Thursday, March 21, 2013

Living Water; Guatemala 2013



This is my thank you letter that I am sending out to all of those that supported my trip to Guatemala. I wanted to put it on the blog just so that anyone can read a little more about our experience there, if they wanted to. Thank you again, everyone!



Jesus replied, “Anyone who drinks this water will soon become thirsty again. But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life.”- John 4:10-14


Dearest friends and family,
            Right now, I’m sitting at my desk in my room at Baylor University. I am surrounded by a mountain of homework and laundry, yet all I want to do is reflect on my trip through this letter. I want to show you just how life-giving this voyage has been for me.
I wanted to write you to say THANK YOU for your support for my trip to Guatemala. The fact that I sent out letters a mere 3 weeks before the departure and received many donations really shows me God’s hand over this trip. However, I am still fund raising this trip, so that’s a bit stressful. But I believe that God will provide. I could not have gone without your help, and I am so thankful for you! My gratitude towards you propels me to share with you the details of my trip.
             As I mentioned in my original letter, I decided to go to Guatemala only a few weeks before the departure date. It was a very difficult decision for me, but I felt God pressing this opportunity on my heart. Despite my lack of preparation, I decided to say “yes” to Him. The other catch was that I would be a driller for the water well. I am not skilled at any sort of manual labor and don’t know a lick of Spanish, yet there I found myself in Guatemala City last Saturday, staring at my surroundings and wondering how God was going to use us.
            We drove from Guatemala City to Antigua. Antigua is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. It is rustic and authentic, the perfect temperature, and so welcoming. I loved getting the chance to walk around the city and get a feel for the attitude of the people. My team was able to bond more in these initial days in the beautiful Antigua. We retreated to the Living Water house for the first night. The next day, we drove to Nueva Conception, the village where we would be drilling. This village was far different from Antigua. Very run down and dirty, it just screamed poverty. Now we knew where we needed to be.
            Then came the drill. We began by mixing cement, digging out a filtration system, and setting up the rig. Each member on the drill team got the chance to man the rig, replace the pipes, clean out the trenches, and log the samples of sediment derived from each dig. This was a tedious and very specific process, but after the first few feet, everyone was able to get the hang of it. I watched the children of the school play off in the distance. I wanted so badly to go and love on them, but as I held pipes and grease in my hands, I knew that what I must be doing was right there at the rig. They needed water more than they needed my hugs.
            Already, I was seeing how different this trip was from Haiti. In Guatemala, my task was much more specific and difficult. I couldn’t always play with the children. I was exhausted from the work I was doing. But, as challenging as the task was for me, God pulled me through it- the work eventually became easier and even secondhand. The Lord showed me how even though my heart was with the children, He would use me in this task to bring glory to His name.
            And oh, how glorious is His name! We hit water at 125 feet, giving way to a powerful aquifer. The next three days gave us time to set the piping and get the clean water running through. Immediately, children began stripping down and showering in the blasts of the clean water! The team was incredulous, at a loss for words. We couldn’t believe we actually built a well.
            Eventually we had time to play with the children and talk with the villagers. These people were kind and giving, always cooking for us and begging for our hands to hold. One of my greatest memories of the trip was when four adolescent girls braided my hair and asked me how many children I had. (In most small villages in Guatemala, girls are married around the age of 16). Getting to experience these cultural differences opens my eyes to how God works for multiple people groups. Even though these people had so little, they loved the Lord with all their heart, soul, and strength (Luke 10:27).
            The entire goal for the week was to hit clean water. Without this water, the cycle of poverty would only continue. Clean water would be the potential catalyst to bring these people out of that devastation. During this week, my ultimate task was to get that well finished so these people could live healthy lives. I couldn’t imagine anything more important, more sustaining and satisfying, than the clean water that would come from that well. As life-giving, pure, refreshing, miraculous, and as satisfying as it was to see that water come out, the living water of the Lord is more. This well will last them for generations, and even after that, will only need minor repairs. Who knows, maybe by then, all of Guatemala will have clean water. Even still, this thing that will give them life in a way they never knew before pales in comparison to living a life through Christ and receiving the grace of the Father. That, my friends, is the truth that this trip engrained in my mind and changes my life every time I think on it. Not only does God save us from ourselves, but He wishes to give us everything. Everything. And I am so thankful that I could be a part of what He wanted to give to these people in Nueva Conception, Guatemala.
            “Real life starts tomorrow”, said one of the team members yesterday at the airport. Yes indeed, our responsibilities and school work must be attended to now as we are abruptly thrown back into American culture. But real life is what we were doing out in Guatemala. Real life is completing the tasks the Lord gives us and testifying to the good news of God’s grace! (Acts 20:24). We are agents; we are given the privilege of spreading that news. We get to take part in the true living water.
            Thank you again for your support: you all are my miracles J 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Prayer Center

I certainly fear the Lord.

We've all heard this phrase; the command to "fear the Lord" is found all over. Psalms and Proverbs are particularly saturated with it:


  • "Fear of the LORD is the foundation of true knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline."


            -Proverbs 1:7

  • "Fear of the Lord is the foundation of true wisdom. All who obey his commandments will grow in wisdom."

            -Psalm 111:10

  • "The secret of the LORD [is] with them that fear him; and he will show them his covenant."                                         -Psalm 25:14


My whole life, I thought I thought this "fear" meant to simply be reverent to the power and majesty of God. In fact, growing up in Sunday school, I was taught that this fear was specifically not that typical don't-turn-off-the-lights kind of fear we are all used to. Sure, since I've become a follower of Christ, I've done my best to be reverent of my God, trying not to provoke or anger Him.

But recently, He's shown me what it really means to fear Him.

For the past few months, during my prayer time, I've felt that God has told me to be a "prayer center". Now, the first few times I heard this, I was confused as to what a "prayer center" meant. After weeks following, I realized that He was calling me into a lifestyle change of being in constant communication with Him. I believe He wanted me to pray not only constantly but with conviction and expectation. Previous to this, I thought I had already been doing that. But it wasn't until this past semester that I really started to see how God was not only answering prayers, but He was being responsive to very specific prayers and situations. Theoretically, I suppose I knew that God knew my every want and desire, but I don't think I knew that by me simply bringing them to Him, in full surrender, that He would be pleased with that. 

Isaiah 36 talks about how God was wished to bless and protect His people because they prayed to Him with that same conviction He was calling me to. He performed ineffable miracles in order to show the love He had for His people. I see the same response from my God today.

The reason this new found prayer life inspired this fear of the Lord: God answered some prayers I never thought would be answered. Some are too personal for me to really display. He very quickly showed me that when I pray with the belief that He can do anything, He makes Himself more glorious to me. 

I fear Him because I can now more clearly see how He really can do anything and will listen to His children. I am more aware of the words I use when I pray, for I know the impact they might have. I see His power more dramatically portrayed now more than ever, and I am straight up scared of what He is capable of. I want the Lord to hear me, but even more, I want to hear Him. He has made so many things known to me by answering prayer. 

To Him be the glory, for He is The Miracle-Worker, Father, Teacher, Comforter.

I am honored to have the opportunity to watch Him move.