As of a few days ago, a week before my scheduled flight date, the real countdown began. Everything became "My last (fill in the blank)." Well, on my last Wednesday, there happened to be a bus strike. Here, almost everyone gets around my bus, so a bus strike really stops the whole city. That means all of the ministries on our most packed day were cancelled. Thursday, we went to Los Galpones when I remembered that we had an event all day on Saturday. That meant I would not be able to see and say goodbye to most of the kids, and I would not be able to go to La Favela to say bye to the children there either. Friday, plans to visit a nearby city were pushed back to Monday. We visited a couple's house/bakery instead, where we ate plenty of desserts, watched a movie, had asado, and walked around the town. It was a reallyyy nice time. One of the best times I have had in Argentina. That night, we found out that another ministry was cancelled.
On Saturday, there was a sort of conference at our church. It was a blast. Worship down here is the best because the congregation is actually HYPE! They jump and dance and worship in such tight community which is why churches gather all together on Sunday (the community). The speakers were great, too. Then, like all Saturday and Sunday nights, the young adults gathered and hung out afterwards (they always hang out until two or three in the morning). I cannot describe how lovely it is to spend time with that group. They are so much fun, so welcoming, and so in love with Jesus! Plus, we had the most delicious choripan haha.
Sunday, we had the chance to have lunch at one of our friend's house. Unfortunately, we got pretty lost on one of the coldest days I have been here, taking us more than twice as long as it should have taken us to get there. Regardless, the (late) lunch was so lovely. The hangout after church (have I mentioned the church services are also held at night here? I love it!) was wonderful as well. Great conversations and moments shared with brothers and sisters in Christ.
Although my last week has been filled with cancelled plans meaning cancelled goodbyes, I am still grateful for every moment I have had. I am grateful that I have been as urgent as I think I could have been to share the truth and Gospel with the people here so that I am not left with any regrets. I am also grateful for these last few days where I will have the chance to spend time with and say goodbye to my closest friends.
I really wanted to write a blog on Wednesday to ask for prayer for health. I had been feeling really sick, and it was having a really negative affect on me. I also wanted to ask for prayer because I was asked to share the morning devotional on Thursday in Spanish, and I was feeling pretty unsure about that. BUT I ended up spilling tea on the computer and it would not turn on, so I was going to try to use my phone to finish the blog and ask prayer for that, too. What can I say? Plans changed. Glory to God, I have been finally getting much better, my morning devotional was understood by everyone, and I am currently typing on my slightly sticky computer keyboard! I would still genuinely appreciate prayers for complete healing from whatever cold I have and prayers for me to enjoy my last few days here!! Thank you everyone who is still keeping up with my blogs or maybe you are reading this two months after I come back, but thank you for taking the time to read this (especially since this one is so long!). I still have a few more coming your way, so don't remove this link from your bookmarks quite yet ;)
Monday, August 10, 2015
Monday, August 3, 2015
Big Time Difference
As I am coming very close to the end of my mission this Summer (eight days left!), I have recently noticed that there is a bigger time difference between the US and Argentina than I realized. When I told countless friends and family that I was going on a missions trip in another country for two months, I remember everyone thinking it was such a long time. But here, everyone keeps telling me how short my time is.
One thing I have learned here is that truly learning a culture takes years. Truly learning a language takes even longer. (But is culture a part of language or is language a part of culture? Oooh.) People need to stop think we are so internationally-minded because they have been to other countries. The world really is so diverse. I was not planning on writing this, but I feel called to say, do you ever think about how vast the knowledge of this world is? For example, there is no way that one person could know about all of the cultures there are in the world. Do you ever think about how limited our brains are that we have to spend years to obtain X number of degrees in one specific area? And then after you have spent all those years studying that, there are still hundreds of other topics to study and/or learn? Or how about spending your whole life learning how to play an instrument or even five instruments, only to face the reality that there are thousands of instruments to be played? Our human brains are so little and incapable compared to the Almighty God.
Isaiah 55:9 As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.
Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all of your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.
One thing I have learned here is that truly learning a culture takes years. Truly learning a language takes even longer. (But is culture a part of language or is language a part of culture? Oooh.) People need to stop think we are so internationally-minded because they have been to other countries. The world really is so diverse. I was not planning on writing this, but I feel called to say, do you ever think about how vast the knowledge of this world is? For example, there is no way that one person could know about all of the cultures there are in the world. Do you ever think about how limited our brains are that we have to spend years to obtain X number of degrees in one specific area? And then after you have spent all those years studying that, there are still hundreds of other topics to study and/or learn? Or how about spending your whole life learning how to play an instrument or even five instruments, only to face the reality that there are thousands of instruments to be played? Our human brains are so little and incapable compared to the Almighty God.
Isaiah 55:9 As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.
Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all of your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Shots Fired
For the past few weeks, CFCI has been visiting a new shanty town on Saturdays called La Favela. A few of our volunteers go there while the rest (the majority) go to Los Galpones. When I was elected to go to La Favela a few weeks back, I really enjoyed it. The kids are much different there. They are much less violent and impatient, which makes it much easier to communicate with them. I started asking to go back (especially since we finish earlier and still get to go to Los Galpones).
Even though the kids seem to have less physical needs, I still see their spiritual deprivation and desperation. I see that some of them hate God. I see that some of them hate each other. I wish I could stay longer to keep reaching out to them and to see how God works in their lives, but I know that God is calling me back to the States for now. As I believe I have mentioned in one of my previous blogs, I have been considering taking this next year off from school to start working with my family with a new insurance agency. After weeks of prayer, I have officially decided that I will be staying home this upcoming year.
Yesterday, the plans in Los Galpones were to watch a movie called Joseph, the King of Dreams. The kids were so excited to see it. To be honest, I was really worried about someone stealing the equipment while we were there, especially since we told them ahead of time that we would be playing a movie. I was told that when our group arrived, nobody was outside. They said it was very strange, but they proceeded regardless. I was told that the children eventually came and were so thrilled to watch the movie. "This is just like in the movie theaters!", they said. Even the most rambunctious of children were telling the others to stay quiet during the movie. While I was in La Favela, one of the leaders from the other church that was working there said that we had to get going earlier than usual.
I remember my first time in Los Galpones when I was washing dishes and this loud clash hit the outside of the house. I remember thinking it was a gunshot, but I was not scared because nobody reacted. Someone then explained that it was only a rock and that that was common. Yesterday while watching the movie, the same type of event occurred, except this time, two of the leaders ran into the house, told everyone to get on the ground, and closed the door. Apparently, there was a shoot-out. The supposed rock that hit the window was actually a bullet. With children being held and watching the movie just on the other side, we were even more grateful that God had protected us. While talking to one of my friends who was there, she told me that she was not scared. She then recited one of the three verses she knows in English.
Philippians 1:21 For me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.
This verse is one of my favorites. It says that my life is not mine. Because Christ gave His life for me, I give my life to Him in gratitude. All I want to do is be more like Him and worship Him. That is why to die is gain. In Heaven, we sin no more. In Heaven, all we do is worship our Creator and Savior. I know God has a purpose for me to be on this Earth right now, but I cannot wait for the day when I am reunited with Him face to face. I am not afraid to go back to Los Galpones. In fact, I eagerly look forward to it. To God be the glory forever and ever. Amen.
Even though the kids seem to have less physical needs, I still see their spiritual deprivation and desperation. I see that some of them hate God. I see that some of them hate each other. I wish I could stay longer to keep reaching out to them and to see how God works in their lives, but I know that God is calling me back to the States for now. As I believe I have mentioned in one of my previous blogs, I have been considering taking this next year off from school to start working with my family with a new insurance agency. After weeks of prayer, I have officially decided that I will be staying home this upcoming year.
