Missions Training: The finale of the lessons learned.

I disappointed November by disappearing from the face of my blog. It was the month I went home, to face the grief and loss of my precious great grandmother. But before her departure to heaven as home, I was finishing the most intense of the of the 6 weeks of Missionary Training. In our last weeks, we were challenged the most. We were given the tasks of public speaking and learning the art of fundraising. You see as missionaries, we are called to communicate our hearts in a way that would exude passion. And for me, this was not only challenging, but overwhelming. The call I feel, is to be a light in the place where sex is sold, where innocence is taken from the innocent. The facts were overwhelming and the call became very, very real. I became brutally aware that this was not for the faint of heart, but it is for the compassionate. Compassion, a true treasure and gift from God that is leading me where “feet may fail” into depths deeper than I feel capable. But in my weakness, I find strength, in Him and Him alone.

Whether it was the discomfort of public speaking or the plethora of facts on sex slavery, I concluded one thing that I was sure of, I cannot in my own strength face the giants. I am better because of the training, way better, and I am more aware of my weakness, creating a reliance upon God like never before.

I have realized the greatness of my need for Him. His love is radical and it never fails us in our weaknesses.

I miss these great people so much. We are better and well equipped with the skills attained. Mike and Deborah, we are grateful for the legacy you imparted into us, and wherever God may lead, my prayer is that we make Him and you proud in the process.

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“If the passion on the inside of you is greater than the circumstances around you then the stage is set for greatness.”- Mike Turner

Anchored in Zion

Renee Jael

 

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

Mission Internship-Week 1

20130928-194703.jpgHave you ever been so sure if something that nothing could dissolve your confidence. There have have been many times that I have, and well, it’s about time I stopped doubting. I am right where I am supposed to be. This Saturday would make it one week since the team of 12 Mission Interns arrived at our training under  Life Link International. It’s been one information packed 7 days of learning any subject from conflict resolution to how to manage stress. And today we got to go on a “field trip”. As a group we realize that we are a unique and special group of people. In our first week, more has happened than normal. Each occurrence trying to deter us, hinder us, and discourage us. Personally, I’ve fought against things I’ve never had to fight before, while still fighting battles that are just asking to be overcome. I’ve learned more about God’s unrelenting love, His aggression for my heart and for my soul in a few consistent days than ever before. His love is stronger and that’s all there is to it. Within this first week, I’ve learned this trip isn’t just about me becoming a successful missionary but it’s also about me becoming. Period. To know God more is my heart’s first mission and to make Him known is second.
Anchored in Zion
Renee Jael

Endure

I walk in imperfection everyday. I cheat on my “diets” by making flourless peanut butter cookies. I pretty much add peanut butter to everything. But that’s probably not the best “diet” is it? Truthfully, I’m not dieting, I’m just experimenting with better ways to eat healthier. But this post is not about diets or peanut butter, It’s about endurance.

We are expected to endure the blizzards and storms, keep it together and hold our ground. We dare not fall through the cracks while the earth opens up from under us. And while we can’t choose our storms, when they start or when they stop we can choose Joy and Peace. They are both a choice and prayer away.  So today, in this moment, I am choosing Joy, by thinking on the sweetness of my Savior and the promises of His word.  That “the mountains may depart and the hills be removed, but my steadfast love shall not depart from you, and my covenant of peace shall not be removed,” says the Lord, who has compassion on you.” Isaiah 54:10

The years may seem short, but the days may seem longer, as the waiting and dawning of new hope is anticipated. God reassures us that even “the mountains may depart” and even “the hills be removed” but, His “steadfast love” remains. And if His love can save me from eternal death, it can save me from everything else. It can keep me from being utterly ripped apart by the cold and harsh blizzards. It can help me to, Endure.

It can answer all my questions and ease my worry. His love is endless and it fills the gaps that the earth creates. His love is enduring, And I can endure with it. We can endure with it. Hold fast, the tides are washing over and the sun is rising, just over the waves.

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Anchored in Zion

Renee Jael

 

 

All of life is The Undoing

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“All of life is a process. All of life is the undoing and there are layers of things we walk through. He lets us walk through a process to build a man or a woman that couldn’t be built any other way. He is asking us to get good at process, to admit we blew it and acknowledge we need to get close to Him”-Steffany Frizzell-Gretzinger (Always Getting Closer, Sermon)