Last weekend a group of students went to Wisconsin for a outreach trip. I signed up for a bunch of them, but I think it was God that I went on this on.
What was supposed to be a 7-hour trip took more like 8, but finally we got there about midnight Friday night. Saturday morning we got up early and headed to the small missions church there in De Pere. This church changed my life.
They have church at a community center they rent out every Sunday and Wednesday night. So, Saturday we sat outside the building and made up little track baggies to hang on the doors. There were eight people from Gateway and about ten or fifteen from the church and we went door knocking (sort of). It was more like just passing out tracks and hanging them on doors, but we did speak to a few people, which all went well. Everyone was nice and receptive.
We then held a little praise service in the park and served BBQ. Only one person from the door knocking came out, but that is one more soul then we had before. Everyone was so worried about how this service was going to work out because we were not prepared and neither was the church, but the service turned out amazing. It was simple, but impacting and I know God spoke to some people. Including me. It just goes to show it doesn’t matter where or how you have church God can still move.
Sunday morning we went to their church. It was small, but on fire. We sang a few songs and one of Gateways own preached. Altar call is where my life was touched. The service was a typical “We got the blood of the cross” message. Great, but not really impacting my life, but it did touch some people including the pastor’s daughter whose husband nine weeks ago was sedated and is now in a hospital with brain damage. They have two babies and before he was a very smart guy working with some company where he and only one other guy could do that job. Needless to say she was dealing with some pain. So I went and prayed for her and as I was this woman leans into me and says “I rebuke the spirit of fear, and I pray you listen to what God asks you to speak to others…I know you have a word from God for her” and instantly something fell off of me as if there was a muzzle on my mouth and then all of the sudden there was not. I spoke something to her, but I have no idea what it was, but whatever it was it must have meant something because she broke out in praise.
Then there was a girl, whose name was Rachel. Her, her husband and her two kids attended this home missions church. You could tell they were fairly new converts and something was telling me she was still dealing with some trials and temptations and maybe even some discouragement about whether or not God wanted her in His kingdom. So I spoke to her to and the same thing, The Spirit of God broke in her.
Let me get one thing straight before I go on this isn’t about me, this isn’t even me because the me I know could not and would not do this. This was and is strictly God.
As we were getting ready to leave the lady that had earlier laid hands on me came up to me and looked me square in the eyes with tears in her eyes and said something along lines of “ You have an extreme calling on your life. Don’t quit, God will make a way and he will give you the words to speak”. Then she proceeded to beg me to keep in touch with her. That is not all. I had stopped talking to her and she was talking to another guy from our group and some guy from the church came up and started to converse with them as well. She said something like “ you have special calling on your life” he says thanks and then points to me and says so does she. The guy from the church agreed with her and said, “ I could tell when she was praying”. Two people who had not talked about it together pretty much said the same thing. The lady told me also that she had noticed something on Saturday, but had waited to see what would happen Sunday.
I’m overwhelmed right now. I’m not sure how I feel. Joy? Yes, but also surprised and shocked. I’ve been praying about my prayer lately because I felt like my prayers were not all they could be, but according to this lady and guy they are far beyond what I thought they were, although what happened today was not me it was God, but I think that’s the point of all this. Where I’m at is not about me. What I pray is not my words, but God’s. This calling is not for me or about me. It is about God.
I don’t really understand what all happened that weekend or this whole Gateway experience, but I do know this is where I’m supposed to be. I thank God for believing in me. I will do what He has called me to do.
With Love,
Ally
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