Food, Friends, Marriage Talk and Jesus

Me, Jenna, Lili, and Emily on a ferry to Amelia Island

It's Monday morning, and I'm reflecting on how incredible of a weekend I just finished. It was a weekend filled with quality time with some of the most incredible woman I could have been blessed with as friends. In 2012 I moved to Jacksonville Beach, FL having almost no connections within the city, I had no job, no church, no family and very few friends there (other than the incredible Young family.) I knew that if I was going to have to be ok living there, I would need to find a church and make some friends. I went to a church service with the Young's on Easter and it was amazing to see over 40 people get baptized within the one service. This is just the start of the blessing I would receive from this congregation. After that service I immediately emailed to get plugged in to a small group. Very soon after I received an email from the leader of the group Emily, who would later become one of my best friends I could ever have. I met this group of women and they welcomed me in with open arms. Though many came and went there was a group of 4 of us that remained the same. Emily, Jenna, Lili and I not only laughed and enjoyed each others company, but we have sharpened each other and gotten to see the Lord work in and through our friendship.

Emily, me, and Jenna this weekend

In June 2013, I moved back to Tennessee to work within another school offered through the organization of Youth With a Mission. Though I know it was the Lord's leading, it has been a very difficult time in my life because all of my best friends were so far from where I was. I seriously had to learn (and still am learning) to rely on God as my friend, my companion, my fulfillment and my love. Though I've had good friends here in Tennessee, I know the Lord gave me those women as a gift and couldn't wait to have time with them again when I moved back to Jax Beach.

Due to many different reason I've not returned back to Jax Beach, so it had been almost 8 months since seeing my dear friends. This weekend put to end the wait of seeing my friends Jenna, and Emily as they flew in to Nashville to visit me for the weekend (and Lili will be flying in this next month). It was filled with so much laughter, food, and unforgettable dancing. We made the decision that it would be more about quality time than what we did. So we were never rushed and took our time to just enjoy every

Sopapilla Cheesecake

moment from sitting in the apartment and chatting to listening to the incredible musicians at BBKings Blues Bar, we couldn't have asked for a better time.

Along with the adventurous trips to Nashville, and eating in many different restaurants our conversations were something to be cherished. One common thread through a lot of our conversation was "marriage," from what we want in our husbands to what  does biblical marriage look like. It was funny even the sermon at church this weekend consisted of a man's and woman's role within marriage. It was nice to chat with women in the same shoes as me and hear her perspective and even that we are sharing in the battle, and questions.

Time finally came to say goodbye after church but of course we had to end with more food, and another trip to Opryland hotel to waste a little time before they had to check in to the airport. So Thai food it was. Can we say delicious? But while at Opryland Hotel we just were wandering in and out of the stores when all of a sudden two men walked by one dressed in a centurion outfit and the other dressed as Jesus. They so kindly waived to us. But Emily and I decided we didn't want to just let them pass without getting a picture with them. So Haylee and Jenna following closely behind us while Emily and I literally were running after "Jesus." We finally reached them and asked if they'd be willing to take a picture with us and they very kindly accepted. By the way, they weren't just weirdos ha, they worked as characters within the Holy Land Experience in Orlando, FL. After taking the picture I got to ask them if they were truly believers in Christ and their response was "I don't know how we could even think of playing the roles we play without having an active relationship with the Lord." They followed by asking us a few questions that lead to me sharing what the Lord has called me to. What was cool, is that after they heard the gentleman dressed as Jesus then asked if he could pray a blessing over my life and calling. Yes, he was just a man, but that's the point, his heart was in service to the Lord. While he prayed he prayed protection over my heart and purity, and prayed for my "helpmate."Again tying into that thread through the weekend. Can I say how much of a blessing it was?

