The recent mission trip I went on was very healing for my heart. The Lord graced me with courage to go again after being told (in a condemning way) by some Christians that I shouldn’t go on mission again because I am too weak and emotionally unstable, (because I had a so called “breakdown” over a year ago). By the way, that “breakdown” had nothing to do with going on a mission trip but, rather, everything to do with taking my eyes of Jesus and “sinking” into a pit. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one I believe I learned well. Perhaps these few people were correct in their estimation – purely on human terms I am too weak and unstable (we all are), however, “….with God all things are possible”. God chooses the weak to shame the strong – AMEN! No one, certainly no Christian, should ever think of themselves as strong enough to do any service for the Lord without the Lord Himself providing the strength! That is a dangerous attitude – to go forth on any mission field in your own strength – such foolishness! Satan loves when we get prideful and step onto the mission field (wherever that is) without the amour of God on!
After a time of praise and worship and a teaching about the Lord, we set up the stations: food/water/clothing, medical/pharmacy and prayer. My assignment on this trip was on the prayer ministry team – laying hands on and praying over those who live in the dump. This is something I’m not really used to doing, especially in another culture where I don’t know much of the language. But I’m always willing for the Lord.
Below is part of an email I received this past week from my friend, Magda, who lives in
“I want to share something with you, that I believe it's the fruit of your service. The day that we were in the dump, you were in the Prayer Station, praying for the people. I remember you praying with love and compassion over the people of the dump.
One of the people that you prayed over came to me and told me that for a few months she was feeling very sad and depressed, she didn't want to work or do anything else, she did not want to live until you prayed over her, and she felt like a peace and tranquility came over her. She told me that thanks to the prayers she felt that God was giving her the strength to go on in life and that the pain that she had on her body was gone, she doesn't feel pain anymore. Praise be to God! Thank you Julie, because I'm sure you prayed with compassion over this lady and the people of the dump. Thank you for your hands, your mouth and your prayers that were tools for Jesus to reach His people.”
Thank you all Pilgrims who prayed for me!