I haven’t posted in a while, because frankly, I haven’t thought about it and I’ve been up to other things. A lot has changed since my last post, written in December 2022! It’s both beautiful and marveling to think how much can change within a year.
How many eyes close on earth forever and open in Heaven, how many relationships gradually fade into long distance messages and how new relationships blossom and merge into people’s daily lives.
Life is a quandary. A question mark. An unknown.
We’re always breathing in the air of the present, yet we are constantly given choices of what to do with our future present moments.
With all these decisions to be made, here and now and also in the future, I’m finding silence helpful. When making decisions it’s helpful for me to sit in silence. Just to give myself a minute. A breather. A few seconds or minutes of staring at the wall, or better yet, staring at my eyelids. It does my heart good. My brain, too.
Silence. It hasn’t betrayed me.
I have found it to be a friend. A peaceful one. A peaceful friend who gives me space and grace and who seems to lengthen time, allowing my breathe to sink into my chest and free my soul, reminding me I’m breathing.
Silence. A gift I’ve found.
In Iowa, it’s been snowing, and the other day when I ventured outside during the cold, I heard silence.
It’s an interesting thing to hear silence, and even more intriguing is that sometimes we have to look for it to notice it. I don’t think it is a common occurrence, particularly within our minds.
The silence of the snow captured noise, and it was peaceful.
The snow held silence.
Now, to be completely honest, I’m not a huge fan of winter, and the colder months can be rough in more ways than one, but the silence the snow held was beautiful; and I appreciate this season for that.
Whether it’s winter or summer for you (depending on your location, if you’re in the northern or southern hemisphere), I hope you are finding beauty in something grounding in this season of life.
I’ve wanted to enjoy these last days in Hawaii in a way I haven’t otherwise.
I wanted to discover.
To discover, I need to be curious, embracing the quiet stillness of my soul while simultaneously wandering my eyes with childlike expectation that something great is about to happen.
That’s where these photos birthed their roots.
A land on which I am learning to explore, Hawaii gave me grounds to capture moments of itself, in photo form. Beauty, unseen places, stared at views, and also unnoticed or neglected areas are photographed here.
Halfway through my journey of discovering spaces, things, places, and moments within time, I realized I could use these photos for my own and for others’ inspiration.
A few weeks ago, during our school, we had a guest speaker invite us to find our own voice through the creative art of writing. Through writing prompts, be it poetry, a phrase, or a snippet of another author’s writings, we were spurred. Then, perhaps most importantly, we were given time.
Six minutes.
Eight minutes.
Ten minutes.
No matter how many small, straight etched lines the clock’s arm had crossed, I usually found myself wanting more. Time. A precious non-tangible, incredibly valuable, sometimes stolen, necessarily planned as much as necessarily unplanned, occasionally forgotten, likely not given enough.
The gift
Of time . . .
. . .
During these moments of receiving the gift of selfless time, we were given the hospitality of space to find our own voice, to listen to and cement ink to tree, and my soul rested, as I pray does yours.
These photos are meant to be prompts to inspire, to bring about a story, whether mine, yours, fictional or non, all are possibilities. There is no criticism, at least not from from me. I cannot promise freedom from self-criticism. That is a journey only you can create.
Here you can find gratitude for participating and creating, for creating is a brave act of acknowledging to yourself, to those above the Heavens, and to those underneath, that you are alive and capable.
The images are for you, they’re for me, they’re for bringing about awareness that these moments in time exist. Like my last post, I am glad I didn’t miss these.
Perhaps you want some written prompts?
For those who prefer words with images, you can look below. Each image name has a prompt attached to it, and you can give yourself time, whether it be five, ten, or more minutes. If you’d like to share, please do. If you’d rather not, please act justly and kindly toward your desire.
Perhaps you’d like to go on your own discovery and notice what is around you by taking your own photos? This would be lovely! If you do, and want to share, please let me know. I’m intrigued by what inspires others.
You can find the photos below, with their image names and prompts.
