A place where you pray it pores buckets.

For the past two weeks I have worked for the government. YWAM Darwin has been contracted and funded to put on a holiday program for underprivileged children in the community. So that means Tuesday through friday at half eight, (my leader if from england) we jump into vans and drive around Aboriginal community's picking up kids, our target age is ten to sixteen. It is kind of like a scavenger hunt. You see a kid on a trampoline behind a house so you stick your head out the window and yell "Oiii, Do you wana go to the wata paaak?" They run up and ask, "Can Denzel, Justin, and Ryan come? Oh and my other cousin?" But you can't make out the names until you have collected wavers from all of them with their names spelled out on them. It took me fifteen tries to figure out Denzel was not Dethil, finally he just sayed exasperated "LIKE WASHINGTON!" We took an average of sixteen kids everyday on adventures to things like Litchfield national park waterfalls, mini golf, fear factor games in the park, and the water park. To tell you everything that happened or how crippling tropical heat is on your energy level would take all day. I will just give you a few photo that will speak way louder than any words I may have.

The worst moment: Usually my van was the one that went to Mimarama and Kululuk. We only ever picked up boys. But today we picked up a girl named Bianca. We were on our way to the Mall. The plan was to play live "Where is Waldo" in the mall. My team was me and nine kids from the ages of eight to sixteen in a mall! If you can not already sense disaster you obviously have never tried this at home. Well DON'T! Right off the bat I lost the three oldest boy because they thought the game was lame. I thought, "Fine I will find them later." Then the rest of the kids began to forget the game and began their own, including running, punching, climbing, and minor swearing. I managed to keep a gentle control by hold the worst boys hands when they started to knocking things over and stuff. I was holding onto two children rotating at a constant rate. I managed to retain most of my patience and keep us on track. But my heart was beginning to break because this one little boy just wanted to walk holding my hand. I just couldn't hold his hand because I had to keep pulling kids down from the top of displays and pick up the things that were getting knocked over all along the way. I began to notice that Bianca was the instigator of it all. She was always the first to run, the first to climb, the first to touch things that were not hers, always the first to swear and the hardest to catch. I finally got ahold of her and she started to scream and flail and try to grab something to break. I gave up. I sat down. And I held on for dear life. The next ten minutes where full of teeth, fists, spit, and more profane language that you could even imagine an eight year old to be able to remember. I was almost brought to tears, but I stood my ground and just began to pray quietly in tongues. They all stopped and just looked at me. All I could do was look back and continue. From that moment on they were quieter. And Bianca began to listen to me. I don't know wether I spoke in their language or wether it was just the holy spirit talking but in that moment the understood and listen to what I said. We later dropped the worst kids off at home and went to lunch without them.

The best moment: Teresa is from Germany and everywhere she goes she seems to be praying or singing quietly to herself. It is really quite helpful to remind me at least of why we are here and doing what we are doing with cheerful hearts. One day after lunch she was singing a bit louder than usual "One way Jesus, you are the only one that I will live for." Since we are government funded we can't really be as forward with what we believe; we can only really love on them. It honestly makes you feel like your hands are tied behind your back at times. But on our way to take the kids home there was no radio on for some reason and the kids just started to sing that song! Small at first but after a few times the whole car was singing!!! "One way Jesus, you are the only one that I will live for." It was unbelievable and such a comfort that God works even when your arms are tied behind your back!

I always fall into brown eyes.

Charles Darwin

Proverbs 16:33 "We may throw the dice, but the Lord determines how they fall"

I am not encouraging gambling or roulette. I am just beginning see how God determined how my dice fall.

I have always dreamed of coming to Australia. I have always wanted to surf. And I have made it a goal to prove I do not need college. Conclusion YWAM WAVES SUNSHINE COAST. So I threw the dice hoping to win a surfer body, tan skin, and a sexy accent. Now may I tell you where they fell?

