This post has no title because honestly too much happened this past week for me to cleverly come up with an all-encompassing one. Let's review the past week starting from where I left off - trying not to get lost on the trains... again. (Recent story of my life.)
On Monday, I went to Harajuku with Amanda and Liz for shopping and sushi, both of which were amazing. It was good to just get out and walk around and for that, one of the best places is Harajuku! Being the center of Japanese fashion, it has the best people-watching in all of Tokyo! After hitting up some of the stores on Takeshita Street, we went to kaiten zushi, a sushi bar that has a conveyor belt that circles the room that carries sushi right in front of you. The plates are different colors and the colors correspond to how much the sushi costs. At the end, they just add up your plates and pay that way. Very entertaining (and delicious!) experience. :)
Tuesday, I worked cleaning the office with Pastor Shelley in the morning, cleaned the upstairs of the Mission House for the Snider's who returned that night, worked on my sermon for Sunday, and prepared for Wednesday night youth service! Whew!
Wednesday began with working outside (only for a short time since it was close to 100 degrees and about a zillion percent humidity). The rest of the day was spend finishing preparations for youth at Yokota, traveling to the church, and having a blast with some of the best teenagers in Japan. I was sad to leave them but it was a good experience that taught me a lot. (I hope they learned a little something, too, lol)
Thursday found me furiously working on my sermon for Sunday as it had to be sent to the translator by the end of that day. That afternoon, I went to help the lovely Miss Amanda Fosburg teach her last English class of the year at Megumi church. It was sad again, leaving the kids, but they were so much fun I can't help but smile when I think of them. You'll have to see my facebook for the cutest pictures of them.
Friday dawned a little too early for my taste (after I had stayed up late finishing my sermon...) and I found myself again on the road up to Tohoku for relief work. It was a lovely day that made for great pictures of the mountains that rose up out of the rice fields and clear pictures of the devastated city of Shichigahama once we arrived. The pictures from my previous trip were blurry due to the perpetual rain that weighed down the mud we dug up out of the rain gutters. This trip was for a different purpose: bicycles. We arrived Saturday at Higashi Matsushima at 10:00 in the morning to discover that 70 adult bicycles had already been delivered and were standing in neat rows (very Japanese) for distribution. In the course of the morning, we installed a bunch of baby seats, unloaded a truck full of 70-some more children's bikes, correctly distributed each bike to it's new owner, took a ton of pictures, and got some unfortunately nasty sunburns. (Lucky for me the Mission House sports three lovely aloe plants for which I am eternally grateful.)
Sunday was another scorching hot day. I preached in both the morning and afternoon services which were translated line by line into Japanese. I'd never preached to a real congregation before, nor to an international congregation, nor with translation, nor an entirely scripted sermon. In some ways, it was great since all I had to do was basically read what I had written, but in other ways I missed the spontaneous creativity of extemporaneous preaching. Glory to God though, several people told me later that it was just what they needed to hear and they identified with what I had said. Knowing that my words somehow made a way for people to get closer to the Lord is the greatest congratulations I could wish for.
Monday was a blissful day off after a long week of traveling and preaching. I met up with Amanda Fosburg and Liz Dunagan in Shinjuku for shopping and my first purikura (photo booth) experience. Japanese photo booths are possibly the most fun/entertaining thing I've seen since I discovered DDR my freshman year. Speaking of DDR, I couldn't leave the arcade without dragging Liz onto the game with me for 4 complete songs of awesomeness. After that, we went shopping for some souvenirs (since we're all leaving somewhat shortly) and then off to this amazing burger place for dinner with some more friends. I'll never forget the inspirational conversation that happened afterwards at Starbucks, however. You'll just have to wait for a few years to hear the completion of that story, Lord willing. ;) Good stuff.
Tuesday and Wednesday required my utmost concentration and detail-oriented attention (which is difficult to get for more than 5 minutes at a time). I addressed envelopes for a mailing Pastor Shelley is doing soon for Teen Challenge in Japan. Some days you preach, some days you address envelopes. Such is the life of a missionary intern.
Thursday (today) is the day written about in my last post. It was chilly today as a cold front replaced the super hot weather after the typhoon swept through the country. I wasn't complaining even as goose bumps broke out on my arms as I walked down the sidewalk today. It is a welcome change from the sticky-hot days of last week.
