Trust

It was back in 2011 when I first thought I had learned to trust God. After all, He miraculously provided for me to go to summer camp (which, by the way, I only started planning to go to one week before the camp began). How could I ever doubt a God like that?

But two years later I was questioning His ability to provide for me to make a missionary trip to the Philippines (which, again, I was late in committing to). After that, I thought I had really learned to trust God. After all, He miraculously provided for me to go on an overseas mission trip. How could I ever doubt a God like that?

Oddly enough, two years later I was questioning His ability to properly care for my beloved mother as I again traveled overseas. This step felt like the most trust I could ever put in a Being. For as long as I can remember she’s been my reason for living, my highest love, my inspiration. It was a struggle, but I finally surrendered to God and have since had peace even in the midst of the storm that is my mother’s health. After that, I thought I had *really* learned to trust God. After all, He miraculously provides life to each one of us every day. How could I ever doubt a God like that?

And then my life started getting really confusing.

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                                I call this “my cherry tree.” It’s a beautiful spot to get away from the bustle of the city to think and pray.

My plans were getting shaken out from
under me and I was so distraught. The main question of the moment was whether or not to stay in school (complicated situation, but that was my “movement” point).

The situation had started to have a major effect on my belief in my heretofore life motto, which basically states: “Impossible is just a word for people who are focused on ‘Im’ going to do this. If I don’t rely on myself (I’m), everything is simply possible.” I started using and fully believing the word, “can’t,” which, you might recall, I despise.

In a state of not caring much about even life itself, I sought advice from a godly mentor/friend of mine and decided to press forward toward my degree.

So much seemed easier after that. I was no longer confused and was better able to focus on what needed to be done for my schooling. Because of my friend, I had again seen the importance of my schooling and again I had a plan–this time one that would accommodate the constantly changing environment that I live in. I was staying in school. No matter what. That was that.

12901147_1079964748713353_4886936956258320070_oToday I learned that I am unable to complete required TB testing before the due date. In my class, that is grounds for immediate failure of the course. Again, I’m back to questioning whether or not I’ll be finishing this quarter.

Can I trust God with this? Is this problem different or harder in such a way that Almighty God can’t figure it out? No way.

And so I think back on how He’s been faithful to me in the past. I’ve attended that summer camp for 4 years; I’ve participated in foreign missions twice; I have peace to this day regarding my mother’s health; and someday I’ll tell the story of how He’s been faithful to me regarding EMT.

Friend, no matter what your current circumstances, no matter what matter weighs heavy on your mind, we serve a God who is not defined by what “I’m” capable of. We serve a God who only sees possibilities, who ever lives and loves to give you the best unimaginable gifts. I’m trusting Him. Join me?

 

P.S. This was written last night. This morning I got an email that my instructor will be able to accommodate the situation and extend the due date for my testing!

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Mission Experience–Training

The very next day, after we arrived in Brooke’s Point, we began a week of training in preparation for two weeks of evangelistic meetings. I am amazed as I look back and see how God was working in my life, personally, and also through our team in the lives of the local people.

I mentioned in my post: Mission Experience—The Pre-Trip Stories, that I was very afraid of going on a mission trip. I was afraid of travelling and being so far from home, but most of all I was afraid to get out of my comfort zone and speak. I am typically a very shy person and just to introduce myself to someone who first introduced themselves to me is beyond my comfort zone! I knew when I applied to go on the trip that I would either be in the Public Evangelism (PE) team or the Child Evangelism (CE) team. Both teams included both public speaking and—as I would soon find out—our whole team would be given lots of opportunities to personally invite people to attend the meetings.

The parts of our day which were actually considered classes were first Group Training and then Child Evangelism for me and the rest of the CE team and Public Evangelism for that team. In Group Training we learned some basic things about speaking effectively and properly along with some Filipino culture. In CE, we learned about how to speak enthusiastically so as to keep the interest of the children, practiced reading our scripts of the stories for the different evenings we were assigned to and did a lot of preparation of craft supplies and such. But, while these classes did fill most of our days, we also had some time to do other things…Things that scared me terribly, but also gave me an opportunity to see God truly working drastic changes in me.

Each afternoon we had personal time and quiet time. During personal time we could practice instruments, for those who brought them; we could take care of laundry; we could just relax, chat or whatever else. I usually spent that time either sleeping or cutting crafts out for CE.

