So… wow… Malaysia… Coming to this place has been interesting thus far… It is strange to think that I am already in a different country. I feel as if I don’t have a place anymore and also that every place is mine. The Lord is home for me, as cheesy as that sounds. I have never felt more at home in his presence, I guess because it is the only familiar element in my life right now.
Upon arriving in a bustling, NYC city-like Kuala Lampur, I was told that my team and I would possibly be going into a jungle. After learning that we would stay here in the city, I can say that I was relieved, but also more anxious because of the type of ministry that we would be doing. As soon as we were told that we were staying in Kuala Lampur, I was told that I would be leading worship that afternoon… welcome to the World Race. I have to say that I am starting to adapt to the expectation of doing whatever whenever.
This weekend we traveled to a few villages that I have no clue of the name, and did 6 church services. We lead worship, did skits, played games, sang kids songs, preached, and prayed a lot. After the end of one service, I was able to pray the prayer of salvation with two women, and I am so blessed to see the hand of God at work.
The World Race offers so many opportunities to change and question every aspect of your life, and I feel that this week has been that for me. I have made a few decisions that I believe will drive me further and further into the presence and purpose that God has for me. Although change is hard, I believe that God is holding my hand and moving me along, giving me just what I need exactly when I need it. I am thankful for my team and the amazing support that they have been to me during this week… God knew that I would need people to hold me up, and I thank Him for knowing and providing.
