Sunday, October 31, 2010

Take It To The Streets

A man went to his pastor and said, "I'm tired of being fed the milk. When am I going to start getting some meat?" The pastor pointed out of the building and said, "The meat's out there."
     I recently heard someone share this story and I love it; it's so representative of what I've been experiencing and learning here in this DTS.
     I've really been able to form some cool relationships with people on the streets here in Auckland that I'd like to share with you guys. The first guy is Marco. He's a garbage man from Fiji, he doesn't live on the streets he just works them. Every morning on my way to school I see him collecting garbage. One morning I walked by and I just decided to say hello, he looked kinda sad and it's just a habit to say hello to people in passing. But the way his face lit up when I did made me want to make an effort to do it again. So the next day I did and I got to talk to him a little bit. When I went to shake his hand he couldn't because he had gloves on so he offered his elbow and so we bumped elbows; it's kinda become our handshake now. Whether or not he has gloves on I still bump his elbow and he laughs and laughs and laughs. Seeing Marco every morning has become something I look forward to and cherish. He just lights up when he sees me coming, "OH GOOD MORNING! How you are?...Nice day....etc" We talk and laugh and just have begun to enjoy each other's company every morning. Sometimes I find myself leaving early for school so that I can have more time to talk to him.
     The next guy is Bob. It's actually kinda funny how I got to meet Bob. I saw another friend from the streets by my hostel and I stopped to talk to her, Bob was sitting next to her and he stretched out his hand and said, "Hey I'm Bob!" Then I just kept seeing Bob everywhere. I see him so much that he knows me and remembers things I tell him about my life. Now Bob lives on the streets and is seen either on Queen St. or K Rd unashamedly begging for money. But this guy never fails to ask me how school is going, how my week's been, what I've been up to; he just wants to talk. Sometimes he'll ask me to sit down and just chill with him as he begs. But this man who lives on the streets did something really impacting yesterday; he gave me food. He had a sealed pack of Asian crackers and tried to get me to take them. I said, "No Bob I've got plenty of food, you keep them." I had a can of baked beans in my purse and I tried to offer him those but he didn't want that. He wanted me to take his food, he wanted to bless me. He finally said, "If you don't take them I'm going to throw them away." Realizing that he needed to feel like he had something to offer, rather than always being in need, I took the crackers and thanked him. I asked him if he had enough bus fare to make it "home". He said he'd be alright. I looked and realized that he clearly would not be so I took whatever change I had and put it in there and he got upset with me. It was as if I just had breached a line. I've given him money in the past but it's not what he wants from me anymore and I think that he no longer sees me as a rubber-necker who throws change at him but as his friend and he wants my friendship not my change. I was so incredibly impacted by this, I still am.
     It's changing how I relate to people on the street. Marco and Bob are showing me that what people want most is relationships. They want the love that can only come through a friendship. And for people that feel like the whole world is working against them and that they can't get ahead; to have someone who comes and sits and talks with them, it gives them hope and it gives them dignity. It encourages and strengthens them. I can see the change in their eyes. I see the change in their demeanor after we've talked. It's just incredible what a difference it makes. I think I'm finding what it means to be Jesus to people. And as much as I'd like to thing that it's changing people, all I can say for certain is that it's touching people and it's changing me.
Karangahape Road in the 50s
     So the challenge to you is to dwell with people. Loose the agenda to see them saved or off the streets and be their friend. Get rid of the schedule or timeline and just get to know them and watch what it does to you and to them. Take it to the streets cause that's where the meat is.