Well, now it's Monday like I said earlier and I to get my morning started read from "My Utmost for His Highest," and today it talked about sacrifice. Again taking me to the thought about marriage. But this time look at the relationship between God and his Bride. What a perfect example! Oswald chambers said "I don't throw my life away, but I willingly and deliberately lay it down for Him and His interests in other people," referring to John 15:13. This has always been my perspective on my relationship with the Lord, that when you love someone you want to lay down your life in service/sacrifice. In fact, Emily and I even discussed these exact things being the same in marriage, that selfishness is one of the main reasons marriages fail today.

Last group picture of the weekend: Emily, Haylee, me, and Jenna

So to wrap up, I hope that I can do just that. Give up my life in service to others. I know there is still so much selfish habits in my life and I pray the Lord will continue to teach me to mold me into the woman he made me to be, so I can be prepared for the gift of marriage.

I am thankful that Jesus did allow me to discuss some of the thoughts on marriage this weekend through quality time with friends while eating good food. :)

Are you listening?

My new tattoo that is a depiction of Isaiah 6:8

Isaiah 6:8

"And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here I am! Send me.”

Sayra's story

Have you ever had an evening of story telling? I am finding that it is something I quite enjoy! Hearing others stories and telling mine. Though I recognize I talk a lot and have always had a problem letting others share, it is something I have grown tremendously in and am learning more and more every day what it means to listen.

The other day I got to do just that… I baked some banana chocolate chip bread, brewed some decaf coffee, and waited for my sister to return with her old friend and my new friend named Sayra. We got to sit and listen to Sayra’s story (btw, I’m not going to share much of her story because it’s her story to tell) and my heart went out to her for many different reasons some of which was because I could relate to her from my experiences. Although there was a lot I could relate to, one specific thing that I could not relate to was the fact that she wasn’t a citizen of the U.S. and for most years of her life she was an illegal immigrant. This wasn’t something she planned for herself, or even a result of her decisions, actually all of her siblings were born here in the U.S., so out of her siblings she is the only one with this battle in life. After paying a lot of money out of pocket she was able to obtain a working permit that allows her to work here in the U.S. legally, but it is only good for 2 years and she isn’t allowed to leave the country. If she were to leave the country she would give up her rights to be here with her family and the only life she has ever known. Now many Americans would take this the political route and only focus on the fact that she was illegal for many years, but let me tell you something else about her story.

She told me about the first time she’d ever heard a missionary’s testimony. Coming from the Catholic Hispanic background, when she would hear missionary she pictured a nun doing all the work. She never realized that it was something she too could do.  So from that day on whenever asked what she wanted to be when she grew up it was a missionary. I would say she was called out in that service. After hearing her story, when I asked her ‘what was stopping her from pursuing a life as a missionary?’ She reminded me about the not being able to leave the country due to her citizenship situation.  This now showed me she didn’t only want to be a missionary, but she wanted to be a foreign missionary.

Listening to the Call

This morning I woke up with a lot on my mind due to a night full of vivid dreams. I was waiting for the little girl I baby sit to arrive, when I got a text explaining she wouldn't be here today. Well, since I was up so early and had already taken time to get ready, there was no going back to sleep. I felt the tug to spend my morning seeking the Lord. I opened my "My Utmost for His Highest," and read the devotion for January 14 (since thats today). You know what its title was? "Called by God." Instantly, I knew that the Lord wanted to speak. So I started to blog, because I've found I receive a lot when I reflect on how/what God has been speaking to me as of late. The scripture that was tied to this passage by Oswald Chambers, was Isaiah 6:8. Which hit me even more since I just got this passage tattooed this past weekend. I wanted this scripture because it reminded me of missions. I mean seriously, how often do you hear missionaries quote this?? "Here am I, Send me!" It's a common occurrence. Here's the thing, it is so much deeper than that, in fact it isn't even what he said that we should be paying attention to. It was that Isaiah listened to the Lord. He didn't act out of his own motives to impress the Lord, it was merely a response to the Lord's Call! He was doing exactly what God made him to do. That was to be in relationship with Him. As I was reflecting on that scripture, the Lord reminded me of  the story from 1 Samuel 3:4-10:

"Then the Lord called Samuel, and he said, "Here I am !" and ran to Eli and said "Here I am, for you called me." But he said, "I did not call; lie down again." So he went and lay down. 