I walked into an open air church with dusty fake flowers in the front. Half the people where Aboriginal Australian and the rest of them were elderly. It was an odd mix to say the least. But as we were worshiping God I began to notice that congregation really knew how to worship God. In the first song, I noticed this old lady named Marla. Singing to Jesus from her chair. God whispered in my ear, "You are going to need to pray for her." I was like alright cool just let me know when. Then our leader motions that she has something to tell us. The pastor just told her that we have to do a skit or something... We had nothing prepared... So we began to pray and worship a bit harder. Offering time came, as the basket went by the lady looked at me with condemning and expectant eyes. But I don't have any money. I haven't had a job in 6 months. I am YWAM. So I closed my eyes and asked, "God is there anything you want me to give these people tonight?" I got an instant and powerful response. I have never heard God's voice to clearly, "Hannah, I want to do healing in this house tonight." I began to cry; I always cry when I feel the Holy Spirit but this was sobbing. I kept hearing that same phrase over and over and over. The next song came on and the lyrics where: There is power in his name, There is healing in the name of Jesus. I fell to my knee's. The girls were a little worried at that point so they asked, I replyed with a whisper the words God gave to me I passed on to them. On my knees I said "Ok God, but when and how? Do I just walk up and take the mike from the girl singing?" I felt I needed to just walk to the front and wait. At that point silly me asked God for conformation, I felt a little crazy, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. The man standing beside me was praying loudly in tongues and the only english word that came out was healing. Moments later he walked to the front grabbed the mike and said, "I think we need to sing that power in Jesus name song again." I thought alright it is now or never. I stepped forward and reached for the mike. At that point everything went a bit blurry. Though tears, pounding heart and shaking hands I became God's Messenger. "God wants to do healing in this house tonight." Simple as that, my team stood beside me. And then the people started to come. I prayed simple but powerful prayers over an uncountable amount of people. People were falling down in the spirit. I have never seen anything like it in my life. I was in a missionary book that I never believed was possible. I found myself at the feet of the woman at the beginning of the service, Marla. I spent the rest of the night praying through every single one of her struggles and pains. I ever got snot on her skirt. It was SUPERNATURAL! As quickly as it started it came to an end. We all sat back down and some man gave a sermon. I didn't hear one word. I just sat with my Bible open to the passage God had given our team Isaiah 42. I read verse 9 over and over. "Everything I prophesied has come true, and now I will prophesy again. I will tell you the future before it happens."

Outreach day 1: The dice fell.

It is time.

This week we sang a song it said "Fill us up, and send us out." All week I have just felt a huge blanket of piece over every piece of life. Even as people began to disappoint me and thing began to go wrong. There was just this very real peace. There are more important things in life. It was really cool. I honestly got nothing out of the teaching though. I feel like a sponge that is completely full of water and the only way to absorb more is to squeeze it out and I just don't want to.

Again and again I poor myself into relationships just to have to say goodbye. I just have to remember it is worth it. I have to repeat that to myself often.

Matthew 6:33-34 "Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need. So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring it's own worries. Today's trouble is enough for today."

Here we go.

Rozzy Wilma Teresa and Hannah are off to

Darwin, Australia and Bali, Indonesia!

Is it more loving to wash the other girls dishes or not?

I was looking for words to describe this feeling: tired, exhausted, worn out, weary, fatigued, zonked, done in, pooped, just plain tuckered out.

I spent a few more thoughts on it and remembered my own words written in a small brown book only six months ago:

"Today marks the beginning of the last days, the hardest days, the days of nothingness between other things, the awkward invisible space between beginnings and ends. I am in a constant pursuit to make these days not only bearable but enjoyable. If I am not ready, please help. I can not believe I came and now, went. I will carry only a few things with me. But my bag is heavy with friendships. I have learned patience by understanding time, I am sandy and I just don't mind."

The things I gathered from a week on "Inductive Bible Study":

The first missionary is written about in Mark 5. His name was Legion because there were so many demons inside of him. The man lived in the cemetery and was always naked. "Day and night he wandered among the burial caves and in the hills, howling and cutting himself with sharp stones." (5:5) This man was crazy and possessed. People feared him. They couldn't even lock him up; he would just break the chains. Society was at a loss they no longer knew what to do. Then Jesus showed up and sayed, "Come out of that man you evil spirit." And they are all forced to leave. The man is left normal and in is right mind. He had been clothed and saved from an unimaginable life of constant torture. The man pleaded with Jesus to let him come with him. And Jesus replied "No, go home to your family, and tell them everything the Lord has done for you and how merciful he has been." In that moment the man became the first missionary! Jesus had just told a mad with no credibility, probably to education, no history in the church, and definitely no letters of recommendation out into the mission field. So if you have ever thought "I am not qualified" "I don't have enough education" I haven't lived a virtuous enough life" "No one will listen to me" "I don't know how to be a missionary" Those are strait up lies. Isn't that cool?

I also learned that our culture is best reflected by kindergarden age. Ask the next one you run into, whether is is a niece or a random at the park, what they would do with if the had 100$. You will prolly get answers like a new bike, a car that can turn into anything, a swimming pool, a barbie dream house room makeover, a brush that doesn't pull your hair, vacation all the time. Some how things like clean drinking water for all the other little kids in the world, an end to child prostitution, protection for all the animals that go extinct every day, a cure to cancer, or cleaner air to breath doesn't quite make the list. What does that tell us about ourselves. Are there a few adjustments that need to be made?

Food for thought. Just let it simmer.

Hello and Good bye.