Yesterday, the plans in Los Galpones were to watch a movie called Joseph, the King of Dreams. The kids were so excited to see it. To be honest, I was really worried about someone stealing the equipment while we were there, especially since we told them ahead of time that we would be playing a movie. I was told that when our group arrived, nobody was outside. They said it was very strange, but they proceeded regardless. I was told that the children eventually came and were so thrilled to watch the movie. "This is just like in the movie theaters!", they said. Even the most rambunctious of children were telling the others to stay quiet during the movie. While I was in La Favela, one of the leaders from the other church that was working there said that we had to get going earlier than usual.
I remember my first time in Los Galpones when I was washing dishes and this loud clash hit the outside of the house. I remember thinking it was a gunshot, but I was not scared because nobody reacted. Someone then explained that it was only a rock and that that was common. Yesterday while watching the movie, the same type of event occurred, except this time, two of the leaders ran into the house, told everyone to get on the ground, and closed the door. Apparently, there was a shoot-out. The supposed rock that hit the window was actually a bullet. With children being held and watching the movie just on the other side, we were even more grateful that God had protected us. While talking to one of my friends who was there, she told me that she was not scared. She then recited one of the three verses she knows in English.
Philippians 1:21 For me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.
This verse is one of my favorites. It says that my life is not mine. Because Christ gave His life for me, I give my life to Him in gratitude. All I want to do is be more like Him and worship Him. That is why to die is gain. In Heaven, we sin no more. In Heaven, all we do is worship our Creator and Savior. I know God has a purpose for me to be on this Earth right now, but I cannot wait for the day when I am reunited with Him face to face. I am not afraid to go back to Los Galpones. In fact, I eagerly look forward to it. To God be the glory forever and ever. Amen.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Jumping for Joy...Literally
Last Sunday, Anna and I were able to go to a different church service where many of our friends go. We sang a song called "Alabemos" which means "Let's Praise." We opened and closed the service with this song. By the end of the service, there was a mosh pit in the front. A bunch of guys literally had their arms around each other and just jumped and sang "God, we praise You" with all the energy they had. All my friends and I were still in the pews, but jumping nonetheless. As simple as the chorus is, it filled me with so much joy. I am so, so glad to know Christ. It is truly amazing that my Creator, whom I rejected and sinned against, came to this insignificant Earth (in comparison to the vastness of the universe) to actually die so that I would be able to personally know Him while on this Earth and spend eternity with Him when I leave. He is so great and gives so, so, so abundantly. I just had to share :) Bendiciones!
Friday, July 24, 2015
R.I.P., Elisabeth Elliot.
Many of you have probably heard of Jim Elliot, but if you have not, I suggest that you take some time to learn about his inspirational biography. The movie End of the Spear was based off of his life and the impact it made. A quick read of what made him famous can also be found here. As famous as Jim Elliot is, his wife is the one who makes his story worth knowing.
"When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love him." ~Elisabeth Elliot
While reading through some of Elisabeth's quotes, this one stuck out to me. I have always loved the verses John 14:15 and 23 which say, "If you love me, keep my commands." and "Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching." But this quote reminds me of the command that I so consistently fail to keep: "Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice." (Philippians 4:4). I try to obey the Lord in everything I do, but if I am being honest, most of the time, I lack joy.
I wish I could thank Elisabeth for how much she helped me in my faith, but I know so many people have told her that already, and I know everything is for God's glory anyways.
Psalm 116:11 You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
R.I.P., Elisabeth Elliot. Rest In Pleasure.
"When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love him." ~Elisabeth Elliot
While reading through some of Elisabeth's quotes, this one stuck out to me. I have always loved the verses John 14:15 and 23 which say, "If you love me, keep my commands." and "Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching." But this quote reminds me of the command that I so consistently fail to keep: "Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice." (Philippians 4:4). I try to obey the Lord in everything I do, but if I am being honest, most of the time, I lack joy.
I have had discussions here in Argentina about how serving the Lord sometimes require us to sacrifice our dreams. I feel that many of us have dreams in common. So many of us have dreams of traveling to specific countries, being married, having children, receiving a certain degree, or reaching some level of financial comfort. Some of us have accomplished our dreams, while others of us have reached none. The Lord, however, never promises us any of this. In fact, the Bible says in Philippians 3:8, "I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ." Can I get an Amen?!
Back to what I was saying in the beginning, I love Elisabeth Elliot because she challenges me. Elisabeth Elliot challenges my obedience. Am I willing to sacrifice everything I have and genuinely risk my life to follow and obey Him? Elisabeth Elliot challenges my idea of pleasure. Is my pleasure found in attaining my aspirations or solely Him? Elisabeth Elliot challenges my love. If I truly love the Lord, will I not rejoice in obedience of all kinds? She challenges my heart, my desires, and my bucket list! Please pray that I can constantly evaluate my intentions with every action I take here and, of course, when I return.
I wish I could thank Elisabeth for how much she helped me in my faith, but I know so many people have told her that already, and I know everything is for God's glory anyways.
Psalm 116:11 You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
R.I.P., Elisabeth Elliot. Rest In Pleasure.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Heart in the Matter
The past few days have been strange for me. My heart has been wrung out and feels like a fish gasping for air. Our new roommate has already left, which was genuinely upsetting. I was asked two weeks ago if I felt that God had confirmed my calling to be here this Summer. While I would say "yes" because of how much I have learned and how God has used me, it provoked me to think. I remember when I first decided to come, I was excited to see my potential futures of business and missions intertwine. I remember telling the director of my Christian ministry at school that this trip was going to help me understand God's calling for me. It was going to help me understand if and how I would incorporate my business degree into missions. In my time here, I have been assigned to create a promotional video, but other than that, I have not had any exposure to marketing.
I have missed my devotionals a lot the past couple of weeks. I realized that it is much easier to miss your morning devotional when your whole day is devoted to hearing God's voice and allowing Him to work in you. That is the point of morning devotionals, is it not? When I have thought about going into the corporate business world as my full-time career, I have been stuck with this big "What if..." What if I become so consumed with making money and being successful and reaching accomplishments that I live in a way that is almost like I did not know Christ? Does that make sense? What if I lose sight of glorifying Him in everything I do? What is I lose urgency in sharing that the only way to Heaven is through Jesus Christ?
As far as prayer requests, please pray that God helps me understand what His plans are for me and how this summer can help me understand. Please pray that I take the time to spend with the Lord in the mornings. Lastly, please, please be praying for my roommate. She has been sick for the past four weeks or so. Please pray that there is no physical hindrance that keeps us from the serving the Lord. Of course, please pray that there is also no spiritual barrier that keeps us from the serving the Lord. Thank you, all!
I have missed my devotionals a lot the past couple of weeks. I realized that it is much easier to miss your morning devotional when your whole day is devoted to hearing God's voice and allowing Him to work in you. That is the point of morning devotionals, is it not? When I have thought about going into the corporate business world as my full-time career, I have been stuck with this big "What if..." What if I become so consumed with making money and being successful and reaching accomplishments that I live in a way that is almost like I did not know Christ? Does that make sense? What if I lose sight of glorifying Him in everything I do? What is I lose urgency in sharing that the only way to Heaven is through Jesus Christ?
As far as prayer requests, please pray that God helps me understand what His plans are for me and how this summer can help me understand. Please pray that I take the time to spend with the Lord in the mornings. Lastly, please, please be praying for my roommate. She has been sick for the past four weeks or so. Please pray that there is no physical hindrance that keeps us from the serving the Lord. Of course, please pray that there is also no spiritual barrier that keeps us from the serving the Lord. Thank you, all!
