looking back and feeling blessed.

ATTENTION ALL: in T-minus 3 weeks and a day i will be back in the land the first stole my heart. Nicaragua. 23 days and i will smell that beautiful smell (at least its beautiful to me) and speak my broken spanish which by now has become quite a show! for the first time in about 3 years i will finally see the smiles and faces of the precious people God used to pry into my heart and set a flame in my soul for missions. I'm anxious and excited to see what God does in me as i return there. I wonder if it will feel the same.

looking back on the past 3 years and what God has done in my heart i am overwhelmed by His goodness. never would i or could i have dreamed the things i have gotten to experience, see, feel, learn, or grow in- yet because of His goodness and grace i've been blessed. I pray this trip will be a time like none before.

i do hope for your prayers as we prepare for this exciting time.

PRAY FOR:
*hearts and spirits to be ready and eager (both ours and theirs)
*all plans and agendas to flow as the Lord would have them to
*God to receive ALL glory, honor, and praise for the days we will spend in preparation and also the days we will spend with the nicaraguans.


PRAISE THE LORD FOR THE GOOD THINGS HE HAS DONE!

in the beating of my heart.

today, yesterday, the days before...i can't seem to get it of my head. it's always there in nearly every thought. multiple times a day something is said that reminds me, and there goes my mind racing once again. i try, yet can't shake it. INDIA. it's back. He won't let me forget my time there isn't finished. There's still more to come. I can't lose heart, i can't lose sight, and i certainly can't forget all the promises He's made. THERE IS HOPE FOR INDIA.

Over the past two weeks God's brought it up over and over again. And I finally realized He's speaking, He's obviously got something important to share with me. So i sit, i wait, and i simply asked...."Okay God, i hear you, but what do i do?"

and He spoke clear as day...Isaiah 23. to be honest, i know very little about the setting of this passage but all i noticed, all i could see was the word: PROSTITUTE splattered in almost every phrase. And it was in that moment, i remembered. I saw their faces flash through my mind, i saw their tears, i felt the darkness once more. it one split second i was back on the street corner in Mumbai, India in the midst of evil all around crying the name of Jesus because nothing else seemed right. The prostitutes. The flowers. The ones that someone has to go mend. Someone has to go make them whole again.

"The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn; to grant to those who mourn in Zion- to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord that He may be glorified." Isaiah 61.


that HE may be glorified. All these things done in order that HE might receive glory. women coming, seeking, and finding rescue and redemption in the very name of Jesus, that HE may be glorified.

My time there isn't finished. I can't lose heart. I can't forget. And not even for myself, but that HE may be glorified.





i must go back.