Acknowledged Interruptions
Walking barefoot in grass is as natural as suckling at the breast. Healthy for mind, body, spirit, and soul, attachment to the earth integrates my breath into air like a tree brings me oxygen. My feet are like letters, each step writing words that form lines on light blue inked college paper, until I meet something that stops me dead in my tracks, makes me move only vertically, as my face is drawn to the growth beneath what would’ve become my next step. Sometimes I change directions with my feet and in my writing, in order that I can hold true admiration for the natural beauty in front of me by noticing it and simply letting it be.
Land In Between
Sometimes the bigger perspective includes cold and hot winds, sky and sea, land and garden, trees and plants and weeds.
Two Clementines
A walk on a summer afternoon greeted me like a familiar friend. I saw an orange fruit, and then another, not far from it. On the ground, available, untouched, ready to be claimed. I don’t know from which tree it fell, but I knew to call it by it’s own name.
If Flowers Were Friends
If flowers were friends, would they all live together on the same branch? Would they display the same color? Would they enjoy their individual beauty and bring out the beauty of their nearby friends without deadened edges, frilled leaves, or discolored understandings?
What is Accenting What?
A beautiful, magenta plant, larger than a flower, smaller than a tree, pointed confidently to the sky, as if it had something to say. Covered by rocks on the ground, it was planted in front of a white bridged walkway, covering green hedge bushes, hiding a slate colored building.
Tree Talk
The trees and branches, each with their own tones, dialect, and accents, spoke…
Normal is
Normal is a pink flower I walk by every day… unless it everyday unseen. Is it then normal, common, unnoticed, walked by, or is it still… normal?
The Apothecary Next Door
Where friend meets foe, reconciled, the two dine together, inside. Tears and laughter coincide, integrating their relationship’s skipped over life beats. One, two, back on track, nothing missing, no more lack. Satisfaction, heart reunified, together closeness, connected friends confide. Where do you, a blind seer, pray with the passionate tension of an orphan and the confident pleasure of a bride?
Lonely Beauty
Is it easier to dance when no one is watching?
Hawaiian Lava Stones
Each lava formation a stepping stone in your life, what would be revealed in the unveiling of each individual rock? A story, a friend, a memory you do or you don’t want to remember again? A principle, a value, a life lesson learned, a regret you cry over and wish you hadn’t overturned? A laugh, a cry, a deeper noticing of something on the inside? A desire, a new light, a thought that inspires you to write?
The Hallway to Paradise
What does your hallway to paradise look like?
Who Will Enter?
Stairs lead to a locked up garbage can… who is scared of who? Does a heroic figure dare enter the realm of the two-wheeled bin? Does the garbage bin need saving, is there a demon within? Or is the wind too strong and mighty, uncovering all it’s dirty sin? To whom does this garbage bin belong, and is there another tin? I wonder if the wrestling match would be a loss or a win.
Glory Stairs … or The Stairs From Hell?
To a wise and aged 90 year old human, three months of climbing stairs is another walk in the park. From perspective of time and decades, I could sit in a rocking chair, move back and forth, and embark… on the grand adventure of climbing and bending my knees and legs once more. But since I am younger, I’ll take the latter and conclude, “my goodness, what for?”
Look Close
Something or someone lives here. Not inside, but underneath. I had to look closely to really see. These are what I discovered while on break, during snack time in one of our normal class days. It made me aware of the beauty of noticing, and I’m glad I didn’t miss these.
Face Value
These were spotted, seen as valuable, chosen, and picked up. If I found them on the road, heads up or heads down, I don’t remember. Good days and bad days exist for all, and I wonder if they were intentionally dropped, unknowingly left behind, or scattered for good, their owner not taking care to steward them for their purpose. I hold them at face value, so I brought them home. I don’t know the year they were born, who’s pockets they’ve worn a hole in, or what change they’ve been a part of. Perhaps some day, I’ll read more on their face. Faces up, I see dimples with value and moral, with justice and peace for all. Heads down, they tell me their nationality, yet I don’t know to whom they belong. If no one claims them, I will call them mine. Spirit of greed or adoption?
