Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise! -Proverbs
6:6
This is the scripture my team
name is based off of-Team ANTS. I like how simple the name seems, but how much
weight it carries with it. Our team likes to think of it as building God’s
kingdom day by day with the little things. Similar to the ant, which toils
every day to build an amazing structure in the end…we want to live a life of
sowing seeds and choosing daily to prefer others over self to build up God’s
kingdom.
strangers together and unify us so that we can make an impact on the nations. So far we are only in our 2nd month on the race, serving in the big
city of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. We’ve been blessed with amazing ministry
contacts this month and have had a variety of opportunities to minister. One of
the things we have done here so far…
ago, we had to come up with 5 different sermons for all different age groups,
create skits that encompass God in them, lead worship and just pick up and
go….figure it out. It’s a crazy life to lead, not knowing what the next day has
in store for you. Not knowing what kind of food we will eat, where we will be
going, who we will be ministering to. It’s so strange that this has become a
lifestyle. This has become my lifestyle for the next 11 months. But I hope that
it becomes more than that…that this changes me from the inside out and that
even after 11 months I can still live my life relying on God’s spirit for
everything. It’s a love/hate relationship. I hate how nervous I get when I share
sermons with kids, but I love that God can use me in my inability. That through
the very thing I can never imagine myself doing (*ahem… preparing a sermon)…God
still speaks through my insecurities. He still strengthens me and lets me know
that my problems are not too big for Him. So I gave a sermon on Daniel and the
Lion’s Den to people that speak Malay in a small village in the jungle. I felt
so raggedy walking up to the “pulpit” if you will. I was sleep deprived, smelly,
and dripping buckets of sweat. And my leg was real messed up because I had
fallen on a rock in a river (I’m very clumsy). So, here I am walking up to the
pulpit…not knowing anything, feeling really beat up and bedraggled, and
exhausted. But then I start to talk and I don’t even remember what I was saying
but I knew that it would be okay. That people who were listening would
hopefully feel God’s presence stirring their hearts. It was crazy and it’s
something that not a lot of people get to do, so I am thankful even though it was
hard. God used me in my brokenness. And I think that’s what the Race is all
about. That this next year I am never going to know what to do or what to say
and I’m going be beat up and tired, but willing to be used by God. That’s all
it takes. And God is going change me.
prostitutes, opened an American restaurant, and built relationships with the
employees in the two weeks that we’ve been here.
