Saturday, December 28, 2013

Merry Christmas from India


Well I got woken up by my roomie Grace with a shout out MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! As cute as it was, it was early and I didn't sleep well. I responded with a very quiet Merry Christmas. lol She seems like she was the kid at home waking everyone else up at 5 a.m. saying ITS CHRISTMAS, TIME TO OPEN PRESENTS!! Apparently I was right! lol

We started our morning as usual with 7 a.m. stretches on the roof. There is a rule during jumping jacks, that if you say the last number we have to start all over. For example: if we do 20 jumping jacks we would only say 19. Don't ask why I think its a Korean thing. When we started a week ago we began with 10 jumping jacks and have worked our way up. Today was 40. Due to the fact that Dan Kimm said 40 meant we did another 40. Starting the day off with stretching and 80 jumping jacks!! Amen 

We went to the local church and sang a few songs and performed a skit that we made of the birth of Jesus. Yeah...about that..maybe ill post the video one day for you all to witness the lack of talent we have. Either way it was hilarious and we had fun. The pastor really enjoyed it. The church was doing their Christmas celebration and we were lucky to be apart of it. They sang songs, had cake, and just enjoyed themselves. There was a time of prayer at the end, which is always good. What better way to celebrate the birth of Jesus then praying for people!!! It beats opening presents any day of the week. 

We spent the afternoon worshiping, reading the word, and just being family. I had a little bit of a melt down this morning. Not because I was going through anything but because a few people here are having a really hard time being away from home. When people I love are hurting and there is nothing I can do about it, it breaks my heart. All I can do is be there for them but it just doesn't seem like its enough. I just want to take their hurt away. 

Our afternoon got a little hijacked. We spent a bunch of time praying and interceding for our families, mainly our mothers. So mom you should have woken up feeling loved and at peace. We were hijacked to go to our neighbors here to pray and celebrate a first birthday. It was really random. Didn't really like the fact that we didn't have a choice but to go, no one spoke good English, and the house had shrines to different Gods. Good thing my God is greater than anything. We only stayed for 10 minutes. They were very welcoming and nice. Still it didn't sit right with me. When we got back to our house I knew it was because of my protective nature. How there wasn't much we could do and there was a photographer taking pictures. We had a great time of prayer afterwards that helped a lot. 

Our evening was spent at a near village. We had an outdoor event where we sang songs, performed our amazing Christmas play and one of the local evangelists did some magic tricks. The Gospel was preached and the purpose of Christmas was shared. We prayed for a bunch of people after the event was over. Two people were saved and one person was healed!!!! Amen 

I am so tired but it was truly the best way to spend Christmas. Hope you all had a great and blessed Christmas. 

Christmas eve in India


It doesn't feel like Christmas eve. It's mid 80s here and we have the day off. Because Akka is at home for a few days we can't really go anywhere.

I woke up this morning a little sad that we wouldn't really have a Christmas. 

After breakfast Daniel Minn asked us what the best present we have ever gotten was. For a while i couldn't answer. I love giving gifts. I start Christmas shopping in September because I like to take my time in finding the best gift for the people in my life. I really put effort into finding the perfect present that will touch the heart of the person I am giving it to. A few examples: One of my best friends and I have been friends since new years eve 1999. So we have always said our anniversary is new years eve. On new years 2009 we decided to buy 10th anniversary presents. Yes i know we are special, get passed it. I shopped around for awhile and found this beautiful necklace. She loved it. She said it replaced the one her ex boyfriend gave her. A few Christmases ago I bought my mom her first Coach purse. I still remember her face when she opened it. She was so shocked. She yelled out COACH!!!! I have the pictures to prove it. Two Christmases ago I bought my boyfriend at the time a jersey from the quarter back of his favorite football team, along with a few things I knew he loved. Along with the few scrapbooks I have made my Grandma that make her cry every time.

