What a whirlwind this month has been. Mongolia is by far the strangest place I have ever been. From the language barrier to the fermented horse milk, there has literally never been a dull second. I could go on and on about this country. What I love and what I think is so weird, but for now I am just gonna share my heart about my sweet sweet team. You see, a lot of us thought we were coming here to serve the people of Mongolia, but once again, Jesus had a bigger plan.
In the past 4 weeks I have seen my nine girl’s lives transformed by the power of the Gospel, the power of the Holy Spirit. I’ve seen it in their actions, their words, and their attitudes. I have seen it in the ways they love people. The ways they worship and pray.
He loved us so well this month. Transformational love. Unconditional love. The kind of love that compels us to love.
He took 10 (somewhat guarded) hearts, and molded them together as one. He gave us hearts for a city we could have never even dreamed of. He redeemed us, taking us literally from burnt ashes into beauty.
This month, my team loved hard. They loved each other hard by giving good feedback and speaking life over one another. By preferring one another and laughing together. By playing endless games of Bananagrams and allowing others to win (LOL YEAH RIGHT, no grace in Bananagrams…).
And through this love, they were able to love the people of Mongolia well. Through prayers, deep conversations in broken English, feeding them, cleaning up after them, and welcoming them into our home.
Jesus allowed us to be his Heart to this Nation. And oh, what a privilege it has been.
I woke up on our second to last day of ministry with a nasty Mongolian stomach flu… As a leader, this was a hard pill to swallow. Allowing them to “end well” on their own in ministry and team time. But dang did they show up. They went from being meek and timid in ministry, to bold and Spirit lead. In my two sick days, the Lord showered me with pride over my girls. They are powerhouses of God’s love and they don’t need me anymore.
As I sit here and watch them write letters to our Buddhist and atheist friends, sign their names in Mongolian Bibles, and laugh together as they share memories- I have full confidence in their ability to “start strong” in their next seasons.
Look out family and friends, your girls are coming home changed, empowered, and ready to bring the Kingdom to wherever God calls them. I luh you “best girls”. Can’t wait to see what Jesus does in each of you!
Mongolia, you have been weird. So weird. But my, oh my, have you been beautiful and life giving.
^tbt to that v abrupt goodbye
