Blown away by HIM.

Good does not even begin to describe God. We can sing over and over that he is a good good father, but that does not even begin to describe how good God is. How faithful he is. How loving he is. How beautiful he is. We as human beings can not even begin to understand how good he is. We do not have words to describe how beyond awesome he is. To me, that is simply beautiful, that we can not put God in a box of words that describe him, because he is so much more then that.

It has been a crazy two weeks. Insane two weeks. Jesus filled two weeks. Praise filled two weeks. Prayer filled two weeks. People filled two weeks.

The past two weeks (in case you are wondering) were Carnaval, the 3rd biggest Mardi Gras party in the world. There was a lot of people. (I am not kidding about the amount of people) As a YWAM base, we split into groups, Women’s ministry, Inside and outside Evangelism, Cafe, Art and Children’s to name a few. I joined woman’s ministry, and I am so glad that I did. We had meetings and prayed about what we were meant to do. The first night, we fueled up on caffeine and Jesus and headed out. Our leader had asked us to stay outside the gates, but she also told us that if God was telling us to do something, it was okay to break the rules for God. So in the case, we headed in. We poured out God’s love on people who had never felt it before, we prayed for people. We shared our stories and heard theirs. We didn’t get to bed till 2 am, and I had so much energy. A week ago, you couldn’t have asked me to evangelize, I always froze because of fear. God is faithful right? He set me free. The second night, we brought mirrors and posters that read (In spanish) want to see something incredible? We covered up the mirrors with the posters, and when people said yes, we uncovered the mirrors and they realized that they were staring at themselves. We then began to ask them about Jesus, and tell them that he died on the cross for them. That he thinks of them as simply incredible. The next night, we all went back in. The worship team had a chance to play on one of the biggest stages inside Carnaval. What a crazy experience. We created a tunnel, and as people ran though we prayed for them. We reached out to people. There was an alter call and people accepted Christ. People were drawn to the area because of the music, and we were able to pray for them. The next night, we felt as a team that we were meant to give roses to women, prostitutes especially. We headed to a place where we had heard that there was prostitutes. Guess what? No prostitutes. In YWAM, we are flexible right? We prayed and decided to head to Plaza Machado, an square with a stage and lots of restaurants. I grabbed a translator and headed into the mass of people. I gave roses to people and told them how beautiful they were. How beautiful God thought they were, because he created them in his image. The last day there is a parade. We created signs that said “ask me what I am free from.” We walked down the street and asked people if we could pray for them. There was a young mom who we stopped to talk to, and there was two other young couples who leaned in to listen to what we had to say. One of the girls on my team shared her testimony of being set free from depression. She began to talk to the young mom, and the other girls and I began to talk to the other couples. We asked them if they wanted to accept Christ, to have eternal life. To have freedom. The boy from the first couple said yes, and the other couple said yes. PRAISE GOD. We prayed with them, and lead them to accept Christ. We walked away from Carnaval with fire in our hearts and praise on our lips. It was simply incredible. We start classes again on Monday, and we have had these past couple days off. I have spent them drinking lattes and eating cake. It has been so good, but I am ready to get back to routine. These two weeks have given me a little taste of what outreach will be like, and I can hardly wait. Bring it on Jesus.

Blessings + Hugs,


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