Tomorrow may foretell another COSTCO adventure. Lord preserve me, but this time I will get pictures! Ever day this week, I've been trying to get out of the house at least once a day and have a convenience store adventure. There are so many unique foods to try, some of which should remain untested. One of my snack attacks led me to buy a small bag of chips that were supposed to be sour cream and onion flavored (as opposed to their seaweed and shrimp-flavored neighbors). I just wanted something crunchy to go with my old favorite: a bottle of milk tea. Well, either the milk tea and chip flavors didn't mix or they were seriously confused when they wrote the katakana on the packaging, but the chips tasted more like sour coffee creamer and dried herb flakes than anything remotely what I am used to. Not exactly the appetizing distraction I was hoping for...
Well, there you have it. All that and a bag of chips. A bag of unsatisfying, wanna-be sour cream and onion chips. But at least they were crunchy :)
To God be the glory! Thanks for another adventurous week, Jesus! Looking forward to my last 2 weeks. I'm gonna bet they'll be memorable!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
By the Skyline of the City
Something beautiful happened today by the skyline of the city. I was with Pastor Shelley at the 9th story apartment of a woman from Tokyo ICA, looking out over the skyline of Tokyo listening to the sound of something that brought tears to my eyes. I stood there in disbelief, wondering how on earth I was special enough to be present at that moment. Standing there, my heart understood what my ears could not - a woman giving her life to the Lord in Japanese.
All of my life, I have prepared for something so significant - but there in that moment, I was mystified that I would be allowed to witness such a beautiful thing. God truly did a work of the miraculous in that woman's life and I was privy to the life-changing experience. Listening to her voice trembling with emotion as she repeated the words of the prayer in Japanese stirred something deep in my heart... something I don''t even understand. All I knew as I looked out the window at the Tokyo skyline was that the horizon never looked so full of promise and potential than at that moment. I'm here to hear this sound, I thought. The sound of the hearts of your people speaking to you in the language of their heart. It is something truly beautiful.
And now I'd like to offer my routine apology for not posting as often as I'd hoped. My next post will be a compilation of what's been happening the last week or so and a short description of each day that has passed. I don't think I'll be able to fully describe it in these posts, but this country has fully and completely captured my heart and I don't think I'll be going back the same. No... I'll never be the same again.
All of my life, I have prepared for something so significant - but there in that moment, I was mystified that I would be allowed to witness such a beautiful thing. God truly did a work of the miraculous in that woman's life and I was privy to the life-changing experience. Listening to her voice trembling with emotion as she repeated the words of the prayer in Japanese stirred something deep in my heart... something I don''t even understand. All I knew as I looked out the window at the Tokyo skyline was that the horizon never looked so full of promise and potential than at that moment. I'm here to hear this sound, I thought. The sound of the hearts of your people speaking to you in the language of their heart. It is something truly beautiful.
And now I'd like to offer my routine apology for not posting as often as I'd hoped. My next post will be a compilation of what's been happening the last week or so and a short description of each day that has passed. I don't think I'll be able to fully describe it in these posts, but this country has fully and completely captured my heart and I don't think I'll be going back the same. No... I'll never be the same again.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Mosaic Tiles of Life
This post has been a long time in coming and for that I apologize. I've been sick the last few days and have not been able to do much besides rest. In the midst of that, the Lord has gotten ahold of me and reminded me of a few things I'd forgotten, such as the fact that I'm not the center of the universe and I don't steer the ship. It's been an interesting ride the last few days for sure. But one thing I discovered yesterday was that I simply love the people around me at ICA and I'm incredibly lucky to be able to be here with them at this time.
This post is going to be a bunch of little stories all smooshed into one. Consider it a mosaic of my life at ICA and in Tokyo right now. I simply love it!
