The Best Birthday Ever

Today was our final day of ministry with the Rockwells among the Quechua of Peru. It has been an intense week physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Along with it being our last day, it was also my birthday.

We went to a national park this morning, where Danial partook of as many climbing activities as possible, including his desire to scale mid-way up the canyon walls (he did not do this though). We had a picnic lunch in a windy, glorious canyon that brought huge refreshing to my soul. I still don't get how anyone can look at something like this and say there's no God. After lunch, we went to our final village of the week.

Everything went normally, except that we had a group of adults that were sitting across from the children who also made gospel bracelets. I explained the meaning of the beads as Larry translated into Quechua. Afterwards, some more dialogue went on, and I stood by and prayed that God would open these people's eyes. One of our drivers, who's a believer, shared his testimony and further challenged these adults to trust in Christ alone. Larry told me after we had prayed that it was a very good thing, and that God was doing great things. As we were sharing the gospel, it seemed that several of the ladies were being pricked to the heart. I don't know yet what the final outcome was, but I could tell that the Holy Spirit was moving on them.

The Quechua people are a people without the hope of the gospel. They are without Christ and cut off from the God who created the world in which they live. As we were driving down the mountain back to the center here, I could hardly keep from crying. My heart breaks as I consider these people - and all of those who don't have Christ. And as my heart breaks for them and my desire to see them saved grows, the only cry of my heart is "Here am I! Send me" (Isaiah 6:8). Please pray for me as God leads me to wherever he would have me spread the glory of his name!