Sunday, October 24, 2010


Here are some links to youtube videos that ya'll can watch and enjoy but I'll add a little sumthin sumthin to make them funnier ;-)
Ok this video is a small glimpse of my first New Zealand hiking experience. They told us that we were going to go on a scenic hike but that it was going to be like a very easy stroll. I thought, "This is good since the only shoes I brought were TOMS, I'll be ok." I was so wrong. We begin our hike and within the first 20ft I slip and fall, my butt now covered in mud. It wasn't too much further before I slipped and fell again. Guess who was the happy camper of the group.....Anyway because so many of us were slipping and falling and having difficulty "strolling" through the ankle deep mud, a whole group of us got left behind and we ended up getting completely turned around and, in a way, lost. We took the wrong fork in a road and it took us back to the main road we started on. Me, Lauren, and Chelsea saw this as a great opportunity to return to the cars and take a nice little 1.5 hr long trail we saw earlier. (I might also add that at this point it felt like a tropical storm was upon us). So we went back to the vans, dropped off some stuff and proceeded to the, what we thought, was the easier trail. Boy were we wrong!!! We took like the black diamond level trail! And this is just a small video of part of that experience. P.S. I ended up falling 10xs on this trip and now have very nice hiking shoes
This video is just a clip of the crazy NZ seagulls here. For the longest time we couldn't figure out what was making this awful noise but then we figured out, "Oh my goodness it's those dang seagulls!" If you think that seagulls in the States are this.
This video is a drive by of Karangahape Road aka K' Rd. I walk this street everyday and it is lined with sex shops. The first one you see is the one that I had the sex shop convo at. At night the streets are covered with prostitutes. Pray for K Rd.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Thank You Video

Just click on this below:
Thank You video for all my supporters

Sex Shop Convo

     I'm still not exactly sure how to describe what happened today, I'm honestly dumbfounded; both by how God worked in the conversation and of what I heard and saw. I set up a mic attached to my ipod and started recording before me, Erin B and Lauren went into the sex shop "Erox". I enter and there was a woman working the counter and she immediately asked for our ID's; she told us how she gets in big trouble if she lets someone underage in the store and thus the conversation began. We went in and presented ourselves as customers, three girls trying to get a budget and ideas for a bachelorette party; I felt that as portraying ourselves as "customers" the people would be most likely to open up to us, especially since some other team members haven't gotten anywhere by simply going up to the people and saying, "Can I ask you some questions?"
     The real open door was when I recognized her foreign accent and turns out she was Russian! So BAM there was my open door! I'm still baffled at how she just poured out information; she ended up talking to us for 30 minutes! She was just revealing all these details and there was no question that I asked that she didn't answer. I asked how she got started working in stores like this and she told me how she couldn't find any other work and she got so fed up with it that she told her husband that the next job that comes up, I'm taking it and it ended up being at a sex shop. So here's a woman who was just trying to find work and had to resort to working in this awful and disgusting place, which she admitted she had to wrestle with at first. She began to tell me how hard it was at first and how shocking it was for her to see things. She brought up how it was shocking not because of the products but because of what goes on behind the scenes, the drugs, the alcohol, the addictions, etc. Just absolutely stunned me the things she brought into the conversation.
     Another thing that really stunned me the fact that she just looks so respectable and she demands respect from people. She verbalized her frustrations and intolerance for men who come in and don't treat her with respect. Yet she totally doesn't make the connection of how the products she's selling demeans women. What does she expect? She expects people to treat it like a business reaction and, in her eyes, she is running a respectable business. She's worked her way up to a manager position and, in some way, takes a little pride in what she's become. Erin noticed that she had a small tv behind the counter that was playing porno films the whole time, basically for the person on the clock to watch when they want; so she's not separate from it, rather she's very much a part of it now.
     We "got to" go into the back and have a look at the private rooms and the theater where people pay to go watch porn flicks, it was hard not to vomit. A tiny black room with a chair, tv screen and a roll of toilet paper on the wall. The chair and the floor were stained from seamen....."respectable business?!"
     Things like this are allowed to go on because we don't stand up to it. The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men and women to do nothing. We walk by in the mall and are disgusted by the Victoria Secret pictures and displays, but if your only action is your own personal disgust than you haven't done anything. We want to complain about the lack of morality and the lack of virtue in our world and on some level it is out of our control but the idea of being tolerant has seeped into the Church like a foul odor and that's what we fall back on when things bother us. We're so afraid to be rejected or offend people, so afraid to be disliked but we're mostly afraid, I think, of being responsible. We feel like if we do step out once we'll have step out every time and "who has the time?". If you don't have the time to stand for what's right and to stand for what you believe in, if you're not willing to make the time, then what are you making time for? If justice was served on a silver platter, everyone would do it. Yes it's hard but when in the entire Word of God did Jesus say it would be otherwise? Sure it's time consuming. Sure it's disgusting. Sure it's hard and you may never see the results you desire. But please, we need to stop sitting on our bums just talking about things and start doing something about the things in our society that bother us. Why the Church has separated itself so far from activism, I don't know but I think it's due time we started to rise up and take a stand against evil that is allowed to be mainstream!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

