Author: Adventures

Today we went to visit El Hogar De Ancians Santo Francisco de Asis (The home of the elderly of St. Francis of Asisi).Walking in, I felt so uncomfortable. I have tried my darnedest for most of my life to avoid these kinds of places. I generally find them far too depressing, even in the US. It’s the same reason I avoid funerals and memorial services and hospitals. I don’t like death. I don’t like being reminded that at one time or another, we will all be there, dying or having died. I know, I know, “Teach us to number our days aright, O Lord…” but...

It was a little less than 2 years ago I stood in the training center at Adventures in Missions, overwhelmed by the presence of the Lord. Training Camp for the World Race wrecked me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I had to pretend to have it all together. It was okay to acknowledge past hurts and wounds, and in that acknowledgement find healing and freedom. One night, someone was praying over us and called God Daddy. I had never thought of God as a Dad. Of course, Heavenly Father, and the example of a perfect father figure , but never something so informal and yet...

Training Camp blew my mind. I had dozens of words of prophecy spoken over me and spoke prophecy over many people. I was in an intimate time of worship when Jimmy approached me and spoke into my ear, "You are going to find out just how strong God is in this season of your life. It is going to come out of your weakness and you will truly know what it means for God's strength to be perfected in your moments of weakness. You seek holiness more than anything and God sees your heart. It is okay to be weak and embrace His strength." In that moment I began to weep. I went to my...