Thursday, March 10, 2011

Dominican Trip

I never wanted to go on a "mission trip". Travelling the globe singing songs with village children, ministering to people on the street, spending time with the ill and dying, hugging and loving the orphans. All these things were out of my comfort zone. I would have to be out of my mind to agree to going on one of these trips. There was no way - no how - just no!
    I might have my fears and reservations on certain experiences in life, but in the end my will to serve God trumps those. So when the Good Lord called me to go on this trip I carefully weighed my options:

  1. I could do as God commanded me to, and just go
  Or as Jonah so kindly figured out for me...

    2. I could not go and instead spend a few lovely days in a fish or some other horrible place God would use to get my attention.

After spending a little too long weighing my options, I found myself in a completely different country and on a mission trip. As it would often be quoted by Michelle on the trip "You have got to be kidding me!" - often ran through my mind on the first few days. I was constantly trying to figure out how I had gotten myself into this situation.

Those of you who know God and how He works can tell He was going somewhere with all this...

...that somewhere was Monday morning. We returned to the orphanage to do some crafts with the children. Up until this point everything was going just as I had expected. You see, before leaving we were briefed on the type of living conditions and culture shock we would encounter while on the trip. I had prepared myself for the worst.
    The unexpected happened when I sat beside a young girl to help her with the activity sheets we were doing. After years of schooling and learning to put your name on the top of your sheet, I did so rather automatically. The young girl I sat beside also wrote her name at the top of her sheet. She then pointed to my last named and asked what it meant. I explained to her it was my last name, the name of my family. A moment later the young girl wrote my last name on her paper as her own last name. At first I wanted to be like "No, wait! You have no idea what type of family you are getting into!" "We are not exactly the Brady Bunch; we have issues!" Then, at that moment, God quieted my heart and spoke. "It has been done. She is now your sister; her family is now your family and yours hers". I had prepared for so much but no one told me to prepare for the love that the people I met would have for me. That young girl without hesitations excepted me and all my faults. She simply just loved. I was gloriously overwhelmed. It was at that point I looked around the table and for the first time saw my family. These weren't just children in an orphanage anymore; these were my brothers and sisters. God had opened my eyes and heart to them.

Just to wrap this up - I had never felt "made" for missions. I never had a heart for it. But in a tiny orphanage in the Dominican Republic, with the use of my sister Noellia, God taught me that I don't need to be on fire for missions. He is on fire about it enough. I just need to be willing to go, He will take it from there.

Faith, Love and Dynamite<3

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Tall People

I think all tall people should be friendly. As a person of smaller stature I must admit tall people make me nervous.  They stand there, towering over everyone. It's very unsettling. The least they could do would be to look down and smile once in a while. I know it'd make me feel better.

Faith, Love & Dynamite <3

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Angel Of Death

Death makes me nervous; not due to the fact that it is the end of my physical life, but because there are so many unknown variables. The variable that has me captured the most at the moment is the Angel of Death. I'm not sure if there is an actual figure, or if it is just something "Touched By An Angel" made up. If there happens to be an actual angel of death, I have a few requests. I want him to be named "Scotty", so when it is my time to go I can say "Beam me up Scotty!" My second request is that I want him to be like "Come, I have been ordered to take you to my leader." I do not really know. I just figure if there is going to be an Angel of Death, and if he is going to be my first encounter with the spiritual world ahead of me, I want him to be cool. I'm thinking a cross between Spock and The Predator from AVP. That's just me I guess. I'm weird like that. Deal with it.

Until later, 
Faith, Love and Dynamite <3

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Mafia Tendencies

I am not often a mean-spirited person. That being said, there are a few circumstances in which I can get volatile. One of those circumstances is when it comes to protecting my friends. I find myself taking on their battles and fighting with people who have done me no wrong. It is kind of like a mafia in my mind. I have a list of people who I will protect with all I got. What happens though when one person on my list hurts another person on my list? I find myself choosing sides. I turn my back on the friend who is lower on my list than the other. I wish I could find a way where I did not feel the need to protect one person at the expense of another. Tonight I have been rude to a guy who does not deserve it, or at least not from me. I feel conflicted because the reason I am being short with him is because he hurt my friend's feelings. At the same time, the end-result action that he took toward such friend is one that I fully agree with. So how do I stay loyal to two good friends, on opposite sides and still stay true to how I feel? One might say that it is none of my business, and that I should stay out of it. That person would be a wise person. However, my mafia tendencies are how I show my loyalties. Ugh, I feel bad.

Hopefully I'll figure this out one day. Until then, though...
Faith, Love & Dynamite