A Walk In a Sex Shop

So as I too you guys, K Rd is lined with sex shops. Up until today I have merely been walking past and praying, but today I actually went in one. It was an adult video shop, small but packed. It had private viewing booths advertised outside so proceeded to ask the man working the register about it and how that worked. After he explained it to me I asked if I could ask a random question, at this point he thinks I'm a customer and it was key to what he later revealed; I asked him whether his customers were mostly male or female. He told me they were mostly male but most the girls that come in are working girls. This confused me, I knew he was talking about prostitutes but why would they come in a movie store? So I asked if they came into watch movies and he said, "No no we've got rooms for them in the back." "Oh so prostitutes bring their clients in here?" I ask. "Yeah we've got private rooms for that as well." This is key because its not something that's advertise and there was a very hush hush sort of way he talked about it, almost like it's not supposed to be commonly known. But there was something in his voice that led me to believe that he had to keep it quiet and that some pretty dark stuff goes on in those private rooms. There are two big gangs that work in Auckland and both are known to traffick women, one in particular deals with prostituting young girls from ages 14-18. These girls can be seen from my hostel window and we've been told to keep our distance because their "pimps" are never far away and are not afraid to protect their investment. So I couldn't help but feel like some o these girls were being brought into this place and that this guy knows and sees a lot. But the crazy thing about it is how casual he was about it. He spat off information like a fisherman who knows and enjoys his work. These are regular people that have been desensitized, they're lost souls caught in sin and my heart breaks for them.
When we left the sex shop it felt as though I were wearing tight coat, I could feel the evil on me and had to do some serious intercession. I plan on continuing to try and interview these workers and better understand what goes on on K Rd. Please pray for continued protection, grace and open doors. I need the favor of God and man here. I just feel so utterly compelled to do this and I'm not sure why yet so we'll see where this goes.

new pictures 

Enjoy :-)

