As I mentioned in my last post, I am in the midst of a change of season in my life. Change is most certainly good. Change means that I am first of all alive (always a good thing), and change means secondly that I am growing. Now part of that growth is in years (ugh) but part of that growth is in spiritual maturity. Growing and bearing fruit takes many different seasons...seeds are planted, watered and weathered. Next a sprout breaks through from the darkness into light and stretches upward, unfolding and expanding. The leaves are soon joined by flowers and the flowers pinpoint each place where fruit may grow. The fruit depends on the strength of the plant, it's root system, the soil it's in...the sun and the rain...fruit starts small and can fall off before it ages to the ripened state. Fruit takes time....lots and lots of time.

 

We don't care for waiting in America. As a matter of fact, we greatly dislike it! We are poked and prodded daily by the next "great thing" to come along which will provide instant gratification for our "most deserving" little selves. We have convinced ourselves that worldly immediate pleasures are what we need, but God says, "Wait with Me"..."Be much with Me"..."Bear fruit for My kingdom".

 

I struggle sometimes, even though I know that God's kingdom works differently than this place where I live. I struggle to quiet myself and to feel satisfied in the waiting. I struggle to remember God's promises that I do not wait in vain, and that I never wait alone...that He sees me.

 

 Many years ago I read a book by Anne Spangler called, "Praying the Names of God". This book was a great resource and comfort. She went through many Hebrew names for God found in the bible and unpacked each one with informative bits of information and cultural truths unknown to me (a gentile). It was to say the least, eye opening...but it was personal and endearing to understand some more about God's character. El Roi, which means; the God who sees me, came from the bible story about Hagar (Abram's  Egyptian slave who went out into the desert with her son after Sarai had Abram get her pregnant and then despised Hagar for it). After Hagar became pregnant Sarai mistreated her and Hagar fled.  The angel of the Lord found Hagar near a spring in the desert. He asked where she was coming from and where she was going. She told him and he encouraged her and told her of her son's future and that her descendants from him would be "too numerous to count".  She had no water and left the boy by a tree to die because she could not bear to watch. But, "God heard the boy crying, and the angel of the Lord called to Hagar from heaven and said to her, 'What is the matter, Hagar? Do not be afraid; God has heard the boy crying as he lies there. Lift the boy up and take him by the hand for I will make him into a great nation.' Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water, and gave the boy a drink." - Genesis 21:17-19

 

"The Lord looks down from heaven; He sees all mankind. From where he sits enthroned He watches all the inhabitants of the earth- He who fashions the hearts of them all, and observes all their deeds." - Psalm 33:13

 

I immediately connected with the many times that I had been enduring a wilderness season...feeling desperate and completely alone, thirsty and ready to give up, when I heard the voice of the Lord who gently reminded me that He sees me...He sees me, He sees you, there is nothing that He is not aware of, and although much of what we endure is dry and barren and like Hagar, unfair treatment by the cruel circumstances of the world around us, we are never alone, God is with us.

 

What comfort to know El Roi, the God who sees me. Who never sleeps or wanders away preoccupied with some other more important matter...He is able to watch over me and you and every one of His children. God is not man, God is God...All powerful and omnipresent with dominion and sovereignty over everything that He has made (which is everything!). "He will not let your foot slip - He who watches over you will not slumber or sleep. The Lord watches over you - The  Lord is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all harm - He will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore. " - Psalm 1213, 5-8

 

We have no reason to accuse God of abandoning us...His word says differently. When we feel alone we need to remember that God sees us. As I move into the unknown, God sees me. He not only knows where I am and what I am going through but He is with me. Each new step that I take He takes with me. Our culture teaches us to rely on "feelings"...feelings aren't an accurate barometer of truth...they are skewed, fallen, broken...

 

When I have moments of feeling all alone, I look up, and remember the truth of where my help comes from...."I lift my eyes to the mountains - where does my help come from? My help comes from the maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip- He who watches over you will not slumber." - Psalm 121:1-3

 

 

 

I haven't written in awhile...so much change has been going on. I have felt like I was hanging in mid-air, dangling if you will, about to fall at any moment. But I have not fallen. My feet have not yet touched the ground where they will surely feel more comfortable, where I might feel like I was in control...but I haven't died yet either. That's what it felt like when I started to traverse from the safe comfortable spot that had been my cocoon. I knew what to expect there...where to eat and sleep and work, even where to play and relax and goof off... It was home and I knew where everything was. It felt safe - and good or bad, I always knew what to expect.

 

Then came the change, the uncontrollable movement of everything around me and suddenly I found myself hanging  from a silken thread just like the picture of this inchworm above...no longer in familiar territory - but not yet at my destination either...I was suspended between the two by what often seemed an invisible thread, which kept me from falling too fast so that I wouldn't get hurt.

 

At first it felt scary and I certainly didn't like dangling there at the mercy of something that I didn't completely trust..."I mean how strong is a silk thread anyway" I found myself thinking, "you can't really even see it except in just the right light" I complained to myself. Some days I just knew that I was going to crash to the ground. Every gust of wind found me swaying back and forth like I was on some crazy carnival ride that only a child could love. But somehow the thread was always strong enough.

 

As everything around me has changed, I am starting to realize that I have been changing too. I have been getting stronger hanging here on this thread. The wind wasn't hurting me, it was helping me to trust that this silk wasn't going to let me fall. And the wind made me use muscles that I had never used before...every desperate wiggle was actually strengthening me... 

 

I really didn't have a way to express what I have been going through until today. God in His infinite kindness showed me something this morning. I was walking the puppy (in the dark...it was 5a.m. ugh...) and as he made his way through the wet grass and leaves he stopped near the lamppost in front of my house. There is a large oak tree nearby and something was hanging from it. As a gentle breeze blew I saw the thread glimmer in the lamplight and my sleepy brain, which I am shocked was working yet without having had it's morning coffee fix, finally determined that it was an inchworm in descent from it's cocoon. Standing there with a new perspective (no longer feeling like the worm, but now seeing the "bigger picture") I found myself smiling.

 

As usual with me, God had given me a picture, a parable, a truth from nature, to explain what was happening to me. I was able to see things from beyond myself, and it gave me great peace. I mean, have you ever seen an inchworm plummet to the ground and just splat and die?...Me either. What I have seen my entire life instead, is a slow descent (sometimes they are there for days)... a gentle movement so slow that I really don't know how long it takes...But the thread remains strong enough for the entire journey.

 

God's hold on my life may seem invisible at times, but in the right light I can see it holding me securely. When I stay in His word and in His presence, even the gusts of wind find their purpose and I can trust that He won't let me drop too fast!

 

I really have no idea what is in store for me on the ground, but I am close enough to it now to see it, to survey it a bit from here.. It isn't so scary now that I am closer, it's actually kind of exciting and I am looking forward to exploring! I have done a lot of growing and strengthening while I was dangling in between the two places...and I couldn't have done that where I was or where I am going...I needed the in-between.