Monday, July 13, 2015
Bon Jovi's Greatest Hit
Woahhh we're half way there. Whoa OH! Livin' on a prayer!
To be honest, these past few days have been very painful. Why? Well, I remember after my first week here while walking back to the van after our street ministry, one of my friends said to me, "I don't want you to leave!" I literally laughed because I had only been here for exactly one week! Now, my heart is in agony every time I bear the thought of leaving. I do not want to leave those who I am serving nor those whom I am serving with!
This reminds me that we should never feel like we want to leave. If we are glad to leave, did we genuinely love those people we were serving? If we live and love like Jesus did, will we not be as heart-broken as He was when people walked away from Him? (Mark 10:17-22, specifically verse 21) Will we not be as devastated when someone leaves this Earth? (John 11:1-44, specifically verse 35) Jesus deeply loved everyone He came into contact with, and we ought to live like that. That includes those people who have hurt you, those people who have stolen from you, those people who disrespect you, and those people on the news who have done "terrible things." Jesus loves them all.
Recently, I have been lacking this attitude in the States. As some of my friends know, this past semester has been rough for me. I have been considering taking next year off for a multitude of reasons, one of them being a desired break from serving. I have honestly been dreading returning to serve. Last semester, I felt so discouraged, drained, and fruitless. I was reminded of this verse the other day that fits perfectly, and I thought it would be encouraging for anyone reading this who is feeling the same way. Galatians 6:9 says, "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." No explanation necessary.
As far as updates, my roommate, Anna, feels that the Lord is leading her to stay in Argentina for longer (so she is not half way there like I am). She is not sure if she will stay a few weeks longer or a few months longer, so please pray that the Lord will continue to guide her in His "good, pleasing, and perfect will" (Romans 12:2).
I have also acquired a second roommate. We received a sudden notice that a girl named Joann who was from Florida and serving with CFCI in Guatemala was going to join us for a few weeks. She arrived about a week and half ago and was planning on leaving later this week, but she is hoping to stay for a little longer (so she is half way there like I am). I am so glad that the Lord has brought her here so unexpectedly. She is so outgoing and energetic. She has also been very determined to learn Spanish ever since she began learning in Guatemala as of a few weeks ago. Anna and I were planning on taking on a week-long, Spanish-speaking-only challenge once Joann left. However, Joann wants to begin the challenge tomorrow. So, prayers for that! Speaking and understanding Spanish has remained a struggle, despite the improvement I have seen. I would love prayers for persistence, patience, and humility for all of us. Prayers for health would also be appreciated considering all three of us are sick! Thank you everyone for your support!!
To be honest, these past few days have been very painful. Why? Well, I remember after my first week here while walking back to the van after our street ministry, one of my friends said to me, "I don't want you to leave!" I literally laughed because I had only been here for exactly one week! Now, my heart is in agony every time I bear the thought of leaving. I do not want to leave those who I am serving nor those whom I am serving with!
This reminds me that we should never feel like we want to leave. If we are glad to leave, did we genuinely love those people we were serving? If we live and love like Jesus did, will we not be as heart-broken as He was when people walked away from Him? (Mark 10:17-22, specifically verse 21) Will we not be as devastated when someone leaves this Earth? (John 11:1-44, specifically verse 35) Jesus deeply loved everyone He came into contact with, and we ought to live like that. That includes those people who have hurt you, those people who have stolen from you, those people who disrespect you, and those people on the news who have done "terrible things." Jesus loves them all.
Recently, I have been lacking this attitude in the States. As some of my friends know, this past semester has been rough for me. I have been considering taking next year off for a multitude of reasons, one of them being a desired break from serving. I have honestly been dreading returning to serve. Last semester, I felt so discouraged, drained, and fruitless. I was reminded of this verse the other day that fits perfectly, and I thought it would be encouraging for anyone reading this who is feeling the same way. Galatians 6:9 says, "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." No explanation necessary.
As far as updates, my roommate, Anna, feels that the Lord is leading her to stay in Argentina for longer (so she is not half way there like I am). She is not sure if she will stay a few weeks longer or a few months longer, so please pray that the Lord will continue to guide her in His "good, pleasing, and perfect will" (Romans 12:2).
I have also acquired a second roommate. We received a sudden notice that a girl named Joann who was from Florida and serving with CFCI in Guatemala was going to join us for a few weeks. She arrived about a week and half ago and was planning on leaving later this week, but she is hoping to stay for a little longer (so she is half way there like I am). I am so glad that the Lord has brought her here so unexpectedly. She is so outgoing and energetic. She has also been very determined to learn Spanish ever since she began learning in Guatemala as of a few weeks ago. Anna and I were planning on taking on a week-long, Spanish-speaking-only challenge once Joann left. However, Joann wants to begin the challenge tomorrow. So, prayers for that! Speaking and understanding Spanish has remained a struggle, despite the improvement I have seen. I would love prayers for persistence, patience, and humility for all of us. Prayers for health would also be appreciated considering all three of us are sick! Thank you everyone for your support!!
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Facing My Worst Fear
From the international bus station, we took a city bus to get all the way to our homes. My traveling partner had already gotten off the bus, so I was solo. I was sitting in the back. My bus stop was approaching, and people started heading to the back door. As the bus actually stopped and I tried to get off, I realized that the people who were in front of the door were not planning on getting off. I started shoving me way towards the door as the bus started moving with the door still open. A man grabbed my arm, thinking I was falling, but in a panic to exit, I tore myself from his grasp and jumped off the bus.
The bus was going much faster than I thought it was, and even though I planted my feet on even ground, the rest of my body immediately met the ground, with my head finishing the fall. Two men at a nearby newspaper stand had me sit down. Sure, my head hurt, but I knew where I was and my vision was fine and I could even speak Spanish, so I got up and walked the last few minutes to my house.
Over the next few days, I experienced symptoms like headaches, neck pain, heavy eyelids, and dilated pupils. Every time I lay down to try to rest, I would think about how idiotic it was that I actually jumped off. Every time I replayed the moment in my head, I got so angry with myself. How could I be so naive to think that I could jump off a moving bus?! How could I be so impulsive that I could not simply wait until the next stop?! Over time, I saw the symptoms come, and I saw them go, and I realized that God had protected me in a significant way. I know I should have been much more injured than I was. My symptoms were not even intense enough that I had to miss any ministry. I am left now with only bruising (thankfully, I fell backward instead of forward, Amen?!).
My worst fear is head injuries. I am afraid of killing brain cells, not being able to think as quickly or as sharply, and honestly becoming stupider. I am afraid of forgetting how to speak, how to play the music, who my friends are, or who I am.
This head injury has finished teaching me a lesson that I thought I had already finished learning. My identity is found in Christ alone. I knew that if we put our hope and identity in anything of this world, we are sure to feel disappointed, lost, and purposeless (I remember that place in my life before I put my faith in Christ). Where should my identity be found? In my outgoing personality? In my athleticism? In my musical abilities? In my appearance? I can lose any of those things at any moment. I knew this when it came to a degree, a job, a relationship, a social status, or appearance. However, I did not include the gifts God has given me. I primarily define myself as a believer and follower of Jesus Christ, but I also defined myself as someone who loves to play music and sports and is always up for meeting new people and trying new things. The Lord has given me everything I have and has made me who I am. But His gifts of my abilities and personality are just that: gifts! He can give and take His gifts as He pleases.