Wednesday, October 20, 2010


Kia Ora! Wow a lot has happened these past five days. Friday we left for Tauranga which is about 2 and ½ hours north of Auckland. We had the huge honor of be invited to stay on a Marae (pronounced like “more-eye”) which is kinda like a Maori reservation; it’s a place that Maori people come to gather for various reasons; it’s a hub of history, culture, ancestry and family. So we arrive on the Marae but you can’t just walk onto the Marae, you have to be called and welcomed onto the Marae and there’s this whole protocol that you have to go through before the Maori will welcome you onto the Marae. So we all gathered at the gate, the girls were all wearing skirts and were standing in the front and the men were standing in the back; we also had a couple of Maori girls with us who would answer for us (it’s a call and response thing). So one of the Maori women starts to say a bunch of stuff and she calls “Haremai” which means “welcome”; now that we have been called we begin to walk onto the Marae while the Maori girls respond back; this goes back and forth for a little bit. Then we are allowed to sit down in a designated area, men now in front (the men’s position is always to protect the women, it has nothing to do with status). Now a Maori man speaks for a long time, we have no idea what he’s saying because it’s all in Maori. Then after he talks for a while they all stand and sing a song; now it’s our turn. Andy, the registrar, stands up to speak for us now and introduce us; he thanks the Maori people and blesses them then tells them about who we are, where we come from; then we all stand up and we sang a song back to them, we sang “How Great Is Our God.” Then after we finished our song Andy walked forward and laid a gift on the ground, then without turning his back on them, he walked backwards to his seat. They received the gift then sang another song and officially welcomed us onto the Marae saying that it was now our home and that this was now our family. Then the best part, we all hongied (this is a Maori way of greeting where two people touch noses and foreheads and inhale in order that you may share their breathe aka share their life). We went down the line and did the hongie with everyone on the Maori, sealing the deal; this was my favorite part, it just really made you feel welcome. After that we were treated to a traditional Maori meal: pig, cabbage, sweet potato, stuffing, and pumpkin that was all cooked underground. It was really really really good!
            We stayed in the fatanui (fah-ta-new-E which means “peace”) on the Marae and the whole building is carved and painted, all of which represent stories. The building itself represents a body the front you see the head at the top of the house and the arms stretched out, welcoming all in. Once you get inside you are in the womb of the house; you look up and see this central and wide pillar running all the way down to the end of the house; this represents the spine and all the posts running from it represent the ribs. The symbolism behind all 27 of us sleeping in there together was just really cool. We were all sleeping in this “womb” and it just spoke a lot of unity over us; we’re all brothers and sisters and we’re all together in this….it’s really hard to explain.
            So all this happened on Friday! We all slept on the floor in the fatanui. Our first night together we found out who snores, who screams, who farts, who talks, and apparently I sing in my sleep lol. So Saturday we went to Mount Maunganui which is a volcano and a beautiful beach area. I saw sheep in New Zealand for the first time and I climbed all the way to the summit of the mountain; the view was breath-taking, it was hard not to cry.
            Saturday night Josie tells us that on Sunday that some of the Maori people come to the Marae for church (Protestant) and that they want us to take over both services and speak. Josie was like, “This will be great training for outreach so who wants to speak?” I didn’t volunteer but was volunteered by some friends to speak…so Sunday I got to preach. I preached on love and how true love means that we must die to self; preaching out of the book of John (all over the book). Everyone said that I did really well and I got a lot of compliments. One of the biggest things I really took away from that whole experience was just how faithful God is; when I was 6 years old I was told I was going to be a prophet to the nations and now here I am, in the nations preaching. So that was super cool.
            Now let me just tell you a little something about Maori church…it goes on FOREVER! Apparently in Maori culture, one of the big things is that everyone has a voice and that everyone is allowed to speak; you can imagine how this would alter a church service. Well worship was beautiful, I get up give my sermon and I thought ok that’s it….NO. People start getting up after me and giving more “sermons”, some people would just talk about stuff that you would share over coffee or something but they shared it nonetheless. Like five people get up and speak and the pastor of the church hasn’t even spoken yet. Needless to say church went on for 3 hours……….it was beautiful but long and the night service was no different; it went on for 3 and ½ hours, except the only difference was that I had the giggles; I laughed for like an hour straight. I’d like to say the Holy Spirit just came on me and I just responded by laughing, but that’s not what was happening. I was tired, my butt was sending pain all the way up to my head and everyone of my friends I looked at had the funniest look in the world on their faces; so of course I couldn’t help but laugh. And ya’ll know that there’s nothing worse than getting the giggles in church lol.
            Monday through Wednesday we woke up every morning and went to the Tauranga House of Prayer (which is apart of IHOP); we spent 4 hours there Monday and Tuesday and then 2 hours on Wednesday. After THOP we went back to the Marae for lunch then rushed back for lectures with Aaron Walsh, who’s the founder of THOP. He blew our minds and challenged us like no other speaker has challenged us thus far. The lectures are definitely increasing in intensity as the weeks go by. Which let me just take this time to say that I can’t believe that I’m on week 4!!!!!! Ugh anyways; then Wednesday we drove back to Auckland.
            Tauranga, the Marae, and being out of the city was so incredibly peaceful and was very much needed but we all were actually starting to get homesick for Auckland which has started to feel like home; this really surprised us because we all thought that we would never want to leave the country but we’ve got so many different relationships going on here in Auckland that it just feels like home to us now.
            Yeah so that was my Marae/Maori/Tauranga experience. 

