We've been in Kigali for right at a week now. To begin to explain everything that's transpired in such a short time would only lead to a short novella being written.
If you asked me this time last year what I was doing with my life I would have told you that I spent my days teaching 6th grade Writing at a local middle school and I spent my evenings hanging out with friends, working out or running errands, and my weekends were filled with youth ministry related activities.
Fast forward a year and ask me the same question.
My answer to you now is that I spend my mornings going door to door preaching the gospel and my afternoons having devotional with the local post office staff and evenings preaching at church or choir practice, and my weekends are filled with a rest day on Saturday and a full day of preaching on Sunday.
Currently we are spending our month in Kigali, Rwanda, specifically the small city of Remera and we are living with Pastor Moises and his family. We are blessed to be in a home where we have beds to sleep in, a roof over our heads, lavish meals on the table three times a day and the knowledge that pretty anything we ask for, within reason, will be granted.
I can honestly say that this month has been a month of grace, grace, and more grace. We couldn't have asked for a better exposure to a new continent, filled with a new culture of people and so many new challenges.
Before the race, I spent the previous couple of years, post-college, teaching, but I would have never guessed the way that the Lord would expand my teaching from within the classroom to teaching from behind a pulpit. I can say that the Lord has met me several times over the past week to humble me with the realization that I am nothing but a vessel; a tool for him to speak through to His people.
Yesterday (Monday) was my day to bring the word. I shared my testimony at the Post Office of how the Lord met me and then last night I preached my first official sermon based on Psalm 139. As I stood up there not really knowing what would come I was just waiting on the Lord to start spilling out of me. I was trying to at least keep my train of thought of what point was to come next and not get distracted at the ways Holy Spirit would come and take over. Somewhere in the midst of going point to point I found myself realizing that nothing I had prepared that morning was the same.
I had specific scriptures that I had written down to share because the deeper I looked into Psalm 139, the deeper the connections were being made and the more thoughts were being spurred in my mind. As I turned to each of those references I quickly realized that everything I was reading made complete and perfect sense according to what the Lord wanted to say. The only reason I knew this to be true is that I don't remember half of what I said or was even cognizant of the verbal connections being made in that moment.
I do know that when I was done and took my seat it seemed as though everything started running through my head in a play by play. In fact I picked up my notes and read back through them and re-checked my scriptures to see if I had lost my mind. Eventually, I was assured that I hadn't lost my mind, Holy Spirit had just brought the word.
Pastor Moises has this saying where he asks you on the way to church if he knows you're going to speak, "Are you going to bring the fire?" and he found me last night after it was all said and done and said "Sister, you brought the fire."
It's insane to think that I could even be considered worthy enough to stand before anyone and claim myself as a teacher over them. However, it's not insane that Holy Spirit would come and meet me in the perfect moment and equip me with everything necessary to reach His people for His glory.
Bottomline-You are never too far out of reach for Holy Spirit to reveal Himself through you regardless of whether or not you truly believe in your worthiness because ultimately He will take whatever means necessary to meet His children wherever they are.
We've been in Kigali for right at a week now. To begin to explain everything that's transpired in such a short time would only lead to a short novella being written.
If you asked me this time last year what I was doing with my life I would have told you that I spent my days teaching 6th grade Writing at a local middle school and I spent my evenings hanging out with friends, working out or running errands, and my weekends were filled with youth ministry related activities.
Fast forward a year and ask me the same question.
My answer to you now is that I spend my mornings going door to door preaching the gospel and my afternoons having devotional with the local post office staff and evenings preaching at church or choir practice, and my weekends are filled with a rest day on Saturday and a full day of preaching on Sunday.
Currently we are spending our month in Kigali, Rwanda, specifically the small city of Remera and we are living with Pastor Moises and his family. We are blessed to be in a home where we have beds to sleep in, a roof over our heads, lavish meals on the table three times a day and the knowledge that pretty anything we ask for, within reason, will be granted.
I can honestly say that this month has been a month of grace, grace, and more grace. We couldn't have asked for a better exposure to a new continent, filled with a new culture of people and so many new challenges.
Before the race, I spent the previous couple of years, post-college, teaching, but I would have never guessed the way that the Lord would expand my teaching from within the classroom to teaching from behind a pulpit. I can say that the Lord has met me several times over the past week to humble me with the realization that I am nothing but a vessel; a tool for him to speak through to His people.
