I remember the rush of determination I got when I started going geocaching (basically, an outdoor treasure hunt). Running through the bushes, looking under rocks, climbing through the trees, I was determined to find the treasure, even if that meant getting stuck by thorns and spending hours looking in the dirt. I wanted it. And I knew I was capable of finding it, because my dad would tell me I was.
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Ever have one of those moments where you look around and you’re struck with a massive magnitude of meaning? A completely unexpected moment where something mythic unfolds right before your eyes?
I had a moment like that a couple months ago in Kenya. Now, every missions trip I’ve been on has been filled with occasions that have stopped me in my tracks. A church filled worship service in Poland , a mountainside prayer night under the stars in El Salvador, a prayer moment with a father and his kids in Trinidad. So many memories of pivotal God-orchestrated intersections with beautiful people.
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