John 1:12 says, "Yet to all who did receive [Jesus], to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God." My identity should solely be found in the eternal title of God's daughter, an heiress to His Kingdom. What an epic identity. And what better place can my identity be? If I genuinely believe that 2 Corinthians 12:9 is true and "[His] grace is sufficient for [me]", I do not need to fear losing anything else. I do not need to fear losing my money, my family, my health, my abilities, or my memory.
To be honest, this head injury has taught me a lot more. It has reminded me that I have such a hard time being served and an even harder time forgiving myself and my sin. I am really grateful for how God has used this unique circumstance to help me grow in closer relationship with Him. Please pray that I continue to seek God in every hardship I experience here.
The bus was going much faster than I thought it was, and even though I planted my feet on even ground, the rest of my body immediately met the ground, with my head finishing the fall. Two men at a nearby newspaper stand had me sit down. Sure, my head hurt, but I knew where I was and my vision was fine and I could even speak Spanish, so I got up and walked the last few minutes to my house.
Over the next few days, I experienced symptoms like headaches, neck pain, heavy eyelids, and dilated pupils. Every time I lay down to try to rest, I would think about how idiotic it was that I actually jumped off. Every time I replayed the moment in my head, I got so angry with myself. How could I be so naive to think that I could jump off a moving bus?! How could I be so impulsive that I could not simply wait until the next stop?! Over time, I saw the symptoms come, and I saw them go, and I realized that God had protected me in a significant way. I know I should have been much more injured than I was. My symptoms were not even intense enough that I had to miss any ministry. I am left now with only bruising (thankfully, I fell backward instead of forward, Amen?!).
My worst fear is head injuries. I am afraid of killing brain cells, not being able to think as quickly or as sharply, and honestly becoming stupider. I am afraid of forgetting how to speak, how to play the music, who my friends are, or who I am.
This head injury has finished teaching me a lesson that I thought I had already finished learning. My identity is found in Christ alone. I knew that if we put our hope and identity in anything of this world, we are sure to feel disappointed, lost, and purposeless (I remember that place in my life before I put my faith in Christ). Where should my identity be found? In my outgoing personality? In my athleticism? In my musical abilities? In my appearance? I can lose any of those things at any moment. I knew this when it came to a degree, a job, a relationship, a social status, or appearance. However, I did not include the gifts God has given me. I primarily define myself as a believer and follower of Jesus Christ, but I also defined myself as someone who loves to play music and sports and is always up for meeting new people and trying new things. The Lord has given me everything I have and has made me who I am. But His gifts of my abilities and personality are just that: gifts! He can give and take His gifts as He pleases.
John 1:12 says, "Yet to all who did receive [Jesus], to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God." My identity should solely be found in the eternal title of God's daughter, an heiress to His Kingdom. What an epic identity. And what better place can my identity be? If I genuinely believe that 2 Corinthians 12:9 is true and "[His] grace is sufficient for [me]", I do not need to fear losing anything else. I do not need to fear losing my money, my family, my health, my abilities, or my memory.
To be honest, this head injury has taught me a lot more. It has reminded me that I have such a hard time being served and an even harder time forgiving myself and my sin. I am really grateful for how God has used this unique circumstance to help me grow in closer relationship with Him. Please pray that I continue to seek God in every hardship I experience here.
Friday, July 3, 2015
Broke
I want to apologize for the time that has passed since posting my last blog. This week has been busy and tiring, meaning less free time and less energy to be on the computer during my free time. However, that also means that a lot has been happening! If I have time the next few days, I will be shooting out a few blogs, so keep an eye out for those.
Last weekend, I had a last-minute opportunity to travel to Uruguay for very cheap! One of the coordinators here had to go there for an official purpose, so we were asked if we wanted to tag along. Although Anna did not want to go, my first thought was, "Heck yeah!" Later, however, I realized that I had not yet incorporated prayer into my decision. When I first started praying, I was pretty quickly overcome with guilt that, as much of a steal it would be to buy the ticket, the money I had in my bank account was not my money to spend. It was the Lord's. I remembered the incredible quote, "The question is not 'How much of my money will I give to God ?'but 'How much of God's money will I keep for myself?" We have to remember that we are all broke servants, investing our Master's money where He tells us to invest it.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about it as we went to our different ministries. I kept asking God for a reason for me to go, a way to glorify Him by going. When I finally let it go and decided that there would be no everlasting result of me going and that I should stay, I had this uneasiness in my heart that I should not stay. There was a retreat our church was doing that Anna and I were asked to sing for, but I felt really uncomfortable doing it because I did not know the songs well enough in Spanish. Even though we would be allowed to sing in English, I felt like I would be distracting others from worshiping. I also realized I would not be missing any ministry if I were to go, and traveling to gain more experience and knowledge of other places for so cheap could help me in future ministries. I felt that God had something to teach me by going on this trip.
I was not positive if it was God's will for me to go, but because I spent so long making my decision, there was a low likelihood of me being able to buy a ticket with the same exact schedule as my traveling companion. I decided to go for it, and if it was God's will for me to go, I would be able to buy the ticket. (I've realized, however, that sometimes, God keeps the door open as a test, and other times, the devil can open doors as temptation or deceit.) On my car ride to the bus station, I prayed "Lord, if there is another place you want to spend this money that is more glorifying to You, please close this door, but if I have any say in it, I would really like to go." I repeated that prayer over and over.
When I got there, I was able to buy the ticket. So I went! Our seats were in the very front of the double-decker, so it was a pretty cool view. The service was very similar to an airline's with dinner, snacks, and drinks served. When we arrived, we spent our whole day simply walking. We walked through a market with vendors sending all kinds of merchandise from fruit and vegetables to hand-made crafts to coins to puppies to reptiles. Just about everything else, however, was closed because it was Sunday. We could not visit any museums of do very much shopping, but we walked through the streets and admired the architecture. We never talked to anyone, gave anyone money, planted any spiritual seeds, or left any sort of lasting impact. So when I got on the bus to head home, I wondered what was God's reason for me going. What was it that He wanted to teach me? Did I go because of blinding selfishness? It was not until I was about five minutes from being home that I experienced the most significant impact...
Last weekend, I had a last-minute opportunity to travel to Uruguay for very cheap! One of the coordinators here had to go there for an official purpose, so we were asked if we wanted to tag along. Although Anna did not want to go, my first thought was, "Heck yeah!" Later, however, I realized that I had not yet incorporated prayer into my decision. When I first started praying, I was pretty quickly overcome with guilt that, as much of a steal it would be to buy the ticket, the money I had in my bank account was not my money to spend. It was the Lord's. I remembered the incredible quote, "The question is not 'How much of my money will I give to God ?'but 'How much of God's money will I keep for myself?" We have to remember that we are all broke servants, investing our Master's money where He tells us to invest it.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about it as we went to our different ministries. I kept asking God for a reason for me to go, a way to glorify Him by going. When I finally let it go and decided that there would be no everlasting result of me going and that I should stay, I had this uneasiness in my heart that I should not stay. There was a retreat our church was doing that Anna and I were asked to sing for, but I felt really uncomfortable doing it because I did not know the songs well enough in Spanish. Even though we would be allowed to sing in English, I felt like I would be distracting others from worshiping. I also realized I would not be missing any ministry if I were to go, and traveling to gain more experience and knowledge of other places for so cheap could help me in future ministries. I felt that God had something to teach me by going on this trip.
I was not positive if it was God's will for me to go, but because I spent so long making my decision, there was a low likelihood of me being able to buy a ticket with the same exact schedule as my traveling companion. I decided to go for it, and if it was God's will for me to go, I would be able to buy the ticket. (I've realized, however, that sometimes, God keeps the door open as a test, and other times, the devil can open doors as temptation or deceit.) On my car ride to the bus station, I prayed "Lord, if there is another place you want to spend this money that is more glorifying to You, please close this door, but if I have any say in it, I would really like to go." I repeated that prayer over and over.
