EXTRAVAGANT- Bethel Church

It's extravagant and doesn't make sense... 

I've been on missions field for 7 months and 11 days, and I honestly didn't know what to expect during this season of my life here in Mexico.

         There are some things  really important in your life..., that if you don't do it feels like your life is an empty vessel. 

          Quite time is an expression that every Ywam uses as a main  time with Jesus, in fact I never really valued this time due I had so much things to do or I would wake up thinking in what to do next, and with that I realized that I wasn't giving God's priority of my time and i was taking life for granted and possibly my salvation, in fact no matter how many houses I will build or how many times I will be in kitchen or i don't know anything I do to please people, it will buy my salvation.

          Being raised as the only child it didn't help a lot to not how to get survival instinct, didn't help to create layers of not so easily offended hearts, literally I grew up in a tiny egg shell that everything would hit 10000x more than anyone else. And no I do not blame my parents for that, but I got to be used to stay always in my comfort zone and know I am in place where my comfort it's almost like non existent. 

          I didn't realize how much I wanted to please people until i couldn't juggle anymore with all these soft balls in my hands... I cried because i couldn't carry them anymore, I cried because i didn't want people thinking that I am a quitter, i cried because I was afraid to not be seemed anymore, and then I cried because i was feeling that I wasn't good enough, I never thought that I could ever have this kinda of feelings, as I always was so sure of who I am.

          A few days ago, God spoke to me that I should take off many of these soft balls of my hands to give him time and what he needs to speak to me in order to tell me how should I juggle again, however it is not an easy thing to do especially when everyone is counting on you, but i would trade people's trust and counting with me and giving that to my Jesus the one whom loved in an extravagant way that didn't make sense. 

          This song stoked out in my mind, to reassure that how much he loved us, and how he didn't have to do it but he decided to suffer to us, to show especially me that 5/10 mins ish of my days isn't a sacrifice but it's a privillege!

QBIAT stands for : Quit But Insist Always to Thrive 

thanks for reading,

Robson Lopes 

When nothing seems to be okay

Once upon a time... 

I was in Brazil and now it has been  6 months I am away from home and 9 days to turn 22 years old. 

To be honest, I never felt like I would miss home so much... when you are living abroad seems like things that would happen in scale 10 would happen in 100, not exaggeration... I will try to explain more in this post. 

I left Brazil December ,8th ,2017, and I did not know where I was going through I simply heard my heart, and God was the one who was giving me peace and  I embarked in an adventure of a lifetime,  went to Senegal for 20 days, where I cried so much, in a far land where no one could understand me, where I felt threat , and always misunderstood, yet with all of that I could see God's hand always taking good care of me. 

I left Africa with my heart broken for the poor and for nothing that I was supposed to do and I didn't, I didn't feel like I was doing something pleasant to my Abba, but then He reminded, how much I was loved and that the price of love it wasn't just for me but also for my brothers and sister in Senegal. 

next stop was Denmark, where I could refresh my mind, body and soul, with friends that received me as family. It is always a good choice to pit stop there and see them. 

in the New Year's eve,I took a plane with destination to Las Vegas, where I barely sleep because after 6 hours layover I was taking another plane to arrive in California, my almost last destination. 

California has been converted in a home for me, after 3 years, where my beloveds one are.Where I feel exhorted but still loved. 

Mexico ah Mexico, this country has stolen my heart in such a way, as nature, beauty, food and culture, I arrived in the middle of the night couldn't believe that I was here again, God brought me so many good memories, good friends, old and new ones. I thought I had been over my homesickness but this week it's been really hard for me.

I am in a Ywam school called Community Development School ,priorly you need to choose a community to work with and I had one in Africa, however my contact in Africa failed. So I choose a local community here in Mexico, where I've only been 1x time. But this week I learned that the true community I need to work  with which are made with 3 things/person : body, mind and soul .My own body needs to be loved, my mind needs to be health, and my soul needs to be in peace. 

I don't know what has been happening to me, but I want ask your forgiveness if I ever hurt you intentionally and non intentionally. I feel like growing up we start to think about our ages and don't want to commit same mistakes again. 22 years to be soon.

Therefore I love you because God loved me so well that I cannot contain that love for myself, please remember me in your prayers.

thank you for reading, 

regardless my bad english writing  

I am Mexican

I moved from Brazil to Mexico! 

          After 5 months, almost 6 to be..., I decided to leave Brasil and come to live in Tijuana, Mexico. 

           A while ago in Brazil, I felt God calling me back to the mission's field, it was something that i was struggling a lot to come or not, i was really enjoying my life with my parents, friends, my job, perhaps, I could listen to God's voice clear calling me overseas. 

The first step God called me to do that was apply to the place He was calling me to work on, Tijuana, Mexico , I don't Know if you know but this was the place where I did my (DISCIPLESHIP TRAINING SCHOOL) in YWAM SAN DIEGO BAJA , 2015 and I got the opportunity to serve Mexico during 3 months and then 1 month in Nepal after the earthquake.

Therefore I had to do some works to get possible my coming to Mexico, the first thing that I had to do it was fill the application to be staff on the base , after 1 month I received the yes. They asked me to work on my supporters. WAIT ??? what is supporter ?  supporter is someone/church who will help me to keep myself in Mexico in a financial way and spiritual way.

After a few moths I got some supporters. And finally I went to the bureaucratic  part , which was my mexican non permant residence visa, which I got within  a month. Finally able to come, God spoke about doing a pit stop in Africa( subject to another post), and on the january 6th I acrossed the border between America and Mexico and found myself in a new place that I can call home for. 

I grew up in the middle west of Brazil not being able to meet the beach until I was 12 years old and now I living  in front of the ocean for the next 2 years of my life. Thanks God 

my time in Mexico it will be of 2 years,  during this time I might go to Brazil to see family in friends and raise more support, thanks for reading and if you like, let me know on the comments. Peace out.