The month of September started a three month long journey where each week highlighted a theme taught by different speakers. Our young minds, like sponges, pondering quotes and passages and soaking up stories as if they were our own to learn from – this was part of the last three months of my life.
From week one, intimacy, where an intelligent producer along with his wooing, singer/songwriter wife, hosted His presence and ours, speaking to individual hearts, pouring out souls over cafeteria lunches, and encouraging true worship with bandanas covering our eyes, to encourage the heart of our spirit to see and worship Him honestly.
To week, two, three, and four, which now become somewhat of a blur as I step back to see this season as more of a whole, I remember the Lord doing a major work, taking out a tree trunk with wide roots of bitterness in a moment’s notice, when I, leaning on my own understanding, thought it was an arduous, grueling task, perhaps one that I’d drag around until eternity. My Deliverer is an Arborist; did I not know? The tree I didn’t want to eat from, He uprooted in seconds, thanks to an obedient vessel’s courage to share wisdom he’d gleaned from Hebrews 2, from being pruned, and from eating from the good tree.
Weeks five, six, and seven, the second half of the school, where the title of this post births it’s name. I’m full schedules or in empty calendars lives out, I never want to miss the beautiful every day, never mundane, normal. I’m glad I didn’t miss this stems from a moment which occurred during a five minute break, where I meandered out to a balcony overlooking the deep blue Pacific. Advancing beyond conversation and verbal outpouring, I found peace in the silence of being, looking, breathing alone, my eyes free to attend to my surroundings. The noticing, the awareness, the sense of embracing my own being as a human, I’m glad I did not miss this. What I saw in the noticing, breathing, and being, were wasp or bee nests. Which, I do not know, as I did not endeavor to explore the homes of such creatures. They are one I can love and appreciate from a distance, gaining from their resources, sweetness and intrigue, respecting the boundaries of their bodies and home. How I wish we humans understood more of this, respecting internal and external spaces. The land, the bees, the nests, the deep blue Pacific can teach me these things. I’m living on the earth, and though I may not be of it, except that my long ago ancestor’s body was made from the dust of the earth on which I walk, I can glean from it, in intelligence, in resources, and in beneficial fruitfulness. Seeing one nest, my eyes freely drawn to look as they pleased, I spotted another, feeling a victory, as if it were a holy treasure hunt, the prize none other than the joy of finding and discovering itself. Looking longer, I saw more. During these weeks, a speaker told us to see, we just need to keep our eyes open. In this moment, I kept my eyes open to see five, six, seven nests, and more counting. The beauty of discovery. The joy of finding. One of my favorite moments during school was finding these nest homes the Lord’s creatures made. I remember breathing slowly, with gratitude, thinking, I’m glad I didn’t miss that.
Weeks eight, nine, and ten are a whirlwind, and if I could, I’d do some of them again. Favorite speakers, favorite weeks, creating safe places, safe havens, and reminding us to find these spaces within. A holy cove of a human being, someone with whom I feel there is a covering, it’s not few and far between, but enough so that I can say it’s a rare and precious thing. Being known and called by name, it’s like a relative who sends a snail mail birthday card and it arrives exactly on the day. The timeliness of truth, the timeliness of friends who fit, like a puzzle piece, into your mind and heart, who just make sense in the exact spot of who and where they are. It’s a beautiful camaraderie in the making, a hope that the mysterious parts of you are what intrigues me to know you. The writing stories together, filling time with presence and friendship that overrides the sound of a ticking clock. We’re not just in the room to inform the unwritten pages of our thoughts with more. We’re cultivating a creation together, using time as a tool to rule us into greater. Greater intimacy. Greater creativity. Greater efficiency. Greater art. Greater use. Greater thoughts. Greater closeness. Greater a lot of things. Pastoral hearts, writings, creativity, the freedom to be, blocking out the filters that mask our personalities, letting thoughts flow seamlessly as we learn what they mean. Or we don’t. There’s no criticism. Somethings we are where we are, they are where they are, and there’s no shame in the noticing of being where we are. So here we are, naked and free, Adams and Eves, having noticed the cross, having taken our garbage to the dump, and being washed in the blood, knowing we’re now more than enough to co-create with the same one who made him from dust. Much more to create with than the dirt of the ground, songs rise from tensioned strings and covered tree trunks; and the Dust Gatherer smiles, as His breath in our lungs fills His Beloved’s lips to receive and reciprocate kisses of Heaven.
