So maybe a some of you guys have seen me tweet or Facebook
about “this house God gave us” And maybe a few of you out of the some that have
heard about this are thinking “Ridiculous, God doesn’t give people houses”.
Well I am here to tell you YEEAHHHH HE DOES!
Here is how the story goes. Once upon a time little Allie
Reyna was sad and maybe caught up in a bit of self pity because her really good
friends left to outreach in Asia and due to visa and finance issues she was
stuck in cold Herrnhut, Germany. Thoughts like “I am tired of shoveling snow
and making cookies to reach out to the community” and “I am a missionary, I
should be preaching the gospel in Asia not Herrnhut” consumed her head. Notice
the selfishness and need of a perspective/heart check.
In this time period, one evening sitting in the Viltnis Café
in Herrnhut, consumed by her need for WIFI a tax advisor walks in and asks
Ashley, the barista for information to contact the leaders of YWAM Herrnhut. Allie
vaguely hears the mention of a house, but continues with her eyes glued to her
screen. Ashley invites the tax advisor to sit and have a free coffee as she
gathers the information he requested. The man scans the café occupied by only
Allie and chooses to sit directly in front of her. The self-consumed missionary
says a short “hallo” with hardly a glance at the man expecting there to be a
language barrier. To her surprise the tax advisor spoke perfect English and
pursued a conversation with Allie using small talk of where are you from and
what’s your name. Because little YWAMer Allie learned in DTS that God speaks to
her, she realized that she should talk to this tax advisor. So she reluctantly
set her phone down and found herself in the middle of an example of how God
includes us in His awesomeness even we don’t realize it or deserve it. That
evening God used Allie’s answers to the tax advisors questions of why she was
in Herrnhut, what YWAM is and how she has learned more about God to answer
prayers and change lives.
6 months later after Allie returns to Herrnhut from outreach
in Asia and is walking home through the dark forest with a friend. The friend
asks Allie “have you heard about the guy who is giving us a house because of
your conversation with him?” After a few minutes of memory searching Allie is
shocked and in awe to hear that because of her conversation with this tax
advisor his perspective of YWAM was changed and has convinced his client to
begin the process of giving YWAM Herrnhut a house absolutely free.
Months before little Allie existed at YWAM Herrnnut the YWAM
Herrnhut community began praying and asking God for more property to house
their growing community.
After DTS and visiting home for a few weeks Allie returned
to Herrnhut to begin the School Of Intercessory Prayer. In this time that Allie
was in the secondary school, the keys to this new house were successfully
handed to YWAM Herrnhut and the tax advisor gave his life to Jesus!
Ok exiting story mode.
There you go! God gave us a house! And a man’s life was
changed. This house now houses the majority of the 200 students that have just begun the Marriage Of The Arts and Revive DTS’. It is so stinkin cool that God
has allowed me to be a part of this story from the beginning with a conversation
until now where I spent the last couple of weeks in Herrnhut sanding, painting
and nailing to prepare this house to be a home to so many students who’s lives
will be changed by God through YWAM Herrnhut just like mine was.
I often get asked how I can trust God enough to leave family
and friends behind and go to these crazy places on my own. It is because I know
that I am never alone, I know that my God loves me enough to invite me to be a
part of awesome stories like this one! Because I know my God doesn’t change.
His character never fails. He is a provider and He is love. Whether He does it
by giving me a house, money for a flight or gives me peace through scripture,
He provides. This story will always be a reminder, an altar of who my God is and
always will be!
The house sits near one of the entrances to Herrnhut. Every time a YWAMer would pass by the house on our way to the castle we would touch it and pray for it.
The courtyard behind the house.
I am not sure I have ever cleaned so much in my life.
I am not the most neat worker ever.
The last weekend we worked on the house we got took a break to have a community lunch.
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