How Great is Our God (participant comment)
my 9 days in Matamoros have come to and end for this year. It seems like
I was just planning my second trip to Matamoros yesterday. I spend the
last year planning and praying for God to show me what he wanted me to
learn this year in Mexico. Sometimes it is hard to leave the comfort of
your home to go into a place that is completely different from home.
Many people never take the step of faith and they miss out on so many
blessings! Last year I had the privilege to work with Pastor Sabino’s
church and met some wonderful people. We spent our time working on the
church, ministering to the community, VBS, soccer and visiting those in
the hospitals. That colonial is my second family in Mexico. I met some
wonderful people and when I left last year I told them I would see them
in heaven. I knew that when I went back this year it would be in a
different colonial.
It is so amazing how God works in our lives.
I had received an email from Chris Basden at AIM saying the individual
trip I had signed up for was not going to happen in July this year. A
little history about my mission trips. Two years in a row I have signed
up as an individual because I want to serve the Lord in Mexico. I come
from a very small church and I have been unable to have a team to go to
Mexico. So for the second year in a row other people have backed out.
Last year it was the swine flu and the violence this year. My heart
sank. I got on my knees and I asked God if you want me to serve again in
Mexico this year please open up that door for me.
Two days
later I saw on Facebook that a team was going from last year in June. We
have stayed in touch over this past year. I emailed Chris from AIM
right away to see if I could be put on the team. Yes they gave me the
opportunity to serve in Mexico with them. I was so excited to see them
from last year. Then the skies opened and the tears ran down my face
when I was told we were going back to the same colonial. Praise the
Lord! I was so excited to see them again!
I wondered would the
children remember me or would I just be another mission team visiting
them. The day we arrived at the church and I came off the bus there he
was Samuel. Samuel was a boy that I grew so close to last year. He
looked at me and I at him and the tears rolled down our faces. He had
remembered me! We just hugged as I grabbed a translator. I wanted him
to know that I prayed for him and his family everyday while I was at
home. It was such a blessing to see him again and he looked so much
older. It was only a year but it seemed like I had not seen him
forever. God gave me a special gift to see a special child again! I
still pray everyday for all the families in Matamoros especially for the
lost that they will hear and see Jesus through those that are
ministering to them. I am already praying for next year and I am
excited to see where the Lord takes me in Matamoros next year.