Yesterday (Monday) was my day to bring the word. I shared my testimony at the Post Office of how the Lord met me and then last night I preached my first official sermon based on Psalm 139. As I stood up there not really knowing what would come I was just waiting on the Lord to start spilling out of me. I was trying to at least keep my train of thought of what point was to come next and not get distracted at the ways Holy Spirit would come and take over. Somewhere in the midst of going point to point I found myself realizing that nothing I had prepared that morning was the same.
I had specific scriptures that I had written down to share because the deeper I looked into Psalm 139, the deeper the connections were being made and the more thoughts were being spurred in my mind. As I turned to each of those references I quickly realized that everything I was reading made complete and perfect sense according to what the Lord wanted to say. The only reason I knew this to be true is that I don't remember half of what I said or was even cognizant of the verbal connections being made in that moment.
I do know that when I was done and took my seat it seemed as though everything started running through my head in a play by play. In fact I picked up my notes and read back through them and re-checked my scriptures to see if I had lost my mind. Eventually, I was assured that I hadn't lost my mind, Holy Spirit had just brought the word.
Pastor Moises has this saying where he asks you on the way to church if he knows you're going to speak, "Are you going to bring the fire?" and he found me last night after it was all said and done and said "Sister, you brought the fire."
It's insane to think that I could even be considered worthy enough to stand before anyone and claim myself as a teacher over them. However, it's not insane that Holy Spirit would come and meet me in the perfect moment and equip me with everything necessary to reach His people for His glory.
Bottomline-You are never too far out of reach for Holy Spirit to reveal Himself through you regardless of whether or not you truly believe in your worthiness because ultimately He will take whatever means necessary to meet His children wherever they are.
We've been in Kigali for right at a week now. To begin to explain everything that's transpired in such a short time would only lead to a short novella being written.
If you asked me this time last year what I was doing with my life I would have told you that I spent my days teaching 6th grade Writing at a local middle school and I spent my evenings hanging out with friends, working out or running errands, and my weekends were filled with youth ministry related activities.
Fast forward a year and ask me the same question.
My answer to you now is that I spend my mornings going door to door preaching the gospel and my afternoons having devotional with the local post office staff and evenings preaching at church or choir practice, and my weekends are filled with a rest day on Saturday and a full day of preaching on Sunday.
Currently we are spending our month in Kigali, Rwanda, specifically the small city of Remera and we are living with Pastor Moises and his family. We are blessed to be in a home where we have beds to sleep in, a roof over our heads, lavish meals on the table three times a day and the knowledge that pretty anything we ask for, within reason, will be granted.
I can honestly say that this month has been a month of grace, grace, and more grace. We couldn't have asked for a better exposure to a new continent, filled with a new culture of people and so many new challenges.
Before the race, I spent the previous couple of years, post-college, teaching, but I would have never guessed the way that the Lord would expand my teaching from within the classroom to teaching from behind a pulpit. I can say that the Lord has met me several times over the past week to humble me with the realization that I am nothing but a vessel; a tool for him to speak through to His people.
Yesterday (Monday) was my day to bring the word. I shared my testimony at the Post Office of how the Lord met me and then last night I preached my first official sermon based on Psalm 139. As I stood up there not really knowing what would come I was just waiting on the Lord to start spilling out of me. I was trying to at least keep my train of thought of what point was to come next and not get distracted at the ways Holy Spirit would come and take over. Somewhere in the midst of going point to point I found myself realizing that nothing I had prepared that morning was the same.
I had specific scriptures that I had written down to share because the deeper I looked into Psalm 139, the deeper the connections were being made and the more thoughts were being spurred in my mind. As I turned to each of those references I quickly realized that everything I was reading made complete and perfect sense according to what the Lord wanted to say. The only reason I knew this to be true is that I don't remember half of what I said or was even cognizant of the verbal connections being made in that moment.
I do know that when I was done and took my seat it seemed as though everything started running through my head in a play by play. In fact I picked up my notes and read back through them and re-checked my scriptures to see if I had lost my mind. Eventually, I was assured that I hadn't lost my mind, Holy Spirit had just brought the word.
Pastor Moises has this saying where he asks you on the way to church if he knows you're going to speak, "Are you going to bring the fire?" and he found me last night after it was all said and done and said "Sister, you brought the fire."
It's insane to think that I could even be considered worthy enough to stand before anyone and claim myself as a teacher over them. However, it's not insane that Holy Spirit would come and meet me in the perfect moment and equip me with everything necessary to reach His people for His glory.
Bottomline-You are never too far out of reach for Holy Spirit to reveal Himself through you regardless of whether or not you truly believe in your worthiness because ultimately He will take whatever means necessary to meet His children wherever they are.