These Philippina ladies (plus 2 Japanese ladies) are the diligent and most excellent cooks for our Sunday lunches each and every week. They always serve with a smile and get things together so effectively it amazes me. I'm always so grateful for their cooking since we're at church all day. It is so refreshing to sit down with members of the church and just talk and laugh together after the service is over. If you ask me, we've got a good thing going here. :)
It's really the small things that make life worthwhile - especially if those small things are kids! I've been privileged to serve with Children's Church during the morning service and have tons of fun with the kids, teaching them and learning from them, too. Last week, I taught them the fruit of the spirit song that I learned from Pastor Chad in Kid's Church when I was in elementary school. The kids really got into making the noises of the fruit and they kept adding verses to include cherries and even some things that I don't think can be considered fruit, lol. This week, they heard the story of Joseph and the coat of many colors. They made their own coats out of plastic bags and construction paper and wore them around all day, rustling here and there. It was too cute! Zeeki, one of the boys, is teaching me how to fold origami. He is very patient with me since I'm old and can't catch onto things quite as quickly. His little sister, Zuvi, has finally warmed up to me after weeks and weeks of smiles and offers to help color. She asked me last week to wear a long dress, so I wore my long, multicolored skirt and she wore her pink and white dress that twirls when she spins around. She drew a picture of us as princesses that almost made me cry. After Children's Church, she held me hand and we twirled around while lunch was being set up.
This is Marvelous, the oldest of three siblings, a brother and sister who are named Daniel and Radiance. She was having a hard day yesterday and I could tell she was tired of having to put up with her younger siblings. She was drawing something I thought looked like a castle... only to find out it was a cake. I told her it was a very nice cake and that she could draw anything she wanted. When I was walking out the door to make our weekly Starbucks run, she barreled up to me and showed me her picture of a castle (for real this time) with a prince and princess standing in front. I told her it was beautiful and that she was a wonderful artist. Her beaming face bid me farewell as I walked down the stone steps between the buildings. I don't think there are many things better than that.
This is one of our monthly birthday cake candle-blowing collaborations. Each month, a cake is baked for all the people whose birthdays are in that month. All of them gather around and we sing happy birthday, then they blow the candles out together. I love it because it's a real family thing. In my family, family cake for someone's birthday is a long standing tradition of celebrating just for the sake of celebrating. It's stuff like that that makes a family, I think. Just wanting to be together and celebrate each other's lives. It's beautiful.
We have a wonderful mix of nationalities in our church and that makes for a lot of comings and goings among the congregation members. It seems there is always someone coming in, going out, getting married, finding a new job, going on vacation, having kids, etc. There are teams who come in and out, the Chi Alpha/GAP group that adds to the mix and a whole ton of languages to boot! It sure was confusing at first, but now I couldn't love it more. I enjoy worshiping in different languages and hearing the voices of other words crying out to the same Father I love. I think this is something similar to what heaven will be like.
Irma, a friend of Pastor Shelley that I met 2 weeks ago, asked me yesterday if I'd ever worn a yukata (a summer kimono). I said I had once or twice and she insisted that I let her dress me up in one of her yukata for church one Sunday! As you can imagine, I am stoked and truly honored. Look for pictures on FB in a few weeks!
Dale, one of the guys on worship team is leaving the same week I am and asked me if I would sing a special song with him and the rest of the worship team. If you know me, you know that I've never ever sang in a microphone and never in front of people. Yet, it was touching to know that I'm part of the family, so I said yes. We practiced it yesterday and had a really good time. I'm looking forward to next week when we sing it!
I wish I had time to share with you the whole story of when the Brazilian church and American IHOPU team put on a Pentecost celebration and Dawn, the 9-year-old girl to the right, had some questions for me about the Holy Spirit. It took everything within me not to cry laughing. She was concerned when a woman, overcome by the Spirit, lay down on the floor. We call this "slain in the Spirit", but try explaining that to a 9-year-old. She just looked really concerned and asked me "Is she dead?!" Once I explained to her the situation, she said "Can you do that to me?" A full 15 minutes of explanation later, we went to the back room for some crackers and raisins. I don't think I've had a more memorable and adorable conversation in my life. :)
Last night at GAP (the young adult service), one of the Japanese girls, Mio, sang in worship for the first time. She's a piano teacher, and listening to her harmony almost brought me to to tears. It was the best worship service I've been to in a while. We had to say goodbye to Kohei, one of our guys who was home visiting family in Japan for 3 weeks before heading back to Australia for school. We got to hang out with him a few times and I was always amused by his Australian/Japanese accented English (yo, lol). He'll for sure be missed.
