No excuses No regrets

Ever since my missions experience to Baja, Mexico my urgency to spread the Gospel of Jesus Christ has increased. I am faced with the reality that I traveled quite a distance after raising quite a bit of money to reach people I'd never met before and may never meet again. My confidence was ignited, I spoke with excitement in front of the 83 other missionaries I'd traveled with as well as a crowd of Mexicans who came to hear the good news we had for them. And here I am, back in NC wondering why I haven't told my loved ones and my neighbors about Jesus dying for them to have freedom while here on this Earth and an eternity of life in Heaven.

A while back, I saw a fella who was born without legs talking about how he doens't make excuses. He did everything I do on a daily basis and so much more. Well, I have never forgotten him and try to follow his lead. I still make tons of lame excuses, but will remember his example and try to step up to the plate. Well, my new desire to not have any regrets goes hand in hand with not making excuses. For example, I would regret not telling a loved one that Jesus loves him or her... so natually I have to let go of the excuses which have kept me from sharing Christ's love thus far. I have begun stepping out in faith and obedience and trust God to lead them into His glory as my friends, family, and neighbors step out of their lives as they know them into His Kingdom and righteousness.

I have been in "Baja" or Rosarita Mexico for the past several days. God has surely multiplied the time, because the team of 80 that i am with has built a church, a house, a school house, thrown a fiesta (sports games, face painting, a clown with balloons, arts and crafts, etc.) where we fed 500 locals, street evangelized, worshipped God, eaten a bunch, taken a 40 minute bus ride to and from the site, well... this could go on and on.

Let me tell you about what God has done in my lil ol life. My prayers were that I would become selfless, see people changed for Christ, and for an urgency to burn in me that I'll be able to take home. My prayers have been answered already and the best day is yet to come (tomorrow we hand the keys of the church to the Pastor). God has shown me His love for me through a 5 years old named Kevin. While visiting the school, I had the honor of drawing pictures with a kindergarten class. After about 20 minutes of doing my best at sign language- having no clue what these precious children were saying to me and them having no clue what I was saying- I asked La Lo, the translator, to let Kevin know I wasn't ignoring him but that I simply couldn't respond. La Lo did, and then asked if there was anything Kevin wanted to tell me... he wanted to tell me that he loved me! This was enough for me- my trip was already made worth while.

And today, Kevin and his mom were at the fiesta! God is good, all the time! And He loves all His creation!

Well, I've had one of the hugest days of my life... I am going to rest, but there is more to come. And pictures once I get home...