 

Some things in life are God's provision. We don't recognize it as such right away, but He gives us gifts of clarity and assurance like He gave me this morning. It was an unexpected grace which came just when I needed it. (God's timing is perfect, after all, He is God). Holding on to this will help me the rest of the way until I get to my destination. God is so merciful and he knows my heart and my emotions. He wants me to have a full and abundant life. He wants what is best for me, and that is not staying in the same place where I might become complacent and unusable...He has granted me the gift of change and now I can fully embrace it. Thank you Lord for this great start today in the midst of what has been a difficult time. You are always so good to me :)

 

"In You, Lord God, I put my trust. I trust in You...Show me Your ways Lord, teach me Your paths. Guide me in your truth and teach me, for You O God are my Savior, and my hope is in You all day long." - Psalm 25:1, 4-5

 

 

I have been awake since 2 a.m....Sometimes I wake up and just know that I have been woken up for a reason. Sometimes it is to pray for someone, sometimes it is to spend time in God's word...and sometimes it's to just listen to Him.

I have been wrestling with God about a few things that appear to be unchangeable in my life. He assures me that nothing is impossible for Him. ("With God all things are possible" - Matthew 19:26)When the things that are happening are out of your control (we cannot make decisions for other people in our lives) it tends to make us feel that they are out of God's control as well. They are not. Nothing is impossible for Him.

As Creator of all things, God has no limitations. There is no end to how and what He can do. It is our own minds which limit Him by our inability to conceive of His Greatness or His Magnitude...We find ourselves without sufficient words to sustain the concept of His Sovereignty and Dominion.

I find myself awake this morning turning over the things that I somehow have kept a hold on for all of these years...I find myself this morning relinquishing these things to the Lord, opening my hand and finally letting Him take them...I find myself this morning praising Him and worshiping Him with every breath filled moment...I find myself completely in awe of who He is and inexplicably in love with this Great One who loves me despite myself...I find myself this morning joyful and expectant... I find myself this morning able to fully trust in the One who has made me, loved me, saved me, and purposed my life...I find myself this morning, complete and graciously cared for... I find myself this morning hopelessly in love with my Lord.

I have never been so grateful to be awakened from my sleep as this morning, when God has lavished me with the certainty of His great love for me, like oil poured onto my head, His love drips over me and covers me completely...

Jesus, thank you for coming here to make this moment possible. Thank you for loving me enough to take away all of my sin, my guilt, my shame...There truly are no words to convey the peace that I have been woken up to experience today...a priceless gift that I will treasure always!

It continues to amaze me how this mission trip to Malawi keeps on reaching people. We have been home over a month now and the stories just keep coming in...how people are reaching other people all through one trip from one moment in time. It gets me thinking...it's like ripples in the water when you toss in a stone...they just keep going...they continue on reaching and stretching until they finally fade to the point that you can't see them....but the water keeps moving. This is what our time in Malawi was like.

Just the other day a team mate told me about a friend from Facebook who he is talking to about Christ because they were following his comments about the trip on Facebook. Another team mate invited friends from her workplace for dinner and shared pictures and the evangi-kube with them (none of them are Christians)...she allowed the trip to witness to what happens to a life when you give it completely to Jesus. I gave a PowerPoint presentation at work for several hundred staff and residents and talked about Jesus, showed pictures of people excepting Christ as their Lord and Savior and explained the gospel while showing them the evangi-kube . Some of my team mates and I went to speak with the young kids during Sunday school time at church and showed a video of our trip and talked to the kids about missions work....about going somewhere for God, and that that can mean your own community, or somewhere far away in the world. And I was in my local newspaper where a really great reporter shared my feelings about faith in action and actually quoted that God was the reason why I went to Malawi and also the reason why I did volunteer work locally with at risk youth living in a group home in my neighborhood. One of the younger kids who went on our trip made a video that was all over Facebook and reached hundreds of people. And another one of the young kids called me yesterday to see if she could work with me at the group home to try to reach kids for Christ as part of her Christian Endeavor leadership project!!! (Seriously these are only a few examples, remember we had 27 people go on this trip.) I even have the aspirations to try and consolidate these blog-posts and edit them a bit, to put together a devotional book and to get it published...

Imagine 27 lives, deeply changed, reaching out and touching hundreds, maybe even thousands of other lives....For those of you who are old enough, the  Faberge Shampoo commercial comes to mind..."You tell someone, and they tell someone, and so on, and so on..." before you know it you have reached the world!

This is how sharing the gospel works. Jesus sent out disciples...and now there are millions of Christians all around the world. There are thousands of Christians going out on missions to other lands today. There are thousands of Christians staying home and doing missions work today.  There are hundreds of thousands of people coming to Christ today!

We live in an interesting time in history....there is so much freedom, and yet more captivity than ever before. There are child and sex slaves, there are slaves to their careers and to money and to pleasure and to greed...there are slaves to video games, television, Facebook, gambling, drinking, drugs, pornography....The things that hold people captive ripple out as well. The things that ensnare our hearts and souls touch us, and then those around us just like the "Faberge shampoo commercial" We share our inadequacies, our fears, our dysfunction..."and so on and so on". Thank goodness the Gospel is also rippling out into the world with a rapid pace, rippling out over the sins of the world ...chasing the demons and the captives and the criminals and the victims...reaching out and touching lives, restoring them one by one. The truth of Jesus Christ continues to stretch out and grasp those who are quickly falling off the endless precipice of a meaningless existence and pulling them back to life, to real life, to an abundant life!

"For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. Whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned  already because they have not believed in the name of God's one and only Son. This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear their deeds will be exposed." - John 3:16-20

Life with Jesus is abundant, joyful, exciting, complete! (John 10:10) Before I became a Christian, my concept of the Christian life was that it was riddled with rules, it was inflexible and  most importantly, it was boring. What I had seen were a bunch of people who merely went to church on Sundays for an hour every week. They didn't apply God's word to their lives. They didn't effect their world. They didn't challenge themselves to grow and mature...They didn't live in the light!

What I had seen was people who picked and chose which parts of God's word that they were comfortable following, and left the rest for those "Radical born again types". What I had seen was organized religion which functioned primarily with out Jesus. What I had seen wasn't the gospel, it wasn't the truth...and so instead of making me whole, it repelled me. Unfortunately this is what the majority of the unsaved see.

We as the church, as disciples, have been given a command. We have a very specific job to do. "Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you." - Matthew 28:19-20.

As far as I can tell, we should all be "going" and "making"...not "sitting" and "singing"...Don't get me wrong, There is great benefit to gathering with the body of Christ on Sundays and being instructed by the word of God and worshiping together...great benefit! But, this is only part of the christian life... just a sliver of the whole. We should be in constant communication with the Father. Every day should be filled with instruction from His word. Every day should find you worshiping Him. Every day should find you taking the time to have meaningful relationships with others wherever you go...making disciples, teaching them how to obey God's commands so that they too can have eternal life.

