Have you ever had those moments of asking God where are you in this? Why did you let this happen? Why do you consistently let bad things happen to good people? I don’t get it. You are a God that can do ANYTHING so why not stop it before it happens to one of your loving children?
One of the girls I was standing next to was assaulted today. She was hit, thrown down and the man yanked her purse from her arms and took off on the back of his friend’s motorcycle. There was a couple of seconds between him knocking her down and running across the street to his friend’s motorcycle where his eyes and my eyes met. I thought about running and punching him. I clenched my fists to do so. Then my feet froze like I was standing in wet cement and a million thoughts went thru my head. Should I hit him? Does he have a knife? Does he have a gun? He is kind of husky. Can I take him? Oh God I’ve never hit someone before. Should I hit him in his face or kick him in his balls? If I kick him there it will probably hurt me more because I have on sandals. I wish I had shoes on. If I hit him will the other 7 girls jump in? Is risking my life over material possessions worth it? If he hits me, he will probably knock me out. Should I jump on his back? That sounds like a bad idea. And the thoughts went on and on. What was probably mere seconds but it seemed like an eternity.
I ended up screaming for help and before I knew it the police came and I was telling them everything that happened. I translated what the police were saying to the other girls. We were taken to the tourist police station. Police stations are not like in the USA. We pulled into a dirt parking lot hearing salsa music blearing in the background. We walked in and the police just stared at us like why are you here? It's my lunch break. You would think at the “tourist” police station someone would speak English but nope! I ended up translating there too.
When I got back to the hostel, I had time to think about the events that occurred. I found myself asking God, “Why do you allow such horrible things happen to Your children?” Here we are trying to help people and something like this happens. I have to admit I was kind of angry with God for a couple hours. We had a praise and worship session tonight and I refused to sing….granted I didn’t know any of the words but usually I’ll clap or something but I didn’t want to. I sat there mad and wanting to leave. During the praise and worship session people prayed for the robbers and I was angry. Ok…now I remember what I wrote in one of my recent blogs about loving and praying for your enemies but I told you it’s not ALWAYS my first reaction. I wish it was but it’s not. I’m working on that.
So when praise and worship ended I went into my room and saw my bible. I prayed that God would bring some kind of light to this dark situation. I then flipped my bible open and saw these notes inside my bible that said, ‘What the Bible Says About the Origin, Work and Destiny of Satan.
It said Christians have no cause to fear Satan.
“He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4). We live under the protection of the Holy Spirit; nothing can happen to us that God does not allow, and we know whatever He permits—no matter how bad it may seem—He can turn for our good (Roman 8:28).
Reading this, and then going over the scripture brought a new light to the events that occurred today. It brought me peace. It was a horrible situation but He WILL turn this bad that the devil created into good somehow. I don’t see how at the moment but the beauty in trusting, loving and having faith in the Lord is that I don’t have to know how or when. I just have to know what He promises stands true.
One of my best friends said this after I told her what happened…
“Don't be down, like I tell my students, there are days that the rain pours, but there is always a rainbow after filled with a pot of gold at the end of it. Today is the rainy day, however soon the rainbow will reappear and you will see that gold.”
My teammate wrote this AMAZING blog about our contact's son. He is an awesome kid who hung out with us last month making sure we got to every place ok and translating for us!!
Written by Britni Bersin:
When I met Aleksander, or Alex as he calls himself, I wasn’t sure if my time in Serbia would present me with an opportunity to learn about him. He seemed very shy. But as we walked down the streets of Pozarevac, I asked him questions about his life. He was surprisingly at ease with our conversation. He even seemed downright delighted when I asked if I could feature him and his story on my blog.
Alex is 18 years old. He is finishing his last year in high school. The average American senior would be deciding between their top 5 universities and preparing for their first semester in college. For Alex, however, this preparation is a bit different. He has a desire to go to seminary. The Lord has given him a passion for high school age kids. This is so evident in him just through the way he describes his high school experience. The problem for Alex is that in Serbia, there are no seminary schools.
Alex tells me that he doesn’t like high school that much. He is different than most. When I asked him why, he told me that he is the only Christian that he knows of at school. He enjoys talking about his walk with Christ to his friends but none of them have come to know God yet. This is so discouraging to Alex.