Weeks eleven and twelve, the most recent, one would think the most vivid. Perhaps, though often, what’s been written on my heart deeply, seems the most engrained, even if months or years ago the birthing occurred. Wrapping up a gift for Christmas feels good, as I anticipate the receiver’s reaction when they realize someone specifically thought of them and cares for their happiness. To be a friend, a relative, one who thinks of another and to give them a gift, is a joy. This is why, when I heard the Lord tell me this next thing I’ll be doing is important to Him, I became sober minded about the activity. It’s not something I take lightly, rather it’s something I look toward the face of God to mirror His resemblance. “This is important to Me”, He said. If that’s the case, then as a friend, as a partner, as a co-laborer, it’s important to me, too.
Before I go, the Good Lord, knowing our hearts, has given me time. The gift of time to read, to write, to process, to walk, to find not yet ripe oranges, and to find limes on campus. To wake up feeling fully rested, to enjoy silence, and to still hear the overflow abundance of people’s worship and joy. There are gifts in seasons, and these are some I have and am currently experiencing. I am glad I didn’t miss these.
Praying for the nations from the island of Hawaii (Kona).
Happy December 11th! It’s the last month of the year, and we’ve spent all of 2022 asking the Lord what nations to pray for each month! On the 11th of the month, as we’ve been praying for the nations from Malachi 1:11, what has risen in your hearts?
It is and has been time well spent for me, and I am glad I’ve established this healthy rhythm.
I can look back to reflect, and can see certain nations the Lord has highlighted for me each changing month, but I also recognize certain nations that were on repeat, that I feel the Lord highlighted over and over again.
I pray He opens your eyes to also see patterns and reflections of His thoughts, feelings, and statements over specific parts of the world. I pray you’ve felt a closeness to the Lord in partnering with Him in prayer and intercession over these lands. May this help grow our longing for Jesus to come back to the islands, to the mainlands, to the cities we live in and to bring His Kingdom to earth. May this help grow our longing to see His plan fulfilled in the earth. May this continue to grow our longing to see Jesus’ return!
Praying from Malachi 1:11
Today, this December 11, 2022, I am specifically praying for Cambodia, for Nepal, and for Thailand. Feel free to join me, and please let me know what nations you are praying for and what nations are on your heart.
Cambodia 🇰🇭
Lord, thank You for creating Cambodia. You are the Creator and Maker of this nation. You are creative in all Your ways. Would You raise up true worshipers and songwriters and creatives who worship in spirit and truth? Raise up Cambodians to love and honor you and to serve you in their home towns and in their nation. We ask that You would bless the Churches with Your presence and that You would give them a spirit of wisdom and revelation. We ask that they would know what seasons and times they are in, and that from Cambodia You would display honor, justice, and love for Your Kingdom. May Your Kingdom be honored above all else, in Cambodia. May Your Name, be known rightly and lived well, be honored and revered by all in Cambodia. May You gain all respect and honor from Your Beloved in Cambodia, Jesus. You are worthy. Amen.