Every day is a missionary opportunity, where ever it is that you are going...to the local grocery store or to Malawi Africa, you take with you the most precious life giving gift! You are able to do something of eternal value today...just Go! Go with confidence in the One who sent you. Make a difference. Change the world.

There are still so many moments to process from my trip to Malawi...so many thoughts and feelings. My original intention was to share them just as they appeared in my journal, but that isn't possible. Who I am has already changed since I have returned. Every day I become new...in some areas I falter, in others I gain ground. We are all a work in progress, day after day, year after year, becoming who we are, straining to become who we were meant to be. Thank goodness for this truth! I certainly don't want to stay who I am, I long to be more like who God intends for me to be in Christ.

It is encouraging for me to know that God promises to be with me forever, and that He promises to keep working in my life until the Day that Jesus returns.

"Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians1:1

He promises to "care for me" and "carry me along and save me" (Isaiah 46:4) Really, what more could I ask for?

On the day before we left Malawi, our team leader posed a few questions. He asked us to go off on our own and spend time with God answering them. It is easy being confident when you send someone off and ask them to spend time in prayer and to listen for the Lord, that they will hear Him. God is constantly speaking. If we would only get quiet long enough to hear what He is saying...It is our own internal dialog which drowns Him out.

One of the questions was, "What has the Holy Spirit revealed to you or shown you in your heart about you?" I pulled out my journal and closed my eyes. Thinking about myself in the midst of all that was going on hadn't even occurred to me. There was so much ministry going on that to focus on myself seemed selfish somehow...I began writing..."I can be impatient. I can be easily distracted - I need to focus on Jesus to get things done. But also, I am a leader. I am an encourager, and I am able to go anywhere and do anything that God asks me to, because He is the one doing the work. I know what to say, and I know what to pray, thanks to His leading. I need to remember to ask for guidance and for direction each time that I set out - and when I do, He will gladly lead me. I am never alone or without purpose, and should never again live that way." Wow...not exactly what I expected to come gushing out - but good stuff.

There were many other questions, and I will share their answers to them too, but I want to share one other thing that God showed me that was powerful for me. Question number four was, "What is God asking you to do or wanting you to do?" This sounded simple enough...but that is a very big question! I sat in my bedroom at the orphanage, staring out the window and thinking (I am almost certain that had you been in the room, you could have heard those wheels turning...squeaking and spinning) I really tried to be open and to hear what God had to say. As I reflected, this is what I finally wrote, "God is asking me to 'Go for Him'." Isaiah 6:8 says "Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?' And I said, "Here am I, send me!'." Every day I came to this same scripture during my devotional time with the Lord. Every day I screamed inside, "Send Me!" Every morning, sitting on the wall outside the chapel at Esther's House, looking at the mountains in the background, over the brick wall with barbed wire on top I answered, "Send Me!"...(I continued writing) "This place is built like a compound, a fortress from which we go forth in power and spread Your word to a world that is hungry and broken. You are our fortress Lord. You are our mighty wall of protection from which we move out in Your power and Your might. You keep me safe! Inside of You I rest, just as I rested here each night and You restored my strength for the next day. You give me Your perfect word to eat and fill me, to give me sustenance just like all of the meals that I ate within these walls....this is where I got all of the nutrients that I needed, all of the energy to go out and do Your work. I got cleansed with in theses walls, just like You cleanse me in Your living water, each day I started fresh and clean and new, as pure as I could be here in this world. All of my needs were met here within this stronghold, this fortress, this protection of Yours. I don't really know where You want me to go next, but there is no going back now...Wherever it is Lord, I will go for You! Unlike Jonah, I will go the first time that You ask me and I will carry out Your commands. You are the one in charge. You guide me, and I will go!

It was such a simple thing. Every day we looked out of the windows and the doors of Esther's House and there was a wall with barbed wire, and steel gates, and watchmen. We were kept safe. The children were kept safe. There was constant provision. After a while it was easy to just not see the wall anymore...to forget that the watchmen were working at their post...to look past the sharp wire rolls that topped each wall surrounding us, and to take that safety for granted. It was easy to forget that the only reason we were able to reach so many people for Christ on this trip was because we had been fed, cleansed, and rested...because we had been protected throughout the night. We went out in great power, not our power, but God's. He was our stronghold and our safe place.

"Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, 'He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust.'" - Psalm 91:1-2

Whether God asks me to go on mission in Malawi, or my own neighborhood I will go for Him. I will go after filling with His word, and cleansing in His living water and resting in His presence. I will go knowing that He is my protection, my refuge and my strength. I will go as He leads me and say what He commands me to. I will go.

It is amazing to me that there isn't just one special moment or one distinct day from this trip that stands out from among the others...Every day, each minute, was as spectacular as the next. We walked in the power of the Holy Spirit.

 It was easier to plant seeds here in Malawi, the soil of people's hearts had been weeded and tilled by the unfortunate circumstances of their lives; poverty, death, illness and abandon of all sorts. Children here cared for other children...Old women meant to be cared for themselves, suddenly found themselves mothering toddlers with whom they could not keep up...Men raised their nieces and nephews...and yet still many children wandered the dusty roads between villages completely alone.

Everywhere we went the faces of little children left to fend for themselves haunted me. During the many bus rides that we took throughout the trip, one image appeared over and over no matter where we were. I kept seeing small children standing against the wall of their house all alone...just leaning against the house starring off toward the road where I was traveling. They were all different children, wearing different clothes, in different villages, leaning against different houses...but all of their eyes begged me to take them, the expressions on their faces all asked me to hold them, to play with them, to care about them...they needed to have someone who knew where they were. At home, if a three year old wandered the streets alone, the child would be taken from the home and placed in foster care...but not here. Here no one looked after these little ones unless someone in their family stepped up to help them.

Village after village we saw kids playing with sharp rusty blades meant for farming. Little ones sat on saw blades, feet dangling and swinging dangerously close. One time a little one sat and listened to me as I described the love of Jesus, he held a rusted hand saw blade and scrapped it against his thigh making marks in the dirt on his leg...he seemed mesmerized by the marks that were appearing and occasionally looked up to hear what I was saying. Every motherly instinct inside of me screamed, "Put that dirty dangerous thing down right now!"...yet I was a visitor in their culture, and had no right to say such things...and so I continued on speaking about a love that I knew could keep him safe forever instead...

On one hand the people were amazing there as they lived out real community, caring for family and neighbors and many of them raising each other's children, but on the other hand they had very little as far as education about so many vital things; about safety and boundaries...and the poverty of their nation had robbed most parents of any time that they could spend with their little ones.

 Both men and women worked hard all day to accomplish what we allow machines to do for us here. Washing clothing is a back breaking ordeal of scrubbing and wringing and rinsing. Making a meal for lunch or dinner begins as early as sunrise starting fires, chasing chickens, plucking feathers...here we walk into a food store and browse arrogantly. We select what others have neatly packaged for us. We do not hunt, we do not kill, we do not really even cook most of what we eat. The variety and choice here is staggering, but we are desensitized to it. Knowing that I would have my meals prepared by others and eat what was provided for me was freeing. Food here was more about provision than selection. Along with the freedom of having no mirrors to worry about what I looked like on the outside, not preparing the food, or deciding what food I would be eating took the concern about "me" out of eating as well...

