The Pop-Up.

Lately God has been really teaching me about Humility and meekness. True Sacrifice, In Philippians 1:4 the last part says “Regard oneself as less important than on another. I have been meditating on this verse a lot and to truly live like this verse everyday takes a lot of dying to self. However, at the same time being confident with a boldness that can only reflect the kingdom of Heaven. Because you are walking as sons and daughters of the Most High God. God's end time army is going to look like this so sure, but so humble. Christianity is a beautiful paradox, but one thing that is always the same is Love. It may come in different packages, but itself never changes. The Church needs to return to the pure love of Jesus and not only looking like Him, but walking with Him. I think by the way we act some times we take for granted what Jesus did on the cross and that He is alive and well today! You know the Christianese saying “if Jesus was in the room you wouldn't, be doing that.” Well Clue... He is in the room because He lives inside of all of us. We literally breathe Him every second. Unity in all this is so important. And you better believe satan is going to do his very best to tare all of that down. This is very much evident with our team and living the way we do. After arriving in Santiago, Chile we were very tired after a long several day drive through the desert and coast. In Tacna Peru, the city we stayed in before heading to Chile (Where we were incredibly blessed by a visit by Amy Lancaster and let us stay and rest at her ministry and bless us so much). We had decided as a team That we would were going to give a way one of our pop-ups (a trailer that opens into a house. We store a lot of the luggage in it). Well because they are registered with license plates we couldn't just leave it. So we take the pop-up with us and ask God to give us a place to leave it. About an hour down the road in the desert we see a very desolate sad truck stop. Really completely in the middle of no where's land. We pull over and knock on the door of this little shack. Out walks this older woman and Jesse asks if she wants a Pop-up. She starts yelling for her husband and crying. She runs out to see the pop-up with tears running down her face she says I have been praying for a year for one of these. I saw one pass about a year ago and I sad “God is going to give me one of those so I started praying for one. Our house has started to fall apart and we need something to keep us out of the rain!” Much to our surprise we all got very excited! And praised God. We just thought we were going to dump this trailer somewhere, but God had a different plan! That was just the beginning of our adventure in Chile! Remember you never know when God is going to use you to be the answer to someone's prayers. Thank you all so much for the support, Love, and Prayers. Rachael Michelle

A little Behind, But at Least It Is Here.

I have been through the Cities, the jungles, the miles and miles of desert, and now Mountains and snow in Chile and Argentina. God is moving us and moving us quickly. Sorry this is kinda over due, but it needed to be written. A quick update from the last jungle adventure. We arrived in Pulcalpa, Peru (which is considered a jungle city) by a 17 hour bus ride 17000ft through the Andes mountains. We arrive and stay at at Jenn's Jungle Ministries where we prepare to go into the jungle as well as minister for about a week in local churches all started through Jenn's ministry. As well as ministering we were being ministered to through the hospitality of Jenn and her Peruvian family there. Finally we left for the Jungle. By boat we traveled up the Ucayali River for 18 hours. Sleeping in Hammocks hung up literally shoulder width or less apart under the deck. With little room (all kinds of animals and fruits slammed into the boat as well. We all excitedly anticipated the weeks or so to come while staring up at the most amazing night sky (just about every star created was visible). We arrive in the jungle in the middle of the day at a village called Coca. We stay for 2 nights ministering and speaking in a humble little church pastored by an incredible man in his 70's named Antonio. This man was so hungry for God and the heart He had for his village was amazing! ` The next day we head out 13 people in one small canoe about an 1hr up river to another village where we stay one night because in order to make it to the 8 hour up stream village that has never heard about Jesus, we had to divide into 2 boats. We held another church service in this village, which no one was to excited about because we did not come to hold church services, but to go to the unreached. However, God showed up despite our selfishness. The next morning we woke up bright and early to head out on our 8 hour boat ride. We divide up into 2 boats. One boat being driven by the pastor Antonio and the other boat being driven by the pastor of the second village. The boat with the pastor of the 2nd village has a stronger motor and knows where he is going, but the pastor Antonio and his boat (the boat I am in) has no clue where he Is going. So within the first 3 hours we are lost. The other boat no where in site. We stay lost for about 7 hours on this river in the amazon. The pastor is worried and his 16 year old son who has been helping his father guide the boat, for the first time ever, begins to say He is scared, but God is so good and He washed all of us over with His overwhelming Peace! We were singing and laughing and praying God would reunite our boats back together. Saying things like “this would only happen to us.” While in the midst of the jungle on this river we hear a yell from the distance, but we can't understand what is being said. We all get really quiet and all of a sudden we hear “SHABBA, SHABBA” coming from the trees. We knew it was one of our other team members! We praised God and began to follow the noise Yelling back “SHIKA BABA!” Reunited and it felt so Good! We sat talking about what we should do next for about 2 hours. The other boat tells us they ran into some men, with guns, from the village we were trying to get to. The men told us we would not be welcome to come into there village because they did not want a church, but that was not our intention. We try to explain we just want to learn about the village and meet the people there and love on them. Apparently there was a big festival happening that night and it would be really dangerous for us to be there (because this village hates white people and we would probably be killed), but they said we could risk it and we were ready to, but the Pastor driving their boat was so afraid and after the men had left he said “no we are going back.” Our group with him, of course was not happy because they had no clue where we were and they were not about to leave us on a random river in the Amazon. They insisted they find us first, but all the pastor said was “well they are lost because pastor Antonio doesn't know where he is going.” Well this news was not what they expected to hear and they were very frustrated with the pastor. But instead of Getting more angry they decided to take communion and pray God would bring our boats back together. And that is when we heard the “Shabbas” coming from the trees. So we head back after pastor Antonio tries his best to reason with the other pastor, but he had made up his mind he was not going and we were in His boat so we had no choice, but to submit even though our hearts were being broken. By now it is almost dark and slowly getting darker and darker. Night time in the Amazon is so dark you can't see 2inches in front of you let alone steer a boat. So Jesse stands at the very front of the canoe with Pastor Antonio's son holding little head-lamps yelling back at Antonio in the back of the boat which way to turn. Because the river twists and winds so much we would almost steer straight into bushes (because of recent flooding there was no banks just water and water. Even through the trees). After 14hours on this river 7hours being lost. We finally make it back to the first village. So exhausted and all having to us the latrine really bad. We set up camp once again. We praise God for the amazing adventure and talk about the day until we fall asleep. The next morning we plan to leave early. We wait for the boats to come and then pack up to leave as soon as possible. We did not want to hold another church service after our hearts had been so broken for the villages that had never heard about Jesus. Smelly dirty and covered in bug bites we head back to Pulcalpa. A little disappointed, but full of expectation and promise from God that that village and all the others would Hear about His love!

