love and prayers

"No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us."  John 4:12

I've never seen God, but I know Him better because of the love shown to me by friends and family over the past two months.  Throughout my Dad's stay in the hospital and in the months since, I have felt God's nearness through visits, encouragement, phone calls, and many other things.  I can't express the depths of love that I've known through this time.  I've always read and even sung about the heights and depths of God's love.  I believed it, but could not fathom just how great it is.  I don't think we'll ever fully comprehend it, but I know that we can experience it more and more.  We can keep experiencing the love deeper and deeper, higher and higher.  And as God enables us to do that we are able to love Him all the more and love one another more.  We can be a part of seeing His love be made complete in others.

"pray continually"
1 Thessalonians 5"17

The greatest way I experienced God's love recently is through the prayers of people all over the world for my father and my family.  There were people praying in Venezuela, Kenya, Europe, all over the US and many other places.  There is such a sweet peace that fills your heart when you know that people are praying with so much faith and hope.  It is beautiful when people pray continually. God heard our prayers and healed my father.  My Dad continues to recover at home and is doing well.  Thank you so much for being in this with my family and praying for us.

Miracles happen

If you had asked me two months ago whether I believed in miracles, I probably would have told you yes. And I did, but only in that generic way that says, "Jesus turned water into wine. Of course miracles happen!" But I didn't really believe in them in a way that prays believing they will happen.  I had never personally experienced something where I needed a miracle so it was enough for me to believe with my mind and not my heart.
When I got on a plane in February to go home after a call telling me that my Dad was in the ICU and unresponsive, I didn't know what to pray.  The doctors had told my Mom and younger sister that he was brain dead and there was nothing we could do but wait and hope.  I didn't know what to hope for.  I confess that it was hard for me to have hope.  I began to take comfort in knowing that my Dad knows Jesus as his Savior and that we could be sure he would go to heaven if he died.  I also began to fear that if (and this was a weak if for me) he did wake up he would never be the same again because of the brain damage.  I also feared what would happen to my family, to my Mom especially.  All I could do was cry out to God..asking that He would help me walk through whatever happened with Him..asking that He would please give us more time with my Dad.  I prayed not knowing that to expect but knowing that I had to trust God.
Over the past few years of my life, a major lesson I've been learning is that God is good no matter what.  No matter how hard life gets, He is unchanging and I can praise Him in any circumstance.  I think that in some ways I allowed that to keep me from praying big prayers and from praying them with hope.  I figured, if things will be okay no matter what and since God loves to throw challenges my way, why pray that hard?  There are so many distortions here that God surfaced I can't even explain them all, but let me say that challenges are good and God uses the hardest things in our lives to strengthen our faith and make us more like Christ.  And He does long to bless us.  He is able to bless us beyond what we can imagine.  Sometimes that blessing is through difficulties and sometimes it's through the good things, through miracles.
I arrived home on Tuesday and went straight to the hospital to see my Dad.  The next couple days were spent at the hospital, watching, waiting..and trying to hope.  On Thursday we walked in and he was awake and sitting up in bed talking! It was a surreal moment..the doctors were all amazed and we were overwhelmed with joy.  We are so blessed.
Miracles do happen.  We don't know why God choses to make them happen in some cases and in other cases He seems to leave us hanging.  I believe that when God doesn't give us a miracle it's not because He can't.  I know He can.  I think it's because there is another work that He is doing and we shouldn't give up on Him or think that He has given up on us.  And when He does give us a miracle we should never stop saying thank you and living with hope.

