Twenty-Something Rambling

I was never told how hard my twenties would be. Growing up it was always focused on how to get through middle school and high school...but what about college? What about that final year when every decision feels like life or death? The most horrid sentence that rings through my ear on a weekly basis brings anxiety, stress and confusion in every part of my being, "what are you going to do after you graduate?" What might be even worse is the looks on peoples faces and their non-verbal gestures when I tell them "I don't know." I don't know what I am going to do. I don't know what I want to do. Yes, I have a degree  but...will I use it? Maybe, maybe not. The only thing I do know right now, is that, I am confused. I am hurting. I am struggling. I am uncertain, and uncertainty may be the hardest place I have ever been in. The best thing is that I know I am not alone. And neither are you my twenty-something friend.

You see we have some things in common. We have dreams that probably don't involve anything with what he have studied or what's written on that printed out sheet of paper that might one day get hung up. But we have dreams. I dream of living near a beach and spending my days off digging my toes into the warm sand and smelling the salt in the air. I dream of sitting on a porch in the mountains, sipping on a cup of perfectly portioned out coffee in my favorite mug listening to the critters run free and maybe some Adele in the background. My biggest dream though, is to see lives changed. I want to see people on their knees crying out to God in awe of His goodness. I want to see people who have never heard the name Jesus or heard of the Bible to fall in love with the same God that has told me he loves me and called me his daughter. As a twenty-something...this seems natural. I have done the classes, done the time, now I am supposed to go out and change the world...right? At least that's what I am expected to do.

We are constantly being told that our generation is the generation that will change the world, that we will solve poverty, hunger and everything bad in the world. Here's the thing, I fully believe our generation is a generation unlike any other. However, when we are told the expectations but don't quite make them, in our minds and our hearts we have utterly failed. We have not only failed at one thing...we have failed at everything. Between friends, family, bosses, co-workers, we have failed them all because we couldn't fulfill their expectations. Instead of telling us who we are supposed to be, why not show us. Don't just tell me the things that I need to do, come along side of me and lead me in the right direction so that when I do feel like I failed the world, be there to tell me the world is not ending. Be there to tell me that what I have done is good. Be there to tell me you are proud of me for trying, because if you don't I may never try again. This age is hard, and I am trying the best of my abilities to figure it out. Please stop judging me for not knowing, stop judging me for my clothes, music choices and everything else you may not agree with. Support me and walk with me, teach me not judge me, show me grace and show me tough love. We are here and longing for direction and guidance, we may seem like we have it figured out but don't trust the fake smile when I say "I'm good" there are things so much deeper, I'm just waiting to see if you care.

Third Times a Charm

What's up everyone! I am excited to announce that I will be returning back home to the amazing country of Honduras this upcoming summer! My trips have progressively gotten longer and this one is no exception. Our team will be in Siguatepeque  for approx. 3 weeks this year...crazy. I am hoping to actually make this blog stick this year and keep posting things that I am either learning or assignments that have helped shape this year so far. First and foremost though...the letter. Enjoy and God bless! For the past two years, I have had the privilege of traveling to Siguatepeque, Honduras. In the summer of 2015, God will be sending me back for a third time. My heart has been left in Honduras; it is with strangers in the street, teachers and kids in a school, the community, and the country. To have an opportunity to go back a third time is indescribable. Throughout the past two years I have been transformed, renewed, and redeemed. God has made it a calling in my life to go out and spread the news of His great love. In 2015, our team will be working alongside La Providencia and the surrounding community by putting on camps, VBS’s and work projects. This will be our longest trip yet, approximately 3-4 weeks. We cannot do this by ourselves; we need the help and support from our family and friends. For those that know me well, Honduras is one of my favorite things to talk about. Please feel free to call, text, email, coffee, lunch, truly anything, if you have questions, concerns or just want to hear more about what God has been up to! Thank you so much for you continuous prayer and support in my life!

I cannot do this on my own. I need your help!

First: PRAYER. We are in constant need of prayer, not only for our team but for the people of Honduras as well.

Second: Financial Support.

This will be our longest trip yet, which means, raising more funds. If you would like to donate, there are multiple ways to help.

1) Green Slip – You can send, cash or check with this slip filled back to Jessup!

333 Sunset Blvd. #769 Rocklin, CA 95765

2) Online (credit/debit) –

Honduras 2015 – Michelle Rompel

*Do not put my name anywhere on a check, all donations are tax deductible


Michelle Rompel

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The Return

10273407_10202334802151432_4037705295605346758_nDear friends, family and fellow bloggers, My initial goal was to get this letter out about 2 months ago, whoops. When I arrived back to California from Honduras, life took a turn. I never imagined how difficult the transition was going to be. Let alone how difficult the transition has still been. My heart is still in Honduras; it is still with those kids, those parents, those teachers and everything else involved with that country. Even the random cravings for Baleadas and a coke can make a person go crazy. I really wanted to write to you all though and tell you not about the struggle but about the glory that God is doing. Our team got the privilege to work with a group called La Providencia; it is a bi-lingual school with two homes on the campus, where 6-8 orphans are housed with a set of house parents. We were at the school Monday thru Friday, working in the classrooms, teaching English classes, getting tackled by mass amounts of niño’s, and building a new cement wall. When we would finish at the school, we would jump on the bus with the students and head to the soccer field and put on a soccer camp for the community. During the second week, we continued at the school but instead of doing the soccer camp we went a little further down the road to a Church and put on a VBS. I will never forget the vision of driving on that bus and seeing kids running from their houses to meet us. Many of the kids that came to the soccer camps ended up coming to the VBS as well, and for the first time, they got to hear the word of God. There has been one thing that stays on my mind and it’s about what God has been teaching me. Within those 18 days, the only thing I could do was to put every bit of me into trusting God. There were times I was terrified and times I was in awe of God’s wonder, and through it all, I had to trust God. My life will never be the same because of this trip and I want to say thank you for your prayer, encouragement, and/or financial support. Without your partnership my mission trip might not have been possible. Thank you for investing in me for the Kingdom’s sake! I know that God wants me to be bolder about sharing my faith – not just in Honduras but also all over the world. Right now, please be praying with me in the next step God wants me to take, whether that is returning back to Honduras this upcoming summer or meeting up with God in another country.

