No taxi
trufi ride into Cochabamba today! The last time I posted we had come to la
ciudad (the city) via public transportation, i.e. taxi
trufi – a van with 2 yellow lines on the hood and a circular insignia.
This being our first week in Cochabamba, I can say it has been quite an adventure. Aside from not being able to flush paper down the toilet (which I´ve done 3 time so far), eating delicious traditional Bolivian food, and exploring La Cancha-the HUGE/busy/outside market, God has been very present.
Day 2 of being in Cochabamba, Thursday I believe, our team of wimmin had an amazing break through. In our kitchen we prayed with each other for 5 hours. It was the most intense communal communication with God I have ever experienced. Seriously. We brought forth our fears and paralyzing thoughts/ideas that would keep us from doing our mission.
It´s so easy to get bound up and chained down with fear. With our sisterhood, however, God has totally blessed us with a beautiful community of different gifts and abilities. During our interaction with God, we used our gifts to plead for protection, authority, and mission.
As I was seriously struggling to find reality within the spiritual relationship with God, Emily said I had an identity. She saw my identity as a rusty train chained down to the tracks, stagnant. Frustrated, unmoving. All at once a beautiful shining train blazed by crashing/breaking through. It was moving.
I admit it. I have had a very frustrating time finding my identity. Who I am. Who I claim to be. Coming to Bolivia with this group of wimmin, I am finally in a community where my faith can grow. I praise God for revealing my need for community. I praise God for bringing me here. I am ready for my identity with God. I´m ready to immerse myself in God´s word. I´m ready to live, learn, grow with my sisters and our mission here in Cochabamba.