And the Lord called again, "Samuel!" and Samuel arose and went to Eli and said, "Here I am, for you called me." But he said, "I did not call, my son; lie down again." Now Samuel did not yet know the Lord, and the word of Lord had not yet been revealed to him. 

And the Lord called Samuel again the third time. And he arose and went to Eli and said, " Here I am, for you called me." The Eli perceived that the Lord was calling the boy. Therefore Eli said to Samuel, "Go, lie down, and if he calls you, you shall say, 'Speak, Lord, for your servant hears.'" So Samuel went and lay down in his place. 
And the Lord came and stood, calling as at other times, "Samuel! Samuel!" And Samuel said, "Speak, for your servant hears."

Samuel was literally born into a consecration. He existed to serve the Lord, but here you see that he listened and at first didn't realize that it was his Lord calling to him. He heard the voice so clearly, but wasn't in close enough relationship yet to be able to identify His voice. He had to learn to listen. The other thing we see is that he was "called" as well. 

Many times today Christians look at the prophets of the Bible in amazement that they heard from the Lord, and their call was so great. That's just it though... they learned to listen. I think they wanted to hear! No one can force you to listen. It takes discipline, it takes the choice to lay self down. 

Responding to your Sayra

For me, after listening Sayra's story, I realized that she has a heart for foreign missions. It's all she's ever wanted to do with her life. I am now helping her obtain her God given dream. Honestly, all she wants to do is respond to the "call on her life." Since, I have had some experience in speaking with embassy's and problem solving with visa issues I am now looking in to how legally she can do what God has laid on her heart. As you can see, I am excited to gather information to help make this possible for her. Had I not listened, and instead been self-absorbed I'd never be able to know of ways that I can possibly assist.

So, I ask you are you listening? Are you available? It may be God has you in a specific place for a reason. If you aren't listening then you may miss the very mission available to you in the moment. 

Your Eyes Are Amazing!

The other day I was watching TV with my brother and the commercial for Centrum Silver came on and within it it claimed;

“Your eyes.  Even at a distance of 10 miles, the length of 146 football fields, they can see the light of a single candle.”

I thought it was an amazing fact, and made me really be amazed in the creativity of God in how perfect and wonderfully He made the human body. What is even more incredible about that, is that their advertising departments math was a little off on their figures…“Based on several studies, in the right conditions (total darkness, no atmospheric conditions or the curve of the horizon to obscure the view), a healthy human eye can detect the light of a single candle from between 15 and 30 miles away.  Since 146 football fields is only 8.3 miles, this statement, whether for 8.3 miles or for 10 miles, appears to be true based on published studies.” CAN.WE.SAY.WOW! Needless to say, that commercial really stuck with me, so their advertising really did do their jobs. Now let me shift this subject just a little bit…

… As we know it has been the Christmas season and many churches do a candle light service. Not being sure whether I’d even been to one before, I got to attend one with my mom and my step-dad. Through most of the service I was like “this is very corny”, us all sitting around singing Christmas songs felt like a bunch of parrot’s sitting in a building mimicking what we’ve heard through most of our lives. I felt it lacked passion, heart, and honestly any authenticity. (which sadly was me being sinful, and judgmental, please forgive me). So the service continued on and I thought it was amazing when the pastor pulled all the kids up on the stage to share the Christmas story with them like he were in his own living room with his kids or grand kids. Then of course after the Christmas story it was now time to do the candle lighting after some instruction. We walked up and got our individual candles, all the lights still being on, and waited for everyone to be in place with candles in hand. It was time, all the electrical lights were shut off and one candle was lit. Now, being a fairly observant person, I couldn’t help but to notice that the one candle was enough light to see in the entire sanctuary! One light! Then the light in the room was rapidly multiplying as each person turned to the person beside them and helped in lighting their candle, and then they would then pass it on. This continued until every persons candle was lit.

