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

Raw

I have been on my journey for 5 almost 6 months now and it feels like it. I feel like a completely different person to who I was before I left, for the better. My heart is in a different place. I see how my motivations are no longer about doing things because I am a missionary, but because these people need to know the man I am in love with, the King of the universe, my Jesus. They need to know Him and I feel a righteous Holy anger growing inside me every time I think about the lies Satan convinces people to believe. He hates us so much that he wants to drag as many people down to hell with him in the final days. That is not okay especially when you think about everything God is offering us. Even the lowest of the low places in heaven are far more glorious than any lost city of Gold. It all makes the feelings of leaving everything and everyone behind not so hard. Even though at times you really feel like you are sacrificing so much. Every time you hear about another of your friends weddings or the birth of their first child, even missing out on birthdays. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but it adds up after a while.

I want to be completely vulnerable with you all. I don't just want to write another cookie cutter blog about how amazingly easy this trip is or how much I am thriving while being here, but I also want to be honest. Now some of that at times may be true, at times I absolutely thrive, however it is still a huge process every day. This last season (as in the one I have been in the last 3 months) has been one of the crappiest seasons I have ever been through. Everyday feelings of loneliness, tiredness, feeling as if you bring nothing to the team, and are really not even wanted and or needed. Feelings of defeat and as if all the giftings you once were so strong in are now just non existent. I felt unimportant and dis unified. Literally every day I felt as if my flesh was being ripped from my body. Humility is the only thing I can feel. If you know me, you know having to rely on other people is not one of my strongest gifts, but everyday that is all I am having to do. Trust people and most importantly trust God.

One day as I was sharing my heart with one of my sisters on the team I began to hear myself talk and what I heard I really didn't like. I have been believing all these lies. Satan knows the season I am in and he knows exactly what is going to birth out of this season and it scares him. For a while it seemed every area in my life that I have struggled with was being targeted all at once and I didn't understand why. Every Insecurity I have ever had was completely re-enforced. Now I have a better understanding . It is complete crap what I was believing about myself, the team and my purpose for being here. Satan is just trying to destroy what God was trying to restore in me. Jesus Has something so big planned for my life and this season has horrible as it is, is right. Jesus needs to strip away all my self-reliance and my focus from me and other things to only Him! Without that any kind of ministry or work in my near future will die. He is teaching me humility and giving me the chance to learn first hand what that looks like everyday. To tell you the truth it sucks, but I am so thankful for it at the same time. I think that is the only thing that has gotten me through this far is Thankfulness.

This season like I said before is teaching me not only humility, but also who I am in Christ and even on my crappiest days how much authority in Him I actually carry. It is not fun knowing that the people you live with are seeing you continually at your worst, but it joy and grace are definitely common. I am learning and seeing first hand the complete goodness of God. I need him so much and I have drawn the line in the sand. Areas in my life that were once gray are becoming black and white the way they were intended to be. I know this season is not close to being over, but already I feel like a new creation.

Living in Community during this season..... Builds the most grace of all. Because people don't know what you are going through because most of them didn't know you before and are only seeing you now. That in itself is humbling. Someone one day can say something that on any other day would not normally hold much meaning to you, but because of the season makes you feel lower than dirt and rips at your heart. However, there is no where to stuff the hurt like you once were able to do because God has been closing up all those holes you once used. Every day is a challenge. But in that challenge I feel God is standing over me with a big bucket of Grace and Forgiveness and waiting for the moments I need them the most to pour it out. Without that my first thoughts would be to cut back or seek justice, but because of His goodness my first thoughts are to forgive and forget because they don't know what I am going through. It is supernatural. As I feel the lowest of the low God reminds me of how loved and needed in His kingdom I am. I am chosen for the end times battle and that in itself is honoring enough to stick through what ever challenge I may face.
The people in this family are here in my life for a reason as much as they may stretch me they are the perfect people for the job. I am so thankful for them, but I am not sure if I told them that they would fully understand why. They continually are teaching me and loving me. Even in the hurtful things that are said and done (which will when you live in community) I am thankful because I am learning true Grace, and Humility and letting God be their righteous judge.

