That day we traveled up into the mountains to serve in a medical clinic people came from miles around...walking....just to see a doctor. We took photos of people and printed them right on the spot (via a printer hooked to the cigarette lighter in the truck) Some of those people had never had a photo of themselves and were so happy to have that 4 x 6 photo. We played games with the kids, painted little girls finger nails and just had an amazing time. There was joy all over that mountain side.
The whole time we were there in the back of my mind I kept hearing the Lord tell me to give my testimony. To which I would once again reply with I can't. Finally by the time we came down off the mountain I submitted & agreed but only if He would give me the words to say.
It was the first time that I had ever shared my testimony publicly and honestly I am not sure what I said but I know that the Lord gave me the words that night. I looked out into a see of faces and in the midst of the brown eyes and dark hair I saw smiles from light colored skin, friends that truly knew me and knew my heart. That trip was the beginning of a journey for me. I realized on that trip how much God loved me despite my failures and short comings. Have I believed it every day since then? No way....there have been times when I have totally forgotten it all together but as time has gone on He gently reminds me that He will never leave me nor forsake me....that He is for me ....and that He gave it all.
