(Read part 1)
So on we went, with nothing but a word from the Lord to cling to.
Me and Ryan started towards a town called San Bartolomeo, a small town just outside of Antigua, about 20 minutes walking.
We paced around the city, speaking to a few people but really trying to discern what God had for us.
At the end of town, we were met by a woman outside her house. She had a noticeable lump on her neck.
I began to explain to her our story; that we were missionaries sent on a mission from Antigua to our home in Lake Atitlan with no money, no water, no food, nor means of transportation. The only thing we had was the clothes on our back and a word from the Lord. We asked her if there was anything we could do to bless her.
She began to explain that she has had a growth in her throat the size of a tennis ball for more than 5 years and has been struggling to raise enough money to have the surgery necessary.
In that moment, Ryan and I laid hands on her and began to pray. As we did, this swollen mass, that had made swallowing so difficult for YEARS, softened and opened for the first time in a long time. The look on her face was priceless. She had received healing. The lump decreased under our very hands.
We found out she was a single mother of 9, who left her husband because he was physically abusive to her and the children. We were able to encourage her and continue on our way. She pointed us to the direction we should go and we departed.
Ryan and I walked behind the market, preparing our minds for the walk to the highway, about 100 miles away.
Suddenly, Ryan got the sense we were supposed to enter an alley with merchants selling artisan crafts. We shared our situation with a few merchants, never asking for anything but rather how we could bless them. As we spoke there was a booth that caught my eye. There was this girl, Sandra, standing in front of her family’s spot who had been staring at us the whole time we were around. I asked Sandra where she was from, she responded with “Lake Atitlan”, our destination.
We began to share our situation with the family, asking them how could we love and bless them. The family huddled together for about one minute when Sandra looked over and said, “We will take you to Santiago in Lake Atitlan”, the town across the lake from where we lived in San Marcos!
Ryan and I sat there stunned!
We had not asked for anything, we only had hearts to love and bless. Yet the Lord moved the hearts of this family to take us on a 2.5 hour van ride!
Ryan and I sat in the back of the van trying to wrap our minds around the goodness and the provision of the Lord when Sandra brought us each chicken wings and a bottle of water.
Every doubt I had about the Lord being my provider was being squashed by the minute.
So here we are, sitting the back row of a van full of indigenous, Mayan-cultured Guatemalans, roaring at high speeds through the mountainous terrain in the dusk of the day.
Would they take us to the Lake? Would they drop us off in the middle of nowhere? Where would we sleep for the night?
Sitting quietly in the back of the van I had these questions rushing through my mind.
However there was a peace, for the Lord had shown his miraculous hand through healing and provision.
What came next was confirmation that He is a sovereign God…