While on this journey I have seen Gods continual hand on the team and in the things we do. He has shown up in so many miraculous ways. Blind men seeing, deaf men hearing, villages repenting of witchcraft and returning to God, The spirit of religion that holds this Latin American people group captive shaking in fear because he knows his time of reign is coming to an end. I am very physically tired right now. After returning form the jungle we had a day here in Lima at the YWAM base before we made the extremely fast decision to go to Macchu Picu. It was indescribable in human words. If there are places like this on earth what is heaven going to look like? We spent time on the mountain worshiping and praising Jesus. We took communion and chanted “Who is approaching the gates!? The Lord Strong and Mighty, The Lord Mighty in Battle!” We chanted until we go kicked off. Then we prayed for the Security guard and he was really blessed. God is going to take back Peru starting form the high places. Next we head out for Tacna, Peru where We Will Go Ministries Peru base is (Amy Lancaster's ministries). The from there Chile. Please be praying for our Vehicles as one of them has been broken for over a month now and we need to be able to sell it within three days. Well as guidance for what to do with the Pop-ups that are now both broken and causing for damage to the cars having to tow them.

I love you all so much Thank you for all the support you have been giving me. You really have no Idea the difference it makes knowing there are people back home contending for me and blessing me. I would not have been able to make it this far without all of your help financially and spiritually.
I am not sure what God is going to do in these next seasons to come, but please pray that I hear Him clearly and only follow His words.

There are so many exciting things to come and I can not wait to share them all with you!

Much Love and Many blessings,
Rachael Michelle Singleton

Just so I am not leaving anything on a sour Note I am doing great... Now that I know what has actually been happening.

The Jungle and Macchu Picu

My own Little Jungle Book

As We have arrived in Ecuador our Contact in Quito is a Married Couple who have a big house and have graciously opened up there doors to the team. All 28 of us! We had 2 nights here in Quito before we split into 2 groups, by drawing numbers from a hat. We packed up and headed for the bus station bright and early the next morning! Little to no expectations, really unsure of what the next weeks would look like, and feeling a little bit of sadness splitting from half our team. My team of 13 headed to Puyo, Ecuador a 5 hour bus ride. When we arrive we had no idea what wants us to be doing so we book a few rooms at a hostel ate some food and had some time together to pray about what God wanted us to do for the next couple of weeks. During our meeting God revealed a lot to different people. One woman on our team heard “The end of the road.” Another woman and guy heard “go east.” As we continued to pray and meet we shared our worries, expectations and anything else on our hearts. It was a really great time to just meet and learn new things about each other and be vulnerable. By this point the team as a whole still had no clue what exactly we were meant to do. While we were having lunch at a local restaurant, a lunch of Rice, salad, Chicken (fish in my case), french fries and lemonade all for a $2.50 we meet someone who told us where a local church was that would be having a service that night. We decided we would go and see if we could find anyone who could help us get into the jungle without it being a tourist trap. Later that evening a few people from our group went to the church service and the rest of us stayed back to pray and rest. When the people who went to the church service returned they were very excited about what all had happened. While trying to find the church they got lost and decided to do a prayer walk as they were going. Finally they felt they were to turn down a dark alley so as they are walking, very skeptically, they saw a church and people were just arriving for the service. While there they were able to share who we are and what we were trying to do. Right away they told us of a Christian pilot who flies a Cessna and they could set up a meeting with him for us first thing the next morning. The meeting is set up for 7am.

The next morning we go to the restaurant bright and early to meet Rick the pilot. In the meeting Rick begins hounding us with all kinds of questions and really seeming to want to make sure we were legit. After the interview Rick asks when we want to leave and he takes us to his House/hanger, in Shell Mara, where he draws us a map of all the villages in the area he can fly us to. We sit in the hanger for a while and pray.
While we were all praying I saw 4 giant Warrior Angels that looked as if they were dressed in traditional tribal wear. As I began to watch them I noticed they were all very giddy and excited. I asked God who they were and He said they were the same angels that where there the Day Nick Saint and Jim Elliot were speared to death, back in the forties. As I sat with chill bumps running across my body a few questions began turning in my mind. Why were these angels so giddy and excited looking? When I asked God He began to reveal to me the spiritual back ground of Shell Mara, where we were. He showed me How the spirit of Religion had been allowed to enter and a works mentality had over taken this city. The angels were excited because of what we as a group were carrying into the city and they new what our purpose being there was. Another question that I was pondering on was if these angels were there when those men died why did they not save them from being speared? Right as I began to ask God the biggest angel stopped what he was doing and looked straight at me and said “It was our honor to watch those men lay down there life for the sake of our King!” My jaw dropped and I was speechless. I am so honored God allowed me to experience that and to be in the presence of such awesome beings to be able to see the glory waring along side us for the next week or so.