Receiving gifts isn't one of my love languages, however I do like getting them. I don't really feel like I have ever gotten a gift that felt like there was a lot of thought and effort put into it. *Disclaimer: my mom buys really good gifts but I am usually with her when she buys them for me so does that count?? Although usually her really good gifts are the I love you gifts now Christmas cause she can't wait to give them to us. lol Love you mommy. Anyways, God reminded me of Christmas two years ago. Theres a bit of a back story behind it. As many of you know, my dad past away two years ago. I was never close with his side of the family. Throughout the years i would only see them on Christmas eve. I couldn't tell you all of their names because i never knew them. My dad has seven siblings. I was only close with one of them. His sister Janice, her husband Grant, her son Jeff and his wife Mary Jane. They would come to all my birthdays, my graduation, and we have dinner dates all the time. Sh was the only one I really felt actually loves me on his side of the family. (That has changed over the past two years but thats for a different post) So on the first Christmas with out him she gave me a gift and on the card it said "From auntie Janice, uncle Grant, and your Daddy. It was a China set from Hong Kong. It means so much to me. Not because of what it is even though I love the gift, but because of the meaning behind it. After I shared that Daniel Minn shared about his relationship with his father. It wasn't always good. Before his dad passed away he told Daniel that if he could do life over, he would do family better.

I immediatly started crying. For those of you who don't know, I had a very rocky relationship with my dad. My parents were never married. He never really knew how to show that he loved me. really long story short, it got to the point where I stopped talking to him. After not answering his calls for a month (which was about three calls) he stopped calling. A few weeks later it was my birthday. Now even though I was mad and hurt I still wanted him to call. I'm like an M&M, hard on the outside, soft in the middle. Well he didn't call. Fathers day was a week and a half later. I didn't call him. Yes i could have handled it better, yes i could have not sank down to his level. I should have acted out of love, I know that now. Maybe one day I will share how God healed our relationship and changed my heart towards him, but until then you are just getting the brief overview. 

So on Fathers day he called my Grandma, my uncle and my mom to complain to all of them that I didn't call him. My moms response is one of the MANY reasons I love her so much. She flat out asked him "well did you call her on her birthday?". He said "no". Her response "Why would she call you when you didn't call her on her birthday? You need to be the adult and realize that your daughter is hurting. So what if she didn't answer a few phone calls. You keep calling until she picks up!" All he could say was "Oh". 

Fast forward a year and we haven't spoken at all. I was working one night and was at the emergency room with one of my clients. I received a phone call from a close family friend. He informed me that my dad was given 6 weeks to live. Now I had years of hurt and brokenness towards him. How do I deal with all of it and the fact that he will be passing away soon? Answer: You give it to God. After I got off work I called him. He is not in a god mood. I mean how would you feel if you were just given a month and a half to live. I was mad that he didn't call his only daughter and tell her himself. to sum it all up, God took control of the situation, healed my heart towards my dad, and changed my life forever. 

The one thing that still gets to me is that way I should have loved him. I am good at loving the people in my life. I love well. With that said, before I fully started living a Godly life. As great and passionate as I loved I also hated. If I didn't liek you, you knew it! My dad wasn't perfect, he was a broken human just like the rest of us. My one thing is that I deprived him of my love. I know that hurt him. God has shown me a lot about that. One day I will share it all with you. 

So what I though wasn't going to be a good Christmas eve has turned into a very good one. Merry Christmas from India. 

Making Straight my path


First off I want to apologize for my previous post. We had limited time fr internet and I had a lot I needed to get done. So I was extremely scatter brained and kind of just word vomited on the blog post. With that said its my blog and I do what I want! So don't judge. lol just kidding

Anyways...life in India is good. The people here are so welcoming (for the most part), its still a little surprising to see people popping a squat on the side of the road. I have gotten used to sleeping on the floor. However i am looking forward to a nice long massage and adjustment when I get home.