Let's face it, America is a narcissistic society. Our culture breeds arrogance and self sufficient drivel that convinces us that we "deserve" everything that we want...that we "need" everything that we want...and that we should "have" everything that we want. We no longer take into consideration that what our hearts "want" isn't always good for us. In Pride and rebellion, we refuse to see the sinful and perverted nature of our hearts and minds and we sugar coat everything and wrap it in shiny plastic and then stuff it into our already overcrowded lives and wonder why we feel unhappy, depressed, or unfulfilled...we fail to include God who created us and loves us, in any of our daily routine and wonder why he doesn't show up when we shoot off a prayer request in a selfish tone demanding an immediate response. We are so full of ourselves that we have lost our lives and no longer live for anything that is truly significant.

Going on this trip reminded me how much I, we, need God. I don't only need His guidance, I need His wisdom, His love, His compassion. I, myself, am not good enough to be in charge of my life. I am instinctively selfish and horrid, but with the guidance of God's Spirit, I can genuinely care about others more than myself...I can travel to Africa and find true abundance from pouring myself out in whatever way is needed at that moment. Becoming a servant to others in love has given me peace and fullness and satisfaction (at least as much as I think anyone can be satisfied while in this world). Until the time that I am with Christ, housed in my eternal body, able to look upon His lovely face, I am here because He has a plan for me. He has work for me to do, people for me to love, captives who need to be set free.

It isn't enough for just me to be free, He has changed my heart so that I care for others enough to want them to be free too.

This in itself is a miracle. I am no longer the same person that I was. In Christ, I am a new creation. The old is gone. ?The new has come! "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come. The old has gone, the new is here! All this from God who reconciled us to himself in Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling Himself in Christ, not counting people's sins against them. And He has committed to us the message of reconciliation. We are therefore Christ's ambassadors , as though God were making His appeal through us." - 2Corinthians 5:17-20 ...Ummm, WOW!!!...we have a purpose here folks...if you are "in Christ", not only are you supposed to be living a new way, but people are going to hear God's appeal through your life.

How are you living?
Are you comfortable?
Are you uncomfortable?
What do you talk about?
What are you doing with your life?

If you are living "in Christ", you life will show it, you will bear fruit for His kingdom...you will  be God's ambassador and your life will overflow into all of those around you!

Overall, I was fortunate enough to get 2 extra days in the villages; one doing Malaria and HIV clinics in Madzanje, and one going along with my team mate Tim to visit his sponsor children Dinah and John. The way that the two teams were split indicated that my team would only get to go hut to hut evangelizing one day, but God had other plans.

I felt at home walking the dusty paths from hut to hut. Although the afternoon sun beat down relentlessly as we went, I felt refreshed and alive as if I had just jumped into cool water. This I believe was the adrenalin which coursed through my body as I readied to accomplish God's work.

Walking up to complete strangers in a foreign land where you don't even speak their language and telling them about Jesus whom they have never heard of and why he came to die for them, is at the very least, a humbling experience. All of the factors which needed to align in order to make these moments occur were certainly a feat of God. Just as my mind is boggled when I think of the earth that we live on spinning through space titled at the just the precise angle...going just the perfect speed...keeping us all grounded by just the right amount of gravity to be able to walk and jump, but also not float away...God knows his stuff and he had some very specific appointments for me to go on in Malawi.

Today we were not only going to evangelize in the villages, but we were going to stay in the village for lunch which meant we had to bring our own food and cooks from Esther's House so as to not get sick from the water....and it meant that we were going to be without a bathroom for about 8 hours...oh joy!

Our buses arrived at the home of the local village chief. We all piled out and stretched a bit as we waited for further instruction.(the ability to be spontaneous is most definitely a requirement for missionary work). Eventually I was paired with my team mate Al. Now Al and I are very much alike; quiet, soft spoken, self conscious....JUST KIDDING! Al and I are very much alike; bold, outspoken and assured of who we are in Christ. I thought to myself, "This is good, I know we will both be confident, but we are so much alike I am not sure if we would be the best team". As soon as the thought finished running through my head, Al said to me, "Wait, how about if we switch partners? Why don't you go with Eric, and I will go with Lauren?". "Sure", I said, knowing instantly that this pairing was what God had in mind. Immediately I felt at peace again.

Eric and I set out with our interpreter Alyson (I honestly have no idea how to spell his name but it sounded like the female name here in America Allison). We must have looked funny, the two men were about 6 foot tall and me 5 feet one inch on my tippy-toes...we set off down the path towards the village. As we walked through corn fields and dried out creek beds, I was careful to lift my long skirt as to not get snagged on the dry branches that lay on the ground. The sun was hot and our backpacks were heavy with water for the day, bibles, evangicubes and snacks...

After what seemed like a very long time, we arrived at the first home. An older man dressed in a striped dress shirt and pants wearing eye glasses and carrying a bible came out to greet us! (this was the first time that I saw someone there with glasses or a bible, not to mention such fancy clothing). His family scurried into the house and brought out their furniture. In other huts that I had visited a large reed mat was offered for us to sit on, or if someone were particularly wealthy, a basic wooden chair....but this house had large heavy wooden seats with arms on them and a wooden bench and sofa. The family just kept bringing furniture out until I was certain that everything that they owned was now sitting in the front yard.

They called for the neighbors who came and took places on the furniture and the ground, and before we knew it, we had a full blown audience. (It was amazing how people just gathered everywhere we went...it truly reminded me of how the bible portraits Jesus' teaching; he would show up and people would come and listen).

The man with the glasses and the bible, now had a pen and paper and he took the seat in a chair just to the left of me. Eric was to my right and Alyson was next to him. I had absolutely no idea what we were going to say and quickly prayed for God to lead us. We introduced ourselves by name and explained where we were from and why we had come. We asked them if they knew of Jesus? They did (the mere fact that they actually had a bible in their home where some churches didn't even have one had given me hope that they did). Not only did they know who Jesus was, but He was their Lord and Savior.

I wondered why God had sent us here...This group was predominately men...everywhere else we went it was mostly women that we spoke with, this was highly unusual and a great honor to speak to so many men in one place. I asked them what we could pray about for them. They spoke about hardships and lack and also had great concerns about the next generation. I couldn't help but smile...here I had just read about both of these things while spending time with God doing devotions that very morning! I got my bible out of my backpack and knew exactly where to turn! (Amazing provision from a detail oriented God who is not random or fictional, but knows every thought and every heart of every man every woman and every child everywhere!)

First I addressed the concern about hardship with a scripture God had shown me from Habakkuk 3:17-19 "Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the field produces no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior. The Sovereign Lord is my strength; He makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights."