We finally decided what we were supposed to do, called a taxi, and headed out for the air strip two hours away in a jungle village called Chapienza. Now because the Airplane is just a very small Cessna we could only fit 3 or 4 small people in it on a good weather day. So we divided up by weight and Rick begins hoping us from one place to another. After about 4 or 5 hopes we all arrive in Campo Ayuo where a Cuban missionary couple Ramon, and Karen, have lived for the past 2 years working in this Shuar village in the middle of the Ecuadorian jungles. They were very surprised to see us as we had no way of telling them we were coming in all of the 3 hours we decided to go. However, they excepted us very generously and were so happy to see us. They let us set up camp in the little church they had built, fed us, and told us of the surrounding villages that really needed a fresh our pouring. So we sat up camp and had a group meeting to discuss what all we should do. Me and three others decided that the next day we would go on the 4 hour hike through the jungle to get to 2 other villages that were so spiritually dry and hungry!

That night we went to bed in our tents very early in anticipation for the next day. The next morning we all woke and those of us who had decided to venture further into the jungle got our things ready and had some breakfast. I borrowed some tall rubber boots from Pastor Romano, as it had started to rain and they were insisting I would need them because all I had brought with me were sandals. So I get my backpack and boots on with a thin plastic poncho on to cover them. The team prays for us and sends the four of us and our guide out and we begin our journey. About 5 minutes into the walk we all began to quickly realize why everyone had insisted we wear the tall rubber boots. We were walking in knee high deep mud and crossing many rivers as well as climbing over, around, and through fallen trees. Not only that, but before we left we were highly warned about vipers that can jump up to your face to bight you and the vampire bats that will suck your blood while you are sleeping (but you don't know they are there because they inject a numbing agent into your body first). In the past year this village has had 18 people die from rabies from being bit by vampire bats....We were So excited for that!

The walk was not the easiest we didn't stop for a break once and our guide told us we were walking to slow, but it was still really fun!
Finally, we arrive in the village we meet the President and Pastor of the village, Pastor Diego and his wife Rosa. They have 2 little girls and live in a cute little dirt floored hut at the entrance of the village. The village has a giant landing strip running through it with huts lining the jungle around. In the community there are 11 families and quite a few of them are husbands with 2 wives and 8 or more children living in a hut with no walls only thatched roofs. The first thing we come to when we finally get to the village is a big roofed community platform with a few kids sitting around it playing. They have a little bamboo hut with a thatched roof about 100 meters away from the platform its risen off the ground and is very unsteady. They told us the hut was for us to sleep in and to keep our things. We get to it and are so revealed to finally have somewhere to sit we just ignore all the rat poo covering the floor and just pray we don't break it by falling through the very thin and frail bamboo floor. We ask if there is a river near by where we can wash up and clean all the mud off ourselves and clothes. They point us in the right direction down a jungley path (yes I think I just made that word up). We get all washed up and set up camp inside the hut. This was the first time any foreigners had come to there village and stayed for more than an hour also the first time foreigners had come in almost 3 years.

The pastor then calls for us and says they have food prepared for us. Which we were hoping for, but also ready to fast for the next 3 days if necessary, because we didn't bring any food or water supplies with us. Only Chlorine tablets and a small hand held water filter. We ate Cassava root and potatoes and plantain in a soup which is what we had for the next 3 days. Pastor Diego asks us if we will preach that night and the next day. We said of course we were there to serve. We had about a 3 hour window to just relax before the service. After we all napped and rested we headed back to the community platform where we began to play games with the children and tell them Bible stories after that we had a very short worship time and then my team mate Natalie began to preach, she is also the only one of us whose speaks Spanish which then had to be translated into Shuar (the name of the tribe and its language). After she preached we prayed for the sick, but nothing was happening.