One day, Mr. Ted told us that he was going to take all the girls to the market if we wanted to go. It was not very far away and we walked there during personal time and wandered around for quite a while. I had a nice time just looking at everything.

A picture Mr. Ted took for me while we were walking Sabbath afternoon...We called him the "camera tree" because he was holding most of our cameras to take a group picture for us. :)

A picture Mr. Ted took for me while we were walking Sabbath afternoon…We called him the “camera tree” because he was holding most of our cameras to take a group picture for us. 🙂

As it was nearly time to go, Mr. Ted told us all that none of us could leave until everyone had invited at least one person to the meetings. I foolishly tried to get away without inviting anyone, but Mr. Ted had apparently already noticed a few days earlier (on a Sabbath afternoon walk with most of our team) that I was not one to just go up to people and start talking—I had not invited anyone Sabbath afternoon until Mrs. Evert told me to walk with her and she started the talking…Not to mention the fact that I made a terrible mess of that invitation. So…Mr. Ted asked me directly if I had invited anyone.

I shook my head “no” and he said that I absolutely had to. Ugh…I was so nervous! Seeing that I was practically frozen to the ground in 100 degree weather, he looked around for someone to invite and then said “Come on, Samantha” and headed toward her. He introduced himself to her, told her a bit about our group and then introduced me and said “Maybe you’d like to tell her about the meetings we’ll be having.” I think I managed to make a bit more sense of that invitation than the one with Mrs. Evert, but still…Mr. Ted had to fill in a lot of details (such as what time) just because my mind was so jumbled I couldn’t even think.

Also on Sabbath afternoon: a few people from our team got to go to a local AY (Adventist Youth) program while the rest of us stayed back at the lodge. I was very relieved to not have been chosen to go to AY! For those who don’t know: AY is pretty much a Sabbath afternoon get together for local SDA youth to sing, share testimonies and just hang out with a spiritual focus. Little did I know, shortly after we got back to the lodge from church, it was announced that those of us there were going to have our own AY program!

Long story short, I was one of those selected to share a promotional: a short testimony, thought about a Bible verse, or a mission story. Once again, my mind froze. A few friends and I were each supposed to choose one of the above options and come up with something to share with the group within about 5 or 10 minutes.

I couldn’t think for anything—even once it was suggested to me that I share how I ended up on Mission Experience. And I still couldn’t think even when Mr. Ted practically told me my own story. Finally he mentioned a quote which his father, Mr. Evert, had shared with me while I was fundraising and that struck a chord in my memory. I quickly scribbled down a few thoughts and then our time was up.

As we were walking back to the meeting area to share our promotionals, I said: “I’m going to have a heart attack!” To which Mr. Ted replied: “That’s ok, I know CPR…” I think that comment served its purpose and I relaxed a little bit…I was still majorly nervous but I didn’t have a heart attack… 😉

As I kept having these experiences where I was terrified and couldn’t even think, I learned how to wholly rely on God. I can assure you: my brain surely didn’t do me much good! But God is faithful! I know this post is getting long, but I just want to share one more story…These actually happened during the weeks of the meetings, but they go along with this subject.

A couple days after the meetings started it was my turn to go visiting in the local community. There were some of the local church members who came to walk around with us and we usually had at least one other from the ME team with us, as well.

I was quite nervous that first time I went out. I had not been away from the lodge, yet, without Mr. Ted and this was a new experience. As we were walking, one of the local girls, Jessa, told me that I was going to be the one doing the talking at the next house. My first thought was “NO WAY!” But she insisted, as did the others.

I opened my Bible to find a verse that I could share at the next house and, as I flipped through, I came upon Isaiah 41:10: “Fear thou not, for I am with thee, be not dismayed for I am thy God. I will strengthen thee, yea, I will help thee, yea I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” Jessa asked to see which verse I had chosen and so I handed her my Bible.

She read it through and then said: “That’s your verse!” I was confused as to the reason she said that and so she repeated: “That’s your verse, Samantha…Fear thou not!” Wow. Here God was giving me the exact promise that I needed for that moment and I had applied it in my mind to far-off circumstances.

I wonder how often we do that to God. How often do we take the promises that He shows us and say “Yeah, when such and such happens 20 years from now, I will remember that promise and it will give me the strength I need to go on.”? And then we go on saying that God has abandoned us in our current situation, when really we’re just storing up His blessings instead of using them…And God is there saying: “No! This is for here! This is for now! Claim it, count on it, use it! Twenty years from now, I’ll give it to you again!”

