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Since arriving in Guatemala, I have been asking the Lord to reveal Himself to me in new ways each day. This hunger I have for His presence is something quite new to me. I ask Him to show up and HE DOES. Each day on this journey I’m given a sweet moment from the Lord that reaffirms His deep love for me.

This story is one of those special moments:

A way I feel connected to the Lord back at home is when I’m alone. Here on the race being alone is not a luxury we’re afforded very often, so I’ve found special ways to spend time with the Lord even amid a group of people. 

It normally takes about 30 minutes to get to Antigua (where we do ministry a few times a week). We take a small bus everywhere we go; in that bus, I have my special spot that, at this point, everyone knows is mine (last row window seat). I put my headphones in, turn them to max volume, and look out the window. Something I’ve been struggling with this month is grasping the depth of the Father’s love for me. I’ve been praying for Him to reveal to me how He looks at me. So, during one specific ride, I was listening to “On and On” by Capital City Music and I felt Him whispering His love for me through His creation. There was a beautiful rose branch hanging amidst a busy city street (something many would pass and think nothing of); but the Lord said to me in that moment, “what a time is this, I placed those roses there for this exact moment. I made those for you. For you to delight in, I made everything for you. You are my daughter. I had you in mind when I created it all.” 

That is my Father! He shows up in the sweetest ways and leaves me with more love than I ever thought I deserved.

The Lord has taught me this month to appreciate the small moments with Him. Even in a bus full of people, He still gives me moments of deep intimacy with Him. I’m so excited to know my Father more and more every day. 

A verse God has placed on my heart this month is Galatians 4:6-7: “And because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of His Son into our hearts crying, “Abba, Father!” So, you are no longer a slave but a son, and if a son, then God has made you an heir.”