AHHH i just deleted all my writing for mexico!
well, now i have a chance to write my testimony again, so PRAISE GOD. there you blog!
I loved the missions trip experience. The team, the country, the ministry we did, everything was great. The last missions trip wass… about 2 years ago? And i was dying to get out of the country again. :D ( I’m made to do missions! GOD take me! ) So going with YWAM was really really great. The accomodations were SO nice, everything was laid out already, and the people at YWAM were just . super cool. Loved hanging out with them.
Our house build was . so fast, now that i think about it. It was crazy to do all of that in such a short amount of time. I loved the little kids, and going grocery shopping with the family. While we were driving to the grocery store, the whole family; Bricia (mom) bricia (5), alexa(3), and hugo (dad) were sitting in front of me. Kind of just quietly. And it was so cute to see them all together. The dedication ceremony was cool, especially when the family invited us into their house. You could feel the Father’s love just, FILL up that place! I was holding back tears, especially when the family said their thank yous. It’s like, man, come on. what are you supposed to say/ do in that moment? It was like standing in an expression of God’s love.
Red light disitrict was crazy. Especially as we prepared to go in, i looked at val’s face and i thought mine would look like that too.. “what the heck!.. we’re actually doing this” I tried to hear God’s voice as we prayer walked around the area, and handed out tracks & soup to people in the area. My group didn’t talk to many of the girls, but the other group handed them tracks & told them “Dios le bendiga.” some of them were so young, maybe even younger than my sister, and she’s 15! I don’t know why, but the reality of them being prostitutes just didn’t hit me, it just looked like tons of girls standing out on the street. It was heartbreaking to hear that child trafficking and even the youngest prostitutes were in the hotels. I wanted to hear God crying over the city.
At the juvenille detention center, things were much more relaxed than i thought they would be. Sam and Adriel shared some testimonies, which were really cool. We sang a couple worship songs, and played a game with them. Even though they were in juvi, they seemed like average jr high/ high school boys. Like boys i would hang out with. I felt such a love for these boys, especially since they really wanted to come to these YWAM sessions. If they had asked me for my bible, i would’ve given it to them. Or a boy asked me to play another song, and i was more than happy to.
Dina, our translator, said the boys told her it had been 4 months since the last time she came. And that every week she was gone, they were on good behavior just to come to the sessions, hoping to come see her. The last week, YWAM tried to come, but they came a little late and weren’t allowed in. The boys said, ” so! get up earlier! we get up everyday at 5:30! If you say you’re gonna come, then come.” That really broke her heart. Man it’s like, these boys, all they need are people to come see them.
This trip makes me want to do more. want to love more, and just, go out and serve in ways we would normally be afraid of serving. We do tend to get wrapped up in this self-centered ball, even in our own fellowships. Our activities & events are focused one building up ourselves, and we never get to experience the joy of serving the lost. If it were up to me, i’d be GONE BABY, just gone to serve in another country. get married, and do some missions. But, God’s got bigger and better plans. :) so we’ll see what’s in store.
God, make me usable for Your purposes. Help me step out of my boundaries, and experience joy in doing things Your way.
i’m so blessed,
b
