Eight days into this crazy mission and I’m beginning to
realize what I’ve gotten myself into.
Life couldn’t be more exciting.
My heart is alive. I feel as if
I’ve thrown myself out of an airplane and I’m free falling without a parachute. While the thought can be overwhelming, I’m
having the time of my life trusting the Lord and waiting for him to supply all
my needs.
Yesterday our teams bussed out to a small church about an
hour away from out current ‘home’. Upon
arrival, it became evident how 50+ white Americans stand out in a crowd of
locals. Cramming into a tiny little church, the worship leader started playing
a keyboard as the pastor prayed. As the
worship pastor started to sing the words to the first song, I began to
cry. The familiar
“Hallelujah…..hallelujah…..for the Lord God Almighty reigns…..” began in
Spanish. About five months ago my
parents were in Russia
doing marriage conferences for Russian pastors.
When they arrived at the church, it was that same song- in Russian-that
moved their hearts to see the power of God moving throughout the church around
the world. In that moment, I felt a tie
in my heart to the church in America,
the church in Mexico, and
the church in Russia. The Holy Spirit was full in that place and as
worship continued I forgot my sticky sweaty body, my pounding head, my unreal
living conditions….Jesus is here in Mexico.
The service continued as Seth shared his vision for an
awakening of hearts in this generation and in the nations. Gary
then shared and prophesied and began to ask the Lord to heal the sick. I turned to see a little old woman sitting behind
me with her hands raised and as I began to pray for her healing, I started to
cry again. I cried at the realization
that these people who I’ve begun to love really are my family. This little old Mexican woman is my ‘grandma’. After I finished praying for her, Gary asked
the Mexicans to lay hands on the Racers and impart to us what they felt the
Lord had for us…I turned again and grabbed this little old woman’s hand and
together we began to cry and pray and the Holy Spirit surrounded us. I cried out for more and she grabbed my other
hand and began throwing our hands around in the air. I kept crying for more as hearts were united
in this church crammed full of Racers and Mexicans. The Lord is good….so good.
Pictures will come soon!
MUCH LOVE!