When I got there, I was able to buy the ticket. So I went! Our seats were in the very front of the double-decker, so it was a pretty cool view. The service was very similar to an airline's with dinner, snacks, and drinks served. When we arrived, we spent our whole day simply walking. We walked through a market with vendors sending all kinds of merchandise from fruit and vegetables to hand-made crafts to coins to puppies to reptiles. Just about everything else, however, was closed because it was Sunday. We could not visit any museums of do very much shopping, but we walked through the streets and admired the architecture. We never talked to anyone, gave anyone money, planted any spiritual seeds, or left any sort of lasting impact. So when I got on the bus to head home, I wondered what was God's reason for me going. What was it that He wanted to teach me? Did I go because of blinding selfishness? It was not until I was about five minutes from being home that I experienced the most significant impact...
Friday, June 26, 2015
Keeping a Positive Gratitude
This past week, CFCI started a new after-school program in Los Galpones on Thursday afternoons. I absolutely love going there. The spiritual clash between light and darkness is so physically evident. I am so encouraged by the love I receive through the hugs of some of the children. Their hugs are so sudden, but the children hold on for so long. They are seriously the warmest hugs. Need I say again? They are so desperate for love. I have also seen love reciprocated very directly. One of the older girls gave me a note yesterday that said "Sara, I love you so much. Me, your friend, Paola." I have been told stories about the incredible heart-change in that girl. When CFCI first working in Los Galpones, she would say things like "Your food sucks, and I'm never coming back." Yet here she is, years later, attending every week and falling in love with the volunteers who love her so deeply.
We have also been helping with a group called "English Talk" every Tuesday, where people simply gather to speak in English about a predetermined topic for two hours. We have a diverse group of English-speakers from Wales, the UK, Australia, California, Michigan, South Carolina, and yours truly, New Jersey. With all of those accents, where else should someone go if they are aspiring to learn English? I love English Talk. I have already made some great friends there, and I am so excited to spend more time with them in the coming weeks.
This past Thursday, English Talk hosted an event called English Night. Pretty original, I know. English Night is an event designed to have everyone gather to spend time together, rather than to formally discuss in English. Lots of music and even some poetry were performed by people who regularly attend English Talk. I met a few people there who have actually never been to English Talk, and I saw a few older friends as well. (My "older friends" are friends that I met my first week in Argentina haha.) The night was incredible. I was especially encouraged by how easily I was able to connect with so many people. I really hope I get to see them at future English Talks! Please pray for opportunities to get to know them better and to share more about my faith with them, whether as a part of English Talk or apart from English Talk.
We have also been helping with a group called "English Talk" every Tuesday, where people simply gather to speak in English about a predetermined topic for two hours. We have a diverse group of English-speakers from Wales, the UK, Australia, California, Michigan, South Carolina, and yours truly, New Jersey. With all of those accents, where else should someone go if they are aspiring to learn English? I love English Talk. I have already made some great friends there, and I am so excited to spend more time with them in the coming weeks.
Lastly, we have started working in "La Municipalidad" this week. La Municipalidad is a department that focuses on politics and public relations in the city of Córdoba. Today, I was asked to translate a document from Spanish to English...(cue the gasp). I was really nervous at first because I am obviously not fluent in Spanish, but after the first paragraph, I got into the groove (with the assistance of Google Translate, of course). I learned so much Spanish through that task, and it was so much fun!
More encouraging than that, however, I heard someone singing on the other side of the office in another cubicle. I realized that they were singing "Nothing is Impossible" by Planetshakers in Spanish! I am not sure who was singing and if she would even proclaim to be a Christian, but the words of that song are so true and so powerful when you take them to heart. Please pray that that singer does come to mean those lyrics and can be a light in that office. I am personally so excited to continue volunteering there.
I am so overwhelmingly grateful to be here. I am in awe of how God is moving, the gifts He has given me, and all the avenues where He is using us. I know God has a lot to reveal to me during this time about Him as well as myself. Please pray that I continue my time here genuinely longing to know the Lord more deeply. Thank you again for taking the time to read through this long one!
More encouraging than that, however, I heard someone singing on the other side of the office in another cubicle. I realized that they were singing "Nothing is Impossible" by Planetshakers in Spanish! I am not sure who was singing and if she would even proclaim to be a Christian, but the words of that song are so true and so powerful when you take them to heart. Please pray that that singer does come to mean those lyrics and can be a light in that office. I am personally so excited to continue volunteering there.
I am so overwhelmingly grateful to be here. I am in awe of how God is moving, the gifts He has given me, and all the avenues where He is using us. I know God has a lot to reveal to me during this time about Him as well as myself. Please pray that I continue my time here genuinely longing to know the Lord more deeply. Thank you again for taking the time to read through this long one!
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Father's Day Fun
Sunday was another great day here in Córdoba, Argentina! Because our church service is at night here, Anna and I were able to sleep in a bit and then finally go running for the first time! When we got back, our host mom (Karina) asked us to buy a few things from a nearby bakery. We were proud to walk out with an embarrassment-free experience!!
For our special Father's day breakfast, I tried Colombian coffee for the first time (Karina's favorite). I usually do not drink coffee, but I have been having it more often here. For lunch, we went to our host dad's parents' house. There, we partook in one of Argentina's greatest traditions: asado! Asado is a barbecue with lots of friends and the world-renowned Argentinian beef and meat. It was buenísimo (so good). It was also Anna's first asado! Next, we did the dishes together and then tried some great desserts with the also famous "dulce de leche", which is like caramel but creamier and oh-so-popular in Argentina.
Next, we went to church. The service was much longer than usual. There was a lot of worship which is always good. There were a lot of speakers who shared about prayer requests with a missionary we are partnering with, an upcoming event, and an encouraging piece of Scripture. The senior pastor (who happens to be our host dad's dad) gave a message, and then we ended with a little more worship and communion.
For our special Father's day breakfast, I tried Colombian coffee for the first time (Karina's favorite). I usually do not drink coffee, but I have been having it more often here. For lunch, we went to our host dad's parents' house. There, we partook in one of Argentina's greatest traditions: asado! Asado is a barbecue with lots of friends and the world-renowned Argentinian beef and meat. It was buenísimo (so good). It was also Anna's first asado! Next, we did the dishes together and then tried some great desserts with the also famous "dulce de leche", which is like caramel but creamier and oh-so-popular in Argentina.
Next, we went to church. The service was much longer than usual. There was a lot of worship which is always good. There were a lot of speakers who shared about prayer requests with a missionary we are partnering with, an upcoming event, and an encouraging piece of Scripture. The senior pastor (who happens to be our host dad's dad) gave a message, and then we ended with a little more worship and communion.
Communion is a tradition based off of Luke 22:19-20 which says, "And [Jesus] took bread, and when He had given thanks, He broke it and gave it to [the disciples], saying, 'This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.' And likewise the cup after they had eaten, saying, 'This cup that is poured out for you is the new covenant in my blood.' " The purpose of communion is to remember the sacrifice Christ made for us and to unify the body of the church. Every church does things a little differently; some have communion annually, semi-annually, monthly, weekly, etc. They all use different bread and drinks as well. For the communion drink at this particular church, they had ushers pass around a glass of wine. I had never seen literal wine distributed during church communion, but it was a cool experience.
Afterwards, we went back to the same house (the senior pastor's house), and had pizza and "sobre mesa" which is essentially when everyone stays at the table after eating and spends time together talking and laughing. How could the day be any better?
