I’ve mentioned this before in other blogs of wanting to throw in the towel early on. Probably as early as day four, month 1 back in Cambodia.
As we were spending our last day with our host in Albania, watching people from the church get baptized, the Lord reminded me that if I would have continued this journey in Satan’s lies, and would have went home, I wouldn’t have been standing on this mountain in Albania, watching people declare their lives publicly for the Lord.
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If I would have quit,
I would have missed …
Malawi: Feeling Shanna’s head shrink in my hands and baptizing her with a jug of water
Philipines: Getting breakthrough from bondage through performing the life house skit in front of 2,000 kids
Zambia: Teaching English to the best group of 9th grade students and watch them pass their exams
Ukraine: Helping out with a girls weekend at a shelter and sharing my testimony with them
Romania: Helping serve at the parent vision trip and experiencing some of the best days of my race
Spain: Meeting Hannah on the streets and telling her how loved she is by our Father
I would have missed all of the worship, laughter, tears and many memories and adventures that the Lord has given me in the last 10 months.
Now I am here.
Month 11. I made it. We made it. M squad made it. Many of us have wanted to quit at one point or another, I’m sure. But we are here. In Spain. We are all sponges trying to absorb all that we can with one another and ministry opportunities.
My race has not been what I thought it would be. Its been hard, and honestly I have probably spent most days wishing I could have gone home. But this reminder that my Papa has shown me on top of the mountain is allowing me to finish the race with no regret. All of the countless memories, jumping off of a cliff, driving on the back of a moto through the hillside valley, listening to walker play music through the halls, preaching in front of hundreds at once, performing skits and stories for children, will never be things that I will forget.
God gave me a towel at the beginning of the race to hold on to. He gave me the free will to finish out the journey. Yes its been one long game of tug of war being pulled side to side, but in the end I have the towel and am approaching the finish line.
If I would have quit, I would have missed one of the best years of my life.