Nepal 🇳🇵
God, thank You for Nepal. Creator of Nepal, writer and author of our destinies, finisher of our faith – You make all things possible. You say if we have faith the size of a mustard seed, the mountains can be moved. Amen and amen, Lord. Teach us how to pray with faith like Yours. Teach us to intercede. May we, who are going to Nepal, be encouraged and encourage the local believers there. May You teach us to pray and to be with You, sitting at the table, innocent and white, washed by Your blood, having a heart for justice, and sitting in the tension of being seated in heavenly places while our physical bodies are yet on the earth. May our faith grow to be like Yours. May the words of knowledge You’ve given us not be forgotten. May they land on good soil. Author and Finisher of our Faith, work with us to complete the good works and help us ensure to the end. Help us to finish well, full of joy, peace, and righteousness – full of hunger for Your Kingdom and full of satisfaction within Your presence. May we be filled and always hungry for more of You. May we be expectant for what You’re going to do. May we be filled with hope for the future and the good things You have planned for ya. May we have grace for the present. Thank You for Nepal, Lord. May we join in so try what You’ve already started in this beautiful land where You love to reside within the hearts and being of Your people. May You have more family, more sons and daughters, more living temples of righteousness, walking, living, having their being in this nation. May You receive praise from the mountains and worship from the valleys. May Your name be praise in all the earth. May a fragrance arise, pleasing to You. May the words of our mouths and the meditations of our hearts be pleasing to You, O Lord, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
Thailand 🇹🇭
Lord, God of Heaven and earth, Maker of skies and seas, the One who spoke the earth into being, the One who redeems all things – the One who sees, knows, intercedes, and is never discouraged. May You be praised. You are worthy of praise in Thailand. Abba, You are faithful. Let praise arise! Amen!
The other day I took a nap, and it was one of those times where I was asleep, but it didn’t feel like a deep sleep. Yet during this time, I had a dream, and the dream was telling and clear (not seeming as abstract as some other dreams I’ve experienced). I wanted to share it and write it down to one, remember it down the road, and secondly, to give more context and story to this season and to what’s happening as I’m carrying on here in SOW at YWAM before outreach.
It may also help to have some background context. I’m on an island in Hawaii, where black lava stones are found, because there are volcanoes nearby. This detail will give more understanding when reading the dream.
Day of the dream: November 12, 2022
Where: Ywam Kona, Hawaii
I was climbing up dark colored, brick stones (they looked like black, lava bricks) and put my foot over a 3 foot ledge where I couldn’t see the other side. I hoisted my body up to where my left leg was, and only then did I realize I was glad my left foot didn’t touch the ground on the other side. I looked down and saw a large and long, black and brown snake on the ground right where I would’ve put my foot. I almost put my foot down but didn’t, for fear of touching the snake. Others were with me, on the ground, standing to my right and by the snake. I reached down and grabbed behind the snake’s head, and it was moving and squirming, attempting to constrict to squish us, but we were spread out specially and it’s constricting was useless energy. Someone else grabbed the snake’s body and chopped the snake in half with a machete looking knife. I wanted to throw the snake to smash it’s head on the concrete to kill it; but it wouldn’t die like that – it’d just keep living even though it’d been cut in half and knocked in the head. The only way it’d die is if I smooshed it underneath my foot.
That’s when I woke up, and was no longer in dream mode. I got up to go to the bathroom, and on the bathroom stall wall, I read a handwritten note one of my roommates had written and posted a few days earlier. It read as follows:
Luke 10:19
I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.
The handwritten note on our bathroom stall
If nothing else, my attention was drawn by the timing of this, and I felt seen by the Lord. I’m also paying more attention to authority, and how I feel regarding situations where I feel like I’m scaling walls and treading on snakes.
Come to think of it, I was also made aware of the following verse and have been thinking more about this verse in the book of Psalms, as well.
Psalm 18:29
“For by You I can run through a troop, and by my God I can leap over a wall.”
May it be not only in my dreams, but in all realities that I believe I have authority to do these impossible things. Amen.
Today’s date peaks my interest, and makes me expectant that the Lord would do amazing things, even amazing things distributed all across the world.
After all, that is what He does every day.
As per the 11th of the month, we are praying from Malachi 1:11, for the Name of the Lord to be great among the nations.
We agree with You, Lord. May Your Name be great among the nations!
Nepal 🇳🇵
God, we ask that Your Name would be great in Nepal. Would You pour out Your Spirit there? Prepare a way for Your Word to run swiftly in Nepal in Jesus’ name.
