The mission trip to Panama was the first missions trip I have ever been on. I wasn’t sure what I would find on this trip, but I was truly excited.
What I found was my God is the same in any language, culture, conditions or educational status.
I saw a people stand in grass huts believing for the healing, guidance, mercy, grace and love that I search for in my air conditioned house in Tulsa.
I prayed with the people, for people, fed people, got fed, did drama’s, led my first altar call, had the best birthday ever, spoke to the pastors about God’s love and truly saw the love of Christ in action.
I went looking for God to move in the Indians of San Blas. While I was looking for that, God moved in me.






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