The choice was: did I mean it when I said, I choose to serve you, Lord? To answer no would mean, for me in this moment, that I would stay back from ministry saying to God that I would rather live by my flesh and admit that sickness is greater than the work I am still able-bodied enough to do. Saying yes would mean that I get myself together and show up. And not just show up, but seek to serve in a greater way. I chose yes. Yes, I do mean it and I will serve even if I don´t feel like it. That day was one of the best days I had while in Nauta.
(An afternoon swim in the Amazon river. This is our view from the back deck of the boat.)
On the way to the park (see my blog entitled In The Rain) two of my squad mates and friends, Angie and Matt Snyder, prayed for me as we walked the damp red road. I had said yes to the Lord, but I will admit I was a little bitter about it! When we arrived I was greeted traditionally by the kids. Traditionally means that you find yourself with a swirling, breathing skirt of children all saying, frankly yelling, ¨¡hola!¨and ¨¡Buenas dias!¨
(Is it time for church?)
Once at camp I found out that we needed another translator, so, that is what I became. I translated for a group to learn the memory verse for that day: ¨Crea en me, O Dios, un corazon limpio y renueva un Espiritu recto adentro de mi.¨ Salmo 51:10 (Psalms 51:10) We had hand motions and the kids did really well and it was a day that forged a great spanglish friendship with a Peruana gal that has been helping us named Estephanie.
(Alligator? For dinner!? I must be in the Amazon)
It was such a good day and I know that much of the reason is because I had to choose between myself and God and I chose God.
For more read the next part of the series Honesty 3: Are the Wealthy Rich?