Canada 🇨🇦
God, we ask for Your Name to be great in Canada, that You would get Your glory from the rising of the sun to it’s setting. Let offerings of worship and sacrifices of praise be offered in this place. We ask this in Jesus’ Name.
Mexico 🇲🇽
Lord, would You touch Mexico? Bring Your incense and Your offerings into the hearts of men in Mexico. We ask for the city streets to be full of worship for You, God. May true worship and offerings be presented to You in the houses, streets, cities, and in the governmental buildings of Mexico. We pray this in Jesus’ name.
Iraq 🇮🇶
God, we call out for Iraq and stand on behalf of this country, asking You to pour out Your Spirit and to make Your Name great in the nation. Would You look down with compassion, pour out Your Spirit, and rise up Your Church in Iraq? Lord, have Your eat in this nation. Build Your Church. Enjoy Your body in Iraq. We ask this in Jesus’ name.
Amen!
As always, I want to hear what nations are on your heart! For what nations is He leading you to pray? Drop a comment here, on IG, or on FB! Let’s collaborate and pray together! 🔥🔥🔥
I was emailing with a comrade recently, and they mentioned they’re interested to hear what insights I’m acquiring and picking up.
It was a thought provoking prompt, and I thought a blog post to process through this would be helpful, both for readers, and also for myself.
I’m currently on a campus of 1700+ people, and this is the largest quarter they’ve had here, which means people are everywhere and the place is densely populated with Jesus loving, prayerful people.
I suppose to some, this would seem great, particularly those who are extroverted and gain energy from being around people a lot.
It’s an interesting season for sure, as I have just started spiritual direction training, and was enjoying the practices of silence, solitude, and stillness. These practices that saints of old found helpful, wrote about, and practices to enhance their communication with God, their self awareness, and their capacity to love others better, have become helpful tools and pathways on which I can follow to gain better understanding of myself and people around me. I’ve heard it said that someone who is more aware is often able to better love (themselves, God, and others). This makes me want to be intentional in being aware and in loving well.
It’s just another way to remain in the first two commandments. I want this to be one of the main repeated themes in my life.
1. The Gospel
2. Loving God and loving others
If I stayed within those topics for the rest of my life, I believe it’d be transformative, not only for myself, but for the community and people around me.
Thus, these practices have become important and valued in my life, particularly within the last few years and months. Because of this, it feels like a strange paradox to be in the season where I am right now, bustling amidst large crowds of people in rather noisy spaces with very little solitude, silence, or stillness. It is something I need to very intentionally seek out.
This is my guess for others, as well, as some cultures are similar, in holding a schedule or a pace that highly values visible efficiency and productivity.
I very much enjoy visible efficiency and productivity, but often, I need space and time within my soul; and after a while, I see the outward result – but only after given time to be.
I’ve been thinking of this lately in regards to the hospitality of the Lord. The way He is a gentleman and knocks on the door, but doesn’t barge in or enter unless I open the door. The way He prepares a house for us in eternal places. The way He invites me into His Kingdom and has a spot for me at the table. The way He has us seated in Heavenly places, where we all have a seat.
He creates spaces and places for us to be, and the space we have within us – our souls and hearts – He wants to cultivate with us, but He doesn’t barge in, uninvited, nor does He interrupt us.
The hospitality of the Lord has gripped me. The feelings and thoughts of having a place within the home of God, having a physical place, having a seat at the table… He is hospitable. He is intentional in setting up spaces for us before we come.
Because of this, I’ve been thinking of the beauty of hospitality on earth, and how I want to engage in and embrace hospitality, both in giving and in receiving. It is a beautiful gift to be able to make people feel at home and at rest, whether that is a physical space prepared or whether it’s inward availability created through intentional work of having capacity for others to dwell in my presence.
I want to do both – have spaces physically and inwardly, in which people can rest and dwell. I
I don’t know what that looks like in this season, but it’s a starting point of reflection to verbalize and write down the thoughts.
The hospitality of God … a comforting reality within myself and in tangible space.