Everything in the village from the moment we walked in seemed dull and lacking any joy. There was a restlessness in my spirit that I could not describe. I couldn't describe what I was feeling, but It was just sadness. After the meeting they fed us more supper and we went to bed. With no electricity there is really not much to do in the jungle after dark. The next morning we wake up to hold another service. Pastor Diego asked us to preach on Marriage which is not a subject any us in the group are adequately prepared to talk about let alone preach on. So we had worship in 3 different languages (some Spanish, some English and some Shuar). Then we had to preached the best we could on a subject non of us knew how to preach on. Incorporating the love of God and what being in a relationship with God looks like and how that is supposed to be an example of our relationship with our spouse. Natalie and Taylor tag teamed on the message and in the end I believe it was very well received. After the message we got everyone to sit together in there families so we could pray for them and bless the family life in the community.
After the service we went straight to each individual hut praying with the families and just being with them spending time and communing with them. As we went to all 11 houses about half way through we began to see a lot of damage caused by missionaries who had come in and preached false messages and left. These missionaries who came in were preaching only on works and told many of the men in the village that they could not be a Christian because they had 2 wives or that they couldn't be a Christian because they had bad relationships in there life. Also we realized that in every household someone in the family had some kind of stomach issues the most common was tumors in the stomach. On top of that there was rumors of a chicken curse throughout the entire village. Every family mentioned how there chickens were dying or running away. By the time we got to Pastor Diego's mothers house we knew somewhat of what we had to do.

When we arrived at the village other than Pastor Diego only 3 other women and 1 other man were Christians. This village was so hurting and confused and Pastor Diego has close to no one and nothing to grow from. They were trapped by religion and stuck in a place where there is no freedom. While siting at Diego's mothers house around the fire eating freshly grilled cobs of corn we began to pray and talk about what has happened in the village. We all agreed that we needed to stand in the place of those missionaries and apologize for any false teachings that may have harshly influenced them or made them believe lies about God. So that is what we did. We looked at the pastor and asked for forgiveness then we all held hands and prayed together. We also asked the pastor about some of the history of the village and he said not to long ago the village was killing its own (mostly spearing in the stomach) for the sake of territory or vengeance. So we asked if he would stand in the place of his ancestors and ask forgiveness and he did.
Then Pastor began t tell us of destruction in his own family that had taken place because of some of this false preaching. He told us how his father used to be the chief and the pastor of the village. Diego and his brother were strong Christians as well, but as they got older his brother began to walk away from the Lord and then suddenly died. Around that same time three other Christians in the village died at the same time. When a missionary flew in one day, only for a few hours, to preach the missionary told the village that the three villagers that died would go to heaven because they were working for the Lord, but the pastors son was going to hell because he wasn't working for God anymore. Because of those words the chief felt shame that he didn't raise his son up right and he too walked away from God and his family leaving his wife, son (Pastor Diego), and daughter to fend for themselves. As time went on the village dwindled down to very few people and even fewer Christians (3 woman and Pastor Diego). The rest living in fear of what might become of there families if they excepted Jesus. After Pastor told us this story we felt we needed to ask forgiveness again in the place of that missionary that didn't know what he was doing. So we prayed again and the pastor excepted our apology with tears in his eyes.

