I have put off writing this for too long. It seems as
though there is too much for words. But I want you to know what God has done
and is doing. In August, I went to the Czech Republic for a short term mission
trip. I met my sister there, Esther who had been there since March. I was gone
for 28 days and Ess and I flew home one week before my wedding.
It is funny that the last blog entry I wrote was about
the Body of Christ; about other believers and the might of Love and a United
Front, because that is so much of what I met in the Czech Republic.
The bulk of my trip was spent with 90 teenagers at a
music camp where these incredibly talented kids – some believers, some not –
learned music and dance and drama. That’s the hook, get it? They were there learning
and being taught talent by amazingly talented people! But what we were really
doing was teaching them the Gospel. The teachers and leaders were believers,
sold out, for-real lovers of Jesus Christ. And the truth was spoken and LIVED.
In a culture that is essentially void of God, a remnant of the secular Soviet
sixty year occupation, these kids saw and heard the truth. The truth that there
is meaning to life, that they were created for a reason, that there is a God
who holds all things and who LOVES them. It was awesome!
I got to share one night, early on in my time with them
about my romance with God and my then fiancé, now husband, Mitch. I told about my
heartache and pain and God’s grace and rescue and care and tender affection.
And how He led me to the man that will love me for the rest of our lives. And I
saw the tears come down the faces of some of the girls and the eyes that would
hardly blink for fear of missing a detail, and I KNEW that the Holy Spirit was
speaking through me. And my vulnerability before them all opened the door to so
MANY relationships and conversations and opportunities to show how Jesus is
REAL and He is crazy about us and wants us so so soooo much.
And that was just a little bit of what He did! I was
blessed beyond measure! I got to work with and serve the most incredible body
of believers. Believers were there from all over – the UK, the USA, Czech
Republic, Ukraine, Estonia, Germany and of course, Canada. And let me tell you
about the power of a shared love of Jesus Christ! Wow, God spoke to me through
them, I learned from their teaching and I drew strength from cleaning up after
them, from doing their groceries, from making them coffee, from coordinating
their efforts, making the creative dream of someone who may not be so
coordinated into a reality. Because that is mostly what I did. I worked behind
the scenes, I came up after people, I was generally a quiet, unassuming presence
that made sure other people could shine. And I loved it! I got to talk and pray
with the people I worked beside, about who Jesus is and what they were
learning. I was encouraged with news of healing and the pursuit of the Holy
Spirit and of those whose hearts are for the mission field. Whose visions are
bigger than their bank accounts and abilities but who hope in the Lord. This God
who uses the weak to shame the strong and the small to slay the giant.
And I got to talk to Jesus. Each day there was somehow
time to go and be alone with Him. Our camp was actually in a building that
seemed like a school. It was old and looked “communist-built” but it was just
what we needed. It was built on the outside of a town, and that meant that I
could walk into the woods or climb up into the hills to a place where I could
see for miles and miles. And I heard His voice and knew His peace and His
strength. And secrets and hidden things were unlocked to me.
I went to the Wild Places. I went far away at a time
where it didn’t seem to fit – I was gone until a week before my wedding! But
God called me there. And He had me right where He wanted me. I gave myself over
to be used and the service I was called up for was incredible. And the JOY of
it! And the strength I was given to do what was being asked. So gently asked.
This morning I was reading my devotional, “Streams in the
Desert.” Read this book! It is so good. It quoted the words of an old hymn,
“Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me...”
It made me
think, is that really my song? Do I covet the presence of God so much that I would
ask for anything to bring me closer, even the greatest suffering? I know it is
the call of my Spirit. Of a Spirit that has been sealed for Him, for Glory. But
my heart is selfish and slow to heed the call; my body is adverse to the tasks
of putting my hand to the plow – getting up early enough to spend time with my
Savior when my bed is so warm. Oh, how much I need Him to give me the strength
to go to Him. Can I do anything good without Him? No. He is the Good. He is the
One. In Him I put my trust; I will not be put to shame. Let the hearts of those
who seek the Lord, rejoice!
Thank you so
much to all who supported me with your prayers and your giving. I had no idea
what was in store, and with that in mind, I face the future. We don’t know what
is coming – but it is big and beautiful and from the hand of a Father who loves
us and we can be SURE that whatever it is, it is good because it is meant to
make us like Jesus, that He may be the first born among many. That nothing can
separate us from the love of Christ, no condemnation, no charge, no act of men
or of angels or demons. And in that hope may we make our stand.
Praise to the
Lamb who is worth of all.
And Merry, Merry Christmas!!!




