When I was little, I lived in close proximity to our neighborhood baseball park. On the weekends, we would hear screams and cheers from a block or two away, starting from about 6:30 to 8pm.
This month, I am reliving my childhood.
Except the screams are not coming from proud parents and baseball fans & it doesn’t happen at night. Every morning in the mountains of the Dominican Republic, the majority of the following sounds serve as a symphonic wake up call to our entire compund:
screeching chickens and roosters
barking dogs
mooing cows
honking
music
a mama and baby goat attempting to find each other from opposite sides of the compound
& honestly, I love it. I am laughing just thinking about it.
Ministry has looked very different, almost every day. We’ve been circulating team assignments based on the four ministry areas our hosts wanted us to focus on:
Outreach – helping dig out the foundation of a house
Property – helping our host family start and finish projects on their property (digging steps, rotten mango clean up, cementing the community kitchen floor, etc.)
Admin – helping them update their ministry websites
Housekeeping – team laundry day, cleaning the bathrooms, dorms, eating area, kitchens
While serving has looked so different each day, the one constant thing is prayer. Prayer three times a day as a squad. We’ve grown so much in pressing into the Lord; even when it feels like we’ve run out of things to pray about. We sit in silence and allow the Lord to remind us of scripture, things that He has done in our lives, and things He is going to do in the countries to come.
This month did not look at all, how I thought it would. But looking back now, (as I am trying my best to update my blog, 2 months later, from an office in South Africa), I am grateful for it. I am grateful that we got to build this foundation of corporate prayer and allow the Lord to speak truth back to us in the midst of the silence.
