How to begin writing a blog about a month filled with so much of God’s love.
I do not know where to begin.
How to explain the warm welcome we received from strangers. The giving without any expectation of receiving. The Pastors that opened their doors to house and feed us only to spend a few hours or a day to learn more about them and their community.
I do not know where to begin.
How to describe the feeling you get when God provides housing out of no where. When He directs your squad to a hostel where you get to witness the manager accept Jesus and then take you out at night to feed the homeless.
I do not know where to begin.
How to relay the excitement of a teammate being healed through prayer. Or when a teammate heals a hand from arthritis.
I do not know where to begin.
The conversations about our missionary purpose.
The opportunities to share about Jesus with homeless, backpackers and Chileans.
The prayers that led to salvation.
I do not know where to begin. Because there is never really an end. There is no beginning and no end to this missionary lifestyle we are living. We are simply allowed to let God use us to reach those he needs to further his Kingdom. To reach those that simply need to hear they are beautiful and loved by their Father. Those that need a hug, a smile or word of encouragement to bring them one step closer to the Father.