As far as the chicken curse. We prayed against it and spoke life and declared no more death in that village. We kept on walking and releasing joy as we went. Realizing that Pastor Diego has a family member in every house in the village. From hut to hut we went being fed at almost every house. For 10 hours that day we prayed and visited with people it was a long, but beautiful day. Almost dark by the time we finished the boys went down to the river to fish, but with no luck returned shortly after dark. We ate supper in the Pastors home and with his family and was able to discuss the day with him. They are such a beautiful family.
The next morning we are woken up to over half the village outside our door waiting for us. We are meant to leave to meet back up with the rest our team in Campo Ayuo, but there was still one more family we had to visit. A 15 min walk through the jungle away. When we arrived no one was there except the children so we prayed for them and blessed them and the land and the chickens. We get back and are fed breakfast. Within no time at all it seemed it was time to say our goodbyes. Which was a lot harder then any of us expected. With tears in mine, Natalie's, and the pastors eyes we said goodbye and thank you.
The pastors wife Rosa, who is a beast of a women not only was she carrying a huge basket tied around her head, but was also nursing a new born and keeping track of her 2 year old, was leading us back so we could stop in a village on the way, Tres Marias (The Three Marias). The village was still known to practice shrunken heads (where they kill someone and shrink there head and where it around there necks), did not like foreigners, and was very serious about not being a Christian village. We couldn't stop there on the way to San Juan because we didn't have an “in” or anyone to except us and we would probably just be shunned by the village if we tried to just go in. However, Rosa's mother lives there and is one of the 3 Maria's the village was named after. So we had an in.

Before we went to Tres maria's on the way we stopped at one of Rosa's sisters houses (a random house in the middle of the jungle) where a little girl was demon possessed or so the rest of the village said. Which is why the family lives in seclusion away from other people. We met the family and they fed us some of the best grapefruit I have ever had in my entire life and brought the little girl to us her name is Victoria and she is so beautiful, but I have never seen anything that strange. Victoria was blind, deaf, mute, and couldn't walk since the time she was 3, which was when she got sick and brought and left with a witch doctor for 2 days. When the family came to pick her up the witch doctor told her family there was nothing he could do. Some Missionaries had come in shortly after that and told the family that this was the punishment of God and his judgment on them and there was nothing anyone could do. One of Victoria's feet was so swollen it looked like someone had tied a rubber band around her ankle and all the blood had been clogged in her foot. Also her fingers were deforming and disappearing. So we began to pray with her and rebuke anything attached or spoken over her. It wasn't long before she started moaning and screaming and pulling away so we kept praying. Then she stood up and started walking around pulling us around the family was shocked because she was now 5 years old and hadn't walked in 2 years. We praised God and kept contending for more. After about 45 more minutes nothing was happening and we had another 2 hour walk plus another village to visit so we had to go. I could have stayed there and prayed all day for that girl.

We arrived at Tres Maria's and were greeted by Rosa's mom, Maria, and sister we sat and chatted with them and learned some of the Shaur language laughed and then got to pray for Maria. She was telling us she believes in God but she can't work for him because she is afraid of what the village will do to her and they believe that if they become Christians the devil will kill them! She had knee pain so we prayed for that and that fear would be broken in this village and the surrounding ones. I am not sure if Maria was healed or not but she said if felt like ants where crawling around in her knee.

It was now time to leave we still had quite a bit of walking left and this time we were on our own making our way back without a guide. We did pretty good only got confused once then got right back on track. We finally arrive back hot, stinky, and really dirty. The rest of the team was finishing up a leadership workshop they were leading and we walked down to the river to clean off. It felt so nice. We met together as a team and talked together about what everyone did.

