His love.

Who wants to hear about my day/adventures with the family in Mazatlan cause we speak like 5 words of Spanish?

I have been living in Mazatlan, Mexico for the past 5 months of my life. YWAM has shown me what it is like to fall in love with Jesus again and again every single day. I have met incredible people, including somebody I love with all of my little heart. **Tip. If you fall in love in YWAM, it’s freaking awesome. Just wait on God’s timing. I would love to share our story with you if you want to meet for coffee, I have so many stories about God’s faithfulness and grace through this time. Back to YWAM and why it’s so great. Jesus meets you. In the mess, and in the tears. He meets you in the laughter and in the joy. He takes you deeper into his love and pours his sweet grace over you. You learn how to kick that stupid enemy who loves to whisper lies into your ears straight to the curb. How to take back your identity as a daughter. As a son. As a princess, as a prince. You learn that God is always talking. Just that sometimes we don’t take the time to listen. That we need to shut up and let him talk instead talking and talking and not let him get a single word in. God wrote me a letter, I wrote about this letter in a previous post. I pulled it out and read it out loud the other night and he reminded me of his constant love. That his timing is always perfect. So perfect.

Today, I took my family to a market. Being a family that looks very white, this was quite the experience. I speak the most Spanish, and thats about 10 words. I have been teaching my family how to say “gracias” correctly. That’s got to say a lot. People in the market jump on white people. Not literally, but if they see you eyeing a blanket or a shirt, they are in your face to sell it to you. I have learned that NO is a complete answer, but my family hesitates. Think sweet natured Canadian family meets crazy loud Mexicans. That just about sums it up. You all would have been so proud of me, I haggled all the prices down. As Tyler says, my stubborn streak shows through a bit.

We have also been to Stone Island and I took them shopping. If you know my Mom, you know that woman loves to shop. Loves to.

I ended off today with a sweet message from my boyfriend’s sister who I have yet to meet. You know that somebody is special when they go out of their way to send you a message about being happy that you are now in her brother’s life. Shout out to Jenny if you read this, you’re awesome.

Skype/facetime calls and early morning “good morning” texts are going to become part of my new normal. I never thought I would meet somebody in YWAM, but we serve a God who loves to surprise us. I want you all to meet Tyler, he has a heart of gold. Not literally, his heart pumps normally, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it really was. He brings so much joy into my life, like seriously who knew. I would love to share our story with you if you have 15 minutes to spare. It all started with a flower and a loud Mexican gal.

I fly home on Friday. Most of my friends are already home and it makes me miss home even more. It has been a huge blessing to have my family here, to be able to show them my home. Weird though in the same sense. I take them places and I get a little sad inside because I remember being there with my besties from YWAM. At the tables at Allergos, and tacos.

There are so many dreams blooming in my heart right now, words are just bursting from the depths within. That was kind of a deep sentence, but seriously. Something that I am learning is that Jesus gives us step one. When we are ready for step two, then he gives us step two, but not before we are ready.

Jesus gives life. He gives joy, and he pours out his peace. I am seeing a new side of him that makes me fall in love with him more and more every single day. He is good.

Published by

joy soaked words

follow me on my writing journey

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s