Blessed be HIS name

Wednesday, November 14, 2012.

Lying in my bed, I woke up at 5:30 in the morning. I hadn't been able to sleep well the past 3 nights, and once again, I had to wipe tears from my eyes before I was even out of bed. Thoughts filled my mind as I laid there listening to my two missionary sisters in their deep sleep. This is really it. My last full day. The recital- oh so much to still prepare for it. All these faces that look at me and say, No te vayas. Don't go. I tell them I must go, but it is so, so hard. And my family, what are they doing? Are they ready for my return? How will my transition take place? Will they be the same family that I had left three months ago? I couldn't take all the rushing thoughts anymore, so I rose and began my day. I went down to the kitchen and began preparing for cooking paczkis (Polish doughnuts.) Mikayla and I had agreed to meet about 6:30 and make a couple batches of doughnuts for the Recital that evening. I had no idea what food Julie was going have, so Mikayla and I decided to double the recipe. Three hours later we had made over 80 doughnuts. As soon as we had finished we separated and went our own ways for the rest of the morning. Mikayla went to school, and I began to wander around aimlessly trying to keep my heart and mind under control.

At my house in Michigan, there is this old swing that hangs from a Walnut tree. It has been there since my oldest brother put it up when he was young. It is one of my favorite spots and anytime that I need to pray, or cry, or just be, that is where I go. Being in Mexico at the time, I didn't have that spot, but there was one very similar at the park. Down I went. The three green swings hung from a metal frame right next to a hill covered in purple, yellow, and white wild flowers. The sun was shinning, and I could feel its rays sinking into my skin. I sat and swung for a good while, just praying to God for the day, the recital, the way home, and my broken heart. I tried to hold the tears back, but how could I? I was about to leave the life I had just gotten to know, and the people, how was I too say goodbye? Then God reminded me of a song,

Blessed Be Your Name

In the land that is plentiful

 Where Your streams of abundance flow

                   Blessed be Your name

Blessed Be Your name

When I'm found in the desert place

Though I walk through the wilderness

Blessed Be Your name

Every blessing You pour out

I'll turn back to praise

When the darkness closes in, Lord

Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord

Blessed be Your name Blessed be the name of the Lord

Blessed be Your glorious name

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  Blessed be Your name

When the sun's shining down on me

When the world's 'all as it should be'

Blessed be Your name

Blessed be Your name

On the road marked with suffering

Though there's pain in the offering 

Blessed be Your name

You give and take away

You give and take away

     My heart will choose to say

                                            Lord, blessed be Your name

There was nothing else to do than sing these words in a prayer to God. As memories of the past three months played through my mind, I was grateful for everything that God had given me. He was to be praised; for every laugh, tear, and moment. I still had a whole day to live there, so I stood up ready to continue on the path God had laid in front of me. One step at a time I will follow Him. And the next step was to walk up the hill to the house and finish what God had given me, I had a recital to direct. 

I had spent the rest of the morning folding programs and translating introductions into Spanish with Jorge. Geesh that was a task. But we completed just in time for lunch! As soon as lunch was over a group of us headed up to the school to begin setting up for the recital. 

Everyone was helping. It was so cool to see so many people in support of the recital.

Setting up the refreshments table

Using Christmas lights really made it look special!

 Everything was beautiful. All the children were dressed so nicely and our special visitors had arrived. I was so nervous and excited, it felt just like my first recital. But I was surrounded by my new family and loving friends, I knew that the evening was going to be one to remember. Enjoy the few pictures below!

It was truly the best recital of my life. All of the kids played wonderfully, and all the special artists did beautifully as well. I had ordered a personally engraved medal for each of them. They all loved them! The younger ones didn't take their's off all night, and about 6 of them had them on again the following day. It was so special to see their smiles as they received theirs at the end of the night. I miss these people greatly and pray to return someday. I will forever hold this day in my heart~ blessed be the name of the Lord.

Being a missionary is hard.

There are all these children looking up at me and observing my life every day, I'm trying to learn how to teach piano in Spanish, I'm trying to learn how to just speak Spanish, and keeping up on my own school studies. Missing my family and friends, and upholding friendships with everyone here. Cheese that tastes funny, clothes that always feel damp, and cold showers. And on top of all this, God is working quite diligently on my own heart and life.

But you know what?

If God hand picked me to serve here, then these are not complaints, but praises. If this is all that I have to "suffer" then so be it! God gives strength daily, so I don't have to be worried about being "able." Stephen was stoned, the Apostles (among many others) were executed, John Bunyan was sentenced to prison, John Elliot was speared, all this for something called the Gospel. And the whole time they were being persecuted, they were praising God that he thought them worthy to suffer such things.

"God doesn't call the equipped, he equips the called" ~Unknown

"If any man speak, let him speak as the oracles of God; if any man minister, let him do it as the ability which God giveth: that God in all things may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom be praise and dominion for ever and ever. Amen." 1 Peter 4:11

I'm finding out, that even though at times it is hard to serve here, all the little "sufferings" are completely worth it. Every time that I say the wrong thing in Spanish all the kids laugh and laugh, they think it's so funny. That's okay though because it allows me to laugh with them. God is good, and he takes care of his people.

"The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God: And if children, then heirs; heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ if so be that we suffer with him, that we may be also glorified together. For I reckon that the sufferings of the present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us." Romans 8:16-18

Homeward bound

Just a few more hours, and I'll be homeward bound. It doesn't seem possible that 12 days has already gone by. These days here in Mexico were such a blessing to me as I worked, watched and played with the children. Seeing a new culture, land, and people for the first time really opened my eyes to the world around me. Wanting to spend every last minute here, this post will be short. But I wanted to let everyone know that I will be back tonight, and can't wait to see everyone!

Finally here

I was not aware of how full one day can be! Sunday morning I woke up around 6am, not knowing what the day would bring, and headed to the airport. Mrs. Claassen and I checked in fine, and everything passed through security, praise God. 10:25 hit and we were on our way to Mexico. Looking back in my old journal entrees, I found that on March 9, 2010, I wrote that someday I would go to Refuge Ranch. A year and a half later, here I am. It is absolutely beautiful here! I am literally looking out the office window staring at a snow caped volcano. Being from Michigan, I had never seen mountains before now. They are gorgeous. Mexico city is amazingly HUGE. As we were flying over it, houses and buildings just covered the earth as far as we could see. The first thing I see walking out of the airport to be picked up, was a palm tree!! After waiting a short time, our rides arrived, and we headed out. Then we drove about two hours to Refuge Ranch. The Ranch is on a hill so from here, you can see several cities along with rolling hills, palm trees, and beautiful wild flowers. When we arrived at the Ranch, everyone was still at church, so we ended up welcoming them home :) Mrs. Claassen and I settled in our room and as soon as their big red van pulled in, everything started. Lots of children came at once wanting to see 'Grandma' and what 'surprises' she had brought this time. Ever since then I have been playing with the children, trying to keep up with their Spanish and sorting through many buckets of clothing. The Marshal family has two teenagers who I am able to have full conversations with, since they are both completely bilingual. They held youth group last night with the older Zaragoza girls, and myself. We played games, one of them being the shaving cream and cheeto toss! It was really a lot of fun. Although, still trying to get used to the time change (being 2 hour difference thanks to our time change) I'm ready for bed about 8:30, and am waking up at 5 in the morning.
As I was on the plane, soaring above the earth and all it's inhabitants, it reminded me of how big our God really is and that he knows everyone of our names, and not only that, but our past, presents, and futures too. God is quite amazing.