The Land of Polska

So, the day seems to have come to an end. In the past week I have gone from getting together with my fellow Mi2ers and going to Tennessee for a retreat, eating a lot, going to the airport, flying and then arriving in Poland for my stay of 2 1/2 to 3 months. It's been one heck of a ride, but I am finally here. It's so weird to think that this is going to be my life for the next 3 months. There are some amazing things about it that I have never really even thought of before.

One of the things that amazes me, and I will never fully grasp, is how God chooses to use people. The stories of how each one of us, both the Kenya team and Poland team, have amazing people who have amazing stories of how they got there. Why did God choose to use us? How is God going to use us? Questions which will never really even be answered by our own comprehension.

I am amazed though, that there are 7 of us total who have decided to give up a summer to serve a God who is greater and mightier than anything of this world. Would I be able to give up my summer for something else that is as edifying as this? I don't think so. Why is it that God puts it in some peoples hearts to serve Him in other countries? What makes us so special, so capable, so trusting to do His work? I have never realized how hard it is to be a missionary, and how many or even how few are called to be in such a position. There are 2 types of people God created when it came to be missionaries. There are senders and then there are goers.

I can honestly say that at the moment, Poland is really amazing me, but also stretching me. I feel like right now it is so relaxed and calm before the storm because camps haven't started but at the same time there is a lot that needs to get done. We are uncertain of transportation, my camera does not work and we need to get money exchanged and buy some things. All that being said after day 4 in Poland, there is not much to worry about.

We spent today worshiping in Tomy church and it still amazes me that regardless of the language barrier we are able to still worship the same God. Even more amazing is that music is the universal language that everyone can speak and understand. We sang a few songs that I knew back in the States and so it was amazing to know that I knew the English version and was hearing the Polish version, but yet understood what they were saying by the music. Something very interesting.