She pulled open the broken screen door that clung onto its last little hinge and revealed a dimly lit room that housed a single cot on the far wall. My group of six squeezed into the tiny room. And there sitting on the cot was one of the most tragic sights we had yet to see.      Rewind. March 4, 2013 the first Monday of the month, my team had been told by our contact to be ready at 10am to start our week of door to door evangelism. A local church called Rey de Reyes asked to partner with us to reach the community.       ...

God called me on this trip knowing that I could speak Spanish decently, not fluently. While at the children’s hospital, I went into the little girl’s section first. I made friends with one little girl who had an overwhelming cast on her fragile leg. We didn’t have much conversation; we mostly played with her doll. Her face lit up as I began to play with her. The next little girl I went by was crying nonstop. I tried to talk to the woman who was with her, but she informed me that she was only there to keep her company because her family hadn’t visited her in a...

Hello Friends The last few days (actually 2 months) have been a time of reflection and revelation. Of surrendering and being filled up. And one thing that God has called me to lay down is my FOCUS. There are many times that I focus on me, from every day issues to spiritual things. I think about me and my struggles, what I have done wrong, what I need to change in the future, how I will reach certain goals, and how I will grow in my relationship with the Lord. But that is pride and therefore I am acting in sin.   But God is calling me to be the CLAY. Isaiah 64:8 says that “And...

There is something about a hot shower, a perfectly foamed latte, and the access to peanutbutter that has the tendency to make an already great day just that much better. Alyssa and I went for a walk through Antigua yesterday and we enjoyed the absence of cat calls and the very common sighting of  white, English speaking people. ( it being Holy Week brought a huge amount of Americans/ non Spanish speakers). We were aimlessly wandering and just popping into shops when they grabbed our attention. In the back of our minds, we were also on a mission to encounter some peanutbutter and...

      Left abandoned and alone in this BIG world, only looking for someone to consistently love them every day and not leave like everyone else. The feeling of just being wanted rings through their minds like a Grandfather clock every hour, constantly reminding them they no one wants them. This is only the beginning of what I can imagine these children feel that I see every Friday at the orphanage.       Setting this precious boy back in his crib and leaving him there, screaming and crying I couldn’t help but feel like I was everyone else in his life. He...

I'm learning the definition of living a life dead to this world. It stems from singing songs with old people, playing futbol with kids from the dump, playing with baby orphans, and sharing the gospel with random strangers. My life will be a life of God's faithfulness and so will yours. You need only give your heart, mind, soul, and strength to God; it's already His, so you are giving Him His just reward. I will share a quick story: Tonight on March 14th, God showed me so many things. I was created to be justified, sanctified, loved, saved, and to experience His presence full...

     It was a Sunday evening and I was giving a sermon. I knew God wanted me to speak something specific, He wanted to speak through me. The only problem was that I didn't know what He wanted to say. Throughout the day I had been conversing with God, He would give me bits and pieces, but none of it really made sense in my head. All I knew is that they were God's words.      God wanted to make sure I felt His presence all day in order to prepare me for this. It started at seven in the  morning when I had my own worship session, it was at that time...

Would it be a shock for you to hear that this trip keeps changing me?:) But on second thought, it is not the trip itself. But God is using his children and new experiences as tools to mold me into His image.   To be chiseled into His image has at times been very painful. I have to confront old fears, hurt, and past experiences. But God is faithful and He has proved that He is either holding me by my right arm or He is carrying me. The Lord is burning away my self so that His joy, freedom, and fruit can take root and grow.   Recently I have been challenged to live intentionally by...