Today marks the 2 week anniversary of us being in Guatemala. When I try to think back on what all has happened I have a hard time remembering it all..
In two weeks God has brought 7 girls together and has forced them to be friends. We are all so close to each other and feel like we've known each other for centuries. We already have many inside jokes and continue to make more. It is absolutely amazing how we can share our struggles and triumphs and be there for each other through litteraly everything. For example, last Saturday I was having a hard day, and to make it worse, a house down the street started shooting off their guns. I was terrified.. So my whole team decided to get together and pray that the Lord would bring me peace, and it worked!
In two weeks, the Lord has made me fall deeply in love with this country and these people. Everything about Guatemala brings a smile to my face. I love how everyone at church comes up to us and greets us with a hug, smile and a kiss! Last night we went to Andrea's church ( a friend of the ministries) and we sang songs in English. Even though they didn't have a clue what we were singing, they still sat there with a huge smile on their face! When we sang the last song, "Mighty to Save" many of the them sang in Spanish. As we were singing the chorus, I got chills just thinking about what the Lord must've been hearing. Two totally groups of people, worshipping the same Almighty God in two different languages. One thing I've learned in these two weeks is that I don't have to know the language to worship my God, as long as I'm still praising Him in spanish, He gets all the glory!
Lastly, I have experienced spiritual warfare in the last two weeks more than I have in my entire life. As soon as we got here we all slowly got sick. We were weak, tired and desperate to feel better. We had to learn to be joyful and energized in every activity, even though all we wanted to do was sleep. Satan failed. Sometimes I feel discouraged because I can't communicate with the people. I hear little whispers of doubt, telling me "I have no purpose here," because I can't speak the language. But then I hear the voice of the Lord telling me if I wasn't meant to be here, then He would've made a way for me to be in America right now. Thus, Satan fails again. Last night we were on our way to Andrea's church when the van tire popped. We were afraid we were going to miss the service, so we huddled together and prayed that the Lord's will be done, and if we were supposed to be at church, the Lord would find a way! Well, the Lord prevailed, five minutes later Andrea showed up with her pastor in a large AIR CONDITIONED bus! After church our team got together and we recapped the day, during that time Elizabel said something that really stuck with me, she said "we must be doing something truly amazing if Satan is having to intervene this much." But even though Satan tries to stop what we're doing here, he never succeeds. And whenever we start to feel discouraged, all we have to do is remember that we know the end of the story… our God wins!
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