We were planned to leave for Puyo the next day after the village cooked us a farewell feast. I got to shoot a 6ft long blow gun and got my target first try! Finally Rick shows up and we begin to walk down to the runway after we had said our goodbyes. The first group of 3 takes off and within 5 minutes turns around because of a storm that showed up out of no where.
So there we are waiting under the wings of the plane for over an hour for the rain to clear up. After a while many people had ran back to seek refuge in the huts. With only a few of us left we waiting soaking wet Rick decides he needs to try again before the grass runway is complete sludge. Those of us still waiting there get into the plane I am in the front and two other girls in the back. We taxi down to the end of the run way and Rick looks at me and says will you pray, so I pray. We begin to take off. The plane begins slide and skid, but manages to lift off the ground. We didn't catch enough speed before, so we were headed straight for the jungle trees. So Rick sits the plane back on the ground and slams on the breaks and we slid! All we can see is mud spraying up on both sides of the air craft. We tip but pop up right at the last second. Finally we come to a stop. Everyone is sitting in silence. Rick speaks up first saying “well that was a close one! We almost had a nasty crash. I think she is to heavy lets try it again with one less person.” He then asks for Elizabeth (from South Africa) if she and her bags will get out and wait for the next flight. She very willingly gets out and the rest of us get out to turn the plane back around. With just me and one other girl, Angela, left in the plane we taxi back down to the end. Rick says “alright lets give this another go, Angela will you pray?” She prays and we take off this time we both keep praying in tongues commanding the angels to hold up the wings of the air craft. Still sliding almost the whole way down the run way we finally get enough speed and lift off this time making it past the trees straight into the black sky. Rain pouring down we can barely see flying through black clouds we see a glimpse of sunshine near a runway strip. Rick's demeanor immediately changes and we all give a sigh of relief. Rick tells us he is going to drop us off and not shut off the engine, but he will be back shortly he just wanted to pick up some Christian Shuar friends who needed a lift from only one village over.
Angela and I have no idea where we are we are thinking “he has just dropped us off in some random village.” Once Rick returns with the family we wait around for about another hour before we decide to ask him where the heck we are. He graciously tells us we are in Chapeinza where we flew out of to go into the jungle, where the bus is to Puyo is. In our defense it looks totally different from the other side of the runway. So we walk down and wait for the bus. Soon after Rick leaves and says he is going to try and pick up more of the team, but he only had 2 hours before the bus came and didn't come again until morning. Thinking we were going to have a night on our own in the city planning out our evening alone when two more of our team arrives. About every thirty minutes for the next 2 hours more of our team began to show up two at a time. By the time the bus arrived we were only short three people.
The bus arrives and we board, asking the bus driver if he would wait for our friends and we told him that if he wouldn't we would stand in front of the bus in protest. He agreed to wait. So we waited not sure if they would show up. All of a sudden we see Rick running toward the bus with two gas tanks in his hands. He jumps on the bus and says can't do anymore tonight. So we drove off leaving two of our team members in a random village in the jungle we hadn't been to before and another team member back in Campo Ayuo with the Cuban missionaries.

On the bus we decided to not just let it be another bus ride because everything happens for a reason and those people were stuck on the bus with us anyway we might as well preach to them. So Dianne one of our team members gets up and begins to preach with Rick translating. After she preached she asked if anyone wanted to except Jesus. Four people excepted Jesus on the bus. Then she asked if anyone needed healing in their bodies and many hands went up including the bus driver who had eye problems, which made us all feel safe as he was driving us in the rain on narrow muddy roads in the dark. Everyone we prayed for said they were healed! Finally arriving in Puyo we then took another bus into Shell Mara and we were exhausted, covered in mud, hungry, and completely wet. On top of that my shoes had broken back in the jungle so I was barefoot walking through the streets. Finally we get to a restaurant we all eat as fast as possible then Rick and his wife lead us to a cheap hostel where we end up staying for the next couple of days to process everything that happened the past week.

The next day we are reunited with the other three who got left in the jungle an extra night. The team decides they want to stay in Shell for a little while longer. After two days we were meant to meet the rest of our group (the other 15 of our 30) in Banos, Ecuador a very touristy area where there are over 60 beautiful water falls you can go and see. However most of the team felt they needed to stay in Shell a little longer but five of us wanted to go and meet the rest in Banos. So we left that morning took a bus and arrived in Banos. We searched the city for over an hour asking everyone we could find if they had seen a big group of Grengos come in the night before. Finally we found some of our team and they lead to the hostel we were staying at. While in Banos I jumped off an over 300 ft bridge into a canyon, stood under a huge waterfall and drove a dune-buggy up a mountain. It was awesome. I am so sorry this was so long. I hope you read at least most of it. Thank you everyone so much for all your prayers and support. I have really been missing my home lately, but God has been doing so much in me that I can not even describe.


Many many blessings to all you and your families.
Love with all my heart,
Rachael Michelle

The Blessing COLOMBIA Was.

It is coming close to the end of January and so much has been happening God is doing so much in our team. First of all we are growing a bit. We are now 28 people.

