Costa Rica. Pura Vida.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted anything, which is rare for me.  But I actually have a good reason this time.  I’ve been in costa Rica doing some encouraging mission work with my school.  And let me just tell you some of the things that happened on this trip.

First off, before I even left the country, $125 appeared in my passport.  So that was cool.  That was the beginning of the unexpected.

I hear from God a lot, although I’m not always aware of his prophetic voice.  My school has a pretty big focus on the prophetic, so we give and get encouraging words a lot.  But never in the capacity that we did in Costa Rica.  The thing is, I have a hard time fully trusting that it really is God’s voice I hear in the random thoughts that enter my mind.
The first church, the one that we spent the most time with, the pastor just let us do what we were going to do.  My whole team went up and were expected to have a word for someone in the church.  There was a woman that God had been speaking to me about, but I thought that I was hearing him too clearly, that it was too easy, so I assumed it was me and not God.  But there was no one else that God was speaking to me about, there was no one else that I had a word for.  So I just told her what I heard, how proud God was of her, and how much he loves her, amongst other things.  I didn’t even know that she had told her brother that morning that she was feeling like giving up her position in the church.  God used me to tell her exactly what she needed to hear in that moment.
The next church we went to was a “jungle” church.  It was outside on Tuesday nights in a open space of dirt.  When we were greeting different members of the church, God told me he was going to heal a specific elderly woman.  I didn’t know what was wrong with her, but I knew she was going to get healed.  My roommate and I were praying for this woman’s back, because that is what was bothering her.  We didn’t have a translator and I only speak a little bit of spanish, but when we asked if there was anything different, if she felt any change, she started weeping and looking at the light and wiping her eye and thanking God.  Anu and I didn’t know she was blind, but God opened her eyes, and now she can see!  Her back got healed to.  In fact, I think that almost everyone we prayed for that night got healed in some way.  It was mind blowing!

We went to a church in San Vito, which is up this steep, windy road on the top of a mountain.  I ended up being one of the team that preached there.  I talked about how no one needs to be a pastor in order to be a minister or to be used by God.  Jesus was a carpenter, I’m a writer, and lots of other people are used by God everyday who are not pastors.  There was a group of missionaries who are in Costa Rica to help with drug rehab, but are right now just starting up a youth group.  A few of them added my team and I on facebook.  One of them sent me a message a couple days ago to tell me that he was really encouraged by what I said.  That he had never felt called to be a pastor, but was doing full time ministry in another country.  This in turn was really encouraging to me.

Costa Rica.  Pura Vida.  Rich Coast.  Pure Life.  God is doing things there.  He opened eyes and ears, and made the lame walk.  People are learning to hear and trust his voice.  And I will never be the same.

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