Every time I sing these words in the song “Hosanna”, my eyes become wet with tears of longing– longing for a heart that could actually endure all that God endures each moment. He winces as we take for granted all the gifts He has given us. He cringes at the choices we make and those we choose not to make. He weeps as we live life deficiently and not abundantly. He rejoices when we seek His will. He is proud when we love those that are hard to love…
He loves us when…well…He always loves us. Just for being. Just for breathing.
Wednesday night I prayed that God would break my heart for what breaks His. You wouldn’t believe what happened…
Since arriving here 6 days ago, I have been in an array of different moods: ecstatic, drained, indifferent, frightened, aloof, pensive, but most of all enamored with the Holy Spirit. I’ve experienced nothing like this in my entire life.
In my October squad (S-squad) there are 66 captivating people, all with unique gifts and testimonies. I could not have asked for a more encouraging community of believers to be surrounded by for the next 11 months.
For those of you that are just dying to know what I have been doing for the past week, here is a short break down of the HIGHLIGHTS (cause I would never be able to describe it all):
From 7/24 to 7/30 we were…
SPELLBOUND by the words of Michael Hindes (World Race director) from Sat to Tues.
BLESSED with soul-tingling worship by Jonathan Helser.
BROKEN DOWN by the power of our own personal testimonies.
FREED from carrying the dead, heavy, corpse of sin that has been hanging on our backs.
ENCOURAGED to be the person Christ created us to be.
CONVICTED about how deeply God cares for the least of these.
CHALLENGED to adopt the customs and eat the food from the nations we will be exposed to.
ENLIVENED with the love, support and trust of a Christian community.
EMPOWERED by the Word to desire spiritual gifts and use them for His Divine purpose.
ANOINTED to go to the nations in the name of Jesus Christ…
Those are just of the FEW occurrences from my week-long experience in White, Georgia. I have never felt so prepared to enter into a year of missions.
We were given our team assignments and I can confidently say that God’s hand was over every decision that was made. While yes, the process was unsettling, each consideration was bathed in prayer. I was switched around like crazy until the final day where I was placed with a team out of faith and faith alone.
My team: (from Left) Josh, Janee’, Danielle, Me, Annalisa, and our team leader Scotty (more on this later)
Two months until launch and I am pumped…