While in Kansas City and a lot since I have been in India God has really been speaking to me about the path that He has me on. While in Kansas City I got a few words from people. One of the leaders in the school had a word which said "I saw an old telephone operator station with a bunch of holes and plugs. He is plugging the cords of my life into the right holes. He is aligning the desires of your heart when you were a child into now". While praying one night He showed me a picture. I was walking down a dirt path, trees and bushes were growing on either side of the path. I asked God what it meant. He said "these are the seeds I am planting in your life this season." As I kept walking down the path I came to an exit. He said "I am redirecting your path". I asked Him if I am suppose to move to Kansas City, He said "yes" (saweeeeeeeet!!! Amen). As I went up the exit ramp I was immediately in a car. Jesus was in the back seat. As we exited on to what looked like a highway I asked Him what I am suppose to do in KC. All of a sudden a bright light shown. Everything in front of me was shinning. I couldnt see the steering wheel. He said "As long as I am with you, you dont need to know where the road leads."

For over ten years I have wanted to move to KC. It never worked out. Mainly because of my selfish decisions.  Around the same time God gave me a desire to open a home for young expecting mothers who had no where else to go. A house where they can finish high school, learn how to be a mom, learn how to run a household. Over the years I had forgotten about that dream. I tried to fin my own way and purpose in life. I started school for massage therapy and nursing. I worked in retail. I even became a manager at a few companies. Still something was missing.

While in India God has told me that He has made straight my path. He has made clear my destiny. All I have to do is walk through it. 

Proverbs 3:6 "In all your ways acknowledge him, and He will make straight your paths."
Amen

Making Straight my path


First off I want to apologize for my previous post. We had limited time fr internet and I had a lot I needed to get done. So I was extremely scatter brained and kind of just word vomited on the blog post. With that said its my blog and I do what I want! So don't judge. lol just kidding

Anyways...life in India is good. The people here are so welcoming (for the most part), its still a little surprising to see people popping a squat on the side of the road. I have gotten used to sleeping on the floor. However i am looking forward to a nice long massage and adjustment when I get home.

While in Kansas City and a lot since I have been in India God has really been speaking to me about the path that He has me on. While in Kansas City I got a few words from people. One of the leaders in the school had a word which said "I saw an old telephone operator station with a bunch of holes and plugs. He is plugging the cords of my life into the right holes. He is aligning the desires of your heart when you were a child into now". While praying one night He showed me a picture. I was walking down a dirt path, trees and bushes were growing on either side of the path. I asked God what it meant. He said "these are the seeds I am planting in your life this season." As I kept walking down the path I came to an exit. He said "I am redirecting your path". I asked Him if I am suppose to move to Kansas City, He said "yes" (saweeeeeeeet!!! Amen). As I went up the exit ramp I was immediately in a car. Jesus was in the back seat. As we exited on to what looked like a highway I asked Him what I am suppose to do in KC. All of a sudden a bright light shown. Everything in front of me was shinning. I couldnt see the steering wheel. He said "As long as I am with you, you dont need to know where the road leads."

For over ten years I have wanted to move to KC. It never worked out. Mainly because of my selfish decisions.  Around the same time God gave me a desire to open a home for young expecting mothers who had no where else to go. A house where they can finish high school, learn how to be a mom, learn how to run a household. Over the years I had forgotten about that dream. I tried to fin my own way and purpose in life. I started school for massage therapy and nursing. I worked in retail. I even became a manager at a few companies. Still something was missing.

While in India God has told me that He has made straight my path. He has made clear my destiny. All I have to do is walk through it. 

Proverbs 3:6 "In all your ways acknowledge him, and He will make straight your paths."
Amen

Randomness of India


I have been in India for two weeks now. Over that time a bunch of little things happened. So instead of writing a bunch of facebook statuses I am going to be completely random on here instead. So bare with me. Hope you enjoy.

Everyone warned me about the driving in India. To be honest its really not bad. I was expecting a lot worse. It doesn't seem like there are many rules on the road. If there are no body follows them. I was told before coming here that everyone honks their horns constantly. I was expecting it to be loud and obnoxious at all times. Its not that bad. There are so many dogs everywhere. Every once in a while there will be a few ox or cows on the road. The other day we drove past a dead dog in the middle of the road. It was cut in half from being run over. The other night while on the way to an event, we witnessed a dog running across the road a few cars ahead of us. he got past our side of the road just fine, but when he went to cross the other side of the street he ran right into a motorcycle. Knocked the motorcycle over. We drove passed as it happened and the dog was screaming and whining so loud i wanted to jump out and help him. It broke my heart. I almost cried. It looked like he broke his back or at least his back two legs. So of course I started praying for healing for the dog. Yes I believe God can heal animals. Don't judge me!

