My Heart Belongs to Mexico

Hello home, this is Wilson and I have showered…mom don’t listen to brett’s false claims and worry that im not ready for college. Anyway tonight Ivan asked if someone would volunteer to blog about the day and I was quick to raise my hand because I took a step forward in my spiritual journey a couple hours ago.
My walk with Christ has been a struggle the whole way. I consistently follow two steps forward with one step back. Recently I’ve become aware of the snag that’s keeping me from taking the next step forward. That snag has been my inability to totally lend my heart to the lord. My faith has been weak and I’ve been scared to let God hold all that is me in his hands. This hardness of my heart has affected relationships not only with God but people. I had built a fortress around my heart that neither my parents, nor girlfriends, nor buddies could break. I acted in irrational ways to keep those people out…I even fled from God to a life of sin because he was gaining too much control of my life.
Even while deep in a time of sin I continued to read my bible and go to church because after all I was a saved believer and did love God and need him. I knew I had been called to more than the life of a church go-er, and I knew in my soul that the sin was not for me…So I prayed… and prayed…. I prayed that God would bring back into his arms to be in his will as he had originally desired…this was all before camp…
Today the Lord was faithfull. He knew that my hard heart was keeping me from the relationship we should have been having. I have gone on three mission trips to Cuba and one previous to Mexico and I have seen poverty and I have held sweet little children’s hands but all the while I protected my heart, making sure that I didn’t experience the pain that is so often accompanied lending it. Today, however, we were sent to build an addition to the house of one of the church members. The house we were working on was a two room shack about 15 by 15 and the addition we were adding was about 4 feet by five. At the house I met my angel Daniella. She is a shy 8 year old girl who was used by God to break the most callused of hearts…my own.
The girls in my group and I went for a walk with the children of the house we were adding on to. During the walk we participated in their favorite forms of entertainment, such as : kicking an empty coke bottle, and putting leaves on ants. You know really fun stuff…im sure my brother will put down his x-box controller and run outside to find an empty bottle to kick around. Anyway on the way back as I was finished tickeling Daniella just to hear her pure laugh it happened. She grabbed my hand to lead me down the path, and told me her favorite color, and held razor wire up while I crawled underneath so it wouldn’t scratch me…it was all simple so simple and yet so powerfull. It was then that I decided to give her my all for the time that I had. Knowing that the hurt of separation was immanate I decided to pour the love and mercy that Christ has given me into her heart and let her this little girl hold my heart and see me as vulnerable as I can be…I know that God is where the courage came from and I praise him for being faithfull and delivering me again. If you don’t really understand what im saying the simple explanation is that because God used this little angel to break down the barriers of my heart and believe I can now lend it all to the Lord…I hope that the people who read this that are struggling with giving themselves up are encouraged… I pray that the story of my angel Daniella and Gods faithfulness melts more hearts than just my own…because God wants and deserves it all…and because the blanket of eternal security that it offers is unparalleled.

Lift us up; all the time

Wilson Sims