Sorry for the gap in between updates. Besides working a ton and doing grand openings, I have barely had enough time to sleep. So to catch everyone up, I am no longer a part of route 2. It was hard for me to voluntarily give up my spot on the waiting list, but I had His peace about it. The funny thing is, I was soooo sure this was the way I was going to get to Nepal. I was so positive that I was going to walk through that door and see the people I had been crying for actually in front of me. They weren’t going to be distant, but they were going to finally be within reach…and I was excited. I was over the top bubbly about meeting them and telling them about the dreams and visions and words and Jesus and then I stopped. I stopped being so excited. I tried to drum it up, but it wasn’t there. I didn’t know what was happening and I was afraid to ask the Lord what was going on. So I avoided it. And I worked and worked and traveled and worked until one night. I was sitting in bed and it hit me. That I wanted to go to Nepal BECAUSE of the dreams and visions and feels and words. I wanted to be there and see. It was about me…and I broke down crying. I realized that if I was going, it would be in my own vain. Wanting to see what He would do through me and not just seeing Him be Him. It was about me working it and not resting at His feet. I didn’t realize it all at once, but I soon did.
It started off when I read the Great Commission and it was unlike anything I had read before. And I’ve read it plenty of times…over and over and over again. It states: 18 Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. 19 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, 20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” -Matthew 18-20 (NIV) Although I had read this passage many times, for the first time I read the word all. ALL. Not excluding one. And here I was, focused on just one nation out of eleven. Something was wrong with that. So over the next couple days, I prayed and opted out of route 2. It wasn’t a happy choice, but I really would rather have Him than my own talents and gifts. So on to route 4 I went and I honestly am happy and excited. Going to places that have never been on my heart, but I just know that He is going to do great things there.
So this past Sunday, Pastor was talking about when God asks you back for the promise. He was reading out of Exodus 33 when God tells Moses that He will not go into the promise land with them. And it hit me. That though I was about to receive this promise, I wasn’t going to have Him. I wouldn’t want people in these countries marveling at what I am and can do, but I would love them to marvel at Him and what HE can do through someone who simply said yes.
I am joyous. I am literally overjoyed that He is bringing me through this process and teaching me Kingdom principals so young. He is so faithful and good and man, King Jesus. Thank you guys for reading! I promise I’ll be blogging more often!
Love,
Harmony
