This month has been so different than all the other months we have had so far. Mostly because we cannot openly talk about what we are doing because this country does not allow religion and the building we are at is not licensed yet. All we can really do is pray and trust Poppa to move. It is hard because we do not do work where we can see results…most of the time. We are doing the work that no one notices, but everyone benefits from in the future. Every day we go to a different area to pray for the people and things we see. We have been doing a lot of walks in a huge tourist district where lots of human trafficking occurs. We have been praying for the women enslaved or selling their bodies to pay for their children to eat and also for the men who are buying them. They all need fulfillment of desires and I keep praying for them to find dissatisfaction in what they are doing and turn to Poppa.
Yes that is the ocean you see, free day to the beach/Jesus statue
As I walk I just imagine my footsteps leaving a holy mark, that people who walk in them will encounter the Holy Spirit in their lives…for them to begin to be convicted of their