Every time I think of those 10 days I can’t help but fall in love with the LORD all over again. I remember how HE spoiled us. How HE fulfilled our hearts desires. I remember my team mates and I sharing our expectations and how they were so beautifully met. Mine was to be in a fast car hahahahah and boy did I feel like I was part of the grand prix on our way to Antalya. I was happy, I was alive especially when our driver tried to take on a Porsche. The memories flood in, I remember those days as though it were yesterday. I remember the Ukulele, the taste of the tea we drank, the food we ate, the smiles of the people we met. The sound of the water by the beach where we slept. I remember the excitement we had when a car stopped for us and the prayers we said before stopping those cars. I remember the calls our drivers would make to people who spoke English so they could communicate with us. I remember the friendly smiles, the faces when I spoke Xhosa hahahaha. I remember our times as a team, how we held each other, carried each other and loved each other. I remember GOD being faithful. I remember HIM whispering I will take you as far as you allow ME too. I remember HIM reaching out to my heart in times of uncertainty. I remember how HE came through at 16H00. I remember how HE protected us, shielded us and blessed us with HIM. I remember HIM calling us back one morning to spend time with HIM. I remember HIM blessing us with tickets and money for the tax hahahahaha yes yes I remember the tears and the disappointment before that. I remember HIM taking us by the hand and saying “Be still”, as people boarded while and we watched…. I remember thinking we have gone too far to turn here……
I remember each person, I remember each car, I remember each truck, each meal, the laughter, the times we shared in the word, the cokes we bought for the love of the city and sharing the gospel. I remember our challenges, I remember times of discomfort. I remember the unsaid thoughts and the worries never vocalised. I remember our team spirit…. I remember GOD…..
Lately I have been thinking about our Luke 10 a lot and I have been going back to the scripture…
After this JESUS appointed 72 others and sent them ahead, where HE HIMSELF was about to go, and HE said to them, the harvest is plenty but the labourers are few. Therefore pray earnestly to the LORD of the harvest to send out labourers to HIS harvest…..
One thing excites me in this passage, The LORD sent out the 72 to a place where HE HIMSELF was about to go, and I am desperate for that. I am desperate for the LORD to go to the places where we were at. I believe that there was a reason for every city, every household, every shop, every car and every stop. I believe that the LORD has a plan for every single one of those people and the cities and the country they live in. I believe that the peace we left at each household we entered would sustain our men (many of them) of peace and their families. I pray that as they opened their hearts for us the KING has entered and will dwell in their households and like Zaccheus salvation may come to their households.
I pray that GOD’s kingdom may come in that nation and that HIS will be done. I believe that like John we were voices in the desert preparing the way for the KING to come.
We all have a story to tell, JESUS responded to the stories of the disciples by saying “I watched satan fall from heaven like a lighting flash… Look I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and over all the power of the enemy nothing will ever harm you, however don’t rejoice that spirits submit to you but rejoice that your names are written in heaven”…..
Let’s unite and pray for the labourers in the harvest... I am desperate for my friends to know the LORD. To bow down to the KING of kings, but how will they know if they are not told and how will they be told of no one goes.
Let’s stand in the gap for the people who were a part of the story GOD wrote in our ten days.