So I asked Alex what he wanted to do for school since seminary isn’t available in Serbia. His answer was “Go to America of course.” His desire is to somehow get to the US so that he can pursue his dream of becoming a youth pastor. I listened to his story in awe of how an 18 year high school senior, lives in a city where he can literally count (and name) the number of Christians in the surrounding area and still manage to live his sold out for Christ
It never ceases to amaze me how God weaves our stories together. Throughout the course of our month, Alex’s life touched our teams. He was our translator for every church service and ministry outreach. He walked us home every night (quite protective of his “little sisters” as he calls us). He even spent his free time with us playing games and putting together puzzles. I have never met a kinder person.
In the process of learning about his dreams, one of my teammates, Jessica, saw an opportunity to help. Jessica spent much of her free time researching the things Alex needed to do to go to school in America. She spent countless hours researching credentials, scholarship opportunities and host family options. The hardest part was figuring out how to get Alex connected with a family to live with. After much prayer and consideration, Jessica approached her parents as a potential host for Alex. They were so open and welcoming. Jessica explained they were ecstatic with this idea.
At the moment, Alex has a place to stay, the grades to get accepted and the motivation to get him where God is calling him to go. The only thing Alex is in need of at the moment is the money to get to America. Alex’s plan right now is to go to community college in Michigan for two years to save money. He will be working part time to pay for his school. He then plans to transfer to a 4 year university to study English and writing. Once he has graduated and accumulated his bachelor degree, he will go to seminary to get his degree in theology. These are the steps that Alex knows he needs to take to do what God wants him to do someday.
Below is a video of Alex. He is a courageous and pure hearted individual who needs your help to fulfill his calling in life. We know it was no mere coincidence that we are the team that came to Pozarevic, Serbia this month. We have seen God do amazing things. One of those things is to help a teenage boy step into the plans that God has for him. The Lord is using us as tools in Alex’s life. We are asking you to be apart as well.
That was the question asked by one of the church members and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t the only one thinking that as we walked into church the first day to get introduced. It was funny because as the Pastor was talking to us on one of our last days he said, “I thought you all were going to be more experienced.” (Things get lost in translation sometimes and I feel like part of the “experience” was being older. He didn’t just leave it at that. I’ll get back to what he said later).
Thinking back to our first encounter with the Pastor and our contact, Lydia, in Pozarevac, Serbia I probably would have asked the same thing! They met us at the bus station. We had very little sleep, very delirious, and can barely carry our packs from carrying them so long. Within two minutes of meeting them one of my girls tripped and fell and all of us were dying laughing (we were delirious ok!). It definitely wasn’t a graceful fall either, but then again you can’t really fall gracefully when you have on a 50lb pack on your back and at least a 35lb pack on your front. I can’t forget about all of the extra bags in her hands. When she fell, somebody’s oranges and groceries went flying and all I saw was the after effect which was Kat, still attached to her big pack, dangling on her side and Britni coming to her rescue unclipping her, and Kat falling to the ground. It was hilarious and at that point if I were either Lydia or the Pastor my first thought, after seeing that she was ok, would have been this is going to be a long month! Haha
OK. Getting back to our first church service. We walked in with BIG smiles on our faces, and started saying hi to everyone. Within the next couple services we were sharing testimonies and singing. Dragan, who was one of the main church members, said that when he first met us he was like, “Lord, how are these six young women going to help us?” And after seeing our smiling faces and bubbly personalities he knew his answer. He said we were going to bring the joy of the Lord to this church and to this city. When I heard that I was like awe that’s so sweet of him…but the more I think about it, that is exactly what we did last month.
Our month is Serbia didn’t look like one of our “normal” ministry months. We didn’t hold babies, we didn’t visit orphanages, we weren’t living amongst extreme poverty, we didn’t put on plays for children, we weren’t visiting hospitals (all though we tried). I have to admit that sometimes it’s hard to feel like you are having an impact when you are not doing those types of things.
So you ask what did we do in Serbia??? Our “set” ministry included helping out with the church, singing, testimonies, giving church sermons, running youth night every week, going to home church services, and prayer walks. When our squad leaders came to visit we got to play and sing in the park and this was when some of the most amazing stories happened.