By the end of Mission Experience I was almost completely comfortable walking up to random people on the street and inviting them to the meetings—all details included. It was on the last day of visitations that I wasn’t nervous at all as I was talking to someone I’d never met. I was practically jumping up and down! Hallelujah!

Whatever God is calling you to do, don’t refuse because you are fearful or unsure. His grace is sufficient and it is in our weakness that He can supply us with His divine strength because then we realize our total need.

And I pray that as we read God’s promises, that we will apply them to our lives now. That we will see His grace in the simplest situations, that we will accept His love for today—no matter how small or unimportant this specific trial may seem.

Blessings, my friends, as you endeavor to climb out of your comfort zones for God!

 

Until next time, (When I get to share some more amazing stories—this time about our two-week series…)

Samantha

 

My First Sermon

Written October 22, 2012

It was a lovely Sabbath afternoon. My brother and I were out hiking with some church friends in the beautiful Oregon countryside. Most of the group was enjoying the walk and scenery with Mrs. Witcombe, our Pastor’s wife, but Jonathon and I had opted for walking faster and enjoying pleasant conversation with the Pastor. Pastor Witcombe decided that perhaps it would be a good idea to stop and rest awhile so that the rest of the group could catch up a bit. Well, as we stood there Pastor mentioned that he would like Jonathon to do a sermon at our church sometime. This was an okay conversation–I agreed, he should! As the group caught up that specific subject was dropped, but as we started walking again Pastor said “You should do it too, Samantha!” Ummm…bad turn of events! In my mind, I was thinking “NO WAY!”

Fast forward about a year. I’m spending time on my knees Sabbath morning, my 16th birthday. This really is a long story, but I’ll summarize it for you. (Watch the video linked to at the end of this post for the whole story. 😉 ) For a couple years now I’ve struggled with the subject of music. This specific morning I’d been battling with God as He prompted me to destroy the last bits of it that were still in my life. When, at last, I surrendered I was at such peace that I told God that there was nothing that could keep me from sharing it. Ummm…remember the story this post started with???

So, I gave in and wrote my first sermon. After a couple weeks of “Am I sure I want to do this???” I wrote an email to my Pastor asking if he still wanted me to do that. Silly question. His response? “Yes indeed!” 🙂

He got me put into the schedule and last week I shared my first sermon. I was nervous at first, but by the time I stood up-God had put His peace in my heart. He always blesses when we submit our lives to Him and follow His guidance! What an awesome God we serve!

If you’re interested in listening to the message, it’s on YouTube.

Of Lessons Through Illness

Written October 13, 2012

I sit here tonight, in my cool messy room. My head is a bit painful, I’m congested, and my throat is less than comfortable. WHY???

Well, because you need it.

WHAT???

You need it.

SERIOUSLY???

Yes, my child. You need it. Remember you’re struggling with keeping your voice gentle? Well, I’m offering you some help. 🙂

So I sit. Yes, Lord, I think I understand.

Seems to be going around blogs, these days. I’m sick. Why? And God replies: “I have the best in mind.”

Quite recently I prayed that God would help me with my terrible habit of endless yelling. Raising my voice at the cute 3-year-old because he made a mistake. Or the growing 8-year-old who just never seems to get it.
I posted a while ago about getting quite ill after YD camp and thinking that I had whooping cough. You know how that finally got cured? I quit yelling. That simple. Shortly after, old habits returned…And guess where I am today! My throat hurts!! (I really was sick, and I managed to get over that…but my throat needed rest in order to fully heal…)

You see, I have a dreadful temper. If angered deeply enough I’ve been known to physically be a bit awful. Seems I yell my life away nearly everyday (if not every day). I hate to admit being controlled…but my temper controls me.
(Did you notice in the dialog above the all-caps in my responses? I didn’t think about writing it that way–that’s just what comes naturally to me. I’m frustrated. WHY AM I ALWAYS SICK??? [Isn’t CAPS the online way to yell?] For the record: I’m really not always sick.)

So I ask God for victory…He, in His infinite mercy, grants me some help when I can’t seem to do it on my own.