I guess the last time I sent an update was while we were still in Bogota.
After we left Bogota we were making our way to Cali and made a stop in a small town called Anoliama. A church there had contacted us asking if we would be willing to come for a few days and they had accommodations for us. We felt the Lord say to stay there so we did. When we arrive we are greeted at a church with lunch, which is always a plus. The pastors of the church are very happy we are there and tell us that the church took up an offering for us so all of our meals and accommodations would be for free during our stay. God is so good to us. While in Anoliama we ministered in the church holding a youth service one night. We learned that the youth group had disintegrated after it was discovered that the youth pastor was a pronounced witch and had been cursing the youth. So we invited them all to come back and we blessed them and prayed over them and really saw God move. Later on in the week we held another service and ministered in a senior citizens home where we stayed. The whole team was very blessed by our time there.
As our team has been traveling God has been doing a lot in each of our hearts and one thing I asked for before I embarked on this journey was for God to teach me how to make the ministry He has for me a lifestyle and not just a job or a hobby. I can see God doing that. We no longer are just ministering when there is ministry time set up. It is becoming a lifestyle and as we are going a long I am slowly understanding how this is going to apply in my everyday life where ever God sends me or has me do!

We left Anoliama on a Sunday and headed for Cali. A girl from Cali, Maria, who was in Harvest school 14 (Iris Ministries mission school) and has been with us for most of our time here in Colombia, offered to let us stay at her families farm on a coffee plantation in out skirts of Armenia a little over half way to Cali from Bogota. When we arrive we are all exhausted from driving for about 15 hours that day, but are greeted by Maria and her family (who are not Christians). So we sat up camp some people slept in tents and we had the pop-ups. On the farm there are lots of cows they milk (these cows taught me a lot about patients every morning when they would be getting milked and feed at 5am making noises I was sure were some kind of dinosaur or some other extinct animal), and horses that they raise for dancing (kind of like Tennessee walking horses) and its all in the mountains on a coffee plantation. The next day Maria's family leaves after we all have a huge barbeque together and we are left with the most amazing house. We stayed again in a place for free! We stayed there for 5 days and ministered in whatever way God lead. The team as a whole has also come to the conclusion that ministering is not just for the people we are driving to. We have to continually be ministering to each other blessing each other and ourselves. Because only out of a place of intimacy with God can we minister to others!
We did get the opportunity to drive into the city of Armenia one night and minister to the homeless and really anyone we ran into while walking on the streets. We met some of the most amazing people, but it was very heart breaking to see this huge spirit of homosexuality that has taken captive of the city. I mean blatant homosexuality. Almost every homeless man we talked to and every teenage boy we passed was gay. My heart really broke for this city and for one little boy imparticular He was 8 years old and had no family. He just lived on the streets begging for money. I wanted so bad to take him home with me. One man we met who was homeless a few people in my group began to pray for him and he was so blessed and told us that it was his birthday and he excepted Jesus into his heart. We had a really sweet time that night. While in Armenia I was able to milk a cow, go horse back riding in the mountains, and spend a lot of good time with Jesus in some fruit trees by a private pool over looking all of the coffee plantation. The places God has brought us to have literally been amazing.
On Friday the 13th we left for Cali for real this time! It was about a 7 or 8 hour drive and I slept basically the entire way. We arrive at the church in Cali where our contact is and are greeted by the pastor and he leads us to where we are staying for the next 10 days. I think this is the longest we have stayed in place in a long time, but that was just a side note. The pastor tells us where we are staying is a farm and everything is taken care of including 3 meals a day. So once again God's favor is just lavished on us! When We arrive it is no farm.... Not like you would imagine. With over 109 beds to choose from, our own pool, the most incredible view of the mountains and city, and plenty of space to get alone time (which is crucial for a group like ours) the team couldn't help, but feel the tangible love and favor of God manifesting on us.