One of my favorite stories has to do with this family who heard us singing praise and worship and they started to move closer to us and asked if they can listen to us play. I took this as an opportunity to go and talk to the family with my translator, Alex, A couple minutes later another teammate came to talk with us. We told the family what we were doing there and that’s when the questions came! After answering some of the hardest questions in Christianity and praying for one of the family members, she told us, with tears streaming down her face, that God sent us to her and that she could tell that it was God speaking thru us answering her questions. She had been struggling with lots of guilt and for the first time, after we prayed with her she felt freedom from it all. We told her and her family that there was a church service that night and they went directly to church from the park. It was such an amazing experience for me on the race and one that I would never forget! Please pray for her, Claudia, and her family. Her testimony is so amazing and God is really trying to get her attention!
Claudia, Shannon and I:
Getting back to us bringing joy to this city. :) Something that my team decided to do beyond “set” ministry was that almost every morning we were intentional about going to the same place and tried to start relationships with the people that worked in the different restaurants, bakeries, and market places. You wouldn’t think this would have that much of an effect on people but we did nice things for them like one of the girls at the bakery was having a rough day so we went and bought her a candy bar and took it to her with a note. She cheered up after that. On our last day in the city we told her that we were leaving and you could tell she was really sad. She came out from behind the counter and gave us multiple hugs and told us she would never forget us.
At the park while we were singing, some of us would smile and wave at people and they would come over and say that they knew we couldn’t be from Serbia because nobody waves or smiles at strangers. They were curious as to why we were so happy and we would tell them that we have the joy of the Lord and they agreed.
I can’t forget about the joy we brought to the church and it’s church members. So now getting to what the pastor said. He said that he thought he was getting more experienced missionaries but that we brought a joy and rejuvenation, which is exactly what the church needed.
Lesson learned this month is that sometimes all God is asking you to do is be joyful and He will work thru that!
Keep this in mind:
Each of us can decrease the suffering of the world by adding to its joy. ~Dawna Markova
I have had so many firsts on the race…hitch hiking in Romania to go down town (sorry mom and dad :)), bungee jumping in South Africa, eating a half-developed duck in the Philippines, but never have I ever been kicked out of a place much less a hospital!
Last month in Romania we had two days where we went into hospitals and prayed for people who wanted prayer. In Serbia, the pastor we were working with asked us if we had any ideas on what we could do and so I told him about what we did in Romania and how we went into hospitals and he said we would do that.
So the day we had planned to go I went with three other people…Shannon (teammate), Dragan (a person who attends the church I helped out), and Alex (my contacts son and interpreter). On our walk over there I asked what the game plan was and they asked me the same question. So I asked, “Well haven’t you done this before?” They said, “No, we are doing this because you said you wanted to so what’s your plan?” Shannon and I looked at each other wide-eyed.
When we arrived at the nearby hospital we entered and saw a sign that said to ask a nurse before entering a room. So Dragan saw a nurse and told her that we would like to pray for those people that want prayer. By the look on her face you would have thought he asked for her kidney. Haha She had this terrified, yet confused look on her face. She left to ask a doctor if it was ok, but when she came back, she was with another nurse. There was something about this other nurse that didn’t sit right with me. She told us we couldn’t pray here and if we wanted to pray we should go to a church because you shouldn’t pray outside of church. She said a bunch of other things that didn’t make sense and so Shannon asked her if she believed in prayer and she said yes. Then Shannon asked what she thought her prayers did and she refused to answer and told us we couldn’t be there.
So we walked outside and some of us were mad, some sad, but I felt like we needed to pray for that second nurse and the hospital. Before we started praying a cute little old lady came up to us and asked why my teammate was sad. We told her what happened and she said that nurse doesn’t know what she was talking about. You should be able to pray where ever and whenever you want. She gave us her name so we could pray for her. It made me smile because here the nurse in the hospital didn’t want us to know any patients names or want us near the patients and here she kicks us out and we find a patient outside we were able to pray for! Haha! I love how God takes what would have seemed as a failed attempt and uses it for his glory!
I began to think about the second nurse which made me ask…what does the bible say about loving those people that make it hard for you to love?
I found Mathew 5: 43-48 which says,
43 “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor[a] and hate your enemy.’44 But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you,[b]45 that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.46 For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same?47 And if you greet your brethren[c]only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the tax collectors[d]do so?48 Therefore you shall be perfect, just as your Father in heaven is perfect.
My favorite verse is 44 because it is so hard to do!! Pray for those who persecute you?? Jesus you want me to pray for someone who has hurt me or hurt my family?
