Church on Sunday.

One of my favorite things to do here now is take a Moto bike to places. I've always wanted to but have been too scared to do it. So finally I tried it, and for the first time I ripped my skirt. Then I had some of the African girls that we traveling with us sow it up. The second time the man spoke some English and said "I love this so very much" I couldn't help but laugh the whole way there.

Sunday we went to our first church service since being here. We decided to go to a women named Simonia, her church. So we left here at 8am. Took a Moto to a bus station. From there we took a bus to another city ( well we thought we were there and got off. We actually got off too soon) so we got back on a bus and kept going. From that bus station we took another bus to our destination. Which then took us about 3 miles to talk to the church. Lets just say it took over 2 hours traveling. But I loved every adventure that happened. Every hand we shook. Every person that tried to speak English and talk to me. You could see the joy in there faces from a mile away. You could only imagine sitting next to them. And in Africa, we all decided to squish together.

When arriving at church everyone greeted us. Being the only two "Muzungos" in the church, we sat on stage. They danced and sang, we clapped. Later finding out if you say "watermelon" it looks like your singing along lol. In African churches they have more than one pastor. There was about 3 that day that spoke. They asked us to say a word.

The first thing that came to my mind was Exodus 14:13-14 "Moses answered the people," Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance The lord will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still." This passage was very powerful for me when I read it for the first time. I was going through a stressful time and it encouraged me. The Lord is fighting for us. To stand strong and keep your faith! That The Lord is near, even when we don't feel him. He is always there. All we need to do is keep going, keep praying, and He will continue to bless us and answer the promises he has promised. All we need to do is believe!

On the ride back home I was thinking to myself. Do I have that faith in my life at this moment? Being so far from home and being home sick, do I still find my strength in The Lord? I began to renew my mind, my strength, and thoughts as being on the bus. I am thankful for what God has called me to do here. For the strength he has given me to fulfill this calling. To be honest the only way I am able to stay is through him. Now I realize why every time I tried to come back to Africa this past year has failed. Because in my spiritual walk with God, I was not ready. This mission has already stretched me in ways that I never knew were possible. And I have only been here one week.
Thank you Jesus for this opportunity.