I am Blessed!!

My first mission trip- wow!! wasn't sure if I was excited but I knew that prior to going there, I was supposed to prepare myself, messages to share- I became 'task orientated' and thought that I was carrying an important mission- to be the ambassador , to be this and to be that...
OK now that the trip is over and I am back- my view was that they have blessed me, that I have been given an opportunity to 'walk into another path of life'- a borrowed path for a short time-ie 8 days, which has enhanced and put more colour into my life journey...

Rather than the concerns over sanitary and lodging, I was actually overwhelmed by the way these people move around in the dark of the night with no light at all. We took a 6 hours journey to Irrawaddy Delta and reached at 3am- took the' cycca'- a type of public transport there where 2 passengers sit back to back while a peddler on a bicycle cycled us around. They cycle us around in pitch darkness with no light- I was utterly amazed that this activity can be carried out in such darkness...over the next few nights, I kinda of got used to walking in the dark ( with the help of a flash light shone ahead) after dinner while we were walking back to the rest house..

It was summer so most of the time I was 'bathing in my own sweat' and will fan myself ferociously with whatever 'satay fan' I can lay my hands on...but when I was praying for people, my sweat will drip down and most irritating was when it gets into my eyes- but I guess this adds to the 'flavour' of things...not to mention, when we wiped our faces, the tissue bore marks of dirt the colour of 'teh tarik' and our hair felt like 'twigs and wires' .... HA! HA! HA!

God was there all the way, the spiritual battle was real and the oppression in the air often times was thick indeed, but we saw people set free and touched by Him, we saw smiles and joy returning to faces after prayers, we saw bodies and spirits strengthened and restored because God loves them...clenched fists inflicted by stroke were loosed when before the fingers were unable to straightened, waves and waves of the power of the Holy Spirit flowing through their bodies which they have no prior experience caused them to inquire and ask for more, blinded eyes which could see nothing were opened to detect the flickering light from a candle, stiffened limps were restored and strengthened to walk, deep hurts buried in the hearts were released through tears of joy when the Lord touched them and healed the hurt....drooped shoulders and heads that hung low were lifted up when burdens and yokes were cast at His feet!!...
At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord!!

The children are precious and in one place, we heard children 4-7 years of age reciting the "Lord's prayers" in English with thick Burmese accent-makes me wonder if we here in M'sia know how to pray this prayer....sigh...take a moment and just look at the smiles displayed on the faces of these kids- so untainted, so genuine- they glowed with joy to see their pix taken- no play-station, no computer, no MP3...

At the end of the day, going there to share, I guess I received more , I guess I am blessed more!! They have shared their smiles, their simplicity, their fervor, their humility, their genuineness by being themselves- no wall erected, no added artificial 'flavouring'- just being themselves!! Isn't that what life is all about??