In the midst of the lighting it happened… the Holy Spirit started speaking to me. As I was watching the room get brighter and brighter He said “See how each person makes a big difference?” Tears started welling up in my eyes, because it was the first time I’ve ever had a visual display of how each person in the Kingdom of Christ really does make a difference.

Now let’s shift again, on to tonight as I was prepping to lead worship for this Sunday, I started just playing and singing spontaneously what has been running through my mind and I was reminded of the scripture Matthew 5:14-16 which says,

“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; 15 nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. 16 Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.”

Just the reflecting on this scripture I wrote this:

If we are a city on a hill
 then they’ll be looking to see what we’re doing
If we are light that’s shining high
then where we are darkness should be expelled 
it’s gotta make you question
It’s gotta make you question
 How are we living
 What are we saying 
To awaken a dying generation 
to know death has been beaten
 How are we serving
 What are we doing 
To be that light in the world 
and that city on a hill 
It’s really gotta make you question

I have obviously been taken back by this thought. God created our eyes to be physically remarkable, but He created our spirits to be as well. I believe our spirits see so much more than we realize, because out of the conditions of our spirits our souls (will, mind and emotions) react, and out of our soul our bodies react.  If the physical eye can see light, then don’t you think that spiritually us being light in this dark world, those around us will be able to see us no matter where we are. Imagine if we worked together instead of against each other. So many times we are more busy trying to extinguish other lights around us instead of fanning the flames!

I don’t know about you, but I know that I want to be that person that is the light in the darkness, and is shinning so brightly that my “good works” will point others to “glorify” my “Father!” I was so aware in that church service how human I am, but through the lighting of the candles, and the centrum silver commercial, I am also fully aware that God made me for a specific purpose and it’s to be that light no matter whether I am here at home, or in a closed nation. I also know for a fact that He is waiting on you to be available to be used by Him, after all your eyes are amazing too!

"If I can do it for them, then can't I do it for you?"

Well, I sit here in amazement of God's faithfulness in Ft.Lauderdale Airport as I wait for my next flight.

We started our journey last night in Lima, Peru at 10:00pm Sunday as we said goodbye and loaded in the van for one last trip to the airport. We got inside and everything was very rushed as we were told our flight was already loading. The line was empty but of course going through immigration check-points took forever. I don't know that I've ever went through such a long process to get to my gate. We ran through everything only to find out they weren't actually loading yet. Finally, we get on the plane and are waiting thinking more people are going to load and to find out the plane literally had only 30 passengers including us. So that's right we got to all have our own rows and lay down a good percentage of the flight. (favor of he Lord!) The only downfall of the flight is while we were distending the pressure in the cabin was so bad that I was almost in tears with pain. (please pray as I am still in pain from it at this very moment at 2:51pm Monday).

So now being in the U.S., we knew that we'd have to go through re-entry and back to the ticket counter because we had to change airlines we got the surprise of signs notating that we'd have to pay for our baggage. Well, being the person who has handling all our money, I knew we didn't have it in our budget to eat and pay for those bags. So I did everything I could think of; called our travel agent (who only confirmed that every airline is different and we'd have to pay it), went to the ticket counter to see if there was any waiver they'd be willing to offer (only to be denied), and finally then called Michael our school leader to see if the base could do anything because we literally didn't have enough money. After some time, we got the thumbs up that the base could use the credit card to pay for our bags, but me knowing that we didn't have anymore money in the budget I was saddened.

