Malia Wolcott
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Mission Year is a year long urban ministry program focused on Christian service and discipleship. We take teams of young people, place them in an area of need, and help them to serve people and create community. We are committed to the command of Jesus to “love God and love people,” by placing the needs of our neighbors first and developing committed disciples of Christ with a heart for the poor. Learn more about our first year program…
Malia Wolcott's Blog
home sweet home... / Sep 18, 02:19 PM
so many things have happened… the lord has taught me so many things, lessons that i am so thankful to learn. just in less than three weeks, i have gone to a week long orientation in the woods, a city wide orientation (a smaller version with more one on one speakers), moved in to our house, gotten to know my five other team mates, made friends in the neighborhood, gone to our first church service, and really started to settle into atlanta.
i’ll share a couple quick expieriences. one major one was that the whole realization of the fact that our reality can change so quickly. hawaii, with its beautiful beaches and perfect weather, and my laughing family seem like such a faraway daydream from this place. the lords shimmering fingerprints are definitly visible where i am, but not as evident as my home. tears just a blink away, huddled in our closet i had the great epiphany that jesus is our ONLY reality. the world you thought was so concrete can melt away in a nanosecond and if you dont have jesus as your only rock, youll melt away with it.
another amazing thing is that when i was at the camping orientation “gods farm” was the name, there was one shower for literally a hundred people, men and women. there wasnt a plethora of food and me- the stupid hawaiian- didnt have any sweaters. so me (and all the ladies here) were constantly complaining about being hungry, tired, cold(apparantly only me) , and D I R T Y. then, as i was taking my one and only shower of the week (keep in mind we were trudging through cow, goat, sheep, squirell, dog, cat, kitten, llama, donkey, and horse poop) it hit me. some people have never showered in a bathroom in their lives. most of the people i will be serving (if im in a shelter) will be tired, hungry, dirty, and cold. instead of marching into their lives from a holy thou art position and handing out food from afar, i have the great privledge to come into their neighborhoods, look into their eyes and say with some conviction that i know what your going through. that is why jesus is so so so powerful. because he came down, lived life. for some reason, someone who looks into your eyes and embraces you is so different if that person has gone through the same thing you are currently going through.
but yes, i have been scared. its tough here, not gonna lie. but one of my wise roomates told me one day “well your safer here doing gods will than at home not doing his will.”
ill leave you all with that. i love you, and may god show you his will.
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attention! lost childeren. / Sep 5, 11:07 AM
tonight i was touched by the holy spirit. my grandpa is one of those people it would be easy to not pray for and avoid. although a very generous man, he is an alcoholic with some abusive tendencies. he has caused needless pain in our family. after one morning visiting him i left getting hit with the fact that he is a LOST CHILD. see, Jesus never saw a prostitute, or a bum, or a crackhead. he saw one of his beloved children lost. that’s what i felt that morning…i can see the little okinawan boy who grew up in poverty and neglect, so scared and sad, wondering who had become.
anyways tonight i had the honor of praying for him before i left. we had a crazy family dinner…as always and we were just saying goodbye when i asked him if i could pray for him. he screamed “no!” immediately. eventually he let me, and our family gathered in the parking lot for a circle of prayer (please do not attempt at home, you may get banged by a car). i was filled with the holy spirit, like i do when i pray for people and i started praying that satan take his hands of my gramps eyes so my grampa could see and feel Christs love. as i prayed my grandpas grip on my hand got tighter and tighter, warmer, and closer to his heart- and hes definitely not the holding hands type.
angels didn’t appear and he didn’t pray himself, but he felt my love. that’s whats the most important. wouldn’t you hug and kiss a child that had a bad dream? well, friends, do the same for your lost brothers and sisters…some have lives we could only have nightmares about.
jet set. / Sep 5, 11:06 AM
These past couple weeks have been so playful.
i hiked,camped, sunrise watched,took pictures, tree climbed, had a tea party, swam, surfed, skated, stargazed, painted, drew, swam with dolphins, went to the zoo, visited my duck, went to pillboxes, had lunch at a mansion, got prophecies, and much more to end my summer.
you need to! having fun reenergizes, refocuses, and makes you passionate towards our life all over again.god wants us to seek heaven on earth and heaven is definitely full of fun and playing. (hahha i think i might honor a sabbath too much, i forget about working a little too easily<- which is bad!)
