Ensenada

Funny how the random direction of a conversation can take you to places you had not thought about for a while.  Talk with a few people after our church service this morning went from someone needing a table & chairs to moving furniture to unique ways of moving that furniture to someone else having moved a pile of mattresses on top of a van from Ensenada to Tijuana, Mexico.

 Ensenada...that jogged a memory!  Henry and I were part of a team on a mission trip there with YWAM (Youth With A Mission) back in 2000.  The team included one of our sons. Our team built 2 houses for families in Ensenada.  An awesome experience!  It was that trip where God really began to grow in me a passion for prayer.  I saw an incredible answer to prayer when all of the team leaders and YWAM staff prayed together for the 3 year old daughter of the leader of another team, after she was seriously injured in a fall at an orphanage nearby. It was a powerful time of prayer...one I won't forget. 
 

 

It is good to remember once again how God was already working way back then to prepare us for what we are involved in now. 


I will never, ever  forget this sight.  At one of our house dedications the youngest team ever (grade 6) to come to the base was signing to the song "Shout to the Lord"  standing on the hillside above the house.  The presence of God was so powerful!  I picture them every time we sing this song! This was the team that almost went home because of that little girl's accident, also the team that many of the high school age kids did not think should be there at first.  Yet this was the team that ended up ministering to us all during that trip in a very powerful way!!





We added a Canadian touch which the kids of the family loved...there were 7 of them!



on an aside...Henry got a ticket for going too fast over a speed bump...yup, a speed bump, on our last full day there.  Thankfully we had the translator in our van but there were a few tense moments.  We were worried Henry would get thrown in jail or something because we did not know what he was stopping us for.  Once the policeman found out we were Canadian and what we were doing, he was actually pretty nice.  We did have to pool all of our money to pay the ticket though.  Good thing we had some money on us as we were on our way to a market area...and the ticket was not US dollars but Mexican...whew!