There was so much joy and dancing and singing. The church is made up pretty much of youth. It’s a beautiful church in the process of being built and already the walls need to be expanded. God gave me a prophesy for the church and that morning I stood before the congregation and shared the vision.
Growth is going to happen through the children. God is raising up a generation of young leaders in Church of Hope who are going to go out and change the world with the love of God and passion for the Kingdom of Heaven inside them. I saw the church as a dandelion being blown by the wind and as the seeds scattered the entire valley became covered with the tiny yellow weeds. Not one inch was left untouched.
It was such a beautiful sight and I had tears welling in my eyes as I looked at the faces of the children singing out praises to God. I saw their eyes clenched shut and their hands raised towards heaven. I’ve always wanted to worship God with kids who know God and love him so expressively. It was so freeing and refreshing to see. Everyone was dancing. The way I imagined an African church would be.
I’m in Rwanda now and it is quite wonderful. It is by far the most civilized of the African countries I have been to. There are modern buildings, street lights, sidewalks, real coffee, real stores, even toilets at times. O, and I’m living in a real house and it doesn’t constantly smell bad here. So this will be a blessed month yet a challenging one in ministry.
One thing God has been teaching me, considering I am the youngest one on my squad, He doesn’t care about age. He calls whoever He wants to call and then equips them. So although I feel extremely inadequate at times I can’t allow that to stop me from doing what God asks of me. My friend Lilly sums it up pretty well in a song she wrote,
Sometimes I wonder, why did You choose me for this?
Sometimes I have questions about Your purposes
Sometimes I wonder, why did You choose me for this?
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so inadequate
But somewhere in the back of my mind
I hear Your voice, a quiet whispering
“Remember, daughter, you are Mine
And no one can pluck you from My hand”
