Wow! What a day! So much happened in the last 12 hours that it feels like we've been here for 2 days. When I got into Manchester, my bag wasn't in baggage claim and I had to fill out a form. The airline lost my bag. But honestly, it was the first thing I was able to laugh off.
The enemy succeeded in taking my focus off of God, but it wasn't very smart to do it so early in the game. Because at this point, I just didn't care anymore. I surrendered my way of thinking of how the trip was supposed to go. By the time I heard about my luggage, I had had enough and I pretty much didn't have energy to care.
So, when I walked out of the terminal, Karen was there with Bri and Billy and Lilly (a brother and sister who were there to pick us up.) As soon as I saw them, I felt all of my fears, worries, and anxiety melt away. Bri and I instantly clicked and Karen't hysterical!
We drove 4 hours to Hartlepool in a tiny car that drives on the wrong side of the road. We slept on and off the whole way and stopped at a pub called the Merry-go-round. But they can't say that. It comes out "Merry-go-a-round." We ate roast beef. It was delicious.
Then, we were taken to the church to meet Colin, the pastor. He took us to the house we're staying at and we quickly got ready, pulled some music together, and prayed. At the service, we did worship and were asked to share testimonies. I spoke about my story with "How he loves." The funny thing is, all 3 of us spoke on God's love. We talked later and realized that God had us do that because God's love is foreign to some of them.
The coolest part of the night was when we prayed for people. While I was praying, I could feel the Holy Spirit making things click for them. One man said that he felt 10 lbs lighter.
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