A DTS is not for the faint of heart. During my first three weeks in Kona I felt like a fish out of water. Then right as I was suffocating and begging God to let me go home, he showed me that I don’t have gills. And that I’m not even a fish. And that all I had to do was breathe. Oh right.
They waste no time in a DTS. Week one they break you down to your core and strip the walls and layers you’ve so carefully built over the years to protect yourself until you are a puddle of tears and bleeding wounds in front of your entire class. Then, when you think you’re done for, God reminds you of who you are and how much you are loved.
Then you walk around all raw and new and you learn how to laugh again.
Day one as I wept during worship, He said, “I want you to call me Abba.” I said it out loud. Something broke. Romans 8:14-16 “For all who are being led by the Spirit of God, these are the sons of God. For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, ‘Abba! Father!’ The spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God.” Yeah. So own it, walk it out in freedom.
Most helpful with this laughing business are my roommates. Helga, Alyssa, and Helen. I like Helga alot cause she is Norwegian, merciful, goofy, and always down for an adventure. I like Alyssa alot cause she plays ukulele, talks about God, and is learning how to be a sailor. Helen’s pretty legit cause she quite a cool job as a fashion designer in Brazil to come rough it with three other girls who don’t particularly like to shower or pay to do laundry. Other than an exciting brush with maggots, our room is relatively clean.
We have one on one mentors, and that’s a good thing on account of they come up to your room to pray for you when you can’t get out of bed cause you’re too afraid of everything. Mine is named Neko and she's from Germany. She has awesome hair and a legit accent.
I have developed a new morning routine. Coffee in my mug and two hard boiled eggs. Unless they don't have eggs and unless there are bugs in my mug. Then it's toast and a paper cup. Then "ship shape," which is what our morning chores are called.
We live in a vintage hotel in the heart of downtown Kona with an ocean view from our front deck. The Iron man triathalon just happend in our front yard. I fell asleep to the music of "...YOU! ARE! AN IRON MAN!" Till one in the morning. But it was amazing.
We have class from 8 to 11 and then again 1 to 3. Then we have a work duty from 3-5. I most recently have demolished a room.
Things that I really need prayer for:
My insurance company decided to reject me for "pre-existing conditions." Which is weird cause I'm pretty darn healthy. Also, it's probably cause America is silly. I love living with people from other countries. Puts us in perspective. Not a good perspective. I can't get insurance and I'm a healthy 27 year old.
I also need a lot more financial support. If you feel so led, here is where you can give: http://ywamships.net/give/
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