Those moments that rip your heart apart when you least
expect it are the ones that change your course forever. I never imagined a
three-day faith journey in Mexico would impact me this way.
Dropped off in Rosarito, Mexico with four others, no plans,
few objectives, little money and no place to stay. We set out on a quest to see
what would happen if we trusted the Lord completely. Faith is not always what
you expect it to be, I think that may be the point of faith. From the moment we
stepped out of the YWAM van at the bus stop until the moment our leaders pulled
up to the curb at Wal-Mart three days later as we sipped our last Mexican cokes
God showed up and answered our faith in surprising ways.
Once again my story begins with an obscure story of a
squirrel. Several days before we set out on this excursion I was asking the
Lord what I should write about and I felt as if He was leading me to write
about the time I got bit by a squirrel in Canada, the squirrels name was
Esteban, this will be significant. Moments after this conversation with the
Lord a man came to talk to us about faith journeys before we embarked on ours
completely directionless. He told many stories, but ended with a story of him
and his friend showing up in San Francisco with no money, no food and no place
to stay. As they arrive a man walks up to them, which hadn’t happened much in
their sixth month faith journey and offers them all three things food, housing
and essentials. Turns out the man’s friend, who is a pastor for the homeless
community there had a dream the night before that two squirrels had come to
help him. Basically these two guys were the squirrels God had told him about. I
chuckled at the fact that the Lord was talking to me about Squirrels.
It didn’t seem too significant until Mariah, Payton,
Meaghan, Zachariah and I miraculously made it onto a bus headed to Ensenada due
to our little knowledge of Spanish. We had been praying for days that the Lord
would send someone who was bilingual and would want to hang out with us. Our
charades with people just wouldn’t quite cut it. Although charades managed to
come in handy as we prayed for our first injury, a man with crutches. We
managed to pray and understand him as he said he was a Christian that believed
in miracles. This exchange was quick as we were jumping into the cab that took
us to the bus station. Anyway, we needed God to come through or else we were
going to look like fools. As we enter the bus a guy behind us responds in
English to our question in attempted Spanish. His name… Esteban. DING DING
DING. My forewarned about squirrel had just showed up. Not only did he speak
English and Spanish he also had nothing to do the rest of the day. So Esteban
joined us on our adventures. Within hours of arriving in Ensenada with little
plans we managed to get free nonalcoholic margaritas, pray for several amazing
people, touch a horse, adopt Jorge the dog, get asked for a kiss by a drunk man,
a situation Esteban helped us out of, and finally make it all the way to the
YWAM base on the ocean across town. When the time that evening arrived that we had to part
with Esteban tears were shed. Our stories now forever intertwined changed our
courses.
Even upon entering Mexico my heart felt at home. The dirty
chaos makes sense to me. They were not planning to let us stay at the YWAM base
but once again through a divine series of events some girls had switched their
rooms around the day prior and had space for all of us. It almost seemed too
natural the way that God provided food and housing within hours.
I fell in love. I fell in love with the people at the base.
Their stories moved me. How God had brought them from all over the world to
Ensenada, Mexico was the most beautiful story. I also fell in love with a world
much different than my own. We had the opportunity to spend some hours at an
orphanage way out of town in a dirty shack filled area in the mountains. To see
joy in the smiles of kids living in a hopeless place makes you forget cell
phones and social circles exist. There is also this beauty in not understanding
each other that counteracts awkwardness amongst friends. Because we are already
aware that we do not understand each other the attempt at conversation is so
awkward that we can find comfort and understanding in both not understanding
the other.
It is a bit ironic, but it actually makes sense. We also
don’t have cell phones to hide behind like we often do in America. Poke. This awkwardness amongst one another in our
American society is something we have created ourselves and encouraged by
playing into it. I love that you have five thousand friends that want to talk
to you right now, but what happened to being present where you are? What has
happened to loving those in your path? I wish I lived in a time that when you
ran into a friend and it was the best moment because you missed them not awkward
because you know you haven’t returned their text all week. Technology has
seemed to enhance our friendships, but often times in reality it is just
lessening the depth of them. This rant is rant for another time. Being in
Mexico reminded me that I am not okay with just acting like society in America
because it is what society calls for. I do not need to fit in. My heart found
home amongst poverty because to have little is to have faith. To have faith in
a place that seems hopeless is a true belief in God. I say I believe in God,
but what if my friends didn’t have a way to call me would I still trust him if
I felt alone. We are not alone. God is closer than anything. We can trust him
with everything. He will provide. These are just a few of the moments we had in
Mexico and the reality is I am mind blown that I didn’t sleep on the streets
because God managed to work things out. Sure, I could say it is coincidence,
but I know where I am putting my faith. It is not in human reason or intuition.
These things which are given to us by God, intuition and reason, without him
can not stand. God’s revelation is where I now draw from. He is my well. He is
in my heart. As He binds our hearts together more and more each day my heart
breaks for the world that yearns for more. You know you’re not satisfied
without Him.
Leaving Mexico tears were prevalent, first because I was
frustrated that I was on a two-month mission trip in America, then because I
now know my life will never be the same that it once was. He has moved me in a
way that I couldn’t turn from. He revealed to me that although it would have
been the quenching of my thirst to help people if I had been in India, it
wouldn’t have given him time to move my heart for my friends, family, fellow
college students, Hollywood and now the nations.
Mexico proved to me that it is in the dirt I belong. My need
for little and my desire for faith has shown me that my life is better in His
hands.
As we bused back to Roserito in an end to our trip we had
lots of toys left that we had not given away yet. I kept praying that the Lord
would somehow bring us kids before we had to meet our team. With an hour left
we arrive at Wal-Mart to see a bunch of blow up toys. We asked for kids and God
sent us to a bounce house for less than we had thanks to the generosity of the
vendors. We played our little hearts out as we befriended some great kids to
give our toys to.
I can’t always expect how the Lord is going to show up, but
now I see that I can always have faith that He will when I ask. I ask for my
life to be one giant faith journey. For this I am ready.
Incredible writer with an incredible heart. You make us all want to live in the dirt!
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