F A I T H F U L you are

by joy soaked words

Outreach is finished. Sitting in the cafe in the base, wearing a skirt because I am tired of feeling dirty and wearing the same clothes over and over. There was laughter. Sore throats and tears. People’s lives were touched by the love of the one who created them. We saw God move. It was simply incredible.

We started out our journey by taking a 12 hour bus ride to Mexico City. From there we flew to Santiago, Chile where we began our journey. In Santiago, we lived with a family whose parents did not believe in Christ. The church we worked there with was a huge example to our entire team. They were so focused in getting His name out there. We did a lot of bus evangelism there, you could ride the bus for free if you sang and worshiped. I lead worship on the bus with two other guys from my team, while the rest of the team talked to people. Heard their stories. Simply loved on them. People’s lives were touched by his love, some entered the bus not having a relationship with Jesus, and left having accepted him into their heart and eager to get to know him more. We left Santiago with joy in our hearts because both the parents accepted Christ.  I think the entire team cried, I know that I cried. I cried a lot over outreach whenever I heard about God’s faithfulness. When I heard stories about people accepting Christ. Hearing stories about God moving.

Talca was our next stop in this crazy God adventure that we were on. We worked alongside of a church and stayed in host families houses. I stayed in a house with 3 other girls from my outreach team with a grandma who wanted nothing else but to love on us. She was also extremely sassy and we enjoyed many moments laughing at her antics. Everywhere we went there were dogs, dogs who looked like they wanted to take a chomp out of you and dogs with nubs for tails. For the most part, they are always willing for a pet and sometimes even a selfie.

Constitution was a place filled with bucket showers and non flushing toilets, but way more joy then we could have imagined filled that place. The staff was weary, but still loved on us with everything they had. We worked in a place nearby called Santa Olga where wildfires ravished and burned everything in sight. We worked alongside people who had lost their homes and encouraged them and prayed for them. This place was a needed rest for me, there was no wifi and I had the chance to really dig into his word. I also finished reading through the entire bible, something that I had started at the beginning of DTS.

Pichilemu was a super cute surfing town, we stayed at the YWAM base there. We worked alongside the base directors, Mitch and Juliet. They were a couple who had so much vision for that place, you could almost see it in their eyes. We worked in the community center connected to the base called Pura Vida (Pure Life). The pool inside needed a lot of painting and construction done to it, so we were pretty busy doing that. We also ran an event called Super Sabado (Super Saturday) where kids from the neighborhood came and we did a lesson, a skit and played soccer and other games with them as well.  I fell in love with this place, the city as well as the base we were at.

Valparaiso was the most artsy city that I have ever been in, there was graffiti and street art on almost every wall and people painting all over the place. We spent only a couple of days here, but the days were sweet and very full. We did a lot of evangelizing here, and prayed over the city at the top of a hill. We met a dude at the top of the hill who was singing and playing a guitar. We quickly found out that he knew most of the psalms off by heart and could sing them for us. We prayed over him and God gave me a word for him. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he began to cry. I don’t understand a whole lot of Spanish, but that alone connected my heart to his.

Outreach was incredible. So many stories. So much laughter and a few tears here and there. I wouldn’t change outreach for anything, every encounter I hold dear to my heart. This is such a bit about outreach, I have so many stories to tell. I will be home June 3, if you want to grab coffee and hear about my time here I would be more then honored. Looking forward to seeing your smiling faces soon again.

Blessings + Hugs,

Nat

PS. I wrote a little poem thingy/I don’t know what you call it.

P U R P O S E

we are the salt of the earth, but why does the earth taste flavorless

we are the light on top of the hill, but why when I look all around do I see darkness

GO. Make disciples.

GO. Be the salt.

GO Be the light.

we are called to love, but why when I look around all I see is judgement

where is the grace, because all I see

are Jesus fish on cars and Bibles collecting dust

GO. Make disciples.

GO. Be the salt.

GO. Be the light.

we called to be like Jesus

to be his hands and feet

the man who walked the earth 2000 years ago

who was whipped and hung to die

with pierced hands and pierced feet

to heal in his name and love those who don’t deserve it

to be his hands and feet