Fear, Language and Missions Outreach: Weeks 2 & 3

Missionary Training Weeks 2 & 3

I started off week two of the Missions Internship with fear gripping my heart. Thinking all along, what I’m training for is quite scary. In my mind, there was nothing scarier than rescuing children and young girls out of darkness. If you have not heard, God’s put a passion in my heart for those suffering from human trafficking on the border of Thailand and Burma. Now, I do not have all the pieces put together, but I am willing. If He will send me, I will go. Anxiety, fear of the unknown and the very nature of the tasks in the future seem very daunting. And well, I feel rather, incapable. Little did I know, as I “revealed” my thoughts to God, He revealed release to my ever abiding soul. I continue to read, Undaunted by Christine Caine. This was the book that truly opened my eyes to sex trafficking. It’s also the book that told me to GO, in spite of fear. If fear can stop me, then destiny itself will go unaccomplished. Not just for me, but for the people that I will be sent to love out of the darkness. To picture myself there in a place I have never known, amongst a people who may never even want me, who may reject me, where I am thousands of miles away from everyone I know, is truly a soul shaking thought. And a call, that could ONLY come from God. But I live out of obedience to Him and Him alone. I live out of a love that He has birthed in my heart. A love for freedom and hope because of the freedom and hope that He gave me.

That same week, we were learning a method of how to learn the language of the people we will be living among. Part of the learning experience called us to go into the local shopping area for two days and engage in conversation with the people there. We had note cards, Spanish dictionaries and courage! Let’s just say, my conversations went as far as the words on my note card. Thankfully my partners new millions more words than I did and we were able to still have effective conversations. Along with that, we had to dine in a local restaurant but here’s the catch, we could ONLY speak Spanish. By the end of the that experience, my cheeks were burning red. I ordered the wrong drink, didn’t like my food and I was frustrated. What an experience.


Pumpkin Spice Latte Smile.

But the  Startbucks around the corner, made it all better. It showed me just how much Spanish I did not know. And the following week, I was like a fish out of water at our week long Outreach.  Our Outreach was also a part of our training that showed us how to deploy a short term missions trip.


La Hacienda at La Quemada. Family Home. 

We had the privilege of working with a family that had been serving the community of 1200 for almost 8 years. They recently started a school on their property that was built in the 1600’s. History and legacy held up the walls of what seemed like a dream. When I got there, I thought to my self, “How did I get here, this little island girl?” Their home at La Quemada, was Gorgeous, historic and mesmerizing, in every way. It’s been refurbished over the years and there were many stories that made our stay there, valuable. I was on cloud 9 until my communication was blocked by the language barrier. It began while serving the kids at church, and continued while we ministered through teaching at the school. I became discouraged until I met the most beautiful, Alma. I hardly understood a word she said, but she spoke to me anyway. We had a joke between us, she would say “Tu bonita” which means “you are pretty”. We would go back and forth saying that to each other until we both burst into giggles! Laughter has no language. Though I felt I had connected with her, I realized one very important thing, I had to make a serious commitment to learn Thai. If I was going to make a true difference when I go to Thailand, I needed to speak the language of the people’s heart.


Sweet Alma and I after making her bouquet of flowers. The beginning of our friendship.

Before I go, I have to share that this was a truly a dream come true. Doing a missions outreach in Mexico, sharing my testimony to the kids and at church in the community with the help of amazing translators on our team and lastly,  what’s near and dear to my heart, teaching the kids Art.

Three more weeks to go. And I anticipate every minute left.

Anchored in Zion

Renee Jael