Hold Your Hands Up High

I took this picture towards the end of a short jungle hike. I came and I conquered! I took it just playing around but as I was looking at the picture I was reminded of the time Moses had to keep his staff in the air. As long as his hands were lifted high, Israel prevailed. If he dropped his hands, the Amalekites gained the advantage. It made me think about how difficult it must have been to keep his hands raised. I probably couldn't even do it five minutes and with the supernatural help of the Holy Spirit, his brother, and a friend he was able to maintain his arms uplifted for many hours until the Israelites defeated the Amalekites.

There is so many things one can take from this story. But I want to focus on the position Moses' arms being raised.  Raised arms is a sign of TOTAL surrender. We raise our arms to the Lord in worship as a sign of surrender and in that surrender we are given the victory. You may only have to keep your arms raised (figuratively) for 10 minutes or fo…

Headed to South America

I have been on the mission field for 11 years; 6 years in El Salvador and 4 years in Honduras. We are approved missionaries sent out from the Assembly of God in El Salvador but what we do is a little different. We didn't raise funds. We are self supported. Occasionally, we have people who donate to us or have partnered with us for a limited time but, for the most part, we are self sustained.  In all sense of the word we do live by faith because our wages are Honduran wages which is much lower than the lowest minimum wage in the States.  I'm just saying this to give a little background but it is definitely the Lord who sustains us and it is amazing to see how God always supplies for what we need and more.

Anytime anything breaks or anyone gets sick we have to go to prayer immediately. It has been an adjustment for me but it is amazing to see God work in our lives.  In the most desperate of times, when we have had nothing, God has always come through.

So, for that reason, I ha…

I Am a Runner

I finally did it! I ran a 10k.

I have been a runner since a very young age because I enjoy it. It helps me clear my head, think, and pray. I am a runner but never before had I ran a 10k.
The last time I was training for a 10k my husband was viciously attacked at gun point and lost his eye. It was a few short weeks before the race and because of the situation we weren't able to run it. Since then I have moved to a different country and have had two kids.
I live in a small city on the coast of Honduras that doesn't really have races except for one called Palma Real Extreme. Because of nursing and time (or the lack there of) it has been rough getting back into running since having my last child.  Thankfully, a friend of mine started motivating me to run again. So we started back and it was hard because I was comparing myself to before, which you just can't do. My body has changed and things are different. When I heard about the 10k I asked her if she wanted to run it with me …

Don't Hate it; Embrace it.

They say that age is just a number. A number I used to think was so old. Now I'm reconsidering that opinion. It's so strange. I'm married, I have kids, and
a job but I still don't really feel like an adult.  What does an adult feel like anyway? Like what age do you have to reach to feel "grown up"?

I've been training for a 10k, which is the first time I've done one, and while training you have a lot of time to think. I was thinking about my life as a teenager and in college and how God so drastically changed my life.  Then I thought about how I have lived the majority of my adult life out of the United States. I started thinking about how in these last few months gray hairs have sprouted out all over. I thought maybe it was because of the stress from the prior months with all the political instability but I read that stress doesn't really cause gray hair. For a moment I thought, "Should I start dying my hair so it's not noticeable?"…

In the Midst of Burning Tires and Gunfire

It has been a week since the Honduran Presidential Elections and the TSE has not announced a winner. I'm not going to go into detail but  you can Google Honduras Elections and get the gist of things. I'm experiencing things, after 10 years of living overseas, I have never experienced before. Three days into the chaos I wrote this.

"It's only been three days of chaos,fear, uncertainty and worry. We had an escape plan; but now, even if we wanted to leave, we couldn't because every bridge is blocked. I've never experienced that feeling before. A feeling of entrapment or in a way, a feeling of abandondment. You start to wonder about your own country, who, at the moment,  act like nothing is happening. Do they even care about the U.S. Citizens that are here? Why haven't they done anything? They could send us a message on STEP or at the very least a statement on their Facebook  page acknowleding the situation.

It is surreal hearing gun shots and smelliing the burn…

The Giant is Dead

I have lived outside of the United States for over 10 years now. I studied Spanish at a language school in Costa Rica for 8 months. My husband only speaks Spanish, so I speak it all the time.  However, I despise speaking in Spanish in front of a large group of people. I stress, I panic, I freak out. Give me a group of kids and I'm good. Give a small group and I'll do it but don't ever ask me to preach in Spanish. I have lived in complete fear for over 10 years. Fear of man! Fear of being judged and made fun of (which happens all the time). For 10 years I literally have been saying no to God. I can't and won't do it. I won't be made to look like a fool. I can count the number of times I've preached or spoken to a group of adults on one the last 10 years.  Why? Because I said no. I can't do it. Even with my husband encouraging me," Kristal, you CAN do it. God uses you. You have a word." I'd say, "No, no, and no!"
Now I…

Queens of Comparison

"For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man?"...Galations 1:10 ESV
If we aren't comparing our bodies to other women (real ones or on the internet), we are comparing our children, our homes and the list could go on and on. I'm out of the loop on what is really going on in the US because I haven't lived there in 10 years but I still get caught up in comparing myself to others. Even here, in Honduras, I can fall into the comparison trap because I have internet (the modern day magazine). On Instagram or even Pinterest you can follow these super hip, cute moms and think, "I wish I had the time, money, fill in the _____________, to dress like that, or have a cute hairstyle." Those pictures of siblings playing together in their super cute clothes with their moccasins and kids would be poking each other in the eyes, ripping off their bonnets and shoes.  Then there are those accounts of nurseries and homes th…