How They Sing for Him

The dawn breaks as the birds begin their song. The woman beats her rug. The man rakes his leaves. The child scuttles down the street. Around me is hear a myrad of sounds: horns blowing, engines whispering, people shouting, and I am listening. The city has awoken.

This is the way my days have begun for the last three weeks. I will miss it. To all who prayed for us thank you so much. You have been heard. We have welcomed a brother into the family and another is on his way. Many more have heard. The seed has been planted and I ask that God would make it grow. I ask for the workers who will water it. For those who are still here, and for those who are still to come. I ask for those who do not yet believe, and for those who do and are suffering for it.

One of the lessons that I will take with me is how precious worship is. In a place where it is forbidden I cherish every moment of it. I often find myself singing in the streets and the tears just begin to flow. I cry tears of joy to be found in the arms of the one who calls himself the I Am. I cry for all those who do not know Him, or who have rejected Him. I cry for the Honor and Glory that is being stolen from Him. He has become my song.

Being a leader has been an interesting venture. One my mentors told me before I left "A true leader is one who people are willing to follow because they contain the characteristics they themselves want to have." I just ask God that He make me into this person, because contrary to popular belief I am not this person.This is not false humilty, but truth. But, through Him I can be. I need to go... Please continue to pray because we are not yet home, and the work is not yet done.

East Asia

It is all so different. The sights, the smells, it's like being in another country.

There is so much to say, I don't know where to begin. It has only been four days, but I have some stories to tell my friends when we get back. Some will make them laugh, some will get them scared, and some will make them say "Only to Eva." But in all things God is good.

The people are amazing. Some look at us and eagerly walk up wanting to meet us. Others look at us as if we were all dressed in chicken costumes. I've met some lovely ladies. We are going to get together more next week. Our first full day here Kushi told me that I was glowing. She told me I looked as if I was home. I am home. I while ago I wrote a letter to some friends about the fact that I am in the nomadic period of my life and I feared all that this might entail. But now I find peace in this because I now know where I belong. I belong on the field. Whether it be domestic or abroad. I now know for a fact that my home does not consist of four walls. It is found in the one who gave me life. It is found in the purpose for which He created me and there is great joy.

We are meeting amazing people that need to know about God. May our words be sweet as we share truth. May we find favor in their eyes. May those who need to be deaf be turned deaf, and may those who need to be turned blind be turned blind. In regards to health, some of us are still feeling the strain of travel. I love my team. They all have really stepped up to the task. I am very proud of them.

Human

It's all a facade you know. An illusion to make you sense one thing while another is occurring. But the question here is which image is reality and which one is imaginary. Am I a cynic who hides behind a smile. The joy I profess a crutch to hide away from all the wounds still left inside? Am a weakling that hides behind the soldier. Will my fear not allow me to show my faults? Am I either? Am I both? Interchanging them to fit mood and situation. It is neurotic. It is human.

My pride in which I once found solace, I now find solitude.