I was jumping up and down.
She was coming, she was coming.
8 months, through different countries and cultures.
8 months, through orphanages, bars, and cities of the lost.
8 months where I could hardly communicate with the person that raised me.
I looked ahead, the bus had arrived.
A girl approached me to tell me that my mom is working her way through the crowd.
I saw her.
Running with more than a pep in my step I reached my mom and we finally embraced. I was so happy to finally see her again, tears running down her face, Red bull in her hand. We both just laughed because words could not be matched with our excitement.
I was nervous about the week.I have never done a mission trip with my mom. But this woman that I loved really refreshed this tired voyager.
She prayed for people on the streets. She told people about Jesus and his love. She was the one who kept urging me, “come on EM, lets go find another homeless to bless”.
I felt like she understood me.
I felt like God wanted to use us together in this week more than he could use me alone. More of the Kingdom is in us together because He dwells in both of us.
The first day out in the streets of Dublin.
Exploring.
Street music.
Pubs.
Brisk winds.
A homeless couple.
My mom ushered me to go ask them if they wanted a latte. We had the blessing of conversing with this couple in the alley over coffee and donuts. “If there is one thing you would like to see God do for you today, what would it be?”
We soon found out the couple needed money to stay in a hostel.It was going to be a cold night.
So we prayed.
Together.
What a joy, ministry with my mum. When we reached the “amen”, our eyes opened. Another lady stood behind us, she handed the couple the money for the hostel and walked away.
I looked at my beaming mom, and we just exclaimed, “God hears the prayers”!
Some may call this coincidence, some may call it a miracle. I call it the Lord.
More joy came from these week than I have felt in a long while. I felt God speak to me through the encouragement of my mom. I watched as God He provided us with conversations that needed to take place, people that needed to be reached, and adventures that needed to happen.
I am blessed, she blessed me.
In the words of my mom, “There is no place like home”!
Home is wherever I am with you.