The men shook their heads in agreement. I told them that the word "rejoice" in the original language literally means to spin around for joy! And that despite what things appear to be, we can always count on who God is, on His character. Like Habakkuk, our feelings should not be controlled by events around us, but by our faith in God's ability to give us strength. When nothing makes sense, and when troubles seem more than we can bear, we need to remember that God gives strength. I said that we need to take our eyes off of difficulties and look to God. Our humble host got out his pen and quickly wrote down the scripture and what I had said, nodding in agreement. I looked around and all of the men were praising God and saying "yes, yes, it is true".

Alyson told me that they were greatly encouraged. Next I told them that God had taken me this morning to another scripture about the next generation and so I thought that I was supposed to share it with them too. I asked Alyson to read all of Psalm 71. This is a rather long post, so I will only quote part, but you really should go read it on your own, (it's a keeper!)

Psalm 71:14-18 "As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. My mouth will tell of your righteous deeds, of your saving acts all day long - though I know not how to relate them all. I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, Sovereign Lord; I will proclaim your righteous deeds, yours alone. Since my youth, God, you have taught me, and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds. Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come."

Immediately the man was writing. They looked teary eyed. They were touched by the compassion of God to send such a specific word to them. We all praised God together, and thanked Him for sending me thousands of miles to exactly that place, that village, even that house, at that moment in all of time, with His word for them. You see God's word never comes back empty. It always accomplishes the purpose for which He sent it (Isaiah 55:11"So is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire, and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.")

Yes God had made an appointment for me. I was exactly where I was supposed to be. He had given me the words to say and had used me to water seeds that had been planted by people that I may never meet until we are all worshiping together in heaven. I don't know which touched my heart more, leading new believers to Christ or encouraging these weary brothers and sisters in Christ. We are meant to do both. We are commanded to do both. I was blessed beyond expression to be an ambassador sent with the most beautiful gospel truth....such a marvelous mystery is God's word!

As if this encounter were not Spirit Filled enough, it ended even better! When we were through I asked if they had anything that they wanted to tell us...any words from God to share and encourage us? Our host leaned forward and looked directly into my eyes, "I want to thank you", he said, "because unlike Jonah...You came the first time that God told you to GO." My heart jumped...how did he know what to say? He couldn't have known the back story to my coming to Africa....I had to tell Him how God had just used him in a mighty way. I leaned forward smiling and began speaking, "My dear brother in Christ, you need to know something....when God first began calling me well over a year and a half ago to go for Him, it was during a small women's bible study that I was doing on, (YOU GUESSED IT: JONAH!). During the study, God began by asking me to 'Arise', then 'Move', and eventually, 'Go'. For weeks I waited and prayed and waited some more, and eventually God made it clear that 'where' He wanted me to go was right here, in Malawi. If I wasn't certain before this moment, I am sure now, that God's hand has been leading me and guiding me all along." I thanked him for the encouragement. He was smiling, I was smiling....we all smiled such big smiles, we couldn't contain the joy of being used, of sharing, of knowing God well enough to hear what He was saying, and loving Him enough to do whatever He asked...


And this was only the first house....more to come tomorrow :)

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness; come before Him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God." - Psalm 100:1-3

Sunday....Church!

Oh my goodness, church in Malawi...how can I ever attempt to describe church in Malawi?

Well, you know how in America, even in the best services with the best music, the nicest cushiest seats and the most amazing pastor, there are still people who start looking at their watch after an hour as if to say, "It's must be time to go"..."Right?"...Not in Malawi.

Church there was the most raw, organic form of church that I have ever witnessed. Church in Africa is what I have imagined church was in the book of Acts...people who live in close community, gathering together in one small building, sharing everything; their joy, their hopes, their dreams...worshiping the Lord with everything that they have! 

We began by gathering in a very small building. Instead of stained glass windows, the roughly framed windows had no glass at all, allowing the sweet morning air to enter the building to praise the Lord along with us. Instead of ornately carved wooden doors, the door frame stood empty as well, a constant reminder that anyone was welcome to enter. Instead of plush cushioned seats, the rough hewn stone benches rose like mountains from the floor to gladly make room for the many village parishioners. Instead of children in a playroom somewhere, families sat together, united as one.

Soon after gathering we were instructed to separate into groups; men, women, teens and small children for Sunday school. Sunday school was held all around the property....The men remained inside while the children and teens arranged bricks into seats and sat immediately outside of the building to the right and the left. Further down from the building, the women sat in a tiny corn field. We all had on dresses and some of the corn stalks were broken off so getting settled was a little dicey, but we eventually got seated on the ground ready to be taught by our fearless leader this day; Jody.

I was fortunate enough to know the back- story to the lesson planned for today, as Jody and I had become fast friends. God had been guiding her for quite some time to speak about "the vine and the branches"..."I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit, apart from me you can do nothing. If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned." - John 15:5-6...Jody spoke about staying connected, abiding in Christ, leaning on Him and trusting in Him. Her lesson was powerful. She used visual aides and spoke with clarity. It was awesome to see the local women responding, but greater yet to see our team being nourished as well. Jody works with the youth at church, but God had plans to stretch her talents and spiritual gifts on this trip....she was amazing!

After the lesson, one of my most cherished memories from the trip was our prayer time with the women. We stood in a circle and held hands in the corn field...the crisp morning air hung like a shawl around our shoulders, uniting us. We prayed, each with abandon and heartfelt praise...thanks to our interpreters, we were able to hear the strength and power of these Godly women, our sisters in Christ...even now I want to cry. I am so moved that with all that they endure, their faith is genuinely deep and pure and their joy is beyond expression.

When Sunday school was finished, we filed back into the building for worship and the word. Worship went on for hours! We sang, the men sang, the women sang, the children sang, then we all sang some more. The men danced and stomped and used every once of their strength to praise the Lord. Sweat rolled down from their foreheads and mingled with their beaming smiles...The widows danced in gentle rhythmic circles, each more graceful than the next...the children's voices were pure and beautiful, most likely the closest thing that I will hear this side of heaven to an actual angel's song! (We sang too, but honestly, in comparison....well, there is no comparison, they worship with their body and soul and they are filled to overflowing with joy.

When we finished singing...then we sang some more :)....seriously!

Then Pastor Joe gave a great message from the book of Romans. It was what all of us needed to hear...and God completed the morning with truth for all of us to stand on. We left fortified and filled, ready for whatever came next, the way that one should leave church. 

You see church is not about the building...it isn't a country club where we go and hang out for an hour every Sunday...Church is a body of people who have one very special thing in common; Jesus is their Lord and Savior. No matter if we were from America or from Malawi, we all were one family, one body, in Christ...Church is a place to worship God. Church is about Him and focusing on Him in joy and thanksgiving, as a result He blesses us, but we are not the focus, He is! It's never about us, it is always about Him.We were meant to praise the Lord...that is what we are here for. 

They do a lot of things right in Malawi, church is most definitely on the top of the list! 

Widow and Orphan Day Part 2

As fortunate as I was to have had a very personal experience with the widows as I blogged about yesterday, I was equally blessed by what God had planned for me to do with the Orphans.

