These last few weeks have definitely been crazy. Crazy spiritually, emotionally, physically, and any other word that can end in -LY! In the span of about 2 weeks, I was in 3 countries.
I figured I would take a few minutes and sum up the Honduras Mission Trip '12 with RidgePoint Church of Winter Haven, Florida. I wrote in my journal a bit at night and scribbled thoughts of papers when I didnt have it with me, so this is what I wrote all thrown together:
note words in () are added to the journal entry right now to explain in detail my thoughts...
Day 2:
Crazy day today. I am just unsure of so many things. One would think I wouldnt be so shocked here, but I am. Uhhhh,....this place makes me sad. Yesterday, I prayed INCESSANTLY.
(Rambling all day long to God to be be with us, to watch over us, to grow all the new people that were on a mission trip for the first time; just about anything I could spit out of my Spirit, I was praying for. I couldnt think about anything else other than praying to God for whatever the heck was going on/about to happen/...I had no idea, really. I wanted out of my own head because I couldnt focus on anything. God just kept prompting me to pray, pray, pray. These kinds of prayers are complicated. They don't make sense and I do not understand (fully) why the Holy Spirit goes nuts praying. These wacko prayers started before my move to the DR and usually happened at night when I was sleeping. I would wake up praying out of sleep, like rolling over and feeling the need to pray. Usually I say things I dont even think about, as if it is not controlled by me. I hate even writing that because I sound like a NUTcase. Sometimes, I tell God "just do whatever You Will, WHY do you need me to pray!??" Thank goodness God is the best parent ever. I would trip myself up for talking smack to the Lord of the Universe. So, I scrambled all day looking for a verse with Belinda. I found Psalms: 4:8 In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe. Im sure you saw that verse on Facebook that day we committed to practicing it for the trip).
So, today we hit a lady with our bus. Traumatic. Lord, if I was feeling bad, then why pray if we still hit her?? We wont know-- I dont know what it is really like from this stand-point. What could have been if I hadn't prayed over and over again yesterday? (She was released from the hospital that night. We think she may have been drunk or high bc she wasnt walking straight. Our bus why trying to swerve over but couldnt because a car was in the way)
I looked up from my seat and saw Lindsey whisper to Randal, in tears, that she was worried about the Honduran police at the accident scene, among other things. Oh, it broke my heart. Her first time on a trip and I could see fear gripping her tightly. "In the Name of Jesus, dont let them on the bus!" (I said with all I could muster from the depths of my heart to MY Lord.) I waited and pleaded for the Lord to do that for His kids. They didnt come on :) I just love the Lord.
When we got to the restaurant for dinner, there was a guitar man that lightened the mood. I thanked God over and over again as we laughed and sang along to the American songs he tried to sing. For some reason, HE and ONLY HE (the Lord) wanted us to not be down, so He sent this singer that made dinner so memorable and calmed our hearts of fear, anxiety, etc.
Thankful.
(God kept telling me that night to tell Linds that there was power in
His name, that we dont just casually end prayers "In Jesus' Name." I
didnt want to. I was too embarrassed to approach her. So I didnt pull her aside. You better believe
the next morning He woke me up early and told me again to tell her. I
decided to do it this time bc He wouldnt leave me alone. I love that
He loves her so much that He would demand I give her a message/tell her
something. He does not relent sometimes. I am embarrassed of myself
when I get embarrassed to tell people things He has led me to say. If
that makes any sense at all.)
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