This is unreal.
When did my life begin as a world racer?
It seems like only yesterday I was accepted and beginning this crazy journey.
Malaysia has come and gone, and I am just now beginning to put into words my experience.
It was a tough month.
It was everything and nothing like I expected.
For a while, it seemed like nothing was going right.
Everything that could surface did.
It seemed as if my mind, body and soul was being tormented.
I'm not sure that I fully understand the depth of hatred satan has for God and His kingdom.
My eyes were opened in Malaysia.
We had a great month of ministry:
Working in a coffee shop,
serving at an art center,
helping out at a homeless shelter
and volunteering at a hospital.
Athough I did not personally serve at each ministry site, each impacted my heart in its own way.
The ministry that did the most damage to my heart
was serving women and men who worked on the streets.
I could not comprehend how many people were involved.
There were a few lady-boys that stole my heart.
They would talk about their lives.
Before entering into this world.
They would talk about their expereiences.
How they wanted to feel loved.
In control.
Free.
I was heart broken while listening to each voice.
Attempting to share the source of complete freedom.
Desperate to describe this love that my Saviour pours out.
Many times I felt helpless.
Unable to clearly communicate all that my heart was screaming.
Throughout the month, God made a desperate attempt to draw me even closer to His heart.
He reminded me of His love.
That He died on the cross because He loved me.
It was because of God's desperate and passionate love for us that He sent His Son to die.
It is because of His all consuming love that He willingly took the punishment for our sins.
Jesus hung on the cross because He knew it was the only way
for us to be in complete communion with our heavenly Father.
He could have saved Himself.
He could have called down the angels to remove Himself from the cross
and overtake every person condemning Him to death.
Instead, He endured the pain.
He endured the humiliation.
Because He loves us.
That is everything God wanted to teach me in Malaysia.
It is everything He wants all of His children to know.
It is everything He wants the lady-boys to be consumed by.
Because He loves us.