Orphan Day was led by some amazing young women in our group. Brianna was in charge of the day as a whole and Sarah was in charge of the infamous story number 27 (see last blog post).

I genuinely did not have a role for Orphan Day as far as the team was concerned, but God had other plans (as is usually the case!)

Let me back up a bit. At my church we have small groups called community groups. These groups are comprised of people who all live in the same community, who meet for worship and discussion about the sermon that week as well as a little food of course and just some good old down to earth friendship. This group becomes like family and does all kinds of different things together. Of course we pray together and study the word of God together, but more importantly, we effect our community for God's kingdom. A community group searches out organic needs in their community and with the love of Christ, finds ways to address them.

I live in Ambler Pennsylvania. My community group is fairly new and we had been praying for some time about where exactly God wanted to focus our efforts. Over the duration of quite some time, I had begun to feel a pull towards the Upper Dublin High School (and at the time I had thought separately) to St. Mary's Villa. 

I will try my best to explain....About a year ago I went to prayer walk the newly constructed high School in Upper Dublin with a dear friend. While we were there God spoke some very specific things into my heart that really didn't make much sense at the time. I had such strong feelings that I decided that the high school needed prayer daily, and as my son is a student there, began to pray every day after I dropped him off at school.

Every morning Jackson would walk up the steps to school and I would begin to pray. As I prayed over the months to come God pointed out particular students and urged me to pray for them. I continued to follow His Spirit's leading...day by day I bathed the building and the students and the community in prayer. To this day I am still praying for the high school and it's students and teachers...

Now I also started praying for the kids at St. Mary's Villa around this time. St. Mary's is a sprawling Mansion built on acres and acres of land in Ambler. It was once owned by a wealthy family and was then purchased by the Catholic church. At that time it was an orphanage for boys. After many years St. Mary's became a D.H.S. placement home for youth both male and female. They house up to 80 some children each year. The children are pulled from inner city homes for varying reasons and placed here in the middle of a wealthy suburban community. They are forced by the county to attend our local high school with in 48 hours of their arrival at St. Mary's.

There are some special needs children who study on campus, but the rest of the kids go to Upper Dublin High School. This infusion of inner city predominately African American children into a school filled with affluent suburban predominately Caucasian children has caused a few big clashes over the years.

The community does not understand the hardships that these kids have had to endure and over all treat them a bit like thugs who have set out with no reason to be violent and unruly. In reality, these kids are hurting and scared and abandoned , some abused in so many ways...and God loves them and wants them to know it.

There was a highly publicized fight between a group of St. Mary's residents and other kids from the community...there were "Town meetings" and "newspaper articles" honestly, all kinds of incoherent ranting going on...this is when God asked me to pray. To be honest, I began praying for peace between them all, but for protection as well. All of the stories flying around had said that the St. Mary kids were being violent and had attacked the other kids...but it didn't take long before God had me praying specifically for the St. Mary's children. He made my heart love them, He wanted them to know Him...He was longing to heal them and help them, to comfort them and make their lives abundant. God made it very clear what He wanted and I knew that He wanted me to be working with these kids.

To make a very long story still pretty long (hahaha see what I did there?) I ended up contacting St. Mary's in an effort to see what I could do. I told my community group that this is where God wanted me and I also thought, where he wanted us. Another member of the group and I went to meet with Carolyn Johnson the person in charge of new programs for the kids at St. Mary's.

Carolyn turned out to be a young vibrant loving woman with whom I instantly bonded. It was clearly evident how much she loved the children and she immediately made me and any ideas I had about working with the kids welcome. I got all of the paper work needed for my community group to get back round checks and child safety clearances to begin serving there in a volunteer capacity.

Some other time I will write more about what we are doing there because it is awesome what God has planned, but today I am writing about how He planned to get us started...

As I met with Carolyn I mentioned that I was going on a mission trip to Malawi Africa and asked if I could do a power point presentation when I came back feeling that the kids would connect to these orphaned kids in Malawi. Immediately she asked, "What can we do?" I gave her some items that we still needed to take over for the children there and we talked about a project that the St. Mary's kids could make. I went home praying, asking God what we should make...all that kept coming into my mind was "fabric and puzzle pieces...fabric and puzzle pieces". I called my friend Pat (a quilter, and basket weaver) and told her what I was thinking about. Before we got off the phone we had decided to make a quilt where the kids would decorate and write on some of the lighter quilt squares and then Pat would assemble the quilt without batting, and they could hang it in Esther's House in Malawi. I loved the idea of a unified gift which still had individual messages...perfect!

Our community group was gathering for a picnic that weekend, so Pat brought fabric. We picked out some fabric patterns and ironed and cut squares for her. When we were done we had made enough squares for two quilts. I made arrangements to go and work with the kids at St. Mary's.

We arrived and I explained where I was going and why. When I told them about the kids in Africa they sent them messages of love and encouragement...it was really beautiful. Kids who didn't normally let down their walls for good reason, began to soften as they worked on their project for others.

I am not really sure how it happened, but we realized that we had extra squares already cut and thought it would be a great idea for me to take squares over to Malawi with me so that the children there could send back messages to their new friends in America. 

While in Malawi I presented the finished quilt to the children of Esther's House. Every eye was glued on the quilt as I told them through the interpreter of these other children with out families in America who had made this for them. Their eyes lit up and they leaned forward on their seats to see each message as I read them...It was a beautiful thing!

Later that day, Brianna had them decorate their squares. I purchased some African fabric at a local market and brought everything home for Pat who has made a second quilt. My community group will be presenting this quilt to the St. Mary's residents very soon...but first, God had one more thing to do with this project...

As I mentioned earlier in this story, there had been a bit of bad press...articles about the disturbances between the St. Mary's children and the other Upper Dublin students in the local paper. I had told a few people what I was doing and someone suggested that this was such a "Good feeling story" that maybe it was news worthy.

So, for those of you who know me, the next step seemed inevitable...I immediately picked up the phone and called the Ambler Gazette. I got through right away to the reporter and told him my story, how I would carry one quilt from one group of kids thousands of miles to the other group and then back again...connecting these two. He loved it and this Friday I am doing an interview with him about the story. They will be taking the photos from my Malawi presentation and a photo from my St' Mary's presentation here in the U.S. and running the story in the paper.

People from this area will get a chance to see something good that happened at St. Mary's and hopefully start off the new school year with a bit less prejudice and a little more compassion.

Now that God has connected these two groups of children I am going to continue the ministry between them. Each will be hanging the quilt as a banner of love from the other...

This entire thing was God's idea...He is always connecting, always adding, always piecing together, making things whole...making things new! I am the luckiest girl in the world...I get to do His work!

"See, the former things have taken place, and new things I declare; before they spring into being I announce them to you." - Isaiah 42:9

By Friday night I had finally had a full night's rest. The time difference is 6 hours ahead so most of us were struggling with our sleep habits. As a matter of fact everything was different...no electricity, no hot showers, no mirrors, no make up (this was especially hard for the men Lol), no ice cubes...It was freedom actually. We were freed up to not think about the next text or email... we were freed from looking at ourselves in the mirror, from even really caring what clothes we had on...it was amazing!

