I am sitting on an old couch in my classroom. There are
several people jamming on some instruments, writing book reports, or just
chatting. I am finally sitting down with the few minutes I have this morning to
process everything that has been going on!
The beginning of last week was extremely stressful for me. It
started out knowing that I had to write a song for this weekend. Yep, I had to
write a song. It was really hard, because almost everyone here plays piano and
there are only two keyboards on base. I struggled to find time where I could get
on the piano and get creative. I definitely felt (and still do) intimidated by
all the amazing musicians here. There are some incredible songwriters/performers
in this DTS and I was struggling to let go of my pride and just play what I had
wrote. It ended up that instead of playing on Thursday, I was in the half of
students that are playing today. I am so glad because I am a little more
prepared to perform. Still a little nervous but I will let you all know how it
goes!
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| Saturday, we went to Segundas. It is a whole bunch of second hand clothing shops with super good deals. Our group stopped for a popsicle break! |
This past Friday night, I
had the opportunity to go on a prayer walk in the red light district. The group
of us started out with prayer on the roof that God would direct and protect us.
Several students stayed behind to worship and intercede for us. The rest of us
split into three groups and headed out. We walked around the block as we felt
the Holy Spirit Lead. Walking past these bars and clubs with prostitutes
standing outside broke my heart. Some of the buildings were guarded with
security and had such a dark feeling about them. Several times my group
felt the need to stop and pray over a building. We would pray for healing, for
peace, that God would break down the walls, anything that He put on our heart. It
was such a different experience to pray with your eyes open looking at strip
club street taking in all of this sin. I felt like a soldier in the middle of a
battle field. We did this for a little under an hour before heading back to the
vans. While we were waiting for the last group we began to sing Our God is
Greater as a declaration over the city. On our drive back we continued to sing
praises over that area. All the teams
met again on the roof and told everyone what had happened within our groups.
The worst street dead ends onto a tourist street and the one team felt the need
to pray for a wall of angles to protect the innocent people walking past. The
second team said they we praying over a specific building when this pimp ran up
to them and started to yell. He began to curse and scream at them to leave. “You
need to go… NOW!!! You are not welcome here! Go away! What are you going to do…
start a church?” Over and over again the man ran around the circle yelling curses
yet he never physically touched the group. As they began to walk away, the man
followed. The team crossed a street and looked back. There stood this guy with a blank
expression on his face, mouth hanging open. Excitement washed over the group as
we realized that he had hit the wall of angles! God confirmed that evening that
in the future a church would be planted on that street. So many things happened
that I could fill a book with details. I hope that I have another opportunity
to go again.
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| Surfing is harder than it looks like! Try, try again. |
Yesterday, I tried surfing for the first time! I tried so
many times, but I could never stand up completely and wiped out more times than
I care to admit! I really want to try again so I can say that I’ve surfed in
Mexico. Right now, I have basically just floated on a surf board. Haha… oh well,
everything takes practice. :)
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