The food in India is amazing. Now I am not talking about restaurants, shops or any other places. We have the honor of having a cook in our home. She is actually the older sister of one of the leaders back in KC. She is such a wonderful mother/older sister. She makes such great curry. I told her she needs to teach me how to cook a few things so I can cook it back home. Some of my favorite meals are a potato curry, an egg curry, a squash breakfast, Indian style crapes mmmm....put a little (or a lot) of nutella on them and i could eat them all day!! So spoiled. Going to gain weight. Thank the Lord for exercise. My stomach really hasn't minded the food so much. For the first week I was going to the bathroom a lot but its all good now. I know you really wanted to know that. Don't deny it. 

The other night we were waiting for our driver to arrive to take us to an event. While waiting we did some star gazing. The stars here seem so much closer to us. Depending on the pollution we can see the stars pretty well. Its one of my absolute favorite things to do is look up at the stars. A cool summer night or winter night doesn't really matter. A blanket and the stars. One amazing time. My favorite place to look at the stars is at my parents house. Lay on their dock, looking at the stars, hearing the fish jump....awww heaven. 

Im sure this wont be the only random India post i will write. Just a forewarning. 

Friday, December 20, 2013

Life in India

We have been in India a little over a week. So far we have only spoken at the local church. We have had a lot of time to really settle into the local culture.
 
I have realized how little we can really live on. We have running water and a small fridge and electricity. As much as I miss my bed, my car, movies, and the normalcy of American living I realize how much I don't need it.
 
People here live on so little. They wake up early to start their day before it gets too hot out. Driving around in the local town really makes me want to buy a motorcycle. They are everywhere here. The driving isn't nearly as bad as everyone warned me it would be. I actually quite like it. Im still not used to seeing so many chicken, dogs and cows on the road.
 
Everyone here stops and stares at us. Sometimes its funny and sometimes its just creepy. The guys here stare and takes pictures. I have to remember to have a gracious heart because the protective side of me wants to yell and them and make them delete the photos they take of us girls. Deep breaths Tiffany...deep breaths.
 
I am getting really good at killing flies and mosquitos. It helps that they are huge.  I mean they must be on some sort of steroids or something. Its ridiculous.
 
I have so much time during the day to really seek hard after God. I have never been so hungry for the word. Its amazing. I wake up and read the word. I read in my quiet time. I read before bed. Aw if I could read the Bible in my sleep I would!!! Its so satisfying. God really speaks to me here. I absolutely love it. He is telling me a lot about his plans for my life. What its going to look like and what to do when I get back. 
 
Life here is good. I cant wait to really start getting into the ministry work. We are preaching to over 100 Hindus tonight so please pray for us. I am preaching at the local church on Sunday. Usually Id be nervous but im actually really excited. Thank God.
 
While we have been here I have really gotten to know the members on my team on a new level. I love my family here so much. The other night we had a time to really open up to one another. God had me open up which usually I don't let people in and allow myself to feel vulnerable. God asked me to and I listened. I felt so good afterwards. PTL.
 
It feels like summer here. It doesn't feel like Christmas is in a few days. I hope you all will have a very Merry Christmas. I don't know what we will be doing yet but I know we will be together. It will be a little hard being away from my friends and family for Christmas but God told me He is preparing my mom for not having all of her children there for the holidays. Its a tough lesson but He will provide grace.
 
Lots of love from India.   

Friday, December 13, 2013

India baby

We made it to India!!
 
 
Oh my dear Lord. What an experience already. So to start this off. Leaving Kansas City we did not have our passports. They were waiting to be shipped from Chicago. So two of our leaders drove over night to Chicago to get them from the BLS and meet us at the Chicago air port to give them to us. Our flights were all on the same itinerary and because we were flying out of the country one our second flight we needed to check in with our passports. Long story short and after a bunch of prayer, they figured out a way to make it work so that we did not have to have our passports till we checked in at the Chicago air port.
 