Here we didn't diet...we ate gladly whatever was put in front of us. Here we didn't obsess about our shoes and pocketbook matching our outfit, but instead if they would be sturdy enough for the  day's work....it was refreshing to just show up places and be valued for what was on the inside for a change.

I had been having trouble breathing since we had gotten to Malawi ( I used my inhaler regularly) which was a surprise to me because the air smelled so sweet...I later found out that the smoke that rose above Esther's House compound every night was burning trash...In the "burn barrel" they disposed of everything including plastics and Styrofoam...now the heavy feeling in my chest made a lot of sense. As a matter of fact I had to give my inhaler to a team mate who doesn't have asthma because they too were having trouble breathing.

I started today asking God to guide me as I prepared to go into the village. Five of us from my team were going into Madzanje to do Malaria and HIV clinics, but my goal was to share Christ every chance that I got. I told God that I was certain that He would give me opportunities to share about Him...I knew that there were hungry hearts that were ready for Him...souls longing for His presence. I asked Him to give me His words, His guidance through His Spirit, reminding myself at the same time, that I was relying on Him for everything. I thanked Him for allowing me to hear His voice and for loving me so completely.

Lauren, Esimay (our interpreter), and I set out for the village where Esimay grew up. The day before five of us had painted while the rest of the team went into the villages. Today the five of us were going out on foot to a nearby village to give the villagers vital information about Malaria and HIV prevention. It was such a wonderful experience to go with my own daughter and with Esimay who had grown up in this very place.

We arrived at the first hut and I heard God say, "You are welcome here...They want to hear from me", and I felt God draw near to me in power...it was as if the air was charged with electricity...and we began to witness about Jesus Christ. The first woman I spoke with accepted Jesus gladly with complete abandon. We prayed for her and over her new life. As we moved through the village we also met families who already knew Jesus, and told them that you had sent us...that you knew what was in their hearts.

"Lord I love you and praise you, I am your willing servant wanting to do what you require of me...don't stop growing me...I want to reach a multitude for your kingdom", I prayed as we walked. As soon as the words came into my mind I was transported back in time to a prayer that I had prayed with sincerity and power some time ago, "I want to reach multitudes for your kingdom". Some how this trip was the beginning of the answer to that prayer. Whether it was going to be one mission trip at a time or writing a book about my experiences with God and then going around as a speaker (each things that God seems to be suggesting at the moment)...whatever God's plan...He was answering my prayer and I was glad that I had been bold enough to pray it!

I opened my bible and found myself in 2Kings reading about taking the idols out of the temple, and I thought about the things that we secretly leave in our temples...how we rationalize leaving them there just like Saul did, pretending like we don't understand what we have done wrong, or which rules we might have broken....but let's be honest, we know...


Today I got to see my daughter lead people to Christ in strength...I got to lay hands on sick people believing that You would make them well Lord...I got to declare your name and sovereignty and I got to move in the power of Your Holy Spirit...Walking in the intense afternoon sun and dust, my long skirt skimming the ground as I went, all I could think of was what it must have been like to be a disciple in the time of Jesus...walking from village to village in power sharing the truth that would set prisoners free...and this is all that I wanted to do for the rest of my life!

If it were up to me this is how I would most want to live...If this is your will for me Lord I will gladly go to the ends of the earth for you, village by village, walking through the dust in Your power with Your words going where You want me go...but I don't get to choose where I reach a multitude for Your kingdom...I only get to choose to want to reach them! As for me, I will wait for you to show me the next move Lord....waiting and gaining strength for the next assignment from you.

"I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in His word I put my hope. I wait for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning. Israel, put your hope in the Lord, for with the Lord is unfailing love and with him is full redemption. He Himself will redeem Israel from all their sins." - Psalm 130:5-8

Day two...P-A-I-N-T-I-N-G... !?!

So here we were in Africa after taking pills to prevent Malaria and shots to prevent Hepatitis..after traveling on four airplanes and two buses and sitting for more than fourteen hours in airport layovers and after day one bringing hundreds of people to Christ, and day two's agenda was : PAINTING...ugh right? Wrong! The most amazing thing about this trip was that 27 people worked together in unity...seriously, no matter what the task everyone had a true servant attitude.

Now everyone got a turn to paint at a different time. While one team painted, another went into the villages...day two for me was painting. I am allergic to Latex so I was put on the other side of the compound completely by myself to do all of the brown trim. As the rest of the team painted with cream and green, the plan was that we would eventually swap places and finish all of the buildings at Esther's House.

We were given all of our supplies and sent into different directions and so it began...At first I felt a bit left out, I could hear my friends joking and laughing together. It would have been easy to feel sorry for myself, but I got my ipod and began. I randomly shuffled worship songs and focused my attention on doing the very best job that I could. After all I was serving the Lord whether I painted very straight brown trim on all of the buildings at Esther's House or whether I was leading someone to Christ. These buildings housed precious little ones who now knew the Lord and had food clothing and shelter. They were well loved and cared for, and now their home was getting a beautiful fresh coat of paint.

The dust in Malawi truly has to be experienced to be understood...it is everywhere! All you have to do is breathe and a swirl of the thick brown dust moves in circles above you. Needless to say we had to scrub each section that we would be painting before we began ( a bit back breaking) but as I scrubbed I thought of how Jesus had scrubbed me clean and how he had lovingly covered me with  His purity...how God now saw me as fresh and new because of His shed blood on the cross.

A cool breeze came from nowhere and refreshed me as my worship swelled in my heart, I was filling up all of the places which had been emptied the day before (I didn't know that I needed it, but God certainly did). Instead of feeling sorry for myself, disconnected or alone, I felt loved, cared for and filled to over flowing by the holy Spirit. I could feel the peaceful smile coming across my face and the tensions of the day melting away...I wanted to stand with my arms raised high, beautiful African mountains in the background,  and praise my God at the top of my lungs...I wanted to stand on the top of those mountains and shout out His marvelous name...I was blessed and I was thankful.

After painting we showered and went to dinner. It was so encouraging to hear every one's stories about the day, but most encouraging of all was that the Lord drew near to me and captivated me with His love. I heard Him nudge me towards His word with a calm warm voice. I was complete in His companionship and ready to go out the next day and share about His love.

God alone knew exactly which hearts would be ready to receive Him...which souls had lost all hope, had no peace, no joy...He would guide me and show me what I needed to know to do His work, and I was filled and rested and ready to go for Him.

Funny thing was that each day when I spent time reading in the bible, God took me to Isaiah 6:8, "Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, Whom shall I send? And who will go for us? And I said, Here am I. Send Me!"


Every day He asked me...Every day I answered the same way, "I will go, send me!"
I had come to Africa, I had gone wherever He had asked me to go...I was ready to go wherever He directed me..."Send Me!" my heart shouted, "Send me!"