Afterwards, we went back to the same house (the senior pastor's house), and had pizza and "sobre mesa" which is essentially when everyone stays at the table after eating and spends time together talking and laughing. How could the day be any better?
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Weekend Update with Sara Hayduchok
I hope everyone recognizes the SNL reference...
Anyways, this weekend has been great! On Friday, Anna and I were able to wake up late and spent a while sorting clothes that we brought to the homeless ministry that night. Since our schedule and all of our ministries are weekly, I have been able to see all of our ministries since arriving. Experiencing each ministry has given me so much more confidence while serving. I know where to go, how to help, and how to approach people.
Saturday is our children's ministry in Los Galpones. Like the homeless ministry, this time around was even better for me than my first visit. I still see the same yearning for love. Two boys particularly stuck out to me. One young boy kept kicking the soccer ball as hard as he could, sometimes into others' backyards, sometimes into others' faces. Later, however, he asked me to play soccer, and when I said I had to help somewhere else, he insisted that I played (so I eventually did). The other boy was a teenager who tried to be rude while we were playing soccer, but by the end when we were cleaning up, he put the last chair up on the table for me. You see, they try to push our love away, but we remain persistent. Sooner or later, they realize we offer genuine love, and they want it!
At night, we went to a new youth group meeting where we will be going for the rest of our time here. Because I have been here for over a week, I thought I had experienced everything in our weekly schedule, but this meeting was a wonderful first-time experience! The worship was so great. They were all songs I had never heard before (there are a lot of songs here that I know in English but have been translated). The people are so kind. Instead of just saying hi, they stayed and got to know us. Because our usual interpreters were not with us, I got to practice my Spanish a lot! That resulted in a few extremely embarrassing moments, but they are memories that Anna and I will not forget! Let's just say I mixed up "de nada" which means "you're welcome" with "de nata" which means "cream."
The main worship leader was particularly welcoming. He knew a lot of worship songs in English, so we all went on stage to the piano after the meeting and sang with him! It was sooo much fun. We were all singing and harmonizing, and I even got the chance to play my harmonica finally! Later, he asked us about our churches back home and how we realized our callings to come here. We were one of the last ones to leave, but our time still felt cut short! We cannot wait to return next week :)
Praise God, my understanding of the Spanish here has been improving significantly. Prayers for time efficiency would be greatly appreciated so that I can be in the Word daily and continue updating this blog while maintaining a healthy sleep schedule. Thanks again for everyone's support!! Please send me any prayer requests if you have any!!
Anyways, this weekend has been great! On Friday, Anna and I were able to wake up late and spent a while sorting clothes that we brought to the homeless ministry that night. Since our schedule and all of our ministries are weekly, I have been able to see all of our ministries since arriving. Experiencing each ministry has given me so much more confidence while serving. I know where to go, how to help, and how to approach people.
Saturday is our children's ministry in Los Galpones. Like the homeless ministry, this time around was even better for me than my first visit. I still see the same yearning for love. Two boys particularly stuck out to me. One young boy kept kicking the soccer ball as hard as he could, sometimes into others' backyards, sometimes into others' faces. Later, however, he asked me to play soccer, and when I said I had to help somewhere else, he insisted that I played (so I eventually did). The other boy was a teenager who tried to be rude while we were playing soccer, but by the end when we were cleaning up, he put the last chair up on the table for me. You see, they try to push our love away, but we remain persistent. Sooner or later, they realize we offer genuine love, and they want it!
At night, we went to a new youth group meeting where we will be going for the rest of our time here. Because I have been here for over a week, I thought I had experienced everything in our weekly schedule, but this meeting was a wonderful first-time experience! The worship was so great. They were all songs I had never heard before (there are a lot of songs here that I know in English but have been translated). The people are so kind. Instead of just saying hi, they stayed and got to know us. Because our usual interpreters were not with us, I got to practice my Spanish a lot! That resulted in a few extremely embarrassing moments, but they are memories that Anna and I will not forget! Let's just say I mixed up "de nada" which means "you're welcome" with "de nata" which means "cream."
The main worship leader was particularly welcoming. He knew a lot of worship songs in English, so we all went on stage to the piano after the meeting and sang with him! It was sooo much fun. We were all singing and harmonizing, and I even got the chance to play my harmonica finally! Later, he asked us about our churches back home and how we realized our callings to come here. We were one of the last ones to leave, but our time still felt cut short! We cannot wait to return next week :)
Praise God, my understanding of the Spanish here has been improving significantly. Prayers for time efficiency would be greatly appreciated so that I can be in the Word daily and continue updating this blog while maintaining a healthy sleep schedule. Thanks again for everyone's support!! Please send me any prayer requests if you have any!!
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Starving Children
On my first full day here, we spent our morning in "los galpones" which is one of the dirtiest and most poverty-stricken parts of the city. There, I encountered dozens of starving children. Thanks be to God, we brought them exactly what they need. We brought torta (cake), mate (tea), and pasta (...lunch), but what they really needed and expected from us was amor (love). I know some of you are reading this and thinking: "Really? It doesn't get much cheesier than that." Let me explain.
These children live in environments where they are abused on every level by their families, neighbors, and even strangers. Most of them live in small houses and sleep in one bedroom where everything their parents do takes place. This includes dealing drugs, taking drugs, and having sex. In this neighborhood, there are no rules. The kids are violent. They throw rocks and hit each other. The kids are loud. They start arguments which turn into pure screaming. The kids are uncontrollable. No matter how much you try to physically keep them from fighting, they keep going until they want to stop. The kids are ungrateful. After spending our whole morning there just to bring them food, drinks, crafts, and soccer, while we were doing the dishes in preparation to leave, I heard what sounded like gunshots when some children began throwing heavy rocks onto the metal roof.
The kids are suffering from so much more than physical hunger. They are starving for love. I can tell by the way they come running to the volunteers and give them a kiss (the common Argentinian greeting). I can tell by the way they got my soccer pinny and even exchanged it for me because the first one was too small. I can tell by the way they just walk up to a volunteer, hug them, and walk away without exchanging even one word. Picture that. It is so powerful. They are so deprived from love, but they know that we offer it. They know because CFCI (Christ for the City International) has been there for three years. They know because CFCI has spent money on buying a house, new tables, plates, and cups, only to have it all stolen multiple times. They know because-- as violent, loud, uncontrollable and ungrateful as they are-- CFCI comes back. Our mission is to help the spiritually suffering where no one else wants to. Why? Because that is what Jesus did.
Romans 5:8
These children live in environments where they are abused on every level by their families, neighbors, and even strangers. Most of them live in small houses and sleep in one bedroom where everything their parents do takes place. This includes dealing drugs, taking drugs, and having sex. In this neighborhood, there are no rules. The kids are violent. They throw rocks and hit each other. The kids are loud. They start arguments which turn into pure screaming. The kids are uncontrollable. No matter how much you try to physically keep them from fighting, they keep going until they want to stop. The kids are ungrateful. After spending our whole morning there just to bring them food, drinks, crafts, and soccer, while we were doing the dishes in preparation to leave, I heard what sounded like gunshots when some children began throwing heavy rocks onto the metal roof.
The kids are suffering from so much more than physical hunger. They are starving for love. I can tell by the way they come running to the volunteers and give them a kiss (the common Argentinian greeting). I can tell by the way they got my soccer pinny and even exchanged it for me because the first one was too small. I can tell by the way they just walk up to a volunteer, hug them, and walk away without exchanging even one word. Picture that. It is so powerful. They are so deprived from love, but they know that we offer it. They know because CFCI (Christ for the City International) has been there for three years. They know because CFCI has spent money on buying a house, new tables, plates, and cups, only to have it all stolen multiple times. They know because-- as violent, loud, uncontrollable and ungrateful as they are-- CFCI comes back. Our mission is to help the spiritually suffering where no one else wants to. Why? Because that is what Jesus did.
