We stargazed, studied scripture, and shared smiles. We got pulled over by the cops, played silly games, and witnessed Christ with enthusiasm. Time flew by, and as the months went on, my heart took root in my teammates’ lives. As friendship
turned into family, those roots sprouted and began to blossom into a new understanding of myself. Things surfaced that I never knew existed, and I discovered new facets of love, both pure and holy. We laughed together and
we cried together. We sought God
Him as a team. And most rewarding was seeing God develop and bind together our team as He grew each
one of us in uniquely wonderful ways. We found joy in the dumps of the Philippines, revival being unveiled in China, hope in the darkest streets of Kenya, and sincere faith in Uganda. God truly fused us into a single unified song to speak to the Nations. And now, even though we’ve been placed on new teams, we are still the same song merely split into a fuller three-part harmony. A group of three of us was sent to the left and a group of three was sent to the right. As for me, I’ve been put on an entirely new team without any of my old teammates, but our veils are only removed so we can better reflect the splendor of the Lord, as we are transformed from glory to glory into His image. Judah will always have a special place in my heart. When a team is able to make such an impact on a person, it never dies.