The first morning in Africa was incredible. After settling into our room the night before (John had turned on the generator for a few minutes - this was RARE! - so that we could find our beds and put down our luggage after two straight days of traveling), we started our time together in Malawi with a nice cold shower at Esther's House.

The giggles of the little residential girls came floating down the long concrete hallway and knocked cheerfully on the rugged wooden door of our room, "Wake up, wake up" their laughter joyfully spoke, "Now is the time to wake up" they seemingly sang in harmony. Jeleah had warned us that the little girls giggled as they went about their daily morning routine at 6:30 a.m. each day. If we were going to get a shower at all it had to be now before they got in there (it was 6 a.m. on the first day).

I gathered my belongings and headed down to the showers. The water came out frigid and strong, splashing on all of my clothes in the corner of the tiny dark stall...I shivered as I shampooed and rinsed. Military style showers are truly a wake-up call...no going back to sleep after that! (A blessing after such severe jet lag)

Next we went to breakfast. To my surprise and delight, breakfast was not nsema and rice, instead our team had prepared eggs and toast...so simple, so satisfying...just like the life style here in Malawi. The simplest pleasure is taken from a smile, a handshake, a song...simple isn't "lacking" like we think of it here in the states, simple is a boiled down concentration of the best of something! Simple is powerful, simple is focused, simple is humble, steadfast, and pure...

After breakfast we met our interpreters. Lauren and I had a young woman named Esimay. She was an intelligent and humble woman. As we shared with each other it was obvious that someone had prayed diligently over who would translate for each of us. Immediately we felt like we had been given just the right interpreter.

God had been prompting and speaking and moving mightily already and we had only just gotten there. We left with our translators on buses for a nearby village. We took two buses down a long and dusty road. Phinnley, our bus driver was amazing...the way he manoeuvred the bus over huge bumps and drops in the road and around people on bicycles and those walking with water and food balanced precariously on their heads was beyond words!

We were told that when we got to the village, our pastors (Abusas), the team leaders and two women, would go to the village Chief to ask for permission to go from hut to hut evangelizing. When we arrived I was excited to have been chosen as one of the two women and was expectant to see what would happen when we met with the Chief.

We walked behind the Abusa up to the Chief's home. A woman came out and laid out a large reed mat on the ground for us to sit on (they always gave us their very best). When we sat down I was expecting the Chief to come out to greet us next. I had assumed that the woman was either his wife or sister, but I soon realized that she herself was the Chief! (Apparently this is a matriarchal society and all Chiefs come from the same family lineage).

The conversation went back and forth between the Chief and the local Abusa. It was slow and respectful, courteous and focused, I watched fascinated as the Chief agreed to let us go into her village...but she said that we had to meet with another under Chief, as a mission-team had already gone into part of her village a few weeks before, and she wanted us to pick up further away where they had left off so as not to miss anyone.

She got on the bus with us and we drove to the next part of the village where we would meet her under Chieftain. This Chief was also a woman (she was very young). She invited us to sit along the brick wall of a home. Her house was made with stucco and had a full porch and had been painted. She sat on the ground, stretched out on her side. She drew in the dust on the ground as she welcomed us to come into her village and share about Jesus. She was a beautiful woman who immediately gave off the fragrance of wisdom as she thoughtfully spoke to us. I could not help thinking of the time in the bible where Jesus wrote in the dust asking "he who was sinless to cast the first stone".

When we returned to our group the entire village had come to see what was going on and hundreds of people were sitting in the field. Our team had already gathered them into groups of children woman and men (we found out later that they would all learn separately even at church...the Sunday school is separated into Little kids, teens, men and women)

I was ushered in front of 60 women with Leslie Jacobs, the other woman team member who had gone with me to the sit with the Chiefs. We were placed standing in front of the group and told to "start". Lol, no pressure...So I grabbed my evangi-cube out of my backpack and began talking about why Jesus came...They wanted to know more and I just kept speaking. About a half an hour later a woman right in front asked me, "How can I know this Jesus?" I told her that she need only ask with all of her heart. She stood in front of all of her peers and held my hands and prayed with me. I led her in prayer, making sure that she knew that she needed to mean every word that she said. We stood together, holding hands in front of all of the women in her tribe. She spoke with abandon, she gave her life to Christ gladly. She had fixed her gaze on me when I was speaking, when I saw her in the crowd, when I looked into her eyes, I had recognized that look, the hunger that she had for peace and joy...before she ever said a word I knew that she was searching...

She sat and listened as Leslie shared a story from the bible, but God kept nudging me to speak with her alone, to pray over her...When Leslie had finished, I asked her (her name was Katie),to go and speak with me and my interpreter privately. The three of us went off to the side in front of a hut. We sat on a brick wall there and began to pray. I told her that it wasn't enough for just her to know Jesus, just like I had said earlier that it wasn't enough for just me to know Jesus, but that I had come thousands of miles to let others know about Him as well. I told Katie that she needed to share what she now knew with other women in her village. Katie told me that she felt different than when she had walked down to the field. She said she couldn't describe it better than she felt peace and joy! ?My heart lept inside me and I am certain I didn't stop smiling for a long time.

Next we were put in front of a group of men. This was a much smaller group ranging from teens to old men. As I spoke, one boy seemed to hang on every word...I was completely being led by the Spirit, never quite knowing what would come out of my mouth next, and this boy just kept looking me right in the eye. He was studying the words that came out of my mouth - not my words, but God's words to him - (Thank you for sending me there Lord) I felt prompted suddenly to share Jeremiah 29:11-13 :

" For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all of your heart."

As the translator spoke these words of scripture for me, as I told them that you had plans for them Lord, for each of them, that you loved them Lord... I prayed for them all. After I prayed, I felt like I was supposed to ask if there were any questions or if anyone wanted individual prayer.  The young man got up and went to the interpreter and started speaking...the three of us went back to the hut where I had just  been with Katie earlier. We sat down and he began. He said that he didn't understand what he read in the bible. He didn't have a bible and had only read one a few times. (we were leaving a bible at the Chief's home for this village to use, so now he would have a bible to read whenever he wanted!). He had accepted Jesus a year before,but he was frustrated by the words in the bible, he wanted to know what they meant...he was longing for more.I told him that you would help him Lord, that you would explain your word to him if he asked you for help.  I told him that you wanted to have a relationship with him. I told him that I didn't understand the bible either when I first began reading it and that he would begin to understand. Then I told him that Jesus spoke in parables because people had trouble understanding. I told him that he could look around in nature and see God's truth. I shared the scripture for example when Jesus says "I am the vine, you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." -

John 15:5

As he looked in the field beside us
I could see that he understood!

I told him that most of all, God knew how he felt, and that he had sent me thousands of miles to sit here and talk with him, to encourage him and pray with him. I prayed for this young man fully knowing in my spirit that he will be a great leader, a strong man of the Lord and that he will one day be explaining the gospel to others just as I was on this wonderful day.

Thank you Lord for caring so much about these hearts that you brought us to be there for them, that you allowed me the privilege of being your voice encouraging, your hands holding, your Spirit ministering...

And this was only day one...