Su Voz

Frustraciones claman mi vida
En todo lugares hoigo sus voces
Palabras de enojo
Palabras de rincor
Palabras que destruyen
Y matan el amor

Necesito escapar
Nesesito ser librada
En mis venas corre veneno

Quita dentro de mi todo lo que engana
todo lo que maltrata
todo lo que mata
Deseo de ti
Sin ti me muero

Home?

I could never stop thanking the people who prayed for us. By their prayers we gained strength when we were weary, found grace in the eyes of the locals, and were able to have patience with each other. Thank you.

Throughout this whole journey the Lord showed Himself to us time and time again. He was our protector in times of fear. He was our guide in times of uncertainty. He was our Father in times of discomfort. He was my sanity. He was in all ways God and I praise Him for that.

I presented at my parent’s church last Sunday. They wanted a simple 15 minute presentation on what the Lord did in East Asia. While I did speak about East Asia, the majority of my speech was on the work going on overseas. The first week in country I was depressed because I felt I wasn’t having the same amount of opportunities to speak to the locals as other teammates. When another teammate brought someone to the Lord, I felt jealous. It wasn’t until I realized that we all have different jobs in the Kingdom that it changed. So I asked God to show me who it is that He would have me speak to and what it is that He would have me do. He showed me Shelly, Peggy, Denise, Melissa, and Jessica. My other teammate was given the job of harvesting. I was appointed to plow the field and water the plants. I told my parent's church that we all have a part in the Great Commission. Some of us will be the field workers, some of us will be the mobilizers, some of us will be the financial support, and others the prayer warriors. You see, we do all have our part.

I ask for my team, that they may be lifted up in prayers. Some of us are facing difficulties as we try to find our place again in a world we may no longer be a part of. Please pray for the other teams CBU still has out in the field. Pray for health, team unity, and grace in the eyes of the locals. Pray that the Lord would reveal Himself to them as He did to me. Please pray for the people we met in East Asia. That God would lift up local believers to guide them in His ways.

Lastly I encourage you, as I encouraged my parent’s church, to seek your part in this ministry. As I stated in my last letter, the work is not yet done. It will not be done until the day of His return.

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.

Displace Me

I recently went to an event whose main goal was to change hearts and raise awareness for what is going on in Uganda. The following excerpt was taken from my journal. It captures my emotions as I watched people from all walks of life gather for a worthy cause. For more information please go to:

http://www.invisiblechildren.com/home.php


We are bound to one another. We are of one earth, one breath, and one creation. United in purpose a tower we will build. For the glory of One, not of many. By this we shall not be dispersed but be united. One call… one cry.


The community pulses. It has a heartbeat. Its blood flows from one, to the other, to the next. As waves travel through the ocean not resting till it’s found its shore so does His Spirit flow through us. But these waves know no shores. They know no boundaries. It is only tied to time. To the day when He says, "Return to Me."

Ave (Bird)

I never did pity a bird that had fallen
For there was a time when she flew
And I never did pity a bird that lay dying
For there was a time when she lived

And though she lay broken on the floor
Her body still holds the vestiges of Honor, Strength and Dignity.

We all fall.
What is important is how we stood


Ave is the spanish word for Bird. I have a facination with them. I envy their freedom. I envy their dominion over the sky. I see them as the embodiment of who we were before the fall. "They niether sow nor reap, they have no storeroom or barn, yet God feeds them." Creation freely praises its creator. No barriers. It is this that I envy the most.