I apologize for the lack of blogs this month. We have been in Ghana now for the past few weeks. The first half of our month we were in a town called TEMA. The following are some brief highlights of our time there:
Revival EVERY night: These people can worship, and it is awesome! The pastor over us went by MAMA, and boy did she empower us. Every night she told everyone to not look at our age because we were highly annointed and used by God. I preached my first sermon (to adults) last Sunday, and I was so pumped because God had been birthing a message in me for a few weeks!
Dancing in a fish market: Everytime Reverend Martha (Mama) and I were together there was bound to be some dancing taking place. On one occasion we were at a port in the fish market. We were praying for people, and talking about Jesus when all of a sudden I met two older women. Lately, if i don’t know what to say, then i start dancing–so naturally I did. Then mama came over and the four of us were dancing right in the middle of the market. After, one lady had so much fun she went to give me a “love-shove” in the chest and knocked me pretty far back haha (now i know to keep my knees bent at all times).
Angus: A woman opened her house and courtyard to us to hold the revival every night. This woman could not walk unless she used a type of crutches. Everynight i prayed for her, and by the end of 5 nights of revival I had been given 5 pieces of jewlery from her. The last night I was there she was so emotional, and that is when I realized that my heart connects deeply with people. I love her so much, and I am blessed to have met her.
Mamasura: This is the name of the blind girl I met at a school one day. She was six years old, and did not speak English. Some how our hearts spoke to each other. I can’t explain what took place in 30 minustes time, but through holding of hands, and her outlining my face with her hands, my heart was stolen. I tried to sit her beside me a couple times, but each time she climbed right back on to my lap. I know God has BIG plans and a purpose for her, and i proclaimed that over and over again as we sat there.
13ish is the new 8: Our means of transportation for the first half of the month was an 8 passenger van. The problem was that we had two teams together (10 of us), the driver, MAMA, and this other pastor who followed us everywhere. With no A/C and the African heat we were really rocked that van!
There is more I want to write about, but for now this will have to do! Thank you all so much for supporting me and praying for me.
