Venezuela as I have known it these past 20 years, is dead. The National Assembly gave the president the ability to rule by decree. We knew they would , but we held on , savoring the last few days before it was official. Now it is.
I know that I have been here so long , and came so young, that I perhaps identify to much with this country I have adopted.
I remember the other governments of the last 20 years, and I will be the first to say that every last one was corrupt! But they didn't take away hope , they didn't meddle in MY life. Some people ask me why I take it so personal...because it is.
I had my ministry taken away, my home taken away, my future as I had envisioned it taken. Sometimes I get mad over the silliest things! Like when I go to get my favorite cast iron skillet that had been my grandmothers and realize I don't have it because it was too heavy to lug out of the jungle!!! I can get angry about that. Or a book I need for homeschooling my children. It is mouldering away in the jungle. Silly things! But I find it easier to dwell on these things than to actually dwell on the people and friends we left behind.It is easier to get angry over STUFF than to actually have a broken heart over the people left there.
Then I fast forward to the city today, new friends, new ministry, what will be their future??
The LORD is far from the wicked: but he heareth the prayer of the righteous.Proverbs 15:29
Pray for my righteous Venezuelan friends.