with my Dad and younger sister

Philippians 4:13

Prior to coming on STINT I had pretty average Spanish language ability. I took 4 years in high school and one semester in college.  I described myself as "conversationally fluent" and always listed it under "special skills" on job applications.  For the duration of the various jobs I held since high school, however, I always feared that I would be called upon to use my "special skills".  I had learned a lot of Spanish but speaking it was the hardest part.   Since coming to Venezuela we have taken language classes and had many opportunities to speak Spanish. I've learned that sometimes you just have to go for it and not be afraid to make mistakes, which I make plenty of every day.  I have seen so much growth in my Spanish ability and its been exciting sharing about Christ in a different language.  God has answered so many prayers in the midst of conversations in Spanish with students.  I have been given words to say in moments I know they could not have come from my own mind.
The most recent challenge with the language has been in beginning discipleship (mentoring) with two girls who do not speak any English.  I was initially very intimidated by the prospect of only being able to communicate using my "special skill".  Part of me was thinking, what are we going to talk about? What if I run out of words that I know and we have nothing to talk about? I've been reminded continuously throughout the last few months that I can't do anything apart from the strength and grace that Christ gives me.  I can't go into a conversation relying on my own abilities.  God can do anything and work through language barriers to speak truth and grace into the lives of students and into my life as well. I met with the two girls for the first time last Wednesday and it went far better than I could have imagined.  We talked about our lives and how we had come to know Christ.  We also talked about all that God was doing in our lives and what we want Him to do in the coming months.  God is so good.  He has blessed me with so many sweet opportunities to see Him work in the midst of my weaknesses.  I'm so thankful for this opportunity to depend more and more on the Lord.

It's all proclaiming who You are

There are a lot of places in Venezuela I would like to visit but number one on the list is Angel Falls, or "Salto Angel".  I am fascinated by waterfalls and when I found out that Angel Falls, the world's highest waterfall, was in Venezuela I knew we could not miss out on the opportunity to visit.
It turned out to be quite the adventure.
Angel Falls is located in the southeast part of Venezuela in a region known as "La Gran Sabana" and is a 12-hour night bus ride from our home in Valencia.  We began our journey Tuesday, January 4 at 8pm.  They set the AC as low as possible on night buses and I think I slept a total of 2 hours that night. We arrived in Ciudad Bolivar around 9am and later got on a plane for the 45 minute trip to the national park where Angel Falls is located.

We landed at a small airport and took a short walk to our hostel.  

                                        

The park where we stayed was in a very remote area.  The only sounds in the air were from the roosters wandering around the neighborhood.  We stayed in a hostel with guests from around the world. There were people from Holland, Japan, Puerto Rico, Brazil and, of course, Venezuela.  The first night there we took a tour of nearby waterfalls.  The following is one that could be seen from the beach near our hostel.

We woke up early the next day, ate breakfast and packed our bags.  We were only allowed to pack one backpack per two people for our night in the jungle.  We left our hostel midday for what would turn out to be an epic journey to the Angel Falls. Our STINT team traveled with a group of about 15 other visitors and our tour guide.  We knew there would be a boat ride. What I later learned is that it was a 3.5 hour boat ride in what I can only describe as a motorized canoe.  It was a long journey, but a beautiful one.  We had incredible views of the jungle and huge rocks that loomed over the river.  It was also a great time of connecting with our group and making new friends.  

We eventually arrived at our campsite which was directly across from Angel Falls.  We had a delicious dinner and stayed up sharing stories.  We slept in hammocks in a pavilion in the jungle. It was hard to sleep but still fun to spend the night in the jungle, something I never thought I would do.

We woke up early the next morning to this amazing view:

We crossed the river in our boat and hiked for a while and stopped to take pictures.  

 

It was so beautiful standing there and feeling the mist.  There seemed to be no words.  I just marveled at how amazing God is.  How beautiful His creation is.  How it proclaims His majesty and power.  The epic journey was worth it. It was worth the hours on the bus, plane and boat to see something so beautiful.

Prospero Año y Felicidad

New Year's Eve in Venezuela was really fun.  Our team spent the day relaxing and calling family.  We cooked dinner and spent the evening playing games, talking and dancing.  When it turned five minutes before midnight we took part in the Venezuelan tradition of eating 1 grape for every chime of the clock at midnight.  We didn't quite understand the tradition and struggled through it because the grapes here are so huge! You are supposed to make a wish with every grape, but after about the 6th grape my only wish was to make it through the grape itself.  We rang in the new year with bottle rockets and noisemakers in our apartment.  Soon after the city erupted in fireworks and celebration.  As we walked to the top of our parking garage we ran into neighbors celebrating in the hallways and outdoor plaza.  I took in the sights and sounds of New Year's in Venezuela and thanked God for such a wonderfully different experience.

