So, the training camp experienc has been very AMAZING, for lack of a better word. To start off with, girls on my team. We may have only met about 3 days ago, but we truly are close already, and we are definitely becoming a family. I love them and I can’t wait to see how the Lord is going to use everyone in Thailand. The Lord has been giving freedom and I have been surrendering some things that were potentially going to be holding me back from the minister to these women that could hold me back. Also we have learned more of the ministry type things that we will be doing and it is soooo...

Training camp has been this really uncomfortable, sweaty, sleepless, joyful, incredible, moving, and amazing struggle.  Although the training is constant and everyone is exhausted from anticipation, sleeping outside, and travel, there is so much joy and worship of what is to come.  I can see this vision of evil fleeing from the light of God that goes before us.  I am walking down Bangla Road and I lift my hands and can literally push out the evil.  God did not give us a spirit of fear, but of love (2nd Timothy 1:7) and we are to walk in obedience with that weapon of love....

I didn't exactly know what to expect from training camp when I arrived just three days ago. Self-defense class? Name games? Trust exercises? Cultural debriefings? I was coming in completely blind. But I rested in the fact that none of us really knew, so we’d be figuring it out together.   Saturday afternoon, our camp leader gathered us together to give us instructions for the rest of the day. With great anticipation, he took the microphone and told us that we would be camping that night. For someone who’s never been camping before, it sounded fun. I wondered what kind of...

Training Camp… woah, nelly. I’ve been trying to figure out exactly how to describe this and sum up everything I’ve seen and felt and I‘ve written about a gazillion bullet points that I don’t know what to do with.  Words- so many words that God is speaking and pouring over this trip and our lives.  And the Word is alive, and He is moving and I’m starting to wonder where this understanding has been my whole life. There is so much freedom here.  People dance in worship.  Confession: my uncoordinated Nazarene feet were moving, baby! We had...