I’m sleeping on the floor in the loft of Ms. Deborah’s house. It’s the first place since Bolivia where I have been allowed to flush toilet paper down the toilet. I’ve worked with Alyssha to organize her storage room, and I’ve worked with Karen to create decorations for the police department party here on Roatan Island.
We had an ATL (Ask The Lord) day on the 11th, which led us to Coxen Hole, the “dangerous” part of the island. As we walked the streets handing out cookies, we met Junior. “I need salvation. Someday, I want to do what you are doing, walking the streets, sharing about God,” he told us. He showed us the fish and shrimp he sells on the street, and we prayed with him. My team prayed with a woman who owns a thrift store, specifically for her children, while I was upstairs talking with the children.
We saw a hospital. Should we go in? Of course! Next thing I know, we are in the pediatric ward, praying for the children and the mothers keeping watch next to them. One lady stopped us as we walked out, saying that her daughter’s fever was gone after we prayed. We then went in the women’s ward, and I sat talking with Isa, as the team prayed for the women in the back of the room. Isa had been there 5 days alone as she recovered from pneumonia. She told me about her 3 siblings and said that she would soon be back home with them. She smiled as I shared a cookie with her. When my team came over, we all prayed for her. The Lord also led my team to pray for people in the surgical ward, giving specific words for how to pray there.
We are seeing God at work here. And it makes me giggle to myself how this is not the home or the ministry that we were assigned to be in, but this is the ministry we are supposed to be in. God has directed our steps where we did not expect…