And so I began to think about my initial reaction when someone hurts me or does something to me that makes me angry. Fortunately in this situation my initial reaction was to pray for the nurse but unfortunately my initial reaction is not always to pray. But Jesus calls us (as believers) to react differently then that of the world. He wants us to love our enemies, to bless those who curse us, to do good to those who hate us, to pray for those who spitefully use us and persecute us!!
I don’t dislike a lot of people but I remember a time in my life that there was this woman whom I couldn’t stand her! Just someone mentioning her name made my blood boil. What I realized is that my dislike for her turned into bitterness, and anger, and it made my heart hard and I had an unforgiving spirit towards her. And I realized that I was doing myself more damage than I was her. She had no clue that I felt this way towards her.
I remember praying saying Jesus I don’t want to feel this way. So I opened up my bible and there was this little excerpt that said Loving the Unlovable.
Here is a little bit of what it said.
Here is something helpful, to help us react as Jesus calls us to react in situations.
1. Forgive the offender.
Hurt when not addressed properly, turns into bitterness and an unforgiving spirit. When you release someone from the debt he or she owes you, you are free to see that person as Christ does.
2. Seek to understand before you seek to be understood.
What might have motivated his/her actions? What is going on in their life. Usually people who hurt are hurt themselves.
3. Speak with noncombative yet truthful words.
Speaking truth in love does not mean that your words will lack a sharp point God asks us to continue to extend patience and love. Ultimately only the Lord can work with a person’s heart.
So I think about our friend at the hospital…the nurse who turned us away and in reality only the Lord can work with a person’s heart, but He asks us to continue to extend patience and love towards her.
I hope that I can always react with such grace. The reality is that there will probably be times that I don’t but I’ll work on it!
Here are some pics to summarize my month in Romania!! ENJOY!!!
The families we met doing Roma (aka Gypsy) Willage Ministry!!
On our way to ministry...
Albie's funeral..
The Roma faces...
Rich Roma home Poor Roma home
Other awesome people we met...
Magdi and Kinga...
Magdi and I!
The high school girls we met! They were so sweet and so much fun to be around!!
The ladies of Ignition and Sound of Strength!!
At church with Zsombor...
Our day trip to Brasov to see Dracula's Castle!
Me being silly...the sign outside Dracula's castle! This is Dracula's Castle!!!
Gangsta pic!! haha Us ice skating the streets!
Random days last month...
At the orquestra!!!
Maggie and Majil got to ride horses!!
Filling our night doing Hair and Make-up... Every girl's night needs good food!!
Valentine's Day!!! I made delicious treats for everyone! The cake looks messed up but tasted DELICIOUS!!! That night we had a dance party at the house! So much fun!!
So much fun and so many memories in Romania!!! Off to Serbia!!! :)
Romania was a cool/interesting ministry month. Working with the gypsy families was an experience I’ll never forget. From the first moment they saw us coming and ran down this long snowy field to greet us to our last day, not only attending a gypsy funeral but singing and giving a word at it, they showed us nothing but love.
Left: Albie, we went to pray for him every week but he ended up passing away. God bless him!
Right: The snowy field we walked thru to get to and from the gypsy village to the roads. 6 hrs walking thru this!!
I clearly remember our first day of ministry to the far village. We were excited because we had just gotten our winter gear. (Coming from Africa we had nothing that would prepare us for the Romanian winter. It was quite a rude awakening jumping off the train at 4 a.m. into about 3 ft of snow expected to wait there in the cold for 2 hours until the next train arrived and took us to Targu Mures, Romania. So the first thing we had our contact do was take us somewhere to buy clothes and boots.)
(My winter fashion! :))
I thought I had come prepared to ministry that day but what I realized is that after putting on everything warm I owned, including my hat, scarf, two pairs of gloves, thick sweater and my $3 boots I invested in, that I never would have been prepared to walk for 6-7 hours trudging thru the snow cover willages (aka villages). Yes…six hours of going in and out of gypsies’ houses to pray for them and playing outside with their kids who were throwing snowballs at us and trying to beat us up was an interesting day that I’ll never….NEVER forget.
(One of the first gypsy children I met our first day of ministry to the far village.)
That day was the first day I came about six seconds away from hanging up my missionary hat to throw a kid who was punching me in the snow and give him a face wash that he would NEVER forget. Haha! But I was able to keep my composure by the grace of God and just tackle the kid in the snow and forget about the face wash. Haha He liked it because he came back for more.