That next Sunday we held the service at the very large church and it was amazing first service we spoke and had a giant fire tunnel and second service we just followed Holy spirit and one of our brothers, Ben, did most of the speaking and It was amazing Holy Spirit fell and the entire church was so blessed. Later on in the week we had different ministry opportunities like women's jail, a village about a 4 hour bus ride away and ministering to prostitutes and transvestites at night. I felt the okay to stay in and spend lots of time with Jesus and really just get filled up. I did however go on Thursday night to Minister in the streets of Cali to the prostitutes and transvestites and it was such an amazing time. The women and men really let us bless them and love one them the way Jesus would. Also met some awesome homeless people in the neighborhood. Like Oliver. He was born in Colombia, but raised in the US his mother is American and he later moved back to Colombia because of his heroin addiction. We talked with Oliver for a long while and prayed for him. At one point we told him Jesus loved him so much and he responded with “well you know I am a heroin addict.” to which we were able to reply with more love and told him it doesn't matter in the least bit. He teared up a lot and went on his way, but God surely has something in store for him and I will continue to always pray for him!
We were supposed to leave Saturday the 26th however, we had an accident one day in OverFlow (our Suburban) involving a slippery down hill road and a fence. Needless to say we were delayed until the 30th of January. Giving us plenty of time to really rest as well as get most of the many vehicle problems we had on all the vehicles taken care of.
During the week we were able to meet with Ruth … the wife of Cali, Colombia's biggest revivalist. Her husband Julio, was martyred in 1995 when 2 hit men shot him on the street, but his ministry is stilled carried on by his wife and 2 daughters. Ruth came to the house we were staying at and gave us a question and answer time as well as asked us to speak at her church that night. So we were more than happy to do so. At the service, which was originally supposed to be a seminar on Marriage and sex, we worshiped and shared and Holy Spirit really fell I got to share a word God was giving me about the church and at the end Ruth and her team prayed for us and our journey. Giving us 50 copies of a new book that her husband had started before he had died and it just got finished she gave us a whole box full and told us we could sell the copies and use the money to help fund our journey.
The pastor of the church. Pastor Diego, is one of the kindest men I have ever met his family is so beautiful and he reminded me a lot of my own Pastor. Which really made me miss home a whole lot. Their family blessed us in so many ways. Financially and spiritually. Along with Maria Claira who owned the retreat house we stayed in and lived in a beautiful little cottage right beside it with her family. Colombians are some of the most gracious, loving, and kind people I have ever met.
During our few days of rest me and another girl on the team began to read Redeeming Love by Francien Rivers out loud to one another. At times we would have 4 and 5 other girls who had already ready it listening. We had some really nice bonding time. I read the majority of the 500 page book out loud and loved every second of it.
We found out the day we left that 3 days earlier 4 gorillas (I know this isn't the correct spelling, but I can't remember), the rebel group, had been captured in the river just below the hill, a miles walk, from where we had been staying. Another testimony of God's amazing protection over us.
Colombia was amazing in general and we had so much fun in the Salsa capital, but I think we all knew it was about our time to head out to our next destination. I am sure I can speak for the whole team when I say Colombia will be missed very much and some of us will be back within the years to come.
We are finally in Ecuador! After waiting for 4 days not knowing when we were actually going to leave, 2 days of travel and one of the easiest border crossings we have ever experienced we made it at 2am February 1, 2012. We had some trouble along the way like the brake lights on the pop up not working the morning we got up to leave, then spending the night in a motel 2 hours from the border. Getting up to leave and the Axle breaking on the other pop-up delaying us about 6hours, and getting a little lost part of the way. However, we made it! And God is amazing I can not wait to see what God has in store for us in the next 2-3 weeks here in Ecuador. Lots of unreached people group outreaches in the jungles is what we are all hoping for. Team as a whole is getting a little antsy being in so much city. Also its nice that the currency is U.S. Dollar.
Miss you family and friends. I hope you are all well. Thank you so much for all your prayers and support! They are very much needed and are so important. Just keep building up your store houses in heaven! As for me God has been doing a lot in my heart the past week and a lot of healing has come to my heart in areas I didn't even know I needed. The past 2 weeks were very emotional, but God used them for the best and I feel something even greater is coming in me and my heart. So please keep your prayers coming.

We leave on Friday for the Jungles of Ecuador! We want to go as deep into the jungles as possible to the villages that have never been reached! Going to a lot of bus rides, long boat rides, and a lot of walking.

So much Love, and So many blessings,

Rachael Michelle