Our check in at Chicago went smoothly. We were able to sit and enjoy dinner together as a team before getting onto our 12 hour flight to Abu Dhabi. The flight was delayed two hours because the equipment to load water onto the plane was frozen. Which made our layover in Abu Dhabi quite hectic. We had to speed walk to our connecting flight. That flight was only 6 hours long to Hyderabad. Our layover in Hyderabad was about two hours. Then we were Finally on our way to Visakhapatnam.
 
We landed in Vizag at 8:30 am local time.  We had an Indian breakfast at the airport then headed to our new home. We are so spoiled. We have two houses right next to each other. By houses I mean you walk in the front door and enter the living room/dinning room. There is no furniture. We have a kitchen, a bathroom that has an American toilet and a shower head, two bed rooms. We sleep on the floor which hurts a bunch but its a small price to pay.
 
The food is great, we have our own cook and driver. We are so spoiled. Our team is amazing. Such a tightknit family. We spend hours a day worshiping, praying and reading the word. In public we have really tried to watch what we say. Like prayer time is pt, praise the Lord is ptl. Which for me makes me smile every time. PTL for the sake of PTL. Love double meaning phrases.
 
God is so good. I feel him so strongly here. My mind is so focused and He has made my path clear and straight. Cant wait to start our ministry time on Sunday morning. We are giving our testimonies and preaching. The Lord is good and I can not wait to see Him work in the people of India!! Thanks for your prayers. Until next time. Lots of love from India.  

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Selfish Christian?

Outreach
 
 
I have been a Christian all my life. I have talked to people about God, but they were people who already knew the Lord. Before coming to Kansas City I had never walked the streets and talked to people, I had never been inside a soup kitchen. I have never led anyone to the Lord. I grew up with a mother who would talk to everyone about God. By everyone I mean EVERYONE, waitresses, cashiers, random people shopping. When I was younger I was embarrassed by it, now I love that she was that kind of role model in my life.
 
Every Wednesday here at DTS we go to the Plaza, which is a part of Kansas City. A group of us goes to the soup kitchen, and the rest hit the streets to talk and pray with people. My first Wednesday going out I was apart of one of the groups that walked around talking and praying for people. I was with three other people. My partner and I went up to the first guy we saw and said that we were going around taking a survey about what people believe God to be. I didn't say anything at first. I let my partner do all the talking. I was nervous, but after a while I chimed in and ended up praying for the guy. After that we let the other two girls talk to someone. The final person I talked to by myself. I told her the exact same thing my partner did the first time, with the survey. She said she grew up catholic, but now doesn't believe in anything. She said that religion was for old people to help them get through loved ones dying. I asked her if she believed that the big bang was real. She said yes. So I asked her if she thought that the world and everything in it was an accident, if that meant she was an accident. She flat out said yes! I became speechless. I just wanted to hug her and tell her that God created her for a purpose and He loves her and has a plan for her life. My heart was broken. I was at a loss for words. All I could do is thank her for her time and tell her to have a good evening. I cried the entire way back to base.

The following week I was part of the group that went to the soup kitchen. We got there right after dinner was being served, so there was a bunch of people but they were all eating. Right after our group walked in the door a guy walked by and made a sexual comment about the girls in the group. Now I know how to handle that outside of Christ, but I am learning how to handle that inside of Christ. So I just looked at him and told him to have a great night. The staff told us that they needed help in the clothing closet. I jumped on the chance to be locked in the closet so I didn't have to talk to people and worry what they were going to say or do. So a few of us went to organize the clothes in the closet. I was struggling with my feelings towards the situation. I felt bad that I was locking myself away, not allowing God to work through me. After we helped in the closet, we went out to talk to people. By that time there was only a few people left. Everyone was cleaning up and getting ready to leave. So I decided to mop while praying over the place.

