Sunday March 18, 2007

On Sunday we had some morning devotion, some relaxation time and some major house cleaning time. In the evening we went to church. No body really wanted to go to church at night. There was a lot of opposition. We got everyone to get on the bus and we headed off. When we go to the hotel where the church usually meets we found out that they weren’t having church there that night because some other people had booked their room. There happened to an elder there, though, who told us that church was meeting in the pastors house instead. We called the pastor and asked him if he had room for 22 extra people. He told us that he did! We drove to his house and packed ourselves in there. A lot of people had to stand… the actually congregation didn’t even fit in the main room. We tried to offer them our seats, but they insisted that we sat in their seats. God really met a lot of the students at church that night. He did amazing things in so many people’s lives. It was no wonder that there was so much opposition.

During the service I was thinking about how I went the orphanage on the Thursday before. As soon as I got there I didn’t feel that that was the place that God was calling me to. It was strange because I thought that God called me to Belize to go to the orphanage and give out my beanie babies. At first I thought that maybe the orphanage just wasn’t what I thought it would be and that was my reason for thinking that I wasn’t called there. I asked God what was going on there. Why was I called? Why didn’t I feel like I should be at the orphanage? If I wasn’t supposed to bring my beanie babies there, then where was I supposed to bring them? Then God brought to mind the kids that we had saw at the dump. I think that God is telling me that I am supposed to bring them to the kids at the dumps and the kids who live in the shacks along the sides of the roads with their families.

That night I was also feeling rather discouraged with leading. I kept on thinking that I wasn’t strong enough and I wasn’t “spiritual” enough. I felt like God wasn’t talking to me the way that He was speaking to the other leaders. I talked to a few friends about it and they reaffirmed me that I could do this. Then in Church I really felt God was telling me that I am where God wants me to be. That reaffirmed me God was speaking to me and He was with me. Sometimes I don’t feel like God is speaking to me the same what that He is to the other leaders, but He IS speaking to me.