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Hi, my name is
Josiane. When I started in the work of God as a pastor’s wife I was only 19
years old. I had the opportunity to meet a great woman of God who taught me a
lot of things. One day, as we were talking, she said:
-Josiane,
the work of God really begins the day that you leave your state, go somewhere
far from your family; the day that you look to your side and see no familiar
faces.
At that moment,
those words did not make much sense to me. Almost two years passed by after
this conversation and the day came in which we were chosen by God to go to
another country.
I did not feel
sad to be leaving my country, on the contrary, I felt an enormous joy, for
having this privilege. We did not know when we would see our family again, let
alone how it would be living in another country.
After two days,
we were already in our new house, Uruguay. A beautiful country that I learned
to love from the first day.
When I arrived, I
remembered the words of that wife. I was in another country, a new language,
and not a single familiar face.
In the first
days, everything was new to me, and it seemed that it hadn’t hit me yet.
Afterwards, I started missing family, friends and the difficulty of the idiom
also appeared, which a first I did not understand a single word. Meanwhile, the
pastor’s wives of Uruguay helped me a lot and received me with open arms.
When we arrived
in a place that was unfamiliar to us, we needed someone even to go to the supermarket,
since people could not understood you, nor did you understand the local
currency, the products.
After a month,
we began to work in a new church. My husband had been taking Spanish
classes for a month, but I did not understand anything, but we went in the
faith. When the people arrived to the church, I was the only assistant. I was
also the only CBC teacher, and we both were the only evangelists. However, the
language barrier did not stop us. We would go out like this to the streets to
evangelize, even though in the beginning I felt a lot of headaches trying to
understand what the people were saying.
It was difficult.
We went through difficulties and many times we had to decide between paying for
a good meal or paying for the bus to get to church, since we lived in a
different city. So, we would choose, with joy, to pay for the bus because we
knew that our sacrifice would be rewarded in form of souls for the Kingdom of
God.
For 8 years of
being in this country, we went through various churches and we saw the result
of our work in the saved souls for the Kingdom of God. All of the difficulties
were worth it: the tears and the sacrifice of being away from the family and
from our country.
I thank God for
this experience that helped us mature and make us much stronger.
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