After we left the soup kitchen we walked to our bus. We were the first group back, so we decided to pray as a group. Like a good Christian I prayed for everyone in the soup kitchen, and the staff working it. I felt like a worthless human being at this point. My group prayed over me, and broke off things that were hindering me from sharing my faith with people.

A group from Minnesota came last weekend to do a 24 hour, 3 day evangelism  event. I was not looking forward to it. It took up my weekend, and they were making me do something I wasn't really that comfortable with. I was insecure about talking to people is what it all boiled down to. There were 10 sessions. Everyone had to do the first one and the last one. We also had to choose one to do in between. A few of us chose to do the 9pm-3am session. Which meant we would be going to the bar strip and talking to drunk people. Perfect! I love drunk people. So we met for our debrief to figure out our groups and pray. After that we went to the prayer room for 2 hours to get fueled up and ready to go out. We got to the bar strip called Power and Light District. Basically its a couple of streets that are just full of bars. We arrived at the Power and Light District around 12:30am. I teamed up with one of my roommates and a guy from IHOP. The guy from IHOP was what we would call socially awkward. He told us how God told him move down to Kansas city from Minnesota. It was an interesting story as a believer of signs and wonders. Not a great story to use to try and reach the unsaved drunk people walking on the streets of Kansas city. After about and hour of him scaring people off my roommate and I stepped up and starting talking to people and praying for them. In a way I am grateful for his awkwardness because if it wasn't for his inability to relate to people I wouldn't have stepped up. We ended up talking to a few people.

All in all it was a good experience. I challenge you all go to your local soup kitchen, or hook up with a evangelism group and get out of your comfort zone. Its not about how well you qualify or how well you know the Bible. God isn't looking for more pastors He is just looking for a people group who will just say "yes'.

"Here I am God, send me"

Monday, November 11, 2013

Extreme Encounters

Extreme Encounters
 
On the third weekend of our DTS (Discipleship Training School) we took place in what they call "extreme encounters weekend". Which is basically supposed to prepare us for outreach and bring up any issues we may have in our own hearts.

We had a list of things we could bring and things we could not bring. Anything that wasn't on the list we were not allowed to bring. The list included: one pair of pants, one shirt, one sweatshirt, two pairs of socks, one pair of shoes, one pair of shorts, a toothbrush, a sleeping bag, one hair tie, one pen, one notebook, a bible and a water bottle. Notice that there wasn't toothpaste, deodorant, toilet paper, makeup or anything else on the list. We had to be ready by 6:45 a.m. We met and immediately started walking outside towards our camping location. We met up with some IHOP people at the edge of our base. We warmed up by doing jumping jacks and lunges. We started walking to our "camp site" which was in the backyard of one the buildings on our base. We ate breakfast which was hard boiled eggs and peanut butter bread. We split into girls and guys and had to set up our tents. By tents I mean tarps, sticks and ropes. It was very interesting trying to set this all up with a bunch of females. 'Too many cooks' kind of thing. After 45 minutes we put together a very interesting sleeping arrangement. Our bathroom was a bucket with a garbage bag in it. The bucket was inside a really small tent for a little bit of privacy. We had one roll of toilet paper to last a group of almost 18 girls an entire weekend.....
 
 After our tents were made, we split up into our groups for the weekend. We were given a garbage bag full of our groups food for the weekend. We were told to plan our meals for the weekend out of the food that was in the bag. The items in the bag included rice, canned chicken, chili, saltine crackers, pepperoni, trail mix, carrots, celery, a few small containers of jiffy peanut butter, cereal, dry milk, sardines, and can of what was labeled as dog food, but turned out to be beef and potatoes. There also was a small bag of baking soda to brush our teeth with. Each member of the group had to eat everything that was in the bag. So no getting out of eating sardines, unfortunately.  We ended up making appetizers out of it. We put the sardines on the crackers and topped them off with the pepperoni. It ate as fast as I could and didn't try to keep it in my mouth that long. I may be a little high maintenance. Although I will try every form of food once. That's how I found out I like crab legs, sushi and shrimp. You never know what you will or will not like until you try it.
 