Do not forget: we are all starving children without knowing and understanding what Christ did for us. The team here has has sacrificed an unbelievable amount to stay in “los galpones,” but after every single painful visit, they know that it is only a weak analogue for the sacrifice Christ made for us, how much pain he went through for us, how uncontrollable we are, how dirty we are, and how ungrateful we are. YET, He loves us unconditionally.
Romans 5:8
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
1 John 4:19
1 John 4:19
We love because He first loved us.
Saturday, June 13, 2015
First Prayer Requests
I have arrived safely to my host family's home! As you can expect, my last few days before leaving were fairly busy and my first 24 hours here have been packed! In this post, I will explain what I will need prayer for throughout my time in Argentina. I will most likely need constant prayer in these areas and, therefore, will not list them in my prayer requests repeatedly.
1. Spanish. I originally wanted to ask for confidence in speaking Spanish because my lack of experience in speaking with authentic Spanish-speakers makes me awfully shy, afraid to ask questions, and too focuses on my mistakes. However, since arriving, my real prayer request is for understanding. I used to feel that my understanding was better than my speaking, but it is unbelievably difficult for me to understand most of what is being said here. In addition to my limited vocabulary, I think my understanding is most heavily influenced by the Argentine accent, native slang, and the different verb tense that they use. Please pray for understanding so I can communicate with nationals with ease and without assistance which takes away from other ministry my teammates can be doing. (But praise God for four great English-speakers who have already been so helpful!)
2. Team cohesiveness. Because I am entering a new culture with only one girl from a different culture than mine, I am a little worried about the potential for conflict. It is so easy for any action to be mistaken or considered offensive. Please pray for patience, understanding, and humility for all parties involved.
3. Health and Safety. Last summer, I sacrificed my health in many areas for various reasons. I have already seen how difficult maintaining my health will be for me considering the cultural differences like small breakfasts, shorter night's sleeps with naps, and late dinners. Please pray that, this summer, I take care of my body by getting sufficient sleep, eating well and not too much, and exercising regularly. Also, because I am in a new country, there are dangers that I may be unaware of, so please pray for protection. I feel so strongly about this because of 1 Corinthians 6:19-20. "Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore, honor God with your bodies."
4. Guidance. I need guidance every day. I will be meeting and passing many, many people these upcoming months. Please pray for the Lord’s clear guidance in terms of whom to speak to and what to say. Only the Lord knows what each and every person needs.
5. Understanding. While Skyping with some of the Argentinian CFCI coordinators about a week ago, they mentioned that their church is a little more on the charismatic side. For those of you who do not know, charismatic churches focus more on the spiritual gifts of the Holy Spirit like healing, prophecy, and speaking and interpreting “tongues.” “Tongues” are described as foreign languages-- sometimes Earthly and sometimes Heavenly-- that the Holy Spirit speaks through you. I know it sounds very strange; it is very strange to me, too! That is why I am asking for prayer in understanding. Please pray for firmness in the order that the Bible declares in this area, yet openness in how the Bible is lived out in a way I have not yet witnessed.
Thank you to all for taking the time to read my blog and pray for me! I am so grateful and I know the Lord is using your prayers! If you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing, please comment or send me an e-mail at Sara.Hayduchok@gmail.com
1. Spanish. I originally wanted to ask for confidence in speaking Spanish because my lack of experience in speaking with authentic Spanish-speakers makes me awfully shy, afraid to ask questions, and too focuses on my mistakes. However, since arriving, my real prayer request is for understanding. I used to feel that my understanding was better than my speaking, but it is unbelievably difficult for me to understand most of what is being said here. In addition to my limited vocabulary, I think my understanding is most heavily influenced by the Argentine accent, native slang, and the different verb tense that they use. Please pray for understanding so I can communicate with nationals with ease and without assistance which takes away from other ministry my teammates can be doing. (But praise God for four great English-speakers who have already been so helpful!)
2. Team cohesiveness. Because I am entering a new culture with only one girl from a different culture than mine, I am a little worried about the potential for conflict. It is so easy for any action to be mistaken or considered offensive. Please pray for patience, understanding, and humility for all parties involved.
3. Health and Safety. Last summer, I sacrificed my health in many areas for various reasons. I have already seen how difficult maintaining my health will be for me considering the cultural differences like small breakfasts, shorter night's sleeps with naps, and late dinners. Please pray that, this summer, I take care of my body by getting sufficient sleep, eating well and not too much, and exercising regularly. Also, because I am in a new country, there are dangers that I may be unaware of, so please pray for protection. I feel so strongly about this because of 1 Corinthians 6:19-20. "Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore, honor God with your bodies."
4. Guidance. I need guidance every day. I will be meeting and passing many, many people these upcoming months. Please pray for the Lord’s clear guidance in terms of whom to speak to and what to say. Only the Lord knows what each and every person needs.
5. Understanding. While Skyping with some of the Argentinian CFCI coordinators about a week ago, they mentioned that their church is a little more on the charismatic side. For those of you who do not know, charismatic churches focus more on the spiritual gifts of the Holy Spirit like healing, prophecy, and speaking and interpreting “tongues.” “Tongues” are described as foreign languages-- sometimes Earthly and sometimes Heavenly-- that the Holy Spirit speaks through you. I know it sounds very strange; it is very strange to me, too! That is why I am asking for prayer in understanding. Please pray for firmness in the order that the Bible declares in this area, yet openness in how the Bible is lived out in a way I have not yet witnessed.
Thank you to all for taking the time to read my blog and pray for me! I am so grateful and I know the Lord is using your prayers! If you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing, please comment or send me an e-mail at Sara.Hayduchok@gmail.com
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Miracles already?!
As some of my friends know, as recently as one week ago, my fundraising was doing extremely poorly. I had not bought my plane ticket, I had no one to sublet from me at my apartment at school, I had less than half of my funds raised, and my family could not afford to support or cover me. In the back of my mind (and in the forefront of some of my prayers) was the question: "should I really be going on this trip?" Was God telling me that He did not want me to go? Would it be better for my family if I stayed at home? Should I stay in Delaware and work for the Summer?
In response to these questions, I felt convicted to ask myself: "Is that putting my life and my family members' lives above the lives and souls of so many others?" Am I comparing my temporary physical needs to others' eternal spiritual needs? Am I being selfish? Am I lacking trust in His power? I decided time would tell what God's will really was.
Last Sunday, I went to my last True Life Church service before leaving for the Summer. We had been studying the Book of James, and that week, we were studying James 2:14-26. The focus was really on verse 17: "So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead." James 2:17 and the surrounding passage is often used to support the belief that salvation is earned through works, contrary to other parts of the Bible like Ephesians 2:8-9, which says, "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith-- and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God-- not by works, so that no one can boast." But instead, my pastor focused on the faith that carries us to day to day, not the eternal faith we have that Jesus died and rose again for us to know Him. My pastor focused on the actions we take to obey God and love others. He spoke about how we can have an active faith, one that takes real risks and trusts God. If we truly have faith and trust in Him, we are willing to perform those seemingly impossible works.
This sermon, for the first time, hit my heart right in the bullseye. Some of my friends always say that the messages they hear on Sunday are so perfectly timed to help them through their immediate struggles. I had just been thinking the prior night how that never seems to happen to me. But God is always faithful (a lesson I constantly need to be reminded of). I decided that I would take a risk and do whatever it would take to go. If God decided to close the door, so be it. But if I did not go, it would not be caused by my lack of effort or faith.