Last night, I lay on the couch. I was frustrated. I came home from babysitting for the day and suddenly noticed that the tiredness that had been in my eyes all afternoon was fever. I was having difficulties with changing the offices and positions I hold at church. (Last two years I was: chorister, Kindie Sabbath School assistant and greeter. It didn’t work out when different agreements came together and I was the Greeter, Song Leader, and Sabbath School Teacher all in one week! So, this year I’m only accepting Kindie Sabbath School assistant. But, the work is great and the laborers are few.) My room was a mess–and there was NO way I wanted it to stay that way! But I was tired. I told Mom all I wanted to do was sleep…And she said that was probably a good idea. But, no! I didn’t really want to sleep.

My sweet sister then came over and felt my forehead. “Oh, you’re quite hot!” And off she ran. Before long she was back with a cool washcloth and placed it on my head. I said something about freezing to death (quite the exaggeration, and I wasn’t even talking about current situations), but off she ran again. Quickly she returned with her warm feather comforter and snuggled me up cozily, there on the couch. Then she got another bright idea. “May I go in your room, Samantha?” “Uh, I guess” (She didn’t seem in the mood to get into mischief 😉 ) Off she ran again and soon returned with Mr. White. (My teddy bear…that I seem to not sleep well without.) She lifted the blanket and put it in my arms. Touching the washcloth she exclaimed, “this is already quite warm!” and again, off she ran to cool my washcloth. The timer went off and she ran to get dinner out of the oven. Dinner time! I considered getting up out of my cozy bed to get something to eat. Not for long…My dear sister was soon by my side with a plateful of food.

How could I be angry???

It makes me think: God in His great mercy came down to this earth, suffered for me, paid the price for my sins, served His whole life long, went back to Heaven and sent us the Comforter, and is currently preparing a place for me.

How could I be angry???

He did the same for you.

How could you be angry? Or depressed? Or troubled?

Jesus longs to give rest to the weary soul. I think it’s about time we ask, don’t you?

“Dear Father, thank you so much for coming down to this dreary place to save us. I pray that you would draw very near to all who would read this, that you would grant them the peace you have promised (John 14:27). I thank you for hearing and answering this prayer. In Jesus’ precious name. Amen.”

This is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us!

Until next time,

Samantha

Happy Birthday to me…

So just a couple weekends ago I had another birthday. It was on Sabbath and therefore was extra special to me, besides the fact that to me, this is a milestone year.

But, even all that could not slightly compare to the beautiful morning that I spent with God.

The day before I had resolved to make the last day of my current year the best it could be. I wanted to look back and remember it as a positive day. Then I’d have a great start to the next year, as well!

There is just something so special about spending time close to God. Close to His throne. In His presence.

That Sabbath/birthday morning I could feel God’s presence, and hear His voice so clearly. It was as though my bedroom floor was holy ground. It had been a long time since I was really up early enough to be able to spend time with my Savior in perfect silence–to truly “be still”.

And all I have to say to you is this: “Be still and know that He is God!”  It’s an awesome experience.

During that time, I decided that I was finally going to write a sermon like my Pastor has suggested (or rather requested). (I told God that I so enjoyed the peace in my heart that nothing could stop me from sharing Him with others…careful what you tell God!) I’m eager to share, yes, (how could you not be??) but I am also quite nervous! I’d appreciate your prayers, I don’t like talking!

But, you know what I learned that beautiful morning? When my Lord is by my side, I have absolutely nothing to fear!

 

Pressing Heavenward,

Samantha

Mission Experience 2013

Wow! I haven’t written a post in nearly a month! Oh, all my dreams of keeping my blog regularly updated are harder to fulfil than I thought they’d be! I can assure you, though, that the lack of posts absolutely does not reflect a lack of excitement! The most exciting of which has to do with Young Disciple’s Mission Experience (ME).

It was Monday, a couple weeks ago, when the phone rang. I was the only one in the house at the moment, and therefore ran to answer it. I wasn’t sure my voice would work too well, but decided that I may as well try. You see, many of the YD campers got sick this year, and I was among those sick ones. Well, when I answered the phone it was one of the last people I’d expected to hear from…Namely, Ted Evert.