Many amazing things happened after Alaska, god spoke to me very strongly through other people.three of my minichurch friends got words of wisdom for me and they were all practically the same: that i will be a funnel that takes and gives Christs love to people. (another sidenote- being a funnel is important, to give blessings more readily than receiving them) another one of the things i keep getting told is that actions speak louder than words. i was told that in Alaska by an Eskimo pastor and last week by a local christian prophet.i think lately Ive been getting too caught up in playing. i need to honor god with my obedience and my ACTIONS. I’ve definitely learned that the most powerful message of the gospel is not said but lived.
now i understand why people say that when times are good you drift from god. I’ve been having the best time playing and being in the surf and sun that I’ve been forgetting to focus on Jesus. thankfully though i have many AMAZING people in my life that remind me and encourage me daily. i thank you all for being in my life. i couldn’t have ever asked for any ohana and friends better than you all (there’s no such thing anyways you guys are da best).
sorry this blog is all hammajam i just wanted to catch everyone up.
m leaving tomorrow at three, and i will get back into an obedient routine of daily devos. also I’m going to make a list of all those in my life and try to meditate and pray for each person a day. so you will get letters from me! cheehee! thanks for reading by the way, i pray that god can speak to you through me. even though I’m kind of lolo hahaha.
father, i pray you give me the strength and wisdom to be your ambassador in a different land. hold me in your hands and protect me from danger within and without. give me the humility to learn from the Georgians and to approach them with a humble heart and not one of ‘you need my help’. give me your hands and feet. take me to places of beauty and hope and give me eyes to see it.
amen.
may peace love and joy be with you always and forever.
adventure in alaska / Aug 4, 02:51 PM
From traveling this summer on a mission trip to japan- a world of consolidation and miniatures i am now currently in alaska…a land of giants and wide wilderness. yet, gods beauty is so through and saturating even unto the farthest corner of the world. Its staggering, the majesty and holiness of creation, yet the difference. I come from a tropical background, an exotic and powerful combination of elements. While traveling to japan i felt a cultural and historic beauty- a deep appreciation for one’s home and history. Now traveling to Alaska I’m witnessing a timeless beauty… a place where the snow draped mountains and endless forests are respected and untouched.
All of these places show me the variety in the personality of our god. He is only goodness, but how many infinite types of goodness and beauty he is! And there are many many countries i have never seen, many facets of gods creation i have never experienced yet.
On this trip me and my family have seen two or three glaciers. All the glaciers in alaska are melting (except for one) and receding from the places they were originally. On the second day of the trip, my step mom got a scripture 2 peter 3, i think… talking about how god will set the heavens on fire and the elements will melt away in the flames. we all got to see firsthand the universal power of the scriptures, and the prophecies being fulfilled right before our eyes with the glaciers.
Also so far we’ve stayed in an eskimo pastor (and his wife’s) cabin. They told us stories of angels, people they helped, and gave us old eskimo teachings. They were sooo cute! two little old people so in love and energized by christ!! This is the second time I’ve gotten to enjoy christians with major cultural differences than me. Its so cool to talk to someone with a life soooo unlike your own, but to recognize the same light of christ shining through.
unreal. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand its getting me ready for american winters. whew i think even the inside of my nose is frozen!
praise the lord!
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queens bath / Jul 22, 02:40 PM
God speaks.
I’ve been getting ready to leave for Atlanta, and I’ve been really seeking God the past couple weeks more than usual.
Well on Thursday i kinda had a bad day. After the day was pretty much done, I decided to go to this place on the east side of the island (like 20 minutes from my house) called queens bath. usually me and my friend less go surfing in the afternoon, but for some reason she couldn’t so i just went alone.
(queens bath is a secret beach and its a 20 minute walk through some dried grass fields)… so i was jamming to some steel pulse and walking towards the beach, not knowing the lord was about to rock my world.
i finally got to queens bath, and i was all alone. From anywhere on the beach (half of it is on the side of a cliff), you cant see anything man- made. no houses, no cars, no streets, no nothing, not even buoys on the ocean. so i was in pure untouched creation. the sun was going down and beams of sunlight were shining down on the mountains…i felt like i was in Eden.
anyways, i swam a little, jumped off a telephone pole that someone stuck in some rocks, kinda like a pirate plank, and just played. i had a flower in my hair, and i wanted to give it to Jesus (i prayed that this is like my heart, a little beat up but i want to give it to you) so i threw it in the water, watched it spiral down and float towards the ocean,away from the rocks. i started to get my stuff together and looked back, and the flower was gone!
i was all bummed thinking my heart/flower got squashed on the rocks…. but i saw it perfectly because the flower was vibrant yellow and the water was blue (and crystal clear, so i could see that it didn’t sink), and it was floating away from the rocks and wouldn’t have floated to the rocks that fast anyways. so i looked for like fifteen minutes.. then gave up and was about to leave.
it was then that god spoke to me so loudly and clearly
malia, you serve a living god. wasn’t that flower for Jesus?
and i promise, that flower was gone. Jesus really did take it.
we serve a LIVING god. we dint serve one that is watching us from above, we serve one that came down to be with us. and he is! all around us and in us. he walks with us, crys with us, watches us sleep.
he is a living god.
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