This mission story is from my good friend, Jeanie Sandahl. We have been friends for almost 30 years.
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When Vicky asked me to write about my mission trips, I joyfully accepted! I mean, who wouldn’t want to tell about their experiences! Yes! Yes! I felt so honored! So, why did I delay so long? Well, I guess it came down to not knowing what to say and how to say it! So, I just didn’t write anything. Months went by and I figured my friend had moved on. Whew! Then, out of the blue, she asked me again!
Guess I really should. OK – Here it goes!
I always felt as a kid that being a missionary would be the ultimate sacrifice for Him but never thought that was for me.
When I was grown and already had 2 children and just recently got remarried at 37 years old, I was about to go on my first mission trip. I had been married to Gary for 6 months when I returned home from a ladies’ Bible study at church to announce I was going to Guadalajara, Mexico with a group of gals to pray over the city. (Now mind you, I’m not politically minded in the least and even after almost 30 years, I still struggle. Can’t we all get along?)
On the trip I think I was in a daze the whole time. I didn’t really understand how a bunch of white Christian women walking around anointing things and praying in the Spirit was going to do anything. You see, even though I had been raised in the church and always loved Jesus, I don’t think I had really accepted him as Savior until I was 27 or 28 years old. I was still in my Christian infancy and I was trying to make sense of it all on that trip. (I’ve always been a late bloomer!)
Little did I know, it was only the beginning!
While I was on the mission trip to Guadalajara, Mexico, I dutifully did as I was told. I acted like a tourist and was inconspicuous as I was anointing and praying. I remember feeling a heaviness and also feeling almost invisible. It was very interesting. I entered a Catholic Church and for the first time, I felt the oppression of idol worship. I didn’t know what was happening to me but I couldn’t wait to get out of there. We walked through the government offices as tourists as we lightly touched door frames with oil and as we prayed softly in our spiritual languages.
Upon returning home, we were asked to share at the next Ladies’ Bible study. I never fully realized what was happening when we were in Mexico and how the Lord was working. However, that was my first “trip”. I didn’t even know it was a mission trip!
The Next “trip” was more than 20 years later!
A mission trip to Brazil had been planned in our church. All those desiring to go would meet and be contacted later with trip details and fundraising opportunities. Well, we waited and wondered but we never heard anything. Finally, I approached leadership and was told everyone had backed out. Gary and I discussed it and decided we hadn’t backed out and we made our own plan to raise the funds and go anyway.
After 3 long years and much support from our pastor, we made it!
What an adventure! This time I knew what was going on! We went with a group headed by Randy Clark. I went as an intercessor and Gary went as a photographer.
Our mission trip to Brazil started with our plane ride over there. While on the plane, my feet and legs became swollen like I’ve never experienced before. The swelling went down a little before landing, but not much. After arriving in Brazil, we were on a trip to an Indian reservation and I was having dreams of spirits coming to me(not Godly ones). Gary and I were also hearing faint chanting, however, no one else on the bus seemed to be hearing it. We asked the missionary that was accompanying us and she told us the witch doctors know you’re coming and they’re not happy about it! Needless to say, Gary and I were blown away! When we did arrive, we had wonderful worship, fellowship and fun.
During our time in Brazil, we saw blind eyes opened and deaf ears unplugged. The Spirit was falling heavily on our worship and teaching services. At one point, my feet were so swollen, I could hardly walk. We called the woman in charge of our group and she came with one of the interpreters. They could see it was serious so I was given the options of going to the hospital or praying. Gary and I decided to go with Prayer. God is good. I was in the bathroom off and on all night and my feet were better in the morning. I only had one other incident with the swelling while there. Glory to God!
Our time came to an end in Brazil. However, we did make a life-long friend. A nice young woman who was our interpreter has been our friend for over 10 years now. We still keep in touch with our little sister!
Our new mission field
Things seemed quiet until Gary moved us into our first home. The only thing is that our new home has wheels! We are now in this new season He has given us to travel the North American continent. He has let us know that this is our new mission field and that wherever we stop for the night, we are to call in His lordship for the area and bless the people.
We have met many new friends, some brothers and sisters and others not so much! But our purpose is to bless all we meet with His love and to encourage all. We want to be traveling for 3 years. But we keep saying, “Man makes his plans and God sits back and laughs!’ Sounds like scripture, eh?!(We’re in Canada right now.)
We are told to go into all the world and share the good news of His love for all.
Looking back, I see that “all the world” starts at home and spreads out. It can be working to make our homes sanctuaries for anyone to come(kids and adults). Or it can be working in soup kitchens, making sack lunches for the homeless or it could be the Lord telling you to give an encouraging word or money to someone He highlights to you. Or like us, it could be working for 3 plus years to do what He has placed in our heart to do. Going to Brazil was the right thing for us to do.
The world is our mission field! Anywhere from our back yards to Timbuktu!