Travail:Mission Trip Excerpt

February 12, 2009


(Reynosa, Mexico – June, 2007)

Amanda, Yvette, & Linda with girls

Amanda, Yvette, & Linda with girls

Our last morning, during ATL, God directed me to Covering Prayer. I asked why and Linda came to mind. David had just told us that the other group was not able to go that morning, so there would be another chance. Thus, Linda would be able to give her testimony to the girls at the detention center as she had really wanted to do, but not yet been told to do in ATL. I had a minute to share with her that God had told me to pray for her. I also offered some words of encouragement. This was actually one main thing God had me doing consistently on this mission trip. It happened about 15 times. I would find myself in a position to give just the words that a person needed in order to better accomplish what God needed them to do. It may not sound as glorious as bringing a new Soul to Christ as others did, but that is the purpose He had me fill so that others could more effectively do the tasks He had set for them.

On the way to our covering prayer room, I got an incredibly nauseous feeling in my stomach at the same time I was thinking about Linda. I thought I would be sick which was really bizarre for me since I typically have an iron stomach. Once I got into the prayer room I did say a prayer for her, but it was nowhere near the most powerful prayer that God had me say in there. So it seemed strange until I talked to Linda again that night. She said that her conversation with me had really eased her and everything had flowed smoothly for her when she was with the girl. She had felt really queasy at first, and then all of a sudden, this feeling left her and she was at perfect peace in sharing with these girls. She was surprised at just how serene she could be in this situation. Read the rest of this entry »

Pride: Mission Trip Excerpt

February 1, 2009

(TUESDAY, later that day – Reynosa, Mexico, 2006)

Detention Center

Detention Center

After lunch, when we again asked the Lord for His direction, the Spirit told me I would go to the Detention Center. The detention center was a sort of light weight, or juvenile hall. It was for young boys who were going astray, but were too young to put in the real jail. I wondered what I would be doing there. A couple of the people were making incredible connections there because they felt like their lives were similar to these boys and their testimony would really impact them. I did not feel that I had a similar background. I grew up with two parents and a sister who loved me, and really was given a silver platter in life. Holy Spirit answered me: “Play Soccer!” So I went to play soccer with the boys. I was surprised to find that these Mexican boys were not skilled soccer players. My skills, with 14 years of rust, were still better than any of theirs. This shocked me for a soccer-loving country. This is their number one sport.

After running madly the first 10 minutes of the game, I was overcome with exhaustion. I settled in on defense, running as little as possible, but I could not catch my breath. After a while I noticed that I was becoming dizzy and decided that it was best to sit. Ernie helped me to cool off and get some water and that was the end of my soccer playing. It was summertime in Mexico and I had spent the morning moving rocks on a hot roof, and the afternoon playing soccer in the hot sun. Apparently, I’m too old for this combination.

This seems like a great place to talk about pride, to talk about the deadliest and sneakiest sin. After the game, everyone got together and talked. It was important to play soccer with the boys in order to build friendship, but afterwards was the only opportunity to say something to really change the direction of these boy’s lives. And the rest of our team had just such conversations. Meanwhile, I was laying flat out on my backside trying to recover. Read the rest of this entry »