"Pray in the Gaps" reads a conveniently placed pink sticky-note that hangs above the Mr. Coffee coffee pot at my grandmothers home in Indiana. I returned stateside about one month ago today and processing this previous trip has been a tough task since sleeping once again on American soil. Five countries later, fifteen friends turned family, countless lives transformed, and equally as many testimonies of the Lords power and love to share. Here are small poems and photos of each place. Enjoy!

Montenegro:

Where the snow-capped peaks meet the turning waters

Lord your presence comforted my deepest pleas.

My fear of being known, deeply known, lingered

Until they came speaking Your truths over me.

Showing me how to face your Son

As the sunflower seeks the same.

In a country post-religious and wandering 

I learned how to delight in Thy name.

Kyrgyzstan:

They have been taught to be like the land

Cold and guarded, their hearts then follow.

Until they hear of the Fathers hand

Shoulders hold the weighty sorrow.

A strong cry from weak lungs 

Now welcome a different breath.

Strength and joy found in a name

Many here still yet to utter.

In Christ they stand now unashamed

Desiring to please no other.

Jordan:

A country that borders the Holy Land 

Has been riddled with the great counterfeit.

Islam is on the hearts inside

But the Lord is working surrounding it.

The Spirits' moving is bringing new water 

To a parched land, Christ revealed.

His beauty and honor returning here again.

Our Triune God on display.

Egypt:

A new Pharaoh preying for the peoples worship

But a prophecy provides promised hope.

In a land painted with untruth and deceit

Divine ways through the wilderness unravel.

Help to the wandering

Faith restored, taste and see.

Returning to revival.

Pakistan:

King Jesus reigns in rural villages

Where those ‘without’ live abundantly free.

A church praising through persecution 

To give the Lord our God due glory.

Waiting to sing aloud among neighbors

The promises and praises of their story.

Send more laborers Lord

To the harvest we see.

Maranatha, Come Lord Jesus.