Author: Adventures

Two Copper Coins

     It was a Sunday evening and I was giving a sermon. I knew God wanted me to speak something specific, He wanted to speak through me. The only problem was that I didn't know what He wanted to say. Throughout the day I had been conversing with God, He would give me bits and pieces, but none of it really made sense in my head. All I knew is that they were God's words.      God wanted to make sure I felt His presence all day in order to prepare me for this. It started at seven in the  morning when I had my own worship session, it was at that time...

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Walking with Purpose

Would it be a shock for you to hear that this trip keeps changing me?:) But on second thought, it is not the trip itself. But God is using his children and new experiences as tools to mold me into His image.   To be chiseled into His image has at times been very painful. I have to confront old fears, hurt, and past experiences. But God is faithful and He has proved that He is either holding me by my right arm or He is carrying me. The Lord is burning away my self so that His joy, freedom, and fruit can take root and grow.   Recently I have been challenged to live intentionally by...

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Cliche But True

      Well people prepare yourself for the most cliché and typical missionary post of your life. I’m about to tell you how blessed I truly am after being here, even after such a short time. I know what you’re thinking “oh great another missionary telling me how I need to eat all my food because there are starving child in Africa”, but that’s NOT what I want to say at all.       So here we go, I was sitting at the dump today talking to this family while they ate lunch. (When I say talking I mean barely picking up any of their...

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Guillermo and Pedro

It all started with God telling me to "be ready to recieve." He also went on to tell me "be ready to recieve bad news, but venture forth with good news." So, that left me with a shaky assurance that God was going to do something. The good thing is that I was assured that that bad news was not that my family wasn't in trouble or something worse.  So, my team and I went to the Santo Tomas market to pray for the bars, and the marred gentlemen who reside there. We walked to a very shady and dark bar that said something in Spanish. The men in the club across from the...

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Oh the irony…

Lord please give me the eyes to see how you see. Pausing to absorb the scenery as I walk along the dusty roads of Puerto Barrios, I notice to my left sits a hibiscus bush intertwined in a metal fence. I come up close and gracefully lift the delicate red flower that hangs there, perfect in form. My eyes follow the plant down to the roots where garbage of all kind is scattered there below. Hmmm, waste birthing beauty instead of beauty birthing more beauty. Not what you'd expect.  Merriam-Webster defines irony as "incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of...

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We are not alone

We started out last week going out to the children’s hospital here in Puerto Barrios. I was a little nervous walking in, not knowing what I might find. The rooms reminded me of something out of an old war movie. Old, uncomfortable beds and a handful of patients all put together in one room with different injuries and illnesses. No privacy at all. It being a children’s hospital, the room was also filled families and parents sitting with their sick children. Looking around the room, one little boy in particular stole my heart. He was wearing old, ratty clothes made for man twice...

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