Let me start with this. My story: It all started with my beautiful mother, Cheryl...who you should follow as well @ http://cherylgnagey.blogspot.com/ She went to Colombia when I was just a wee child. She came back with a brand new perspective, and some new friends. One of the new friends she met, had just moved to Colombia. This woman, who I will name Mary, had a huge heart for street children. She began to risk her life to save them from the dumps and gang-ridden neighborhoods and give them a home and family, but most importantly, an opportunity to know Christ. After 20 some odd years doing this, she has raised over 120 children and has given them an education.
This woman has remained a friend of our family. Making visits and staying at our house during some of her time in the states. I would hear the stories of the faithfulness ofYHWH and his protection, and of his miracles, and my heart would come alive. I would tell her often, "Someday, I will be there with you." BUT AFTER 22 YEARS, I still had not had the opportunity to go. My family went, my friends went, my church went, BUT I NEVER went...that is, until Christmas 2010, when a door was opened.
As I entered into that culture, I was shocked. I had never spent a good amount of time in a country like this...that is an impoverished and oppressed nation. It was as if my spirit began to experience what truly defined Colombian culture, and this grandeur dream of mine had a huge reality check. Yet, despite the oppression I was experiencing, I connected in an UNBELIEVABLE way with Mary and her husband. It was like I was with old friends, or my favorite extended family member. It was a level of connection that I have rarely experienced. I wanted to work for them. I wanted to be around them. We could be a great encouragement to each other.
"Could be." Those are the key words. Despite the great connection, I was continuing to let my dream die. But on a rare night, that was full of fellowship rather than work, Mary asked me if I would ever be interested in coming to work for her as her secretary. UH? In fact, that was the ONLY thing I was interested in doing in Colombia. My heart had been in a prep process for this question, beginning months prior to that day. What was my response? My spirit leaped within me (potentially in the manner that John leaped in Elizabeth's womb when Mary, who was carrying Jesus arrived), and my perspective changed in that moment and I knew I would be moving to Colombia to serve YHWH, and to serve Mary and her husband in a matter of months.
4 months later...here I am, send me. I leave June 22 on an incredible journey. Through fear, I choose trust. Through lack of comfort, I choose the comfort of the Spirit. I'm not ready, but I'm ready. Ready to gain more oneness with my Father.
Now to much work that needs to be done beforehand!
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