Well, a little while later, Sahara (one of the co-leaders) and I were sitting and watching a show and I started remembering all the stories of friends who went to the airport knowing it's where God wanted them and just expected God to show up with the necessary funds to get them from A to B. I then heard a still quiet voice say... "if I can do it for them, then can't I do it for you?" I then had such a peace knowing that something miraculous was going to happen, that somehow we were not going to have to pay for our bags. Some time went by and I shared with Sahara's husband Ryan that I felt like the Lord was going to do something, like we weren't going to have to pay. A little while later the time has come for us to be able to check-in, and I communicate with the students if any of them have the money to pay that would be great because it'd be nice to take as much of the burden off the base as possible, and those of us who couldn't pay at the moment would raise the necessary funds to cover what the base had to cover. More the half of the team was able to cover themselves so we head for the ticket counter knowing 2 of us would be covered by the base, and the rest would be paying for their own bags. Next thing I know, a lady behind the counter looks directly at me and says "do you need some help?", and I explained that I knew I was going to have to pay for a couple bags and ... she cut me off, saying  "come let me help you." She takes the information and she looks up at me and says you don't have to pay for anything. She said "if you were to check-in on the kiosk you would have to pay but I was able to catch the charges," so we waived the rest of the team over and she handled all the ticketing. I couldn't believe it. The lady didn't say anything to anyone else ahead of us, but looked directly at me. I knew it was exactly the thing God mentioned to me earlier in the day. I was soo amazed! God is incredibly faithful. Then to top it off... it's time for us to go through security for one last time where I knew it was such a hassle and I just said I really don't have want to take my computer out again, and my shoes off, then some how I (along with a few others on the team) got moved to the quick line where I didn't have to take my computer out, didn't have to take my shoes off, and didn't have go through the full body scan. Thank you Jesus!

Needless to say, though this trip has been very long and we still have 6 hours before we are actually home, and I am still in pain I have seen the beauty of God's faithfulness, and favor!

Journey... thanks

Today has left me realizing how thankful I am for the life God has blessed me with!

I am writing right now from Lima, Peru! This is the 9th country I've gotten to travel to in my short 27 years of life. Though I do know more people that have travelled to many more than that in less year, I realize how much of an honor it is to get to share life, and culture with people from other nations. I am in the minority when it comes to things I've gotten to experience in my life. This time last year I was in amazement that I was again full-time in ministry and God was doing incredible things! Now, a year later, I am still in that place. I have gotten to travel to 3 nations in 1 year! I have gotten to see God heal people, Him transform peoples lives, and fall deeper in love with Jesus. I am so blessed! 

Tonight as we sat at the dinner table in Chili's in Lima, Peru. Our school leader Michael (who is visiting our team from the U.S.) explained how he's never been on a trip where his team was taken out to a nice dinner (like Chili's) but a local from the country he was serving in. His exact words,  "this is favor of the Lord." It really got me thinking... I have gotten to experience this in almost every country I've been to. I have been to restaurant/ hotels/ homes etc. far more lavish than I've ever seen in the U.S. while I've been in other countries. I am amazed! God has opened some incredible doors in my life and want to boast on how thankful I am to Him! I am most amazed that God has taken a young woman, who used to be so lost, and has put her on a path where she is now getting to pour into other young people's lives. Yes, I am talking about myself! 

5 years ago this time of the year, I was in my last month of college. I was looking at all my options... get my masters, work for a cruise line, get a job, and a about a month later the option go into YWAM popped up. I never would have thought in my last semester of college this is where my life would be. For those of you who do not know, I got my degree in Broadcasting/Media. Since graduating I've not used my degree at all, but while I've been here in Peru I actually got to be on air on a Peruvian radio station, and I got to sing. What? There goes that favor of the Lord again! No, I am not in full use of my degree, but I can say that since graduating college almost 5 years ago, I have gotten to use my voice. 

The majority of my years in college I was voiceless. Meaning, I didn't have authority to speak on anything. I didn't sing, I didn't teach, I didn't stand up for what I believe in and so on. Over the last few years I've found my voice. In fact, my voice is exactly what God has gifted me to use! I am worshiper, I am a singer, I am a teacher, I am a evangelist! I AM SUPPOSED TO SPEAK OUT! I am definitely not silent anymore. 

Since being here in Peru, as I write this I realize, I have been gifted in using my voice and I now am in every sense. A quick testimony... one afternoon we were doing ministry in this very busy shopping area called Gamarra, and after a skit where we normally give an explanation of the meaning of the drama, I just knew I was supposed to speak. It was like incredible knowledge/wisdom came upon me, I knew exactly what needed to be said, and as I spoke to like 30 people I could see through the testimony of my life, and the words of the father eyes were being opened to the goodness and grace of God. After my message, the ministry center had person after person coming in for prayer. I don't know the number, but I know God moved through me opening my mouth and sharing. 

