My team has been in Guatemala for about 6 days now and despite all the awesome God stories that keeping happening, I seem to be unable to sit down and write a decent blog. My frustration is complicated by the fear that our stay in Nicaragua for the next month will not provide much internet time. So in an attempt to get out what the Lord has been doing and the fun I’ve been having, I’d like to share the following…
Being on the race has been a growth experience. I love it, but I’ll be honest- I struggle sometimes. Recently it seems that the language barrier has been almost insurmountable.
Case in point…
On the van ride down from Mexico, our driver stopped to use ‘the restroom’ on the side of the road. The guys on my team had no problem with this arrangement, but I was convinced that we could have our driver find a nicer place for the ladies. When he climbed back into the van, we communicated with some effort that the ladies would like a ‘nice’ place to use the restroom as well. He nodded and drove about 20 feet before he pulled over again. He found a place that had more bushes….much nicer than the last place he had pulled over! Nice is a relative term.
One more great language story…
We found a relatively cheap hostel/ hotel for the B squad to stay at for our last few days here in Guatemala, and I was trying to figure out what rooms we would be staying in and how many people could stay in each room. Minor note- when speaking Spanish, be careful when using words that sound like other words…you may be asking how many bodies you have and how many people can fit in each body. Cuerpo means body.
Cuarto means room.
The Lord doesn’t care about what language you speak…
There’s an overlook to the city of Antigua and a cross planted as a beacon over the city. The cross is visible from different places in the city, and the entire city is visible from the cross.
Sunday morning the media team hiked to the cross to pray over the city of Antigua. Overwhelmed by the love that the Lord keeps downloading on me, I asked for his heart for this city. I closed my eyes and saw in the Lord shaking the earth in the spiritual. Chains were binding the city, I could hear people crying out for help, but I could see people who were silent because they hadn’t yet realized the bondage that holds them. He whispered to my heart that this city is crying out to be set free- we are here to bring release.
The next night I sat in my bed laughing with the girls when the entire earth began to quake. We stared at each other in amazement as the windows rattled at the power of the HOLY God we serve. The Lord has not forgotten Antigua.
Through the struggles, my heart continues to grow. My desire is remains the same, I want to see Jesus. I want to look like Jesus. I want to be his hands and I want to feel his heart. He is moving in the nations. He is calling forth a generation to a radical lifestyle of surrender and faith.
