Today I was standing outside a school building, leaning over a cement wall that overlooked a part of Africa where the land kisses the sky, and I just thought ” Africa, thank you for being so kind to me when I didn’t even want to come to you in the first place.”
I was not really excited about coming to Africa. I was scared, tired, and my body was ready to find its way back to America where I can slip rigyht into my comfortable, normal way of life. I mean. A couple weeks ago, I was under the Romanian stars telling God ” C’mon! Haven’t I learned enough Lord?”
The flesh part of me was tired and ready to go into hibernation mode. But the Spirit part of me knew there was so much more to see, do, and learn. I had a gut feeling that in Africa I would be stretched, and have to be in prayer more than ever before in my life. And the real Bethsaida wsa not looking forward to it. But the Jesus in me was gently nudging me along with encouraging scriptures and friends.
Getting to Africa was a trial and adventure in its own. (btw.. i dont think i mentioned that a bird pooped on my head while I was waiting on the immigration line at the Zimbabwe border. Anyone who knows me, knows that that WOULD happen to me…it just added a little extra specialness to my African journey. ALso shout out to my squadmate Jake Van Norman.. He was a brother enough to clean it out my hair!!)
Newho..
Africa has been nothing but ridiculously amazing. The church that my team is working with does a lot of going out to th people in the villages. A lot of door to door. There were four on the team I was on, my teammate Cinthia, and two local people and we brought God’s love and truth to about 10 different homes.
I know God is real, and I know He is love. but He is just blowing my mind with the power of His Spirit. People are so desperate for hope from Jesus. For their lives to be filled with peace, and joy. God’s Spirit worked and moved in every single house that we stepped foot in. And it wasn’t some fake, made up experience. I literally saw people’s countenance change before my eyes, and I felt the joy that flowed through them when they received Christ as the driver of their lives!
In Africa, women speakers are encouraged. I got to speak two times in the past three days. Once at church, and today at a high school. And through the speaking, I got to experience God’s supernatural power again. It was such a freeing feeling to know that His Spirit was speaking through me as I opened my mouth and simply shared from my heart, what He placed in there. There really is nothing I would rather do. Yes it”s exhausting, and yes it”s a lot of work.. but I love it. And though I’ve been used to singing my entire life. God is teaching me that my identity isn’t found in that. It’s found in HIM. And He can work through me in any way that I allow him to.
I feel a whole other level of strength and identity being formed in my life. God has truly helped me to be “strong and courageous”. God is so real. And He is in the business of making the impossible…possible.
I want God to do the impossible! I want to be put in seemingly impossible situations, because I want to see my God come through and prove His faithfulness, miracle working, and life saving power once again.
I just keep on being overwhelmed by the waves of God’s power and Spirit all over Mzuzu.
I’m so excited for the next three months here in Africa.. heck, I’m excited for what tomorrow holds! I’m excited to see God do the impossible, and wreck another African’s routine life for an abundant one full of His Spirit. He’s wrecking my life more and more, day by day. And I’m just in sheer awe.
I love meeting my new African brothers and sisters, and I love speaking boldy what God puts in my heart to share. I’m not perfect, and flaws many do exist.. But I’m holding on to God and relying on His supernatural strength. And I’m ready to see the impossible become possible.
“For nothing is impossible with God.” Luke 1:37
Agenda: Love,
Bethsaida
