Sunday

We were up early Sunday morning for the trip back to the church for a baptism. The congregation, visitors and our team all boarded a charter bus for a trip to a camp ground and river for the baptism service. Before the baptism there was praise and worship, testimonies and a short message. The congregation sang “Open the eyes of my heart” to us in Spanish and then we sang it for them in English. The Lord was answering that prayer. As each person prepared for baptism the congregation sang a verse of “I have decided to follow Jesus” from their hearts. It was an encouragement to the people being baptized, a testimony to the bystanders and an affirmation of our own baptisms. After the baptism the weather forced us to return to the church for the rest of the service. Normally this would have been an all day fellowship at that location. We celebrated communion together and more worship time back at the church. As I shared in communion my thoughts naturally turned to our church family who were doing the same that morning over 6,000 miles away. We shared a last time of fellowship together as our children played in the rain together and then it was time to say goodbye. There was such joy in being with our new friends and such heartbreak at leaving. My prayer going into this trip was that the Lord would do a work in me and “open the eyes of my heart”, I have my answer.