For those who are wondering, we caught the mouse in our house last night - finally! I'd seen it twice and have discovered many different pieces of "evidence" that it has been here, but last night was the turn of fate for our small intruder. I heard something banging in the kitchen around 4am this morning but was too chicken to go check it out (judge me all you want) at the time. I woke up later this morning to find out that P. Shelley had found it stuck in one of our traps and had taken it out with the garbage this morning. How thoughtful of her. :) I'm actually very impressed that she handled it so effectively. I would have been spazzing, without a doubt.
Tonight, I'm headed out for sushi with Amanda Fosburg and Liz Dunagan. We all admitted to each other last night that our lives in Japan would be significantly more lonely without each other and we need to spend more time together. So, I'm off to Harajuku to meet them for dinner. (Wish me luck in not getting lost... again.)
Blessings,
Amanda
This post is going to be a bunch of little stories all smooshed into one. Consider it a mosaic of my life at ICA and in Tokyo right now. I simply love it!
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| This is Kevin, one of our more active boys in church. :) |
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| Not sure why these are sideways... sorry! |
This is Marvelous, the oldest of three siblings, a brother and sister who are named Daniel and Radiance. She was having a hard day yesterday and I could tell she was tired of having to put up with her younger siblings. She was drawing something I thought looked like a castle... only to find out it was a cake. I told her it was a very nice cake and that she could draw anything she wanted. When I was walking out the door to make our weekly Starbucks run, she barreled up to me and showed me her picture of a castle (for real this time) with a prince and princess standing in front. I told her it was beautiful and that she was a wonderful artist. Her beaming face bid me farewell as I walked down the stone steps between the buildings. I don't think there are many things better than that.
We have a wonderful mix of nationalities in our church and that makes for a lot of comings and goings among the congregation members. It seems there is always someone coming in, going out, getting married, finding a new job, going on vacation, having kids, etc. There are teams who come in and out, the Chi Alpha/GAP group that adds to the mix and a whole ton of languages to boot! It sure was confusing at first, but now I couldn't love it more. I enjoy worshiping in different languages and hearing the voices of other words crying out to the same Father I love. I think this is something similar to what heaven will be like.
Irma, a friend of Pastor Shelley that I met 2 weeks ago, asked me yesterday if I'd ever worn a yukata (a summer kimono). I said I had once or twice and she insisted that I let her dress me up in one of her yukata for church one Sunday! As you can imagine, I am stoked and truly honored. Look for pictures on FB in a few weeks!
Dale, one of the guys on worship team is leaving the same week I am and asked me if I would sing a special song with him and the rest of the worship team. If you know me, you know that I've never ever sang in a microphone and never in front of people. Yet, it was touching to know that I'm part of the family, so I said yes. We practiced it yesterday and had a really good time. I'm looking forward to next week when we sing it!
I wish I had time to share with you the whole story of when the Brazilian church and American IHOPU team put on a Pentecost celebration and Dawn, the 9-year-old girl to the right, had some questions for me about the Holy Spirit. It took everything within me not to cry laughing. She was concerned when a woman, overcome by the Spirit, lay down on the floor. We call this "slain in the Spirit", but try explaining that to a 9-year-old. She just looked really concerned and asked me "Is she dead?!" Once I explained to her the situation, she said "Can you do that to me?" A full 15 minutes of explanation later, we went to the back room for some crackers and raisins. I don't think I've had a more memorable and adorable conversation in my life. :)Last night at GAP (the young adult service), one of the Japanese girls, Mio, sang in worship for the first time. She's a piano teacher, and listening to her harmony almost brought me to to tears. It was the best worship service I've been to in a while. We had to say goodbye to Kohei, one of our guys who was home visiting family in Japan for 3 weeks before heading back to Australia for school. We got to hang out with him a few times and I was always amused by his Australian/Japanese accented English (yo, lol). He'll for sure be missed.
For those who are wondering, we caught the mouse in our house last night - finally! I'd seen it twice and have discovered many different pieces of "evidence" that it has been here, but last night was the turn of fate for our small intruder. I heard something banging in the kitchen around 4am this morning but was too chicken to go check it out (judge me all you want) at the time. I woke up later this morning to find out that P. Shelley had found it stuck in one of our traps and had taken it out with the garbage this morning. How thoughtful of her. :) I'm actually very impressed that she handled it so effectively. I would have been spazzing, without a doubt.
