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Sunday, March 27, 2011

if.

"If the moment I am conscious of the shadow of self crossing my threshold, 
I do not shut the door, 
and in the power of Him who works in us to will and to do, 
keep that door shut, 
then I know nothing of Calvary love."
"If the praise of man elates me and his blame depresses me; 
if I cannot rest under misunderstanding without defending myself; 
if I love to be loved more than to love, to be served more than to serve,  
then I know nothing of Calvary love."

~Amy Carmichael, missionary to India 


Friday, March 25, 2011

home for a little while.

I am home from training.

For a little while.

At the beginning of February, due to a couple of freezing days in El Paso, pipes burst and our house flooded.  The house to which I have returned is beautiful!  The richness of color now invading every room and the blending of new styles of fabrics is fascinating and enchanting.  I love it!  But along with being so fresh and new and beautiful, it is also different.

It is different.  But not in a bad way.  I am so glad that God brought the flood, because along with it He brought newness and inspiration for cleaning!  It is different.  And as I lay looking at the newly painted ceiling in the new twin/trundle bed in my new room, I thought how the house is such a picture of my life right now.

Change.
Out with the old, in with the new.
Transition.
Living uncomfortable to move toward something better.
New.

One of my brothers in Christ spoke up during our wrap-up session at training.  He shared with us that he had learned that there is a difference between "house" and "home."  House is a building, that is familiar and comfortable, and carries with it the idea of safety and security.  But a home is more.  Home is being with people you love.  Home is peace.  Home is anywhere that God is in control and He is the focus of the heart(s) there.  Houses can be destroyed, but homes stand.  Houses can change often; home can change, but it remains.  One couple mentioned that the new house in their new country where they are going soon will be their 23rd house.  But home, for this couple, is each other.

I have returned home for a little while.  The house has changed, but my home has not.  I am so thankful to God for these 11 days to spend with my family and friends.  I have thought that saying goodbye to them soon is leaving home.  But God is always with me.  And He is leading me to a new home with Him.  My comfort is in God.  And home is with my family in Christ in spirit no matter where I am.

Though I am leaving for Kenya for two weeks, and then Zambia for a month, and then finally to Sudan for two years, I am not leaving home.  It will just be different.  In a wonderful way!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

DC report.

Our DC trip went wonderfully!

When we arrived and the buses dropped us off at Union Station, I was very motion sick.  Not fun.  But I was surrounded by helpful friends who gave me peanut butter crackers, dramamine, water, and a ginger ale.  After walking around the station for a little while, I began to feel much better!

We stayed in Union Station observing internationals for about thirty minutes.  While we were standing in the middle of the lobby, two acupuncture students approached me and another woman on my team (A) and asked if they could take our pulses.  They have to take 40 pulses every day for their classes!  We said yes, and we began talking to them as they found our pulses.  I talked to Holly for a while, asking her questions about acupuncture.  Apparently, there are five types of acupuncture, and only one of those, the one used in Japan, is of a spiritual nature.  She asked what we were up to, and I shared how I am moving to East Africa to teach kids, teach AIDS education, and to share the love of Jesus.  When she heard I was going to Sudan, she responded with a high pitch, excited "oh!" followed by a much lower, scared-sounding "Oh."

"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"No, God has given me a real peace," I said with a huge smile on my face.

After she finished taking my pulse, Asia, who just finished taking A's pulse switched with Holly and took my pulses too.  (I say pulses, because they were feeling at least 12 arteries that lead to 12 major organs therefore taking 12 pulses.)  Asia was a Christian (A had actually prayed with her), and she shared how excited she was that we were going to East Africa to share Christ there.

It was lunch time, so we rode the metro to the area of the city around Embassy Row.  We ate lunch at El Khartoum, a Sudanese/Middle Eastern restaurant, where we met a Kenyan man named Robert.  I talked with him a little in Swahili and then A's family spent time asking him about Kenya as they are headed there in just a few days!

I ate chicken shawarma.  Check out my beautiful plate!

 Yum!
And guess who I got to see...my dear friend Jessie!!!
Aw... just look at us in our St. Patrick's Day green.
After saying goodbye to Jessie, my group went around the corner from the restaurant on the way to find one of our embassies.  T stayed behind and talked to Robert about his faith.  He said that he wants to follow the Lord and accept Him as his Lord and Savior; he was just not ready.  Please lift up Robert in prayer, that he'd follow through with the Holy Spirit's tug on his life.

We finally found the Kenyan embassy and were invited inside.  After receiving some pamphlets on Kenya, another man, named Jeremy, came inside and started greeting us.  He thought one of the kids' names was Jonathan and said, "You know, that reminds me of a story about a Jonathan whose best friend was David."  Then, he proceeded to share with the us the Bible story of Jonathan and his faithful friendship to David, who would later become king.  T was shocked!  "Do you read the Bible?"

"Yes, I am a Christian."
T replied, "We are followers of Jesus as well!"
Jeremy was so excited and asked if he could pray for all of us.  He took us back to the conference room of the Kenyan embassy to pray.  While there, he told us two more Bible stories about the Good Samaritan and the Woman at the Well.  He encouraged us and then prayed for us.  He asked God that He would use us like large stones dropped in water, that we would be the voice of Christ that ripples to the people of East Africa, and that many would hear the truth about Jesus Christ and turn and follow Him.

After leaving the embassy, it was time to head back to the buses at Union Station.  From other teams, we heard other crazy stories!  One group saw President Obama.  Another group wrote down the license plate number of a hit and run and then was able to share the gospel with the woman whose car was hit.  Finally, another guy headed to Europe to work with college students, thinking that there was no way he'd meet college students from his country, ran into three young college guys from his country in the metro station!  He shared the gospel with them and got contact information!  God works in wonderful ways!

Thank you for praying.  The trip was a great way to start putting into practice everything we learned in these two months of training.

Please keep praying as training finishes up on Wednesday, March 23rd.  And for all the goodbyes and transitions we are all facing soon.   Thank you, and God bless!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Off to DC tomorrow!

Tomorrow my small team headed to East and South Africa in a couple of weeks are going to Washington DC for the day!

Please pray for encounters with people from the area of the world to which we are headed.
Pray for open doors that we may share the truth of the Good News of Jesus Christ with those we encounter.
Pray that we would, that I would, be sensitive to the Holy Spirit's guidance and leadership, and that He'd lead us to the people He's prepared to hear truth tomorrow.
Pray for safe travels and good behavior from all the kiddos.
Pray that we can learn about culture and language from the East and South Africans we meet.

Thank you so much!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

a week of celebration.

This past week during training was full of celebrations.  Why, you ask?  Because in my small group and in my quad, there were three birthdays!!!!!!

Here is me with one of my cakes at my small group leaders home!  I also got brownies from my family, chocolate from a family in my quad, Reese's from my small group, and a cheesecake from another friend from my small group!  As you can tell, there is no shortage of sweets at #24A.  :)

And these are progressive snapshots of me putting on an African headscarf with the help of my small group leader.  Nifty, huh?
*If you happen to be in Virginia anytime soon, please stop my quad for some dessert!  And maybe I will teach you how to wear an African headscarf too!  :)