I am thankful that God has been transforming me so that I am not a useful vessel for Him to use. I literally could go on forever with things I am thankful for, but instead of that allow me to express my thanks for my family and friends. It's because of many of their influences in my life that I am where I am now. I couldn't do anything God has destined me to do without them, they have played such a huge role in my life from financially supporting me to do this, or even giving room for me to grow/learn. No words can express my gratitude! I constantly hearing about the testimony of the lives of girls I've gotten to pour in to, but I know it's because of my family/friends that I was even to a point that I could even do that. So thank you to all who have played a huge piece in my life!

I love that my walk with the Lord is a journey, because along the way I get to see exactly how much he is at work. From giving me a blessing of a meal, to transforming my heart God is constantly at work in my life. It through each moment with Him that I can know for sure His promises will be fulfilled. And I can know for sure that I am able to dream big with him. I can't wait to see this time next year the stories, and transformation that I'll have. Thank you Lord for this journey you have me on! 

Worthy of our praise

Since being on the School of Worship Outreach, God has radically been working on my heart! I could never say this has been an easy trip to be on. But then again God hasn't asked us to take the easy route! After all it days say in James 1:2-4 "Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect that you may be perfect and complete lacking in nothing."  I have found this verse to be very true, since this trip so far has had trial after trial come up. It's funny how in the moments where you are really having to choose to have the right attitude and even keep the faith when things look blique, that you find God is pulling you closer, teaching you more about His character and wooing you even more into a loving relationship with Him. Even more I have been realizing utter need for Him in my life! I can't make it without Him!

Knowing a little bit about just how this trip has been a battle will give you better insight to why I say I can't help but to worship Jesus. I have been falling so in love with Him and can't imagine living my life without Him. Every time I get to lead worship the fact that God has been showing me more of himself moves me to sing, moves me to cry, moves me to shouting or even laughing out of the joy I have in Him.


I am committed to giving my whole heart to Jesus daily, I am committed to sharing His heart with others, and I am committed to learning more about His character so I too can be like the four living creatures in Revelation 4-5 being in utter amazement in every moment by the beautiful splendor of God the Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. For a few months I have been stuck thinking about how much I don't know about God in comparison to how much I do know. I desire to uncover the ministries of Him.

Leading worship at the Detroit Tent Revival

While we were in Detroit, MI one of the gentlemen, who was one of the evangelists, was sharing about Solomon when he built the alter and put himself on it humbling himself and learning to live your life on the alter of God. Calling me even more into the call to missions. In Philippians 1:21-25  it says "For me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. If I am to live in the flesh, that means fruitful labor for me. Yet which I shall choose I cannot tell. I am hard pressed between the two. My desire is to depart and be with Christ, for that is far better. But to remain in the flesh is more necessary on your account. Convinced of this, I know that I will remain and continue with you all, for your progress and joy in the faith, so that in me you may have ample cause to glory in Christ Jesus, because of my coming to you again." I understand what Paul meant! I understand why I do missions! You cannot do missions out of the right heart unless you yourself have received revelation of who Jesus is and that you have been placed on this earth for that being one of the purposes and once you receive the revelation though you can't wait to be with the Lord, you understand that you are here because He wants to use you to share His love. In other words, I have been falling more in love with God everyday and it has moved me to share Him even more! I love loving on God's people and seeing their eyes/hearts opened to His love for them!

Needless to say I have been moved deeply! I could go on forever sharing the things I have been learning in new depths. All I can say is as long as God will use me, I am going to worship and I am going to share His name because He is worthy of every breathe I have!

I surrender...

There are moments in time where you have to surrender your ideas, thoughts, dreams, and reasoning for exactly how something is going to work out.

