The filter I wrote of is the world outside of the YWAM community that we have lived in. We choose to let the world filter out if we have truly been changed. We choose to let the filter deny us of the joy we shared together as we sought after God and found Him more glorious than we ever had. It is a choice we make. The filter does not strip anything we do not let it. It is our choice to believe. It is our choice to hold on to all that we have been taught, all that we have learned and seen.
I have been back home for a few of weeks now. I have not had much time to remember and think on all that God has done. I came back to my brothers wedding and two days later to three weeks of working on a harvester. It seems quickly the time has come for decisions. Decisions about work, about ministry, about what is next in this life. I'm not so sure there is a job on this earth where I would find joy. Never before had I found such joy in something than while in Cambodia. Everyday I would wake up with joy, with expectation knowing that I would be with the children at the orphanage or at the village. To hug them, to teach them about God, to play with them and watch their smiles as we came. There is no greater joy than serving God, than being with God and serving with God. To watch as He moved the hearts of a classroom. As He used the words from my mouth that in one minute could be speaking poorly of someone else, but yet people's hearts were moved in that class. And it was clear that it was not my words but the Spirit of God was there. It was clear that God did not need me, but He chose to use me. It was clear that Zechariah 4:6 is indeed true. That it is "Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit says the Lord of hosts." That He carried me there and that He can and will carry me here.