After our meal planning we had a few team building activities. Our group started in the section where one of our leaders was pretending to be a chief from a remote village that has never heard of God or Jesus. We had to try and preach the gospel to him. After explaining the creation, the death and resurrection of Jesus, His love for us and his eventual return the "chief" offered us food from his land. He opened the container and here are a bunch of shells with snails in them. At first site I thought they were alive. I freaked out just a little. I didn't want to offend the foreign chief, so I took it. We pulled it out of the shell. It was squishy. Out of the 6 people in our group, only 4 really ate it. One person spit it out, one person threw it in the woods. I swallowed it whole. I wasn't going to give it a chance to hit my taste buds. I downed a bunch of water after that. 
 
We had 4 group activities after that, and I knew I could handle anything after eating a snail. The other activities consisted of  trying to crawl through a big spider web with out any part of our bodies hitting the rope, getting through a maze, getting a golden egg (like Indiana Jones), and a plane food drop team effort. We set the record for the plane search and rescue. Go us!!!!
 
After our team building activities we took some alone time and wrote in our journal and read the Bible. We had some team building activities/games as an entire group. That was a blast. After all our activities we started to prepare dinner. We chose to do rice, chicken, one can of chili and some of the veggies. It was okay for camp food.
 
After dinner we gathered around the campfire and sang worship songs and prayed. We played a game that was kind of like Pictionary, but instead of drawing we made the item, name or situation out of clay. That was difficult. We ended up winning. Don't ask me how that happened because none of us really made anything good out of clay. We just knew each other enough to try and figure out what they were trying to make. Our prize was Oreos. Whhaaaaaaaat.
 
 
When our form of Pictionary was done we did a search and rescue mission. It was a lot of fun. we split into groups to try and locate a few kids that were being held captive by some of our leaders. We had a half hour to find them and bring them back to camp safely. It was fun, but annoying at the same time. we had about 26 people in the big group. Some of them didn't know how to work as a team. We did find the children and bring them back to camp. We went to bed around 11pm. I was so tired and it was getting cold. I believe the temp was about 38 degrees.  I am used to cold, but sleeping in 38 degree weather with nothing but a sleeping bag is a little too intense for this girl. Finally I was in my sleeping bag attempting to get comfortable. Then the whistle blew. We had to get up. They were trying to show us that on outreach we wont be getting much sleep and the sleep we will get will be broken up. So we sang some more random songs. We went back to bed shorty thereafter. Another 15 minutes went by and the whistle blew again! UGH I like my sleep. We stayed up for another 20 minutes. We went back to bed for the final time. I got a really bad nights sleep. I woke up a bunch of times, couldn't get comfortable, couldn't get warm, I was using my extra clothes as a pillow. People were snoring, I was getting kicked by people who were sleeping next to me. It was not a fun night to say the least. 
 
The following morning we woke up at 7am. Made breakfast, and prayed. Brushed our teeth with the baking soda. There were a few more team building activities. These ones were my favorite. We started off by shooting a bow and arrow. OMG love love love this. I totally felt like Katiss Everdeen from The Hunger Games. I missed a few times but got one on the board. One of my team mates got all three arrows on the board. She's amazing. Next up was knife throwing!!!!! I'm not talking about kitchen knives here people. I'm talking crocodile Dundee type knives. "Now that's a knife". After getting my feel for it I did get a knife on the board. I was like a little kid on Christmas. I could do that all day long. Then there was ax throwing. Yep you heard me right. We were throwing axes!! Oh yeah buddy. I was so excited when my ex hit that board and stayed on it. Yep I loved it!! It made me want to go to the shooting range right then and there. Awww good times. After we were done with the activities we gathered for a short teaching by one of our amazing leaders. We started tearing down our tent, and packing things up.
 
We did one last team building activity before we were done. We all had to stand on two small things of wood and walk as a team. One of our team members that was having issues all weekend had a really hard time with working as a team, but other then that it was actually really fun. Then finally we were done!!! We walked back to our building, some of us ran. A hot shower, and my bunk bed never felt so good. I was so thankful for my pillow.
 
