House Church and a Mission Team

The mission team from Georgia
P.C. Sarah Sever

Sunday, June 7

The teachers usually have their own house church in the loft of Greg's apartment and have thus named it Upper Room.  This week because of the mission team that just arrived in Huehue (14 people), the interns (5 people), the volunteers (4 people), AND the teachers (12 people), house church was moved to the school.  So we set up chairs in rows and had a more traditional church service!  Laura, a woman on the mission team from Georgia, spoke after an amazing worship set led by Greg, who has, as correctly described by Marcos, the voice of an angel.  Seriously.  

Laura spoke about being spiritually dry and relying on God through that time, even if you don't hear from Him because eventually you will.  She's one of those people you can tell is very in tune with the Holy Spirit, just by the way she talks about Him.  Afterward, all the women on the mission team broke up into groups of 2 to pray for everyone individually.  Super sweet! 

Anna and I ended up praying with Laura and another woman from the team.  I asked them to pray for trust, something I've struggled with for basically my whole life, but especially over the past year.  Let's talk about how God spoke through Laura...  She talked about how much God loves me and thinks that I'm beautiful.  She said God has a very specific plan for me, and it may not be what I think it is. Laura got a distinct image of a fishing hook and talked about how God is trying to reel me in, that He is always seeking after me, waiting for me to give in and let Him take over.  These are things I know in my heart, but my head doubts constantly.  Laura's reminder that I am not only needed, not even just wanted, but that I am a chosen child of Christ came at just the right time. Even now, rereading my journal, I know in that moment I didn't fully grasp the sincerity and truth spoken in those words.  

I am chosen. 

The Paccos

Later, I spent some time at the Fund, then Anna, Marcos, and I journeyed to the Paccos.  Basically, it's a Guatemalan version of a thrift store that also has food.  There are several people with piles of clothes on tables or truck beds or hanging from long rods.  SO. MANY. CLOTHES.  In order to find any "treasures," you have to seriously dig through the mounds of clothes.  Don't worry, after much digging, I found a nice gap t-shirt and the most amazing, African-looking pants.  Anna found a really great sweater that she ended up wearing a ton.  Marcos was so picky and kept talking about how excited he was to shop at Target and Old Navy in the states....  He left empty handed, no surprise..

Around 8pm, the teachers and mission team had a bon fire on the roof of the house (This was safe, I promise!).  We talked and continued to get to know each other, made s'mores, and prayed.  We did A LOT of praying!  We prayed for healing in the lives of the teachers, the children, and friends- each needing healing in a different way.  It was such a beautiful night.  I haven't been a part of something so obviously Spirit filled in a long time. Or maybe I haven't had my eyes open to see.  Either way, I soaked up every minute and stayed in that place as long as I could. 

Today was exhausting- in every form that it comes, but I feel full and ready to take on tomorrow.