Here I am week three in to the School of Worship that I am staffing at YWAM Nashville in Adams, TN. Why am I here? What is the purpose for me to be apart of discipling others to worship?

 For as long as I can remember God has placed a love for creativity, and music throughout my bones. I remember as a little girl 4 or 5 sitting in my room with my dad with his red little song book singing worship songs. Then jumping up to my teen years where I struggled with depression and through being involved in a music ministry called Jacob Jacket, I gained the desire to learn guitar. My parents gave it a test run by borrowing a guitar to see if it were something I'd keep up with. Well, for a solid month every day I would come home from school and sing worship songs to learn how to strum and play a song. It was a way instead of holding in my depression I was able to be set free because my focus turned to bringing more Glory to God than my situations. You can see all throughout the history of the bible how often God used worship as the first attack within warfare. There is more to worship than we as mere humans give credit to it. Over many years I have had to fight to have a voice to worship with. I personally believe there is a such an attack to prevent us from worshiping, so all I want to do is inspire others to dive deep into the relationship with God and realize that he is worthy of praise rain or shine.

Recently, I returned from Tunisia, which is predominantly a Muslim nation, and while I was there I realized again how everyone worships, no matter whether they are a Followers of Christ, or even the complete opposite side of the spectrum Atheistic. While watching the discipline and dedication a percentage of my Muslim friends, I thought about what if the population turned from all the false worship and turned to being worshipers of Jesus? And how is it that we can learn to worship in spirit and truth as the Gospel of Luke states that Jesus is seeking? I truly believe it is a process of discipleship within the community of believers, and sanctification through walking with the Lord! I want to help create the infectious heart attitude that Jesus is worthy of our full lives, and worship is that overflow.

I so desire to see hearts transformed by coming to the revelation that Jesus is Lord and Savior, then overflowing to worship Him with everything they have. I am sure to many this is me rambling, but I know God is worthy of every ounce of me being poured out for the sake of His name to get the Glory due to him. I am prepared to go wherever he sends me, and also know there is stirring for me to go overseas for a long period to pioneer a School that disciples and teaches about worship to new converts. (I will share more details as I feel the Lord releases me to share details). I am not content just sharing about Jesus and seeing them make a commitment in other countries, but I want to walk with them in the process and live life with them teaching and learning alongside them.

Last fall, I felt the Lord shared with me vision for the future and explained to start getting tools in my belt to move towards that vision. While in Tunisia, God gave me even more vision for a direction I feel he is moving me in, so staffing this School of Worship is just another piece of the puzzle, same with going to Peru to lead this schools students on an outreach. I believe its prepping me with the necessary equipment to do what he is calling me to do in North Africa. While here in the Nashville area (my home), it is necessary for me to raise more monthly financial partnerships. 

In the process of following what I feel God has called me to (which has been a whirlwind) I haven't gotten the proper chance to raise the finances required for me to do the ministry I have to been called to and have been doing for almost a year now, and God has blown me away in His faithfulness and taught me so much about it. But now I am at a point where I NEED HELP! I need a network of believers who desire to be apart of international missions to help send me out. Next year I would like to pursue  the School of Frontier Missions in Spain, and work there until I can get in to the field to pioneer the dream God has placed in my heart (which will require me to have a minimum of $2000 in support). Being monthly supported (Currently having only $300 per month committed support) I need more individuals and families to commit to being apart of this ministry. I currently need at least $750 per month, leaving me with $450 more to raise per month. Then I also need to raise the funds to pay for my plane tickets to Peru which at most will be $1,000. Anything you can do helps! 

If you'd like to be apart of the ministry through YWAM you can make checks payable to: YWAM Nashville (leaving my name off for tax-deduction receipts) and mail it to Misty Wallace c/o YWAM NASHVILLE,  PO Box 78219 Nashville, TN 37207.

If you are interested in giving through automatic bank drafting that is possible as well. Please email me at mistylwallace85@gmail.com if you have any questions or would like to meet to discuss further details in regards to what God is doing. 

Blessings!

Misty