Well to start off, Happy Father's Day to any dads reading this, especially mine! This week has been filled with so much stuff I want to tell yall about in more detail than I can type. I will try my best to be short but include the good stuff =)
Girl Time --
We started off Week#2 with a Women's time on last Sunday night. All of the women on project hung out in our meeting room, ate cookies and milk, and got to know one another. We shared personal struggles that we are coming into project with. Everyone has different struggles that they are dealing with and some the same; we just want to learn how to be vulnerable with each other in order to lift one another up throughout the summer. We shared tears and hugs with things we have been dealing with but we also shared laughter and smiles. This started off the week with a huge girl bondage of knowing one another and caring for each other with a deep compassion. God calls us to be open and honest even when it feels weird. He says for us to confess our sins to one another so we may be truly healed.
Tuesday night I got to share my testimony with my bible study. This allowed them to know me even better, know my heart, and my struggles as we study 1 Peter together---I will eventually share my testimony on here (on my blog) for you all to hear.
Me and Logan had lunch on Tuesday with Helen (our Chinese friend from UIC) and her roommate. She surprised us with a meal she cooked for us! It was some kind of fish wrap with cabbage..not too sure but it was delicious! She is such a nice girl that we already know so well. Over lunch we discussed our weekends, our lives, and touched on the Gospel. She had many hard questions that challenged me and Logan.
Broken--
On Thursday night Helen and her roommate came to our weekly meeting to sing, worship, and hear a little on 1 Peter. We happened to have communion that night and I was immediately worried about what they would think about it. I did not want them to be taken back by what might seem to be weird to them. I also did not want them to be upset when I tell them that its only for believers. --Little did I know that this was going to be not only a step of faith for me but also a way of compassionate worship to the gospel...
As our leader began to set out the bread, cups of juice, and gather helpers at the front, I began to ponder on how I would explain this to Helen and her roommate sitting on the couch beside me. I felt God telling me that they needed to know what was going on. (Of course the guy leading communion explained it but their English is only so good). As I leaned over and explained to them why we take communion, what it represents, and why it's only for believers, I found myself teaching myself the Gospel and why I also take it. It stirred in my heart how Jesus's body ("his flesh" as Helen called it) was broken for us and how his blood poured out. After I went up and gotten my bread and dipped it in the juice, I went back to my seat and let Helen and her friend listen to me pray to my God before taking the bread. It was the first time I had ever taken communion in tears for what the Gospel actually is. I am blessed to have shared that experience with those two girls. God uses every situation in our lives that make us nervous, scared, or worried what others will think, for his glory and our good.
Prayer Requests:
Patience for a job
A love for this crazy city
Safety
For all of my friend's hearts that I have met on UIC's campus
For our hearts to be focused on why we are here
And for my family back home that I miss and love very much!
Thank you for reading! Yall are in my prayers! Love you!
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