Money.

The thing I hate the most. The only thing that can bring to this level of stress. It makes me nervous and happy. I need more trust that I am taken care of. Way more. It is so easily spent and so easily gone. I have enough for the moment then the moment passes. Jobs are cancelled and opportunities lost. I wish the trade system was still in place. I have plenty I would trade. This is more of a rant post. A relieving of stress post. Sometimes my mind gets so cluttered up I can not think of anything else, but worry about how things are going to get paid. Jesus I need you.

This is all I have to Say!

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18 Days In A Country You Do Not Like.

After Mission school I was headed to Nepal, of all places. To be honest Nepal had never crossed my mind until I read it was one of the options for outreach after mission school in Mozambique. My first initial thought was, oh this place sounds great and adventurous and I never thought of it again. But God being who he is provided a way and all the funds before I even knew what had hit me. We left on December 10th for Nepal. Upon arrival I and the team of 5 others quickly become accustomed to the culture in Nepal. Frankly, we had no other choice. The second the plane landed 500 Nepali men, and the occasional woman, leaped out of there seat and began forcing each other off the plane willing to trample anyone who fell. Once through customs and once we had acquired our visas we were headed for the place we would be staying. Now normally I have no personal space, I am a dancer we are trained not to. However, in Nepal because I am a young attractive white westerner I am stared at, and not from a comfortable distance either. More like less than 6 inches from me taking mine and my team mates’ pictures as well as trying to sell us things. Not just one person either, but anywhere from 10 to 30 men and woman all standing around watching everything we do. Now I could sit here and tell you everything I really disliked about the country of Nepal, but I am trying this thing where I do not complain. Plus I have no reason to complain I freaking got to go to Nepal!

Well by this point I hope I have expressed well enough that Nepal did not exactly catch my fancy. This really bothered me seeing has God completely provided the way. Yet he knew I would not like it. So I dared ask the question: Why was I in Nepal?

Every night as I lay freezing on the floor in my sleeping bag I asked and contemplated this question. Praying that God would give me some kind of answer and every time all I heard was "because I love Nepal because I Love these people." It took me a while to really understand what He was saying to me. As the weeks carried on and the entire team became extremely ill, I'll save you the gory details, I finally began to understand. No matter how much I disliked where I was I was there for a reason. God loves Nepal therefore; I should to, because my heart is to love what He loves. I realized He is going to ask me to do things I may not like, but if I truly trust him and believe that he knows best I have to act like. Going where He asks me to go and doing what He asks me to do no matter where or what. Living by my spirit. Once I stopped complaining and began to thank Him for everything my perspective changed. I understood why I was there, to learn what submission means and to obey and trust God. If I cannot submit to God how will I ever be able to submit to my husband, whenever he comes around? In the end God opened my heart to the people and the place and brought forth a piece of my destiny I had no idea he had planned for me.

I will, later on, be writing about what all actually happened while in Nepal as of right now This was just some thoughts I needed to escape my mind.

-Rachael Michelle

Since I have been Gone.

God Has done many things Since I have been gone. I am no longer the same person I once was. The things I once feared I no longer fear, the challenges I once faced are no longer difficult, and everything I misunderstood all makes since. I feel Matured and understood. My home is and will always be Mozambique, Africa, but sometimes in order to grow the way that is needed we must leave our homes and go to the places that are hard. For me the hardest place to be is here in America. However, God has called me here for the time being. I was born here, but I never truly called it home. I think that is because if it were a home to me I would look at it not so much as a mission field, but as a place of safety and rest. I do feel very blessed to live in America, do not get me wrong. I just feel my heart longing for countries that understand the super-natural and live in a continual state of humility. However, I do pray America opens her eyes some day soon and I have faith she will. This is the year 2011. The year to make things happen. The year things have to change it is the inevitable. I thank God every day He gave me a head start. If I must be the "party pooper" I will. Wake up church, wake up you who call your-selfs Christians, Wake up Nation. God is calling us to live a life lead by our spirits. He will cut your soul from your spirit. There is no other way and when you realize that God is right there to fill in the place. No more gossip, no more complaining, no more insult. We are called to be lovers of the things God loves and the one thing he loves more than anything is his people. He proved that by dying on the cross. If you have not gotten the implications of what that means you might want to catch up on your reading. Please do not take me as harsh or take my words offensively. I just speak the truth. God is coming back and the underlaying question is, are you ready? Could you stand before Him this day to be judged? There is no second chances after this. How important is it to you? What will it take?

(And yes I did take the photograph)