This is a starting point of highlighting what’s been on my mind regarding this. Your thoughts are welcome! 😊
Aloha! I’m currently writing from Kona, Hawaii, where we are one week away from the half way point of our lecture phase in the School of Worship at Youth With A Mission (University of the Nations).
Every week, we host a speaker who speaks on a specific topic regarding missions and worship. It’s really helpful to hear from people of different nations and cultures; because everyone brings a beautiful facet of God’s personality and character to light.
Week 1: Intro / vision / history / SOW storyline
The stories of simple obedience in saying yes to God was what captivated me during this week. Whether it was to start a school, to hand off the school to someone else, or to build a prayer room, people have said yes and obeyed the Lord; and there is now much fruit from humans simply agreeing with what God had on His heart in that time and season.
Week 2: Intimacy and vulnerability
The takeaway I received from this week was engaging with the Lord through using my physical body and deepening Neural pathways of connecting with God using this method.
Week 3: Songwriting
I was encouraged and felt validated to know I’m on the right lane of thinking when I write and write and write, even if it’s a song I don’t necessarily like or want to publish. Much of being a writer is writing. Much of being a songwriter is writing songs. It really can be that simple to begin.
Week 4: Identity and freedom
The Lord highlighted His steadiness, His authority over everything, and reminded me of the freedom He’s given me.
Week 5: Spiritual Warfare, Prayer, and Intercession
I am looking forward to this next week, as we have someone from IHOPKC coming to share with us about spiritual warfare and prayer and intercession. This is something I want to pursue more, especially in establishing communities of worship across the globe. For some, it may look like a house church or living room worship. For others, it may look like Wednesday night youth group. Perhaps for some, it’s a house of prayer being birthed in a community. Whatever it may look like, I want to help birth worship in communities who are hungry for more of God.
I don’t fully know what this looks like, but I’m praying for clarity and understanding on this in the future.
LOCATION ANNOUNCED!
I get to attend a special Oral Bible Translation Training a few of the days this week, because I am on the OBTF (Oral Bible Translation Facilitation) Team and we get to pioneer this first group in the Himalayas!
We’ll be supporting the team from mid December to mid March, and we’ll have a debrief at the end (which I’m very happy about, as it’s helpful and healthy to process everything together as a team!)
I wanted to update you, as I know you’ve been asking about outreach and where we’re going! If you have any specific prayers or verses that come to mind, please let me know. We’re praying together as a team and already feel the Lord is speaking to us about a few specific things.
I’m in the midst of raising the rest of the funds for outreach, and I need $2,000 by November 11th. I am praying for 8 more people to join my J Team! If you’d like to be a part, please message me or feel free to give online!
Thank you for thinking of me, for praying, and for reaching out to stay connected! It’s helpful to hear from you and to remain updated about what’s happening with you!
A photo of the flags here in Kona, Hawaii on the YWAM base
Praying from Malachi 1:11
Every 11th of the month in 2022, we are praying from Malachi 1:11, for the nations the Lord is putting on our hearts.
A few nations have surfaced recently as we’ve been praying and interceding for the nations. For me, nations including Brazil, Nepal, and South Africa have stuck out.
What about you? I’d love to hear the locations on the map that you feel the Lord highlighting. Reach out personally, comment, or hop on IG or FB to pray corporately. Feel free, as well, to read and agree below with the written prayers.
SOUTH AFRICA 🇿🇦
Abba, we ask for South Africa. We ask that You would raise up worshipers in the land who would write and sing a new song in their own languages, to You. We ask that You would get glory from every people group from this beautiful, rainbow nation. We ask for Your presence there and that You would restore the land, the people, and the nation.
BRAZIL 🇧🇷
Lord, we speak blessing over Brazil. Thank You that there is no striving. We ask for wisdom and revelation from the place of rest over Brazil, over the land, and over the people there. Amen.
NEPAL 🇳🇵
God, we ask for Nepal, that a holy fragrance would arise for You and from the Truth of Your presence in that place. May You be known as who You are there. Amen.
In His Presence 