New Year's Eve with two of my roommates, Lisa and Karen 

¡Feliz Navidad!

Before our STINT Briefing in August it never occurred to me that I would be spending Christmas in Venezuela..away from my family.  I knew I wouldn't be home for a year, but somehow I never put the two together.  After the initial shock I decided to set the thought aside and not dwell on it until the holidays arrived.  This did not take long.  We got to Venezuela at the end of September and before Halloween had even arrived there were Christmas decorations in most of the stores.  If it wasn't clear then, it definitely is now: Venezuelans love Christmas.  They love celebrating, decorating, eating and dancing.  There is an energy that builds from the beginning of October all the way up to New Year's Eve!
Here are some of the highlights of Christmas in Venezuela:
"Gaitas"-popular type of Venezuelan Christmas music .  Anytime I was with a student and some gaitas came on they would tell me and get so excited.  They are played everywhere from church to the buses to choir concerts.  They are very lively and enjoyable.
Fireworks-every night in December. Fireworks are a big part of celebrating the holidays here.  Anyone can buy them and set them off so they can be heard at all hours all over the city.  It should also be noted that fireworks are usually accompanied by car alarms going off.  It was a noisy month in Venezuela.
Christmas Eve-the major night for celebrating Christmas.  For many Venezuelans, Christmas Eve is the big day.  The whole family stays up until midnight and they celebrate the birth of Jesus with lots of food, music and fireworks late into the night.  My team spent Christmas Eve at our Campus Director's house with his family.
"Pan de jamón"- ham bread.  This is a popular Venezuelan Christmas dish made by rolling ham, raisins and olives in bread and baking it.  It is usually ordered from the local bakery and picked up the day you need it.
"Hallacas"- a mix of cornmeal, meat, olives, raisins and capers, wrapped in plantain leaves and steamed or boiled.  These are another very popular Venezuelan Christmas dish.  They take a long time to make and can either be bought or made at home.
It was really fun to be able to celebrate Christmas in Venezuela.  I did miss my family but I was blessed with a family here to celebrate with.  My team and I were able to take part in Venezuelan traditions as well as share our own traditions from home.

First Weekly Meeting

Students and staff at the first weekly meeting

Students leading worship at the first weekly meeting

The first weekly meeting at the University of Carabobo campus took place Friday, December 10.  We had begun dreaming about what it would look like early in the semester, and it was so encouraging to plan with the students! It seemed evident that God had begun preparing hearts for this before our team had arrived.  God provided an auditorium, a worship team and instruments.  Students made a video, Facebook groups, and fliers.  Word began to spread and we grew more excited to see it happen.  Much time and planning went into planning the meeting, which was something I had never realized because when I was involved in Campus Crusade at U of I I would show up every Monday and everything was already planned!
The week of the first weekly meeting arrived and Murphy's Law seemed to take over.  More things went wrong that week, from no water to sickness, than I can even remember.  At the beginning of the week I was  frustrated and discouraged as things kept getting in the way of us doing what we needed to do.  I felt helpless as we heard news of floods throughout the country and classes being cancelled.  In God's own gracious way, He gently reminded my that He is in control.  It was okay that I felt helpless because He is not.  He has plans for our ministry here and they cannot be stopped by cancelled classes, protests, or no water.  When we arrived on campus that Friday I was encouraged to see what the Lord would do and I knew that whether the weekly meeting happened that day or a week later, God would receive the glory.  We found out that the electricity had gone out and that classes were cancelled.  We prayed and decided to reserve the auditorium again for the next week.
 The following Friday we arrived at campus to find out that the auditorium was locked and the guy with the key would not be in that day.  We agreed to hold the meeting in a classroom upstairs and quickly spread the news to students around campus.  As we were setting up the electricity went out.  It never came back but we went ahead with the meeting and held it on the balcony.  We had a student testimony, music, a game, and a gospel message by our team leader.  About 30 students attended the weekly meeting, many of whom had never been to a Vida Estudiantil event!
It was so exciting to see how God worked through all the challenges we faced and brought many students there that day to hear about the love He showed us through sending His Son Jesus!