The scariest kind of ministry we did in Romania was street evangelism. I told you about two of my experiences in previous blogs but what I didn’t say was that I met a group of young ladies whom we went out for either coffee or to eat multiple times. It was so refreshing to meet such a group of motivated, hard-working teens. We were able to share with them what we are doing and able to share our faith. I hope to continue to keep in contact with them and be able to be an encouragement to them as the go off to college. All such awesome experiences which took me out of my comfort zone.
(These are some of the awesome girls we met.)
We also did hospital ministry, university ministry, and prepared short sermons to share at church on Saturdays.
Left: I am giving a sermon and Zsombar is translating for me.
Right: Tutoring at an orphanage we visited.
This month was a month of drastic growth for me. I’ve learned what it truly feels like to just let go and let God. I’ve laid down my own wants/desires for this race when I said yes to being Team Leader. I’ve laid down my pride and selfish need to be comfortable the moment I decided to hand a slip to a random stranger and ask her if I could pray for her. Does my own wants/desires/pride come back into the picture? Of course they do. It’s a daily struggle I have to keep overcoming but the beauty of it is that I know that my “best” most memorable ministry days have been the ones I decided to not think and to just let go and let God do his thing! :)
One night after our “set” ministry hours a group of us girls went to go eat. We ended up at this Shaorma place! DELICIOUS!!! Shannon started talking to one of the girls that worked at the place and this old lady entered the room. You could tell that she was living on the streets. She walked in and came close to where I was sitting and she just stared at me. I was playing a game with Majil but I would look up and smile at her then look back down at my game. Then she started to watch the game I was playing and every now and then I would smile at her. She began to talk but I had no clue what she was saying. This older lady, to which we came to find out her name was Magdalena (Magdi), kept pointing at me while she was talking and making hand motions to which in America would indicate she was calling me “thick” haha!!!
After about the third time I was like, “I get it…I’m thick. I’ve gained some weight on the race!” haha But when Kinga, the girl that worked at the Shaorma place, translated for us; she told us that she was saying how beautiful I was and that she used to look just like me when she was younger and she kept on repeating this throughout the evening. Magdi proceeded to tell us she used to be married but her husband left her and had an accident and died. She became a drunk because of her bad stream of luck and her kids want nothing to do with her so she is living on the streets. We decided to pray for her and Kinga and it was so awesome to see Magdi start praying as well. I got up to give her a hug and as I hugged her she started to tear. I held onto her for a while and the rest of the night she just clung to me.
When we left the restaurant, one of the girls on my team said seeing the look on Magdi’s face as she hugged me almost made her cry. She said that she bets when Magdi looks at me she sees the reflection of how she used to be during a time in her life when things were great. She had a home. She had her husband. She had her family.
A couple days later we saw her at the church service we invited her to. I was so excited to see her and she just kept hugging me and telling me again how much she looked like me when she was younger. I came to find out she was only 56 years old but looked like she in her mid-70’s!! It floors me to see what a toll drinking can take on your body along with a rough/hard lifestyle.
“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.” Matt 7:7
I truly believe this and so I will continue to ask God to mend the broken relationship between Magdi and her 2 sons and 1 daughter. I pray that Magdi seeks You and that her family finds it in their heart to forgive their mother. I pray that Magdi keeps knocking at your door O Heavenly Father and that she is delivered from the vices that keep her in bondage! In Jesus name…AMEN!!!
So I know that I told everyone that there weren’t suppose to be anymore team switches but as someone once told me about the race (singing) “This race is full of surprises..DING!”
I am now the leader of an all girls team called Sound of Strength. These women are amazing and I am more than honored to be a part of their team and even more honored to be their team leader.
This is my team...
I must admit it took me a couple of days to get to the point where I would overcome the initial shock and accept the team switch. Being a leader is a lot of hard work. It’s a challenge and has changed my race drastically.
When I was asked to become a leader everything inside me wanted to say no but what came out of my mouth was yes. I knew from the beginning of this race that I was going to be a leader but seeing that it didn’t happen during the normal team changes I thought I was misinterpreting what God had told me.
