear was an offer they could not pass up. It was great for me to be able to understand, being here and only hearing spanish, or hearing lessons of the Bible only in Spanish, even if i understand it all-it does not pentrate my heart the same way that English does. The Lord speaks to us personally in out proper language, in our heart language. Crazy-300 different idioms and they are all so close to the Spanish we learn in school on America, but here they are all SO different. In these labor camps there were children who did not know how to speak any spanish, they moved with their parents and couldnt play with any of the other kids becuase they couldnt understand each other, it was heart breaking. There was one boy in particular who my heart broke for, his name is Francisco and he is 16- he moved from his tribe to this labor camp more than seven hours away alone to work becuase his family has no money. He didnt speak very much spanish at all, but had sketchy tattoos that someone from the labor camp had put on him, looked like to be a part of a gang. When we began talking to him i was almost in tears just feeling the Lord's heart for this kid and how much the Lord wanted to preserve his childhood-the calling that this kid has on his life to bring truth to his tribe-but how trapt he is in all the lies of the enemy. I was on a team with Tina and Carlos for the casette assignment, she looked at me, and we both knew that we needed to pray for him. We asked him if we could, and then had Carlos pray for him, that way he could lay hands on him and it would not be crossing any cultural borders inapropriately. We are going back to these camps on Friday to hand out the tapes, very excited.
Friday is also the last day for the students that are here, then we have a team from Tijuana coming Saturday for a week. Please be praying for me during that week.
A big prayer for myself that i have had lately is that i will not fall into the trap of thinking that i only have three more weeks of work left to do, but i want to be a slave for the Lord even more so at home than i am here. It should be easier for me when i am at home in my confort zone to serve the Lord, to be sensative to His spirit. Mainly i have been praying that i would continue to walk in the freedom that the Lord has given me here, so many people at home know how stupid i have been in my past, and thinking about how many times the Lord has pulled out of the stupidity and i walked right back into it. Coming here it has been easy to be who the Lord has created me to be and walk freely from my past becuase no one here knows of my past. I am healed, and i am free, i am so thankful, and i am so excited becuase for the first time in my life i truely believe that the Lord has forgotten my trespasses, and He has blessed me, He has answered my prayers that i might forget them as well-and i have! I am free!
People i have been praying for a lot lately-Keely, Girlfriend, Gina, my small group Girls-the Lord has been giving me His heart for you, and He wants you to walk in the same freedom that i now am-He says that you dont have to go to Mexico for three months to recieve it!
Love you all!!!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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