Wow. What a trip. I didn’t write the past 5 days because I’ve been going non stop and never had time to sit and write. We spent the last 5 days in Medan at an orphanage called Yacan. This orphanage had older kids from elementary age to college age. This was a much more advanced orphanage. It was clean and well kept in comparison to our time in papua. The children were incredible and the facility was much more up to date. We got to actually stay at the orphanage in the guest house. We were waited on hand and foot by the children and staff. At first I felt almost guilty. These people were so genuinely caring and loving. They were such a huge blessing to me.
I met one girl in particular named Yati. She was 22 and aspiring to move to America to become a teacher. I’ve never met anybody so full of life and joy. She taught me the importance of working hard, loving life, and serving God with your entire heart. Every day we spent hours (I’m not joking) worshiping God in song. It feels like we spent almost the entire time there singing praise songs in both Indonesian and English. Listening to children worship at the top of their lungs was the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. I loved every second of it.
We worked in the crazy 90% humidity laying brick for their garden so they can grow their own food. We painted the building and taught the children English. We also hosted a basketball camp and took the children shopping. It was amazing.
On the 3rd day a majority of our group got incredibly sick. It was a huge breaking point for a lot of us. That night we had a revival night were we prayed for healing and redemption. The next morning everybody was feeling much better. It’s amazing what happens when the Holy Spirit is welcomed and present. I’ve never experienced God in the way that I did on this trip. When you truly believe He can, heal miracles happen.
It shows just how big our God is. That even across the world there is a country singing praise and worshiping the same God that I worship in America.
The beautiful thing about the people in Medan was that this is all they knew. They knew that the most important thing in life was to honor God with their entire life. They had no materialistic ambitions or wants. They cared only about loving their God and showing love to others around them.
How incredible would America really be if there were more people like the ones I met here in Medan? I’m taking back so much with me that I gained on this trip.
This morning we woke up at 3:00am to leave for the airport. We said our goodbyes and I cried like a baby. As soon as I got in the car I received a text from back home, this was unusual because I never had service except for this quick moment. I read through the text that I had lost my job back home in America. My heart sank even deeper than it already had. Without going into details, It was heartbreaking. For a moment all I could think was “what will I do? Where will I go next?” Immediately the group stopped the car laid hands on me and prayed for me. (How amazing are these people? I’m so blessed by the people in my group) with arms embracing me and the Holy Spirit present I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. I have no clue where this will lead me, I loved my job. I made incredible relationships. But I serve a God who promises that He will take Care of me. He takes care of the birds in the sky and the fish in the sea. I am so much more important than the birds and the fish. I know He will provide.
Remember how I keep saying the year of 23 is a big one….. well these past 2 weeks have for sure been the most pivotal moments of my life. I could write a book on just the year of 23.
Next stop is Bali again. We have 3 days to debrief and then I head home. This trip has been the most eye opening, challenging, and incredible trip I’ve ever been on. I wouldn’t take any of it back for a minute. I think I’ll definitely come back again next year.