Before the race people used to tell me that I was going to be chosen as a leader and I would say no! The first day of training camp I was handed an envelope from our then squad leaders and they told me to not open it until the next morning. My first thought was, “Oh no! They are already choosing me to do leadership things!!” That night I went into my tent and randomly opened up a page in the bible and read the first verse I saw. I can’t remember the verse but I do remember it talked about God calling someone to be a leader.
When I didn’t get chosen to be a leader the first time I was so happy! During my first three months I was chosen to lead certain ministries but I wasn’t a team leader and I loved it! When our month 3 team changes occurred and I wasn’t chosen again I felt like I “dodged a bullet”.
In month 6, one week ago, out of the blue one of our squad leaders stepped down and a team leader was raised up which left an opening. Prayers were said and I kept coming to people’s mind for team leader.
This year I promised God that I would say Yes to Him even if I want to say no because I know He knows what’s best for me. So far my first week of ministry has been blessed and full of life changing encounters. I can’t wait to see what the rest of my time out here in the field brings!!!
I must admit I was comfortable in my race but it’s hard for God to use you when you’re comfortable. So naturally He gave me a challenge…something that would cause me to cling onto Him even more than before. The way I see it I have two choices…
1) I can tighten the grip I have on Jesus’ garments by entrusting God with EVERYTHING and in turn let God lead my team.
OR
2) I can stay in my comfort zone and take a nosedive in this leadership position.
Of course I chose #1 but I’m going to need the prayers of all of you! You know what God says about what happens when two or more are in agreement!! :)
Street ministry is a lot harder than I ever would have thought and I think it’s multiplied my the fact that I don’t speak the native language here…or at least that’s what I wanted to keep telling myself. Making excuses seems to be a lot easier than going up to a random stranger and talking to them about Christ.
Shannon, one of the girls on my team, is such a natural about it that I would just watch her and intercede in prayer in the background. After she was done speaking to a stranger my team and our contact circled up. I said to Shannon, “You are such a natural. I wish I could be that good at it.” Shannon said, “I’ve been doing this for a while and I’m passionate about this kind of ministry. Trust me…I still strike out but I have to tell myself to get over myself. If I strike out, what’s the worst that could happen? Why am I so scared to look stupid?”
When she said that I have to get over myself I have to admit, my first reaction was like HUH! I took offense for about 3 seconds then I recalled hearing from somebody if you take offense to something before you respond, think about the reason why you took offense in the first place? And so when I processed what she said I thought Amaris…she’s totally right…GET OVER YOURSELF!
Our contact handed me a sheet of paper that had his church info on it and said to me, “Give this to the woman behind you”. I had a momentary freak out and looked back at the woman then back at our contact then back at the woman, then looked at the sheet then back at the woman. I then grabbed the sheet from our contact’s hand, took a deep breath and handed her the sheet of paper. I asked her if she knew English and she did but very little. We talked for quite a bit then she began to tell me her life story. Melinda was married with 3 kids and her husband was a drunk. She was struggling financially because her husband spends their money on alcohol. So I asked her if I could pray for her and her family. Long story short after I prayed with her multiple times I gave her a big hug and we just kept hugging. She started to cry and then proceeded to tell me that my coming up to talk/pray with her was not a coincidence and that Jesus sent me to her. She then told me that I carry the love of Christ inside me and that talking to me made her heart so happy.
I heard this song by The Arrows called Next Time. The words not only spoke to me but changed the way I thought about street ministry.
I never get tired of believing You
I never get tired of trying to breakthrough
I just get tired of myself sometimes
Cus' You know that it's so easy to be human
It's so easy to make excuses
But the simple truth is I was too scared of intruding
These are peoples lives you're playing with He (God) said Every time you get a bit scared
You let another one slip through the net He said
They need Me more than you need to be comfortable
He said stop listening to your head
Oh and Listen to Me
Your mind doesn't understand the things that I see
Next time listen to Me
Because My voice should be louder than your reasoning,
Those human things
Cus' if I don't go when You say go
If I don't speak when You say so
We might find that we run out of pace to see the world around us changed
If I don't move when You say move
Cus' I don't trust what You told me to do
It might never come around again Next time I'll do it your way
You never know where the Spirit has been whispering at night
You never know where the angels have been putting up a fight
We cannot see with our own eyes
Everything is organized
We can only view when it’s our turn to go
Switch on the lights!
I just think about all of the people that I could of made their day better or changed their life but that I let fear take over.
So from now on when God tells me to move, I’ll move. When God tells you to move, you move….