All in all it was a great weekend. God didn't really bring up anything new that I wasn't already aware of. He is good at using other people to expose the crap in your life. God is so good.
 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Friday, November 8, 2013

Holy Ghost Hijacked

                                   Holy Ghost Hijacked

    Hello everyone, welcome to my blog. I have never done something like this, so bare with me.
 
Well, to start out I am guessing you are all wondering why I chose to name my blog "Holy Ghost Hijacked". This may take some time to explain. It all started ten years ago, but for your sake it starts way before that. I have been a Christian all my life. I have known God and loved him ever since I can remember. Ten years ago my mom brought me down to Kansas City for a women's conference that the International House Of Prayer (IHOP). That's when I heard about a summer teen internship they were hosting. I went later that year and I instantly knew I wanted to move down here. My best friend and I agreed we wanted to do a longer internship after we graduated from high school. When the time came to apply for the internship my best friend got accepted right away. I however was dating a guy at the time. The internship was six months long. I asked him what he thought about me going down. His exact words were "if you go down to Kansas City we wont be dating any more, I don't do long distance". Me being the stupid 18 year old that I was, stayed back in Minnesota to be with him. Needless to say that relationship did NOT turn out that great.
 
After we broke up I started living a very selfish life style. I drank, slept around and pretty much only allowed God into my life when I needed something. I had two different groups of friends. One that I went to the bars with and knew me for a girl who loved to have fun and drink. Then the other group of friends knew my belief in God. The two groups of friends never interacted with each other. I didn't want my party friends to think I was a "bible thumper", and I didn't want my church friends to think I was this party animal who didn't have her life together. I only had a few people who knew both sides of my life. I could trust them with everything.
 
I lived like that for a few years. When I turned 23 I was working in Grafton Wisconsin for three months. I had met a guy out there and ended up dating him for 3 1/2 years. We had a lot of ups and downs. More downs then anything, but I'm not the kind of person that quits. When I commit to something I am determined to see it through. Which isn't always a good thing. In the middle of all this my Dad was given 6 weeks to live. We didn't have the best relationship. Growing up I remember lots of good times with him, but as soon as I hit teen years things changed. We weren't on speaking terms at the time I found out about his diagnosis. I had been meaning to talk to him about everything I felt but didn't know how. Now I had no choice, but how do you tell a dying man you feel like he wasn't a good father for more than half your life?? I prayed and prayed hard. I gave God full control over the situation with my dad and He ran with it. Not only did He restore things with my dad before he passed away, but He changed me forever. He started working on my heart in that moment. My boyfriend at the time and I were still together. We were doing great, until one night we sat down and had a hard talk. I was living in Minnesota and he was living in Wisconsin. The plan was for him to move to Minnesota to be with me as I didn't want to move out of Minnesota. We ended up talking about it and he told me that he didn't want to move. I told him I didn't want to resent him for taking me away from my family when I wasn't ready. Long story short we decided to break up. It wasn't easy but God gave me complete peace about it.
 
After that I sat and asked God "okay....now what??". I felt like he was telling me to go back to school so I started a semester of college with a major in nursing. Meanwhile my mom (God bless her) kept bringing up the fact that I have always wanted to go to Kansas City and that now is the perfect time. I was thinking to myself "No, I'm too old, that dream died a long time ago." It took an email from my first pastors wife to spark my interest in coming down. That same pastor - Mark Anderson - is now the director of YWAM KC. I had always wanted to do an internship through IHOP but I had never thought of doing anything with YWAM. I'm not a missionary. Or so I thought. I asked her what the difference is between the internships. Basically YWAM trains you how to be a missionary and then sends you out on an outreach. I liked the fact that I would get to leave the country. So I prayed and asked God for a sign. Without getting into too much detail for one blog God provided the money to come down in the most random ways. I am so happy He did, because I know for the first time in my life that I am exactly where I belong.
 
So the name "Holy Ghost Hijacked" comes from the fact that God pretty much took over my life because CLEARLY He knew better then I did.
 
Thanks for those of you who are reading this. Hope you enjoyed the first of many blogs.