A few years ago, I went to the regularly scheduled Monday morning prayer meeting at the YWAM Tyler campus my husband and I are a part of. This particular meeting was to focus on prayer for the newest School of Strategic Missions (SOSM) on their first day of class. As we prayed, I felt the Lord leading me to Luke 15, which is where Jesus is speaking about: The Lost Sheep, The Lost Coin and The...
Recently we had a couple schools graduate from YWAM Tyler. Here's what the students had to say about their five-month training time!
It was 1983 when I took a job as a clerical worker for an oil company in Houston to fill the time. I had a college degree and aspirations to teach, but after two years of working in the office, I didn’t want to teach anymore. I also didn’t want to climb the corporate ladder at the oil company. In fact, I had no idea what I wanted to do next! I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard...
What the heck am I doing here?
This was the major theme of the thoughts running through my head when I found myself in a room smaller than my bathroom had been. Now granted, I had an abnormally large bathroom with a walk in closet attached, but still. No bedroom should be smaller than your bathroom. And this was a room I would share with two other girls in a dorm of forty much younger girls.
When I look back at my life, I have no regrets because each of the decisions and experiences I've had led me to where I am today. However, I have gained some insight along the way that will maybe help others who are trying to decide what to do after high school.
Christmas memorialises the greatest mission-trip of all time. This was a long-term assignment, a to-the-death calling, an irrevocable vocation. From beginning to end, Christmas is about God's mission to redeem His dying people, and He chose the most extraordinary strategy imaginable to accomplish this: becoming "God Incarnate."
We pulled our rental car into the parking lot of this sleepy property in the rolling green hills of rural New Zealand. My four kids and I tumbled out with our pile of suitcases and looked around. It was 2013, and we had arrived to begin a Family Discipleship Training School (DTS), our first step into the big wide world of missions.