It was a slightly odd and awkward phone call. My voice didn’t even work enough to say my usual phone greeting, and I only barely managed to say a few words during the rest of the “conversation”. He told me it was alright-he understood, and many campers weren’t feeling well-and then verified who he was speaking to. When I first heard his voice I imediately thought “Mission Experience”, but I was quite nervous thinking it probably was to tell me that the few remaining spaces had already been filled. I actually was thinking that I’d be relieved if that’s what they had decided, but also quite disappointed.  Mr. Ted did finally tell me the purpose of his call, after I’d tried clearing my throat to speak, and seriously failed…The way I explain my response is this, “I answered the phone and my voice wouldn’t work, he told me his purpose for calling and my brain wouldn’t work!” 🙂 I am accepted! And very excited! All I managed to say was “awesome”…And after he told me the usual “if you need anything, or have any questions, we’ll be here” the one-sided phone call ended and I went to my room, fell on my knees, and asked God how it could possibly be true. Questions flooded my mind.

Is it really possible that I, Samantha, am going on a mission trip??

Aren’t there other youth out there who are better prepared??

Did I really realize what I was getting into when I said “I will go” ??

And beyond all that, how am I going to raise over $2000 towards ME expenses??????

 

I am now working on the fundraising part of this trip. Praying and asking God to provide.

Here’s the basic explanation of what Mission Experience 2013 is…A youth-led evangelistic series in the Philippines, reaching dear people for Christ.

 

We’ll be leaving the US on March 25 and returning on April 25, 2013. I would really appreciate your prayers, now as I’m (and many other youth are) fundraising, but most importantly while we are overseas. I’ve never been overseas before, and it sounds a bit scary.

 

I am going to need the help of all who are able. In order to reach my goal I will  need to raise a minimun (I’d love to raise more!) of $2, 200 towards the expenses of the trip. Half of that must have been reached by October 15. I have plans to do some Literature Evangelism here in my local town, soon, and by God’s grace that will be helpful in reaching my goal. It’s exciting to me: doing outreach twice! Selling books with precious gospel truths in them, to raise money to go and share the same truth with others!

 

If you would like to help financially, I would also really appreciate that. You can send your check directly to Young Disciple Ministries, (made out to: Young Disciple Ministries), PO Box 400, Inchelium, WA 99138. And please write my name, Samantha Edeliant, in the memo field so that they can keep track of how close I’m getting to my goal.

 

Let’s all do our part to hasten Christ’s second coming!

 

‘Till next time,

Samantha

Literature Evangelism Experiences

I had SO much fun in LE (Literature Evangelism) class the first week of camp! On Monday Mr. Eugene Prewitt (our teacher) shared some tips and instructions on how to be a successful literature evangelist. He also gave us some time to go over our canvass and make sure we knew it.  We got to know each other a little bit and then were ready to go out the next day into the community.

On Tuesday I went out with my unit/tent counselor, Katie. She was one of the experienced canvassers so I was able to take a little time to get comfortable with the situation. 😉 After the first house she asked if I’d like to do the second and I told her “no”, so she did that house. As we walked to the third house she said “okay, Samantha you are doing this house!” I said “okay…I guess” Then when we got to the house I noticed that the owner was outside and for some reason that is intimidating to me…Katie did the talking at that house as well.  After that she insisted that I do the next house so I knocked on the door and nobody answered. Oh, the suspense! We finally left and after asking if she’d do the next house since I knocked on that door I ended up doing the next one…and nobody answered! I was getting a bit annoyed–nobody was answering their doors for me and I’m one of those people that is terrified of doing something new until I try it. Finally after 3 or 4 of those houses I at last got to talk to someone–and my mind went blank in the middle of my canvass. I was thankful that Katie took over!

We had some really neat (and some scary) experiences that day. We met a dear lady who bought some books and then told us that she knew Sylvia Evert (Mr. Tony’s wife) and that because we didn’t have a “Real Heroes” Bible story book that she’d just ask Mrs. Evert for it. 🙂  Then as we went along we met another lady who told us that she’d bought one of our cookbooks-More Choices-from one of the canvassers on the ferry last year. She wanted to see the other cookbook and ended buying that.  The creepiest thing that happened that day, and really all week, was when we walked up to this house and there were 4 or 5 men sitting outside. There was also a lady who was in a wheelchair and told us that we needed to talk to her mom about the books. So we did and she wasn’t interested, but before we left one of the men told Katie that her voice was sexy…Oh wow, and we’re turning our backs on these guys! Praise God He can take our backs while we move forward for Him!

