I have been attending a church called Mision Cristiana Enmanuel Siloh for about 2 months now and have fallen in love with it. It's a small church with about 50 people. Besides myself there are only two other gringo families. Last Sunday during service Pastor Alex was talking about us, the gringos, and how we're a blessing to them and how they want to be a blessing to us. Then Pastor Alex asked the church if they would like us to do the next Sunday's service; and so it was we were doing the next service.
Today was that next Sunday's service. I got the pleasure to sing with their praise team along with my friend who played guitar and sung. Our theme was that everyone is a missionary, not just us who left our countries. So each of shared with them a little about how God has called us to missions.
I always love looking back at how God has called me because there's a lot of times that I allow satan's lies to get into my head and heart and I really start questioning if I'm really suppose to be here. But God is amazing and always knows when I need to look back at how He has undoubtedly called me and has opened the doors for me to be here. Then I got to share that great joy with others and even in another language.
The pastor has a tendency to call people out to pray for a certain thing or a person or group. I was up in front with the praise team and he was talking about the family. Yet I must confess I was half listening and half off somewhere else. He was looking at me and I was looking at him and he said something about praying for the families of the church. Then he bowed his head but didn't begin to pray out loud. Then he looked at me and I was like "Oh you mean me." Of course I even said it in Engligh. Silly me. So then I was frazzled and totally butchered it. But thankfully God knows our hearts adn He knows what the prayer was.
It was a great time worshiping God and allowing Him to speak words in another language through each of us. I'm truly blessed.
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