When God calls a man, he bids him come and die. Christ told his disciples to follow him, knowing he was headed to Jerusalem to be crucified and he asks me to pick up my cross and follow him there too. These past few days have been heart-wrecking as we’ve been getting more involved in ministry. Elderly people, most of whom have disabilities, living in a home with only the absolute bare essentials, and children whose houses are built of garbage are the faces of the injustice of this world. How did I not know about this? I can’t even imagine. And the scary thing is that we haven’t even seen anything near the worst.
Homes made of trash
Some of the little girls we met at the dump and my team mates.
Sorry I'm not in the picture 🙁
The Lord has been teaching me about the power of prayer. Since we’ve arrived in Guatemala, the days have been filled with hours of just reading the word and praying. We’ve been doing prayer walks through dangerous parts of town and going to the market to ask people if we can pray with them. It’s kind of funny the attention we already get just for being the only white people that live here, but God can use that to help us shake up Puerto Barrios for his kingdom.
Last night, God just really opened my eyes to this weird fog I’ve been living in for just about the last year to be honest. I can’t really describe it, but it sort of feels like I’m on a moving sidewalk, taking a few steps here and there, but somehow ending up in places and doing things I didn’t actively think about. Tracey, one of my teammates, came and prayed with me about it and in that moment, God reminded me of the verse he gave me for this 2011 year. Habakkuk 3:19 “The Sovereign Lord is my strength. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to go on the heights.” And with this verse, he also gave me a picture of a mountain so high that the peak is up above the clouds. God has enabled me to go to that place and if I follow him, he will lead me to this mountain top of clarity high above the clouds. See? Power of prayer.
I don’t understand the way God works, but I know he promises it’s for the good of those who love him. I haven’t missed home too much so that’s good. But if you could pray specifically against that, I would appreciate it. While I’m sure home sickness is going to come at some point, I don’t want to allow that to hinder me from loving people while I am here. Thanks for all the prayers, sometimes I can almost physically feel them, it's kinda crazy! Love all you guys!
Happy Independence Day Guatemala!
