Guyana Mission Trip: Day 2

After a long night of warm welcoming festivities, everyone was up bright and early to begin preparing for our first day of real spiritual activities. We went during one of Guyana's rain seasons (rain/dry season will probably feel so strange to me..), and I came out of my sleep hearing the hardest rain I've seen. At first I thought maybe it was a thunderstorm, but their periods of rain just tend to come down really, REALLY hard. I was constantly on edge because I really hate thunderstorms, but luckily for me we never had a single one the whole time we were there. After a while the intense rain became really calming..



In the morning was Lady M's Dialysis workshop service, where she spoke about the importance of going to the doctor and getting a diagnosis for whatever sickness you may have, and not to stay ignorant (which if you lack the money or time to go to the doctor, you might have a tendency of doing!).


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Guyana Mission Trip Day 1

Backtracking to my mission trip at the end of 2012, I remember the anticipation building up to the moment we were to leave. I had managed to get Christmas Day off (the night of my flight), and an early shift on Christmas Eve so I can spend the evening with my family like I traditionally do. While I lost that 150% holiday pay, I was glad that I had time to properly rest and finish preparing my suitcases and stuff.

The consecration/fast that we did in preparation for the trip was tedious-- 1 meal a day for the entire month of December (though as a missionary, our actual food fast stopped a week before leaving, so we wouldn't be drained). There was round-the-clock prayer, where every member or supporter had a specific hour in the day that they were supposed to pray. I know I did not do this perfectly-- there were plenty of times that I forgot to pray or didn't pray as long as I was supposed to, or didn't study like I was supposed to. Nevertheless, when the day came to leave, I had so much excitement in my bones. When I left my house I could barely walk to the bus and to the train without feeling an intense desire to just praise my way to the airport. The anticipation was building faster and the anointing that was on my church's group seemed so potent that it was hard to really get sidetracked from the assignment at hand.

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