Another day while I was canvassing with Victoria, we went up to a house and the man which answered the door told us that we ought to talk to his wife. So he got her and she came to the door. When we showed her the cookbook she wasn’t interested, but as I showed her the Great Controversy she said that we really ought to talk to her husband because “he’s the history guy”. She ended up shouting to him and he told her to decide. She said they weren’t really interested and we asked for a drink of water. She said sure and invited us in. Then she pulled out some chairs at the kitchen table (honestly, a canvasser’s nightmare) and asked us to sit down. We told her “thank you, but no thank you 🙂 ” and her husband said that she’d much prefer if we had a seat. Okay…I guess. So we sat there and drank our water as they kept us in constant conversation about EVERYTHING!! “So where are you from?” “Why are you doing this?” “What religion are you?” “Why would you go that far just for summer camp?” “Are you all alone?” “Do you know the area?” “If someone is driving you around, is he outside right now?”   Victoria finally thought we should be leaving and so told him that…His only reply “Who is the current governor of Florida?” Victoria wasn’t so sure and guessed incorrectly which got the man in a whole other conversation about the other man! I then said “we really should be going, we have a lot farther to go…” And then standing up touched Victoria’s shoulder and motioned when she looked at me that she should stand up too.  A couple minutes later of talk about the things they’ve been doing around their house and I repeated the fact that we needed to go and headed for the door. He finally stood up and said he’d let us out. The awesome part was that during that conversation we discovered that the reason they didn’t want the book was because they already had a lot of books…they ended up buying a DVD on Daniel 2!

Also that day with Victoria we talked to a man who told us he’d love to buy a book and help us out, but he didn’t have any money because he didn’t have a job. We told him we understood and then I asked if he’d like us to pray with him before we left. He said we could and so I had a prayer right with him at the door.

To you that may be a silly thing to be excited about, but to me (a girl who hates praying with anyone) it was a huge victory! Mr. Prewitt had encouraged us to pray with people at the door but I had thought that I’d just ignore that. Needless to say, God had other plans! Before I knew it we were on to the next house and I was praising God for His willingness to work with even the most nervous individual who wants to serve Him.

Then for the Grand Finale of stories…

Notice how the log hit the windshield more on the passenger side. The driver still had clear enough vision to drive all the way “home”.

On the way home from canvassing on Friday afternoon we could tell a storm was brewing. I don’t remember why right now, but for some reason we decided that maybe we should pray. Katie had a prayer for us asking God to protect us as we drove home and to also protect the others on the road and the campers at YD.  Just after she finished Mr. Prewitt saw visible rain up ahead and so started counting down to when we’d be in it: 5…4…3…2…1 BOOM!! (And he didn’t make the “boom”!) We all opened our eyes (shut them very fast because we were startled) and we saw that the windshield had been shattered!

This picture was taken sitting still waiting for the ferry to leave…It was STORMY!!

The “visible rain” that Mr. Prewitt was reffering to was not rain, but sticks and one of the large ones had hit the van. Mr. and Mrs. Prewitt and Katie who were in the driver, front passenger, and middle second row seats had glass all over them. Thankfully the windshield didn’t completely fall in, so somehow Mr. Prewitt had the presence of mind to just keep driving-of course he made sure everyone was ok.

We made it to the ferry and the two who were canvassing the ferry got the most surprised look on their faces that I have ever seen. Their mouths dropped open and they just stood still as statutes until we parked and then they came over and were like “what happened?!?!?!?!” Mr. Prewitt called YD and notified them that we were almost back and the van was not in the best condition but no one was hurt except for a very small piece of glass that got into one girl’s chin.

It was kinda funny when we pulled up by the kitchen–it almost seemed we could be celebrities! 😉 Mr. Evert was there to meet us and soon one of the camp nurses, a couple of the office staff and Mr.Ted were there also. I don’t know all who, but there was a crowd by the time we were all out of the van.  As we girls walked back to “girl’s village” we were taking glass slivers out of our shoes and shaking our backpacks, dusting our shirts and jumping to get it off of our skirts. We had an interesting story to tell our friends who weren’t with us in the van!

Praise God absolutely no one got hurt (or even close) on YD’s actual property! This really cool video shows how the Lord moved the storm around YD…

 

So, have any of you done LE? It’d be fun to hear about your experiences!! 🙂

Until next time,

Samantha