I'm so excited. I cannot see straight. Next Saturday I will be leaving my life behind for a week to do mission work in Haiti. I am counting down the days until I will set foot on the grounds where I know Christ will work in immaculate ways. I've never been on a mission trip before. This is new to me- but I couldn't be more excited-maybe thats why I am so excited. I think everyone has hopes for something that will occur in the future, but this trip means more to me than just something I am "hopeful for". I am eager, I am yearning, I am believing for Jesus's presence on this journey. I have no doubt that I will be impacted in a tremendous way. Most importantly, I have no doubt that people-lost people-will find refuge in Jesus's name. As the day draws near for me to pack my bags, printout my flight ticket, make sure everything is in place: I cannot help but think that there will be a divine reason that I am walking on that plane. There is a divine reasoning behind everything Christ has planned for us, for you. My vision for this trip: I want to escape. Escape this world full of material goods-like we live in some kind of hierarchy. I want to escape the social status- like upholding a certain status is the most important thing in the world. I want to escape the false expectations that have been laid at our feet since childhood-the way society tells us to walk, breathe, speak. I want to breathe in a dose of reality. I want something real- rather than sitting on my phone, texting non stop, or having small talk conversations..I could go on and on about things in my life that I know aren't real, but that is not what I want to spend time typing about. I want to live in the shoes of those who are just as worthy of our Father's love as I am. Those living in the slums, those living with no mother to rock them asleep, those who have never had the comfort of a healing Father in their life. I want to be put in their shoes and see a good dose of reality. I want to tell them there is a Father who is so lovely, so grand, so mighty. That He is a King worth fighting for, worth reaching for, even when the journey to him seems so far away-so endless. I want them to know it is worth it, our Father is worth the fight. 1:17 am. My eyes are sleepy and gosh I could type forever. I honestly could keep saying my vision, but it boils down to this: Revival. I am praying that there will be a revival of the broken hearts, the hurting souls, the lost and wandering. I am praying that there will be joy in the faces of the once weary. Smiles on the mouth's of the once frowning. Bright eyes coming from the many past tearful nights. I pray for revival. Haiti needs revival. Our state needs revival. We all need a little bit of a revival. So as I end, I would like to ask that this trip would be in your prayers, not just for me, more so for the lives that are to be touched by our gracious Father. May there be revival: here. there. everywhere. love, gcg
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