The Vision

Hello All. I am so sorry for the Delay on the blog. Since we have been busing this portion of Our journey I decided to leave my computer back in Santiago where we have the rest of our stuff and our vehicles (not one of my best deicion making moments I have had). As one of the girls on our team said a week or so ago, "Living out of a backpack makes me really miss living out of a suitcase." We have been gone a lot longer than we have planned, but have seen the Glory of God on an entirely new level. Which I will write all about as soon as I get back to my own computer. I can however, say I never thought Going to the end of the world would be what it took to finally get some major revelations on who I am as well as moving important life revelations from my head knowledge stage to heart Knowledge stage. But that all is for another time. I wanted to use this blog to tell you about a vision I had way back in Paramonga, Peru. When I was going through a season that I recently wrote about that was not what I or anyone else, I am sure, would describe as fun. The season where God was literally ripping my flesh from my body inorder to reveal what He really created. In this season God a gave me a vision on a day when the team as a whole decided to fast to seek the face of God more. I learned so much from the vision about what God was trying to say to me and I felt compelled to write it out. The vision began with me dressed in an all white dress and a little white bucket sat in my lap as I sat on my knees at the foot of the cross of Jesus weeping. The sky was filled with clouds of deep purple and almost red coloring and the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I sat there for what seemed to be an age. With tears rolling from my face like a rushing river, I started to fill my little white bucket full of the blood that was dripping from Jesus' mutilated body down the foot of the cross. When bucket was finally filled with blood, still weeping I stood up turned my back to the cross and began to walk. I walked and walked for miles it seemed. Then all of a sudden I had arrived. It seemed as if part of me knew exactly where I was and what I was doing and the other part, the part of me watching me, was confused and not sure what exactly was going on. I had arrived at a long cement wall with what looked to be 20 doors in a row. The part of me that knew what was going on reached into the bucket dripping with blood and pulled out a paint brush. I looked up at the wall and then down to all the doors. The door I was standing at had a big slightly rusted metal One on it. I began to paint the door with the bucket of Jesus' blood. I painted this door until all the blood in the bucket was gone. Still weeping my eyes out I began to walk again all the way up to the cross to collect more blood. After my bucket was filled once again I walked the several miles back down to the long cement wall and began painting door number two, which looked exactly the same as door number one except there was a rusted metal two instead of a one on it. I did this same process walking miles and miles. Not eating not sleeping. Only walking, weeping, and painting for what seemed like days. Until finally I had finished painting all 20 doors with the blood of Jesus. But I wasn't finished yet. Sometime In the middle of painting all these doors the part of me that was watching and unsure of what was happening realized what I was seeing. Each door symbolized every year of my life to this date. I was finally making use of what God had done on the cross and part of me was realizing what everything Jesus did on the cross really meant. The part of me watching everything happening thought it was all over once I had finished painting the 20 doors, but what I hadn't noticed was the beautiful necklace around my neck with many different shaped, unique, and beautifully crafted keys on a thin gold chain. I began walking back up to the cross to fill my bucket again. Then I walked back down to door number one took off the first key on my necklace and placed it into the key whole in the door. Perfect fit. I opened the door to find a hall way lined with many more doors. Three hundred and Sixy-five to be exact, representing every day of that year of my life. And I began painting once again. I quickly began to realize this process was going to take much longer and I was right. However, I finished with the fist year of my life and continued on to the second year. It was as if the part of me doing didn't care about anything else. Nothing was as important. All the tears cried were a mixture of Joy and tears of Humility. I continued to work so diligently even I was impressed with myslef. I came to from the vision before I had finished the inside of all 20 doors, but not before I realized there many more than just 20 doors on the origional wall. Jesus's blood covers every part of our lives past present, and future. Every sin we have and will ever commit is covered and fogiven, otherwise what He did would be illegitimate. He is our finisher! We need to start walking in this inheritance, but at the same time always remembering what and who gave you that seat in Heaven next to the King. We live to be loved. We live to bring The one who gave it all praise. Nothing else carries the same weight of importance. We should be over run with Humility because once we realize what He did wasn't just for the wrench like me but for the wrench of a neighbor as well we will begin to see our sins are no more or less than the next person. He loves us all the same and so should we. So that was the vision. We are making our way back up from the end of the world. Literally Ushuaia, Argentina is the furthest south you can go in the world. Now for the first tiem in almost 8 months we are headed north. I can not wait to be in warm weather once again. SO much Love & Many Blessings, Rachael Michelle Singleton