iCal revelation.

OH WHAT. Looking back on my calendar, I can hardly believe how all of this happened. I’ve been realizing that when I can’t do things in my own efforts, that’s when God shows His power big time.
Let me recap a little bit:

Right now I am being trained to be a certified Global Primary Health Care worker at one of the biggest YWAM bases in the world. Kind of a sweet deal. I’m on a school with 9 other people, and together we make up 8 different nations. 

2 months ago, I was in Phoenix, freaking out and wrestling with the idea of becoming a full-fledged missionary, which still scares the crap out of me... following God to the nooks and crannies of the earth sounds fun though so I decided that I'd be up for it.

9 months ago I began a new journey with Jesus in Newcastle, Australia, meeting some of the greatest people in the entire world. The main focus of this Discipleship Training School was to know God and make Him known. I had no idea what I was getting into. Those 5 months were the beginning of something so much bigger than myself, and God was real with me. He tore down every idea I ever had about Him and rebuilt His character in a truthful, powerful way. While doing this, He also called me into following Him seriously and not half way – living a life of faith that I have no control of. But man, I found out that it all is so worth it. 

One year ago, I got a new passport. Since then, that new passport has seen many communities, many cities, and 4 different nations.

One year, one month, 2 weeks, and 1 day ago I had lunch with Taylor Kline, who told me about this crazy organization called YWAM that sends people into the world to transform lives for Jesus.

Exactly one year, one month, 2 weeks, and 3 days ago I got a call from APU. They informed me that I wasn’t able to attend the university of my dreams that started in a week because of a denied loan, something very odd.

A year and a half ago I graduated high school and made my own 5-year plan with Azusa Pacific University to become a trauma-specialized nurse and then maybe go into missions later.

2 years and 5 months ago, I worked at a Young Life camp for a month. I met a girl named Taylor Kline.

2 years and 6 months ago, I felt God call me to be a missionary – to change peoples’ lives for the greater, and to bring freedom and life eternally.

Exactly 4 years and 6 months ago on April 16, 2006, I slumped into Calvary Community Church in Phoenix and plopped down in a chair placed somewhere near the back of the room. A man with dark hair and a genuine glow came up and spoke with vibrant words about a God who was perfectly loving and kind, and who had the power to forgive me for everything that I missed perfection in – something I knew I couldn’t ever achieve. I felt him reading the pages of my life even though I had never shook his hand.

He said Jesus could wash me clean, not like Tide on a grass-stained sundress, but internally to give me a fresh, pure soul in place of my battered one. I had never heard anything like it and adored the idea of standing rightly before a God so good. I didn’t know Jesus, but I knew for some reason that He likes me and I yearned to know Him. I declared Jesus Christ as Lord of my life that night, and was baptized with my older brother to solidify my commitment to this beloved Savior King.

Five years ago, I rebelled against every system.

Five years ago I had no idea that I would be where I am. Five years ago I didn’t know the glory of God, or even the knowledge of Him. I hated everything, had a heart of stone, and had no dreams about life.

And five years ago God still saw hope and life when He looked at me. He saw adventure, faith, and fullness of joy. He knew exactly how He was going to orchestrate every detail for every minute of my life in the years following my rebellion, and He still knows know where He’s going to take me in the decades to come.

So for you don’t think God works miracles anymore… think again.