Flew to the
D.R., lived in a house with 27 other people. Walked 30-40 minutes to ministry Monday-
Saturday. Walked 30-40 min back home. Walked a lot. Ate a lot of peanut butter
and jelly. Shared a room with 6 girls. Read in the bible. Participated in
feedback every day. Spoke mucho espanol. Met loving Dominicans. Built
relationships. Saw Christ through the actions of my squad mates. Fell more in
love with Christ.
So, what did I experience in the D.R.? I experienced the
presence of God in a way that comes only with surrender to Him. Death to self.
Life through Christ. This is only month one. He has only begun. I found myself
in tears many times because I was overwhelmed with so much joy, that I didn’t
know how to express it. I am learning everyday how to openly express my
affections for my Savior. I am learning how to empty the power of cross everywhere
I go. I am learning that being a Christ follower is not a 9-5. I am watching as
He shifts everything I’ve known and gives me new eyes to see and a renewed
heart to experience, love, tenderness and compassion, and being one in spirit
and purpose with my brothers and sisters in Christ. Basically, my goal is to
have the faith to move mountains. My goal is to press into Him under all
circumstances, whether good or bad, hard or easy. I am learning how to embrace
the person He has created me to be. He won’t relent until He has it all, and He
will have it all.
Some of the wonderful women we met and had the chance to build relationships with.