Just a few days later, I decided to finally buy my plane tickets (less than two weeks before the planned departure). I knew that ticket prices always skyrocket as you get closer to the date of your departure, but I was shocked when I looked at the schedule on my computer screen. Since scoping out the prices three months ago, the price had actually dropped by $500. How unexpected is that?! What an incredible blessing! Two days after I bought my ticket, I found out that I was fully funded. Allow me to say that again. Only four days after my re-commitment to go to Argentina, God provided full funding in unpredictable ways. (Shout-out to Ogletown Baptist Church's young adults group whose members were so quick to support me financially for this trip!) I feel that God has provided for me more than just tangibly, but also spiritually. I feel reaffirmed in my calling to go to Argentina this Summer. I know that God has big plans in store for this Summer, and I'm excited to be shocked again by His unpredictable nature.
1 Corinthians 2:9 "However, as it is written: 'What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived' -- the things God has prepared for those who love him--"
In response to these questions, I felt convicted to ask myself: "Is that putting my life and my family members' lives above the lives and souls of so many others?" Am I comparing my temporary physical needs to others' eternal spiritual needs? Am I being selfish? Am I lacking trust in His power? I decided time would tell what God's will really was.
Last Sunday, I went to my last True Life Church service before leaving for the Summer. We had been studying the Book of James, and that week, we were studying James 2:14-26. The focus was really on verse 17: "So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead." James 2:17 and the surrounding passage is often used to support the belief that salvation is earned through works, contrary to other parts of the Bible like Ephesians 2:8-9, which says, "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith-- and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God-- not by works, so that no one can boast." But instead, my pastor focused on the faith that carries us to day to day, not the eternal faith we have that Jesus died and rose again for us to know Him. My pastor focused on the actions we take to obey God and love others. He spoke about how we can have an active faith, one that takes real risks and trusts God. If we truly have faith and trust in Him, we are willing to perform those seemingly impossible works.
This sermon, for the first time, hit my heart right in the bullseye. Some of my friends always say that the messages they hear on Sunday are so perfectly timed to help them through their immediate struggles. I had just been thinking the prior night how that never seems to happen to me. But God is always faithful (a lesson I constantly need to be reminded of). I decided that I would take a risk and do whatever it would take to go. If God decided to close the door, so be it. But if I did not go, it would not be caused by my lack of effort or faith.
Just a few days later, I decided to finally buy my plane tickets (less than two weeks before the planned departure). I knew that ticket prices always skyrocket as you get closer to the date of your departure, but I was shocked when I looked at the schedule on my computer screen. Since scoping out the prices three months ago, the price had actually dropped by $500. How unexpected is that?! What an incredible blessing! Two days after I bought my ticket, I found out that I was fully funded. Allow me to say that again. Only four days after my re-commitment to go to Argentina, God provided full funding in unpredictable ways. (Shout-out to Ogletown Baptist Church's young adults group whose members were so quick to support me financially for this trip!) I feel that God has provided for me more than just tangibly, but also spiritually. I feel reaffirmed in my calling to go to Argentina this Summer. I know that God has big plans in store for this Summer, and I'm excited to be shocked again by His unpredictable nature.
1 Corinthians 2:9 "However, as it is written: 'What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived' -- the things God has prepared for those who love him--"
The Lowdown on This Trip and This Blog
Hello! I wanted to say a few words about what my trip entails, why I chose it, and what I plan to write in this blog.
This Trip: I am spending two months in the city of Córdoba, Argentina with Christ for the City International, or CFCI. I am not going with my church or school or even a specific program. I am going to fulfill this organizations request for volunteers to help with administration and marketing, which is what I am currently studying at the University of Delaware: Management and Marketing with a minor in Spanish. I will be there at the same time as one other girl, Anna, who is from Michigan. We have only met over Facebook, and I'm pretty stoked to spend the Summer with her. We are staying with the family of two of the coordinators that we will be working with on a daily basis. They have one daughter and one son. I seem to have a lot of similar interests in music and sports that my future host family has, so I am extremely excited to live with them.
We will be working with marketing and social media, creating informational packets and pamphlets, and assisting with a number of different ministries. These include sports' ministry on Mondays, homeless ministry on Wednesdays and Fridays, and children's ministry on Saturdays. CFCI is also hoping to start an English-speaking church/ministry on Sundays that we will have the opportunity to help start as well.
After last Summer in the Philippines with the International Missions Board and Nehemiah Teams, I realized the crucial importance of missions and the calling Jesus gave us. As a business major, I knew that Summer internships were expected between your junior and senior years, so I had this Summer to do missions and be a part of God making an eternal difference in history once again. I chose This Trip after applying to three others. (Thank you to all of you who filled out those recommendations!) I realized that I wanted to go to a Spanish-speaking country because I wanted to use that gift that God gave me to serve Him, and I also wanted to refine that gift to use in the future. I also ideally wanted to go on a trip that incorporated business for the same reason: to use and refine what God had given me. On the shallower side of my decision, I knew I specifically wanted to go to South America, rather than Central America, to come closer to checking off my bucket-list item of visiting all seven continents (two more to go after this Summer).
This Blog: I am planning on using This Blog to share what God is doing in Argentina. I am planning on using This Blog to recall unique experiences I have there. I am planning on using This Blog to update prayer requests. I am planning on using This Blog to be transparent about the questions I face and struggles I encounter. Please feel free to comment or send me any questions you have. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you will continue to support me throughout this experience.
This Trip: I am spending two months in the city of Córdoba, Argentina with Christ for the City International, or CFCI. I am not going with my church or school or even a specific program. I am going to fulfill this organizations request for volunteers to help with administration and marketing, which is what I am currently studying at the University of Delaware: Management and Marketing with a minor in Spanish. I will be there at the same time as one other girl, Anna, who is from Michigan. We have only met over Facebook, and I'm pretty stoked to spend the Summer with her. We are staying with the family of two of the coordinators that we will be working with on a daily basis. They have one daughter and one son. I seem to have a lot of similar interests in music and sports that my future host family has, so I am extremely excited to live with them.
We will be working with marketing and social media, creating informational packets and pamphlets, and assisting with a number of different ministries. These include sports' ministry on Mondays, homeless ministry on Wednesdays and Fridays, and children's ministry on Saturdays. CFCI is also hoping to start an English-speaking church/ministry on Sundays that we will have the opportunity to help start as well.
After last Summer in the Philippines with the International Missions Board and Nehemiah Teams, I realized the crucial importance of missions and the calling Jesus gave us. As a business major, I knew that Summer internships were expected between your junior and senior years, so I had this Summer to do missions and be a part of God making an eternal difference in history once again. I chose This Trip after applying to three others. (Thank you to all of you who filled out those recommendations!) I realized that I wanted to go to a Spanish-speaking country because I wanted to use that gift that God gave me to serve Him, and I also wanted to refine that gift to use in the future. I also ideally wanted to go on a trip that incorporated business for the same reason: to use and refine what God had given me. On the shallower side of my decision, I knew I specifically wanted to go to South America, rather than Central America, to come closer to checking off my bucket-list item of visiting all seven continents (two more to go after this Summer).
This Blog: I am planning on using This Blog to share what God is doing in Argentina. I am planning on using This Blog to recall unique experiences I have there. I am planning on using This Blog to update prayer requests. I am planning on using This Blog to be transparent about the questions I face and struggles I encounter. Please feel free to comment or send me any questions you have. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you will continue to support me throughout this experience.
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