Tonight, I'm headed out for sushi with Amanda Fosburg and Liz Dunagan. We all admitted to each other last night that our lives in Japan would be significantly more lonely without each other and we need to spend more time together. So, I'm off to Harajuku to meet them for dinner. (Wish me luck in not getting lost... again.)
Blessings,
Amanda
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Recap: God's Work
I haven't posted in a while because honestly I've not felt that there was anything exciting enough to post... until today when I realized that while I've done next to nothing this last week, God has been at work all around me doing things I could scarcely do myself. Let's recap, shall we?
Monday, I went to the Ghibli museum in Mitaka, which is an awesome place to go, especially if you love Miyazaki's films as much as I do! I got to see the giant Totoro at the entrance and sit inside the cat bus! I wish I had pictures to share, but photos weren't allowed inside the museum. It was a great time, though and I'd encourage anyone to go if they're in Tokyo.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were spent mostly at the Mission House doing homework, office work, and generally recovering from the CA team's trip. While it was amazing and tons of fun, it sure was exhausting!
Then came Saturday and Sunday, in which God got ahold of me yet again and really spoke words of life into my heart. Let me break it down by saying this: I was really in a bad mood all week due to compounding stress and me moving into the second phase of culture shock in which you start feeling irritation and frustration towards your host culture. I had gotten lost on the trains yet again going to the Ghibli museum on Monday and by that time, the train game had stopped being so much fun. I just wanted to get around by myself without getting lost every time. The language wasn't coming as easily as I thought it would and I was generally depressed about not knowing what my true purpose was in coming to Japan (such as, why do you want me here, God?). That was my attitude for much of the previous week in which I sat at home and did next to nothing while God quietly worked on my heart and in my life (most of which without me knowing.)
Saturday night, the Brazilian church that meets at our ICA building on Thursday nights hosted a special Pentecost celebration together with another IHOPU (International House of Prayer University) team. It was a true Pentecostal meeting that last over 5 hours! Through it all, I felt the Lord was speaking to me and so during one of the worship times and He truly confirmed a lot of what I had been praying about for a long time. Sunday night came with more of the same. One of the things I prayed about that night was working with youth in Japan. I've always wanted to work with youth and have a dream of seeing places like Harajuku come to Christ.
Monday came along with the 4th of July party at Yokota ICA near the US military base in Yokota. The new missionary family currently living upstairs (the Williams) and Pastor Shelley and I piled in the van and drove an hour up there to fellowship with other missionaries and Japanese believers. I haven't eaten such good American food since coming to Japan! I don't think I've eaten so much since coming to Japan, either! It was really good food and good fellowship. I got to meet the pastors of Yokota ICA, pastor Dan and Linda Alvarez. Coincidentally, they were looking for a youth leader for this month since their only youth leader took a leave for a month this summer. I happened to be sitting at the table with the Alvarezes when Pastors Bill and Carol (who know of my desire to work with youth) pointed straight at me and said "she'd do it!"
I cannot believe God answered my prayer so fast. But then, I almost think He was just waiting for me to pray it so it could be answered. :) He knows the desires of our heart and wants to give good gifts to His children. Apparently, I'm going to be leading the Yokota youth group for the next two Wednesdays and possibly one more week after that. God sure does work miracles, ne? I can't believe I'll be doing what I've always dreamed about - tomorrow. Wow.
Despite all of my shortfalls, God is always at work. Pastor Chad's favorite verse is Ephesians 2:10 which says "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do." I also like the Message version of that verse and the surrounding verses which say: "Now God has us where he wants us, with all the time in this world and the next to shower grace and kindness upon us in Christ Jesus. Saving is all his idea, and all his work. All we do is trust him enough to let him do it. It's God's gift from start to finish! We don't play the major role. If we did, we'd probably go around bragging that we'd done the whole thing! No, we neither make nor save ourselves. God does both the making and saving. He creates each of us by Christ Jesus to join him in the work he does, the good work he has gotten ready for us to do, work we had better be doing." (Eph. 2:7-10)
As usual, it's not about me. I am not the subject of the sentence. God has merely invited me to participate in the wonderful works He is already doing. My ministry is not really mine - it's God's. It's not really my time - it's God's. And it's not really my life - it's God's. If I remember that, the pride that so easily entangles me falls away pretty quickly. I can't believe that a God so big would choose a small person like me to do His work. How awesome is that?
