For future reference, I know that some people read this not only for themselves, but to their children. As much as I want everybody to know what I am doing, I don’t want your kids to read something for the first time with you reading it for the first time, and you not like it. I am encouraging you to read my blog first, before you share it with the youngins. Because whenever we go to Africa, I have a feeling that things might get a little cray cray.
This last week my team of 21 traveled to Enniskillen to work with a church that The Vineyard helped plant less than a year ago. Along the way, we were lucky to have four more girls stay with us. Two from Arizona who has been on a five month mission trip, and two from Ireland that goes with the church. We were also lucky to be able to stay in the Rugby Club, which is about three miles from the city, so people from the church would car pool us over every morning and every night. John, the pastor, had us ready to work. All week long I worked in the garden (yard); pass out free lunches to banks, travel agencies, lawyers’ offices, and various other places. Everything that we did was to help out the community. John planned that we come on the week called Love Enniskillen. And that’s what we did. We loved it completely.
Some things that I have learned was to come at this open heartedly, open minded, and to know when to keep my mouth shut. It has been a struggle for me concerning spiritual gifts. I always thought that only certain people were blessed with spiritual gifts, and if they were, it wasn’t all of them. In these two places I have stayed, people believe that everybody has spiritual gifts, and they aren’t afraid to use them. I struggled with being prophetic, I struggled with Healing on the Streets, where people would come up and get prayed for, and literally healed. I struggled with speaking in tongues. (Although I do not speak in tongues, I was not use to people around me doing it)
One night during our teams worship, someone in my family came up and prophesied to me. When he spoke, I knew exactly what he was talking about, and I was beyond excited to see it happen. Later on that night, I walked out to the rugby field, and I came upon this.
This is Enniskillen at 11:00 at night. Beautiful, right? As I saw this, and listening to The Civil Wars, I began to full on cry. I cried for a good twenty minutes. Some of the time I knew why I cried, but some of the time I had no idea why I was crying. I was perfectly ok with it. After my sob fest, I suddenly became at peace with myself. At peace with everything. Things from my past, and things that I have just recently struggled with on the race. I can honestly say that this was one of the best nights that I have had on the race so far. I loved it.
This is the night I found peace, and I will never forget it.
