It’s Thursday of our first week back from our trip to the States. I am about 90% after coming here with a cold that put me out of commission for the beginning of the week and Bekah has had a week packed full of ministry. It’s so good to be back and to see the smiling faces of our community here in Granada. We are truly blessed to be surrounded by such an amazing group of people and that has never been more clear to me than now.

This morning during Solo Por Hoy, three guys shared from their hearts and it brought tears to my eyes (and the eyes of three gringo missionaries from Oregon that randomly showed up with Ezequiel). They told of struggles they have had -some recent, some in their past – but the theme of all three of the stories was the same.

A God who chases after us and never lets go.

A God who I screamed out to and begged for help.

A God who lets us figure out on our own when we’ve had enough of the pig pen and are ready to come home to his arms once again.

A God that runs to us and gives us another chance.

Every one of the guys (including myself) said that this was the path that had to happen for us. We had to come to a point where we made a decision to believe that our lives could change. Belief that there was hope for something more.

The lesson I taught today says, “If we see God as one who is reaching out to help us, we will be more eager to look for him. If our faith has not matured to that point yet, we can ask for help.” God wants too help us. God is reaching out to people not only here but all over the place. I was filled with joy and encouragement today.

It is good to be back…