A song of a bird awakes me from my deep slumber, a new day in Mokhotlong, Lesotho. My first daily battle was upon me…. I needed to escape the clutches of the unforgiving sleeping bag. I fought to escape its warmth grasp, as time passed, my mission seemed futile as I couldn’t get the zipper to unzip. The sleeping bag then started playing mind games, taunting me and claiming that the harsh, cold air would be my doom. I wasn’t going to be fooled by this old trick. In one final attempt to free myself, I pulled on the zipper as hard as I could. Finally! I heard the amazing sound of the zipper unzipping; I did it! I managed to unzip the unzipperable zipper! I jumped out of the sleeping bag and celebrated my victory as I ran to the restroom. As I walked back to the bedroom, I shrugged my shoulders as it has been three or four days (maybe even longer) of me wearing the same clothes. Who’s keeping track anyways?
After breakfast our Fusion squad walked down to the construction site, where we are building a foundation for a children home. On the walk, we are greeted by children rushing towards us, hands outstretched and faces beaming, eager to high-five as many of us as possible – like they’re trying to see who can get the most high-fives. The day consists of shoveling dirt, moving the dirt piles, and moving rocks piles of all different shapes and sizes inside the building that will be the children’s home.
As we walk back to our Lesotho home, the next battle is deciding whether to shower or not to shower. As the sun disappears and the moon rises, I watch my poor, unfortunate squad mates run for their lives away from the harsh, cold air after showering, steam rising off of their bodies. Quickly deciding that I can wait and be a poor, unfortunate soul tomorrow.
I leap into my pajamas and dive into my good ol’ sleeping bag as I thought about each dirt pile we moved, each rock pile we picked up and each hand we touched. A smile came to my face as I knew God was going to use everything for good… even if we wouldn’t see the final stage. I started thinking (this has become very dangerous) as I covered my head with blankets (my sister Hakyoung calls me a rock) about all the hands that have reached out to us. I pray that they feel God’s love for them as they touch my hand. All of a sudden, I got a vision of Jesus holding out His hand for a high-five as my hand touches His, He does something different He closes His fingers and touches the back of my hand; He stays there holding my hand.
I then pictured my foundation from the past.
My foundation was built with sand, the sand represented me only relying on myself.
There were three sets of stones that held the sand.
The first set of stones were the stones of lies… telling myself I was ugly because I wasn’t as beautiful as my neighbor.
The second set of stones were the stones of comfort… using my things to hide my sorrow and pain.
The third and the biggest stones were the stones of worthlessness… I didn’t have a place among my family and that God didn’t have a purpose for me.
God was telling me that the sand and the stones had to go. That I couldn’t have them and also be filled by Him.
So it started, God helped me remove the sand and my brothers and sisters helped me remove the stones.
God started to hand me the first set of rocks, these rocks were the rocks of truth. (John 8:32)
The next set of rocks God handed me were the rocks of fullness. (Romans 13:10)
The final set of rocks God handed me were the rocks of Joy. (Nehemiah 8:10)
God than started pouring in good soil into my foundation, this soil was meant to fill in the spaces that the rocks couldn’t reach. This soil was the soil of grace. God wasn’t finished, He then started to pour cement in, and this cement wouldn’t break no matter how hard someone tried to break it. For this cement was the cement of His love.
“The wise man built his house upon the rock, and the rain and the rain came tumbling down and the floods came up and the house on the rock stood firm.
The foolish man built his house upon the sand and the rain came tumbling down, and the floods came up, and the house on the sand went splat!”
-This is a song I learned while in Cambodia and has followed us all the way to Lesotho-
Thank you all who have supported me financially. It’s because of your gracious hearts that I can say with a joyful heart that I am fully funded! Praise Jesus!
If anyone needs some extra prayer feel free to send me an email ([email protected]). I would love to pray for you.
Thank you again for all your prayers, love, and support for these last six months! God bless you all!
Also, some of the Fusion squad still need funds. My South Korean sister Hakyoung is one of them I am asking for 200 fellow believers or more to join me as I pray for funds to reach her. She needs $8000. I’m asking those who read this to pray about donating at least $20 to help her. With God all things are possible. To donate to her visit http://give.worldracefusion.org/en . There should be a slide show of our international team. Click on Hakyoung’s picture to support her journey. Thanks again and God bless!
