We made it to the Dominican Republic!!
This is the only country on my route that I have been to prior to embarking on the World Race and I am so excited to be back!
Yet the warfare is real, and Satan’s tactics are obvious yet subtle at the same time.
He’s playing on fear.
And to be honest, he started his war specifically with me and the DR two and a half years ago.
But I’m not going to let him win!
You see, I came here on a mission trip right after Christmas 2015 going over New Year’s Day into 2016, and on my last day here, about three hours before I was going to the airport to head back to the States, I was robbed.
At gunpoint.
Two of my teammates, a married couple, and myself decided to walk to the grocery story and on our way back we turned down out side street and two men on a moto drove past us and stopped and then the one jumped off and flashed a gun in our faces yelling something at us in Spanish (I don’t know what he was saying). But ultimately, he had a gun, so we did what he said. After going to the other two people he came to he and put it to my nose and then started patting me down with his other hand. Ultimately, as he was about to leave because I didn’t have any money, he felt my phone that was tucked into my skirt waste band and grabbed it. He then jumped back on the moto and they rode off.
Needless to say I was upset.
Fast forward two and a half years to my first night back in the Dominican Republic—three of my squad mates and I decided to venture out and follow Google Maps to find Burger King to grab some dinner.
While walking through Santo Domingo, we turned off of the main road down a side street and were walking along and all of a sudden two guys drove past us on a moto and then slowed down and began to turn around.
Sound slightly familiar?
The one on the back then jumped off and started moving towards my group quickly.
Now does it sound similar?
My thoughts were “oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
Now, to be honest, I wasn’t super surprised and I was hyper aware while we were walking, so instantly I start praying and my hand goes to my pocket where I may, or may not, have had a knife—ya know, just in case.
Not that a knife would really do anything against a gun, but nonetheless.
So, the guy ran to my squad mate who had a purse and tried to grab it from her—it wasn’t going anywhere, for it was over her shoulder.
And then the guy with our group stepped out of the shadows and the person robbing us had an “oh, shoot” look on his face. He definitely didn’t see the guy with out group and decided to try to rob us during a spur of the moment decision; not expecting a guy to pop out.
Ultimately the guy left, without robbing us and we walked back to our apartment without Burger King.
So, with those being said, Satan is doing his best to scare us out of boldness with ministry—and that is NOT going to work.
I’m pumped for this month, and I have high expectations that the Lord is going to move in, and through, and all around my entire squad during our last month here on the Race!!
This was from my first time in the Dominican Republic, I helped build a house with Casas Por Cristo.
This is the view from the apartment building where my squad is staying for the month here in the DR.
Our entire squad came together the second night here for corporate worship on the rooftop—Satan is not welcome here!
