I’m Uncomfortable

I’m Uncomfortable

It’s taken me a while to sit down and actually put words to paper. I’ve been in Cali for about a week now, and the entire time I’ve been asking the Lord what to write about. So much has happen in just a few short days how can I put it all into words…

Before leaving on the race I prayed that I would live this year fearlessly, love boldly and be as uncomfortable as often as I could be. 

Well God answered my prayer quickly as this month our ministry is evangelism. Day two of the race and I’m uncomfortable. Cool, thanks God, how am I going to survive the next 10 months! Evangelism is something I’m EXTREMELY uncomfortable doing. I immediately shut down and dreaded the month ahead. My mindset was flooded with negativity and it was only the first day of ministry. I am in a country with a language barrier, I don’t understand Spanish and they don’t understand English. Every door we knocked on, I was uncomfortable; secretly hoping no one would answer so we could cover the street faster.

After a few hours in the streets, we took a break at one of the local’s house. She had a rooftop view, so we went straight to the roof to look at city around us and the mountains in the distance. We danced and we worshiped. We worshiped the same God in different languages, and the barrier was nonexistent.  As I stared off into the distance, God spoke to me and reminded that He gave me this life, this extremely privileged and blessed life to bring His story to those who didn’t know Him. As much as I hate to admit it, God moves the biggest mountains in my life when I am the most uncomfortable. I signed up for this year and whatever it brought, so why am I so bothered by evangelism? I was bothered by it because I was scared about going door to door, I wasn’t too excited about walking miles and miles each day, getting lost in the streets of a city completely unfamiliar to me in a language I had no idea what was being said.

I gave myself a day or two to mope, but that was it. It was my calling, to be on this race, doing God’s works, whatever that looks like.  I have this  love and joy seeping out of my bones and I know it’s my job to share that with His people.  So I began to pray, I prayed to have eyes to see the people of Cali as God does, for a new perspective and to work to understand the language.  

For the first part of the week, I’ve been paired with the host’s wife. She mostly speaks Spanish, but is trying to understand English; I speak English with a VERY basic understanding of Spanish. We agreed to help each learn our language. Although, there have been challenging moments today was refreshingly different. I met a lady who had never heard of Jesus, she wasn’t even sure of her age. She was from the country, and just recently moved to Cali. For so many of us, the story of Jesus seems repetitive, but for the people of Colombia, He’s is truly unknown.  These people were curious to  hear of a man who can take away their sins. Sitting down and talking to these people has been so encouraging, you see God gave us His son because He loved us so much, He sent his son to live a sinless life, to then die for me, and that is hard to comprehend sometimes. Matthew 28:19, says to “go and make disciples of all nations”, not just the times that are comfortable for me. 

After a few hours in the streets, we took a break at one of the local’s house. She had a rooftop view, so we went straight to the roof to look at city around us and the mountains in the distance. We danced and we worshiped. We worshiped the same God in different languages, and the barrier was nonexistent.  As I stared off into the distance, God spoke to me and reminded that He gave me this life to bring His story to those who don’t know Him. As much as I hate to admit it, God moves the biggest mountains in my life when I am the most uncomfortable.

 

 

 

So there on the rooftop of a house in Colombia, God gave me a new perspective; I am a girl from Texas that was chosen to live uncomfortable for the sake of the Gospel. As I was staring into the distance, a tiny yellow bird flew in front of me; and was reminded of Matthew 6:26 “Look at the birds of the air, they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” 

I may be uncomfortable with our ministry this month, but I am even more uncomfortable knowing that I know Jesus and these people won’t unless I tell them.

This month will be a tough one, but I am confident God will move mountains.

Dios te Bendiga. (God Bless You)

Love

Kristen

“Don’t trust the process, trust God in the process” – Jordan Lee,