I'll try my best to keep posting more often from now on. Please excuse my moment of weakness and humanity. I'd like to share with you more of what God is putting in my heart and doing in my life and the lives of others around me next time. I'll let you know how tomorrow goes! Ja ne! Matta ne!
Monday, I went to the Ghibli museum in Mitaka, which is an awesome place to go, especially if you love Miyazaki's films as much as I do! I got to see the giant Totoro at the entrance and sit inside the cat bus! I wish I had pictures to share, but photos weren't allowed inside the museum. It was a great time, though and I'd encourage anyone to go if they're in Tokyo.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were spent mostly at the Mission House doing homework, office work, and generally recovering from the CA team's trip. While it was amazing and tons of fun, it sure was exhausting!
Then came Saturday and Sunday, in which God got ahold of me yet again and really spoke words of life into my heart. Let me break it down by saying this: I was really in a bad mood all week due to compounding stress and me moving into the second phase of culture shock in which you start feeling irritation and frustration towards your host culture. I had gotten lost on the trains yet again going to the Ghibli museum on Monday and by that time, the train game had stopped being so much fun. I just wanted to get around by myself without getting lost every time. The language wasn't coming as easily as I thought it would and I was generally depressed about not knowing what my true purpose was in coming to Japan (such as, why do you want me here, God?). That was my attitude for much of the previous week in which I sat at home and did next to nothing while God quietly worked on my heart and in my life (most of which without me knowing.)
Saturday night, the Brazilian church that meets at our ICA building on Thursday nights hosted a special Pentecost celebration together with another IHOPU (International House of Prayer University) team. It was a true Pentecostal meeting that last over 5 hours! Through it all, I felt the Lord was speaking to me and so during one of the worship times and He truly confirmed a lot of what I had been praying about for a long time. Sunday night came with more of the same. One of the things I prayed about that night was working with youth in Japan. I've always wanted to work with youth and have a dream of seeing places like Harajuku come to Christ.
Monday came along with the 4th of July party at Yokota ICA near the US military base in Yokota. The new missionary family currently living upstairs (the Williams) and Pastor Shelley and I piled in the van and drove an hour up there to fellowship with other missionaries and Japanese believers. I haven't eaten such good American food since coming to Japan! I don't think I've eaten so much since coming to Japan, either! It was really good food and good fellowship. I got to meet the pastors of Yokota ICA, pastor Dan and Linda Alvarez. Coincidentally, they were looking for a youth leader for this month since their only youth leader took a leave for a month this summer. I happened to be sitting at the table with the Alvarezes when Pastors Bill and Carol (who know of my desire to work with youth) pointed straight at me and said "she'd do it!"
I cannot believe God answered my prayer so fast. But then, I almost think He was just waiting for me to pray it so it could be answered. :) He knows the desires of our heart and wants to give good gifts to His children. Apparently, I'm going to be leading the Yokota youth group for the next two Wednesdays and possibly one more week after that. God sure does work miracles, ne? I can't believe I'll be doing what I've always dreamed about - tomorrow. Wow.
Despite all of my shortfalls, God is always at work. Pastor Chad's favorite verse is Ephesians 2:10 which says "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do." I also like the Message version of that verse and the surrounding verses which say: "Now God has us where he wants us, with all the time in this world and the next to shower grace and kindness upon us in Christ Jesus. Saving is all his idea, and all his work. All we do is trust him enough to let him do it. It's God's gift from start to finish! We don't play the major role. If we did, we'd probably go around bragging that we'd done the whole thing! No, we neither make nor save ourselves. God does both the making and saving. He creates each of us by Christ Jesus to join him in the work he does, the good work he has gotten ready for us to do, work we had better be doing." (Eph. 2:7-10)
As usual, it's not about me. I am not the subject of the sentence. God has merely invited me to participate in the wonderful works He is already doing. My ministry is not really mine - it's God's. It's not really my time - it's God's. And it's not really my life - it's God's. If I remember that, the pride that so easily entangles me falls away pretty quickly. I can't believe that a God so big would choose a small person like me to do His work. How awesome is that?
I'll try my best to keep posting more often from now on. Please excuse my moment of weakness and humanity. I'd like to share with you more of what God is putting in my heart and doing in my life and the lives of others around me next time. I'll let you know how tomorrow goes! Ja ne! Matta ne!
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