In Him, Michelle Rompel


Since I was in high school, I always had this amazing fascination with the military. I don't know where it came from or even how it sparked but it never went away. Maybe it was my grandpa that always talked about the Marine Core, or the other handful of uncles that decided to join some branch of the military. It seemed it was just a part of the family. I recently had an encounter with a recruit from the Army, we got to talking and next thing I know I was sitting in his office talking about the reserves and enlisting. That friday morning was probably one of the most terrifying yet exciting moments I have had in a while. I left the recruitment office in a chaotic mess with thoughts bouncing from one side of my brain to the other. This was an opportunity I had dreamed about, had prayed about, and it was finally here. However, my heart was crying. As much as I would have loved to be able to go and to serve with the Army and work with the soldiers, that was not where I belong. God is my recruiter, and he had the sweetest deal. I have been recruited to serve Gods children. "Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it." (Proverbs 22:6)

I have had such a privilege to get to know some pretty amazing people with my time here at Jessup so far. There has been one person in particular recently who has really made a big impact on my life. I have been able to watch her put so much commitment into her project over the last few weeks, that it has been a huge eyeopener for me to see someone so dedicated to finish something, as hard as it is to complete and push through. Her project has been about orphanages and adoption, and as I have been able to sit and drink coffee and sing Frozen and laugh till 2am, I have also been able to think about my future and where I am going to be when I am in her seat working on my own senior paper. I have found that God has really strange ways of talking to me. I have always struggled with the idea of being still, it's just not how I function. I see God through watching people and listening to people. Kind of creepy sounding I know. I have always had this passion to want to constantly know people, to understand them and hear their stories, it's through those that I am truly able to see and hear God. It's a strange and complicated mysterious way that I am still trying to grasp and understand. But I have never been more excited to continue to dig deeper and go further.

In approximately 29 days, I will be on a plane headed to Central American for the second time. I was recruited by God to serve on this mission team, I have made a commitment to follow and accept the plans God has for me.

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A Good Suffering

These past few weeks have been a crazy journey. From unexpected situations, midterms, fighting off zombies, a tornado and even fighting off some serious spiritual warfare, all I can say is wow. How I am still managing to stand, breathe, talk, basically be a human, is all to the mighty mysterious glory of God. I first want to give a huge thank you to everyone that has continued to support me on this Honduras adventure, all donations and consistent praying has been an extreme not only privilege to see but as well as a gigantic blessing. I also want to give a shout out to my amazing teammates and friends who have been another huge support in this crazy time of life, I love you all dearly and love being able to share a life with you all! A week ago I experienced something so amazing, terrifying, exciting and confusing. It has been a few weeks and I still have trouble completely understanding what happened. I had heard of spiritual warfare before, but never though something so terrifying would happen to me. After experiencing some serious out-of-body, depersonalization, heaviness, and death, my friend I was with that night said I was surrounded by Jesus in what she called a "Jesus Bubble", and at that point, my confusion and frustration reached an all time high. After what seemed to be the longest night of my life, I woke up the next morning exhausted. And when I say exhausted, I mean felt like I ran 3 marathons back to back, and if you know me...I don't run. Needless to say, it was an interesting day trying to piece all the puzzles back together and figure out basically what in the world happened. The rest of the week after everything happened was probably one of the hardest, most amazing, weeks I have been able to experience. I have always been a fairly out going person, at least I like to think I am, and so everyday that week I had met with someone for a one-on-one just to talk life and get to know each other on a deeper level. However, there was one meeting in particular where I was challenged to look at God's goodness in a different light. This is how I realized God's goodness can come from our struggles.

What does God's good really mean to you?

This may seem like a simple question to some people, obviously bringing out the basic definitions of good such as showing kindness, or something that is pleasing. Now don't get me wrong, these are amazing things but I am talking about a different "good". I'm talking about the hard "good" that nobody seems to want to talk about too often. In Psalm 73 we can see how these two ideas of "good" come in to play. In the beginning, Asaph compares good with being perfect, he believed that as long as he was righteous nothing bad would happen to him. As we get to the end of the Psalm however, we see a complete change in Asaph, he realizes that his suffering was what brought him closer to God. "But as for me, how good it is to be near God! I have made the Sovereign Lord my shelter, and I will tell everyone about the wonderful things you do." (Psalm 73:28) Whatever draws us in to a deeper fellowship and relationship with God is actually "good".  For myself this has come during some of the darkest moments in my life. It was in those places that I realized the suffering and pain I was enduring was not only helping me grow as a person, but growing my faith in learning to trust God and literally surrender my life. Because at those points, I couldn't do anything else except be still, and let God take over.


My prayers for a while now have been asking God to give me a word, just one word that He wants me to use for this year. The same word had come up in almost every prayer that was prayed over me, the word Warrior. This was extremely strange to me when I first was realizing that this was the word God had given to me. Warrior? God, do you see me right now? I am a wreck, a mess, there is no part of me that is a warrior or even close to that. Until I finally understood that through every painful event, every struggle, every bad though that entered my mind, I fought, and I fought hard. I am a Warrior, and not just any warrior, but a beautifully broken, hardheaded warrior for God.


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