Unashamed

   Before reading, I have decided that this song is the theme song of my trip. I can't stop listening to it. If you would like, go ahead and listen while you read!

   

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 In the three other trips I've taken to Bolivia before, I've never seen God move so much within the church. It started Saturday night, at the youth service.

     Beginning with some games, a song, and a short message... The next thing I know, everyone goes running toward the altar. On their knees. On their faces. Jumping in the air. Raising their hands. Yelling. Crying. Standing still and silent. Dancing. Pacing.

     Seeking God and to be filled with His Holy Spirit. 

     I was completely and utterly amazed. I would have never expected it to happen. And it went on for so long, I had to get home and go to sleep, only to find out that it went on until two in the morning. It was so loud, I could hear it from inside the car when we pulled out. Wow. 

     Unfortunately, I did not have my camera with me (fail), but Sunday night, it happened again. In the picture below, you will see BHC kids, truly seeking after their Heavenly Father. Something that we should all be doing, and we should be doing it like they are. Unashamed. 

     Tuesday night, the same thing happened again. This time, I went forward to the altar with two girls that I am becoming attached to: Marioly and Alison. I had to leave the room after a little while. I stepped outside and took a walk around the property. I looked at the building that I helped build for the children, who were once living in prison, and now pouring their heart out in ways that I'm not sure I know how to do. And that was the first time I cried.

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     Today was quite eventful as well. 

     I went to the BHC in the morning, as usual. Around 10:30 a.m., I found out that there were people marching and blocking the main roads. They do this for several different reasons. Some people are against certain laws, some want more money, some just want attention from the government. Either way, Rich and Sandee were at the house, and I was at the BHC with only a few granola bars to spare and no way to get back to the house since the roads were blocked with the protesters. The women I was with at the time were talking about how I may have to stay overnight at the Hope Center. I wasn't scared at all, though. In fact, it was a little exciting to me. More adventure!

     Pami blessed me today by making me a hamburger, french fries, and plantains. If you don't know about Pami, she has quite an amazing story. Trying to help her family, she came from the Philippines, smuggling drugs for money. She was caught in Bolivia and put into the women's prison. There at the prison, she met Rich and Sandee. Long story short, she is a Christian now. Miraculously, she is out of the prison and now works with Rich and Sandee. She is an amazing woman, and I really look up to her.

The little adventure ended after lunch because the silly people blocking the streets like to take lunch breaks, so they unblock the streets and go eat. Rich and Sandee made it to the Hope Center, picked me up, and I didn't end up staying overnight.

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This is about all for today! :]

Remember to be unashamed.

Thanks for reading.