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


 I'm going to Thailand! I know what you're thinking, "What happened to India?" Well I did always say that it was just an option, an option that I wanted to go to but it was subject to change and so it did. I was given 3 outreach options: South Africa, Middle East (which might be Israel or Jordan), and a Wild Card which could be Thailand or Vanuatu. South Africa and Thailand were the only two that would be dealing with human trafficking and because of that those two appealed to me most.
     I was freaking out because we only had a short amount of time to process and decide where we wanted to go. We had to give our top two options and list why for each destination. After a lot of prayer, thinking, listening, and seeking counsel I decided to put Thailand as my 1st option and South Africa as my second. I put Thailand first because 1) I felt the Lord was leading me there 2) the more research I did for Thailand the more I didn't want to go to South Africa 3) There is some history in my family with Thailand; my grandfather (on my mother's side), after he and my grandmother divorced, lived in Thailand for a while and actually married a Thai woman. So those, amongst other reasons, were why Thailand. And now I'm on Team Thailand!!
     What I'll be doing in Thailand is still unsure because it hasn't been planned yet :-). One of the cool things about this trip is that we'll have a lot of influence as to what we do and where we go. We'll be doing a lot of pioneering, that's for sure. Very excited. My teammates are: Becca, Sam, Robert, Rachel, Amy, Lauren and our team leader Josie.
Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure:

Ok something about what's to come; this Friday we are leaving to go spend the weekend at a Maori Village (Tauranga) we're going to be staying there in a Maori house and getting an official Maori welcome. Maybe we'll learn the haka! Then we'll be staying somewhere around there at another ywam base to hear from a speaker and we'll be there till Wednesday. I'm excited to spend a couple days out of the city. It's gonna be a ton of fun.

This week our guest speaker is from another dts in NZ, Josh Menning. He's teaching us a lot of theology; it's been really good; a lot of information. But so so good.

Hmmmm what else to tell....... Oh Sunday I got the great privilege to take a lady who was begging on the streets to lunch. She's a schizophrenic and was very open about it. So I really hope to keep seeing her and keep building a relationship.

Anyway it's kinda late and this blog is kinda long. But some prayer requests I'd like to list for myself are:
-Pray for me and my family; I'm starting to get rather homesick
-Pray for unity within the team; the honeymoon phase is over lol
-Pray for guidance

Thanks so much; that's all for now. Much love and Blessings

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Day of Poverty

     So Friday I lived a day of Poverty; whatever I went to bed in is all I was able to take and keep with me, other than that I owned nothing. I woke up unable to brush my teeth because I "don't own one." That was so embarrassing and just made me feel dirty. Then we had to walk to class without our shoes, walking on K Rd barefoot through the glass and trash; people passing by were looking at me weird and I just felt shameful and I was upset at them for passing judgement on me with the looks they gave; they sized me up with every glance, filling in the gaps of what "my story" was. But as painful as their looks were, I didn't want them to just ignore me. I wanted them to look and see me.
     We get to school and if we wanted to eat or drink we had to ask the people who couldn't eat or drink to make us something; which was pretty hard to do towards the end of the day when they were starving and their mouths were dry.
     On the way back from school I got to talk to a man who lives on the street and he asked me for some change. I told him that I honestly don't have any and explained why I didn't, that I was spending a day in poverty to better understand what it's like. The look he gave me...there just aren't words for what was in his eyes; he was happy, satisfied, impressed, loved, and perplexed that I was spending a day in his shoes. It really humbled me. When I woke up this morning I was clean, I had everything I could ever want at my fingertips; he woke up in the same hell hole he went to bed in.
     He got to where he's at because of bad choices but he remains there because of our bad choices-choosing to withhold, choosing to ignore, choosing to keep walking, choosing to judge, choosing to indulge, choosing to be separate. Have we not the courage to sit with broken people and feel with them? "Justice is giving power back to people." Pour your privilege out on others and stretch out your hand to them, help them up. Give them the dignity they deserve as human beings; the dignity of having a friend.

