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This is my story - Heather Andreasen

I’ve always had a heart for missions, but circumstances didn’t allow me to go on any trips before this one. I thought I knew what to expect, but I got so much more.

It was really exciting to take my new husband on this trip. Not only is he a new husband, he’s a new Christian and a new Salvationist. I was so proud to show him what the Army, MY Army, is all about. It was really neat to see him interact with the people, especially the smallest children. I learned a lot about him while on the trip.

But the trip wasn’t about me learning about my husband, it was about me learning about God. And that I did. Growing up in a Christian home, I’ve always known that God provides and we need to trust Him. But this trip really proved that to me…not only while we were there, but since we’ve been back. There have been times since we’ve been home when I didn’t know how I was going to have the gas to get to work. Back to my new husband here…he worried and had no idea what we were going to do. I just told him to relax. God knows what we need and He will provide. And He did!

As the trip photographer, I sometimes felt like I wasn’t pulling my weight. I wasn’t getting down and dirty with the kids as they played games, I wasn’t making a fool of myself singing silly songs. But I found that my role was just as important. I was able to interact with the kids on a different level. I was able to share the trip with friends and supporters back home. I was able to capture memories for our team that will last forever.

I am so excited to be part of the team and can’t wait for the next mission…whether it’s across the ocean or across the street.

What I miss most - Heather Andreasen

I miss the friendliness of the people, especially the children. I sometimes have insecurities, but the children made me feel good about myself. The adults were so welcome and inviting, and it was neat to meet people on the other side of the world with the same interests as me. I miss the hugs from the children. I miss their sheer delight when I took pictures of them and the excitement when they realized they could see the picture immediately on my camera. I even miss the times when they were trying to take my camera. I miss the goats…the live ones, not the ones on our plates. I even miss the crabs, because no crabs means we’re not in Jamaica anymore.

This is my story - Maj. Candi Frizzell

And Elisha prayed, “Open his eyes, Lord, so that he may see.” Then the Lord opened the servant’s eyes, and he looked and saw the hills full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.

2 Kings 6:17 (NIV)

Even though I have been very blessed to have visited various Army programs in other countries, the Carribean was never on my radar, nor was it on my bucket list of places I was hoping to visit someday (I am definitely a 'desert-rat', and ocean views do nothing for me!).  I was still excited to find out I was going to be able to join the Mesa team and travel to Jamaica.  I had no idea that this island, and it's people, would grab my heart the way that it, and they, did on this trip.  I experienced humbleness and happiness every day and I felt lifted up in prayer throughout the week.  Working with the children and talking with the people has left a mark on my life.  I will never be the same because of our time there. It makes me wonder what other blessings God has been waiting to give me that I have missed out on because something didn't appeal to me or didn't particularly interest me.  It makes me wonder how many times I chose not to surrender to God and therefore missed out on the opportunity to have a deeper relationship with Him.  I feel that our relationship is definitely deeper because of my time in Jamaica.  

I am not sure how helpful my offering to Jamaica was, but I can tell you that what Jamaica, and it's people, offered me was a life-changing experience.  I am grateful to them and to God for it all.

What I miss most - Maj. Candi Frizzell

I really enjoyed the friendliness of the people.  EVERYONE who passed by spoke to you, and everyone wanted to know if you were enjoying your time in Jamaica and invited us to come back.  I didn't feel at all as if it were a tourist ploy, either....they were a proud people who wanted you to enjoy your time in their country.

This is my story - Holly White

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for

us? ”.   And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”

 Isaiah 6:8 (NIV)

I have never seen a burning bush like Moses did, but I am pretty sure Moses and I are a lot alike.  In fact, I think that Moses and I are going to be best friends in heaven.  You see I, like Moses, have many, “good” reasons for not doing things.  My conversations with God must sound all too familiar as I say, “Who am I, that I should…?  (Exodus 3:11)  I am not good at ….., I don’t have enough time, money, experience to……, I am afraid of…..  God’s response to Moses and thus, to me, is found in Exodus 4:11-12.  It says, “The Lord said to him, “Who gave man his mouth?  Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind?  Is it not I, the Lord?  Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say.”  I always think that it is so sad the way God did miracle after miracle to prove His faithfulness to Moses and yet he still doubted God and begged the Lord to send someone else.  I could never be so thick-headed; Could I?

As the idea of a mission trip to Jamaica presented itself I started with great intentions, but I am not sure I actually thought it would really happen.  The ability to raise the money,  get all the approvals, establish a team, and figure out the needs versus our abilities felt impossible.  I had never done anything like this before and there were a lot of things that I was just not good at doing.  Couldn’t God just get someone else?  Evidently not, so I made a conscious decision to submit instead of argue.  I decided that it would be better to pray about everything, instead of doing my usual worrying routine.  Maybe Moses should have tried that.  Yes, there were many times I felt absolutely overwhelmed and discouraged, but I found that every time I prayed, I had peace.  God did not fail me.  In fact, He proved Himself to me over and over again. 

My time in Jamaica was amazing.  It was like the icing on the cake.  I had already seen God do so many miracles just getting us there that our ministry to the people was an added blessing to me.  As I gave my testimony at the Sav-la-mar Corps on Sunday morning I thanked them for the blessing they had been to me without even knowing it.  I am sure that they did more for me than I ever did for them.  My faith has grown and I will never be the same. 

I will confess that God called me to the mission field a long time ago, and that I have been begging God to choose someone else ever since.  This trip has taught me to look past my fear, insecurities and doubts, and focus on God, who is bigger than it all.  It is unfortunate that it took so many years of arguing with God to figure this out.  But I am thankful that God did not give up on me. 

We are all called to be missionaries.  Having a heart for missions sometimes means going to a foreign land, sometimes means having to be resourceful, or live with less.  However, it always means having a heart that is willing to serve and a desire to see souls won for the kingdom.  I don’t know where God will call me to go next.  It might be across the driveway to my next-door neighbor, or across the ocean to a foreign land.  I do know that when the call comes next time, I want to be able to say I resemble Isaiah instead of Moses.  This is because when the Lord said to Isaiah, “Whom shall I send?  And who will go for us?”  Isaiah replied, “Here am I.  Send me!”  Maybe Isaiah and I can be good friends in heaven, too.