I want to end this blog entry with an encouraging story to give you hope that things can change. One of the leaders here, Andy, befriends people on the streets and has made a commitment to give whenever asked. One time he gave a guy, what ended up being, just enough change for his bus fare. This man was on his way to someone's home where he was promised a hot meal. Andy's act ministered to this man so much that he gave up smoking pot to save up enough money to be able to take Andy out to eat to repay him in thanks. So one day when he saw Andy again he took him out to breakfast and the guy bought him a Sprite and some sausage rolls. This guy ended up giving his life to the Lord and is such a blessing to those around him. 

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Mix and Match Update

Monday began our first official week of DTS with speakers and such, our first speaker being a man named Phil Cunningham; he started an awareness raising organization called Steps of Justice. This week he's been just giving us a lot of information on a lot of different injustices and it's been heavy but great.

Tuesday we found out our outreach destinations and the choices are.....*drum roll*.....................actually I'm gonna leave you guys hanging on this one. There are 2 options and one wild card lol. Please be in prayer with me as I try to discern where the Lord wants me to go. I have to let Josie know by this Friday (ya'll's Thursday). And when I let her know I'll let ya'll know.

Every Wednesday here we have a thing called, Community Lunch, where people from the community are invited to the church that hosts us (Urban Vineyard) and they give them a great free meal. Who are these people that come? -The homeless, people on parole, people fresh out of prison, addicts, drunks; basically, the lost and the least, the people Jesus would be hanging out with. This picture underneath is from yesterday. The man playing the guitar said he didn't want anything to do with religion and then maybe an hour later he was in there leading us all in precious worship. God does crazy things and is bringing a lot of healing. I wasn't sure how I would like Community Lunch but I look so forward to it; you meet new people and just get to build relationships with the broken. It's not so much about giving them Jesus but being Jesus.
 Today I believe we're doing a prayer walk around the city of Auckland. And this Friday we're doing a day in someone else's shoes, kinda thing. We each chose a team "Poverty", "Malnourished", or "No Water" and all day Friday until Saturday morning we're to live life as one who is afflicted by these things would. So the Poverty team would go out for the day in whatever they went to sleep in, they own nothing so whatever they use they have to ask for to borrow. The Malnourished team cannot eat all day but must be present at meals. The No Water team is not allowed to use water at all; no flushing toilets, no washing hands or teeth, no drinking, no nothing. I'm very excited about this experience. I'm on the Poverty team and will certainly blog about the experience with that. 

One more thing I want to talk about is a picture; it's a picture of a nice Victorian style building called, "The White House" and it's a brothel, one of the few that are known about in Auckland. Please look at the picture, think of the girls inside it. Are they there by choice? Are they there by force? How did they get there? How old are they? But don't just think and feel for them. Pray for them. Our team has made a habit that every time we pass this place we stop in front of it, circle together and pray. God hears our prayers and He hates what goes on in there more than we do. Pray for them

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Some videos from NZ

This was filmed in Davenport on the mountain there. On the mountain you can slide down the side on cardboard so I tried it and this is what happened:

Friday, October 1, 2010

First Week of School

So the first week of DTS is over and I can't believe it's only been one week. On one hand it feels like I've been here for months and on the other it feels like it was just yesterday that I arrived. Regardless of how long it's been, I'm having the time of my life (literally)! 

     Some interesting things have happened but first let me tell you about the school and what we learned this week. The first 2 days were just a more in depth orientation about what to expect, who ywam is and all that. But we also shared our testimonies those first two days. There's a real spirit of unity here, one that can only come from God.
     Then Wednesday we learned about Hearing God's Voice; we just went through kind of the basics of how we hear God's voice, why we need to, etc. Then we had a time set out to listen and apply what we learned; to see if God would speak to us. And He did. Some really cool things were shared; some as simple as an encouraging word. But all a unique and vital experience that we'll need to succeed here and to do the Lord's will. 
     Thursday (yesterday) we learned about intercession and how it differs from prayer and then we interceeded for whatever the Lord put on our heart. It was really powerful! Then later that day, after lunch, we watched a justice movie. Every Thursday we watch a movie about some area of justice that will correspond with the subject of justice being taught on Justice Friday. Yesterday's movie was a NZ movie called, "Once Were Warriors." It was about the Maori culture and how the Maori people, that live outside the villages, have become very violent and abusive; alcoholism, broken homes, abuse, etc all occur regularly in the modern Maori family. (I do want to emphasize that this behavior is polar opposite of what traditional Maori's are all about. Don't misunderstand.) It was a very emotional movie and I think all of us were crying through the whole thing. But one thing Josie, the leader of the school, said is that although we work in dark situations, we don't focus on darkness- we focus on light. So we had time to process and to debrief with each other; talk about our feelings and our emotions and then pray together. All good stuff!
     Today (Friday) I got to lead worship with another student here named Minsoo and now I'm the leader of one of the worship teams here at our YWAM. I'm really excited about getting to apply all I learned in my Worship class at Trinity and the chances that I have had to lead worship and experience other types of worship settings. I think it's going to be really good. My team and I will be leading worship on Monday for an hour set and on Friday for a 15 minute set. Can't wait to see what the Lord is going to do. 
   So some random things that occurred within the week; I was approached by a prostitute who then asked me if I would have sex with her. Had she not been wasted I would've talked to her, but this stuff happens everyday on K Rd, even in front of where I live,  and the random and crazy confrontations are growing more frequent but I'm determined to take those from being confrontations to ministry opportunities. For now it's just a lot of praying as we walk up and down K Rd.  
   There's also a homeless man that lives right by the hostel, when I say live I mean he sleeps on cardboard boxes, and I've had some interaction with him but not enough to open doors. I think he just needs to see that I'm for real; I'm praying for ways to be the hands and feet of Jesus to him. For now all we know is that he's homeless and he sniff glue. 
   Lot of oppression here and I can feel the darkness as we walk to class everyday. But Josie told us how some of the students went in the sex shops to pray and interceed; that really caught my attention and I think I might end up doing stuff like that (sorry if that scares you mom). 

   Tomorrow we are going on our first weekend activity to the beach and i'm SO EXCITED! So lots of beautiful and fun pictures are on your way. 

That's all for now! I love you and thanks for the prayers

Catching Up

I'm switching from using facebook as a blog site to this so here's the previous posts that may have been missed: 

Day two was a lot of fun. After breakfast we walked all the way down Queens to a store like Walmart called the Warehouse, got some supplies and just enjoyed the sight of the city. After lunch we met another ywamer from NZ who showed us around and took us to the Auckland museum. We had to walk through this park to get to the museum and the greenery and plants were stunning. We spent more time in that park than in the museum. While in the park we saw a lot of baby ducks and it was a super cute scene but as we kept walking we saw one of the babies had be separated from its family so Roydan and I acted like sheep dogs and mushed the baby back to its family. It was a pretty funny sight lol. Roydan, the Kiwi, could not understand why we were taking so many pictures and just got a big kick out of us, especially when we wanted to go in the cemetery.
Today I think we're gonna try and go to the zoo and maybe to the wharf, we'll see. We start school Sunday night!

School started last night and it was wonderful. I'm so excited for what God's going to do in and around me these next three months. Something really cool happened that I want to share; we had worship to kick off the DTS and we sang the song God of Wonders by Third Day. For those of you who haven't heard me tell the story, this song is very symbolic and holds powerful memories in my life. The first night we arrived in Ukraine we were in their worship service and we were confused and disoriented but we caught onto the tune of one of the songs they were singing and it was God of Wonders. So we sang it in English while they sang it in Russian; it was the most powerful collision of heaven and earth that I've ever experienced. It was the night that I felt the call of the Lord to be a missionary so to sing it on the first night that I'm back on the mission field was powerful and it brought tears to my eyes.
I feel very at home and comfortable here; not necessarily because it's NZ but because it's the mission field and this life clicks within my soul. I'm so excited. 

Today was the first day of class and one of the things we did was write out our expectations and hopes for the DTS and the leader, Josie said that there's no reason why all of them shouldn't be met and satisfied. So it was very encouraging and confirming to know and hear that. Tonight we're meeting with our small groups for the first time and we'll get to hear the staff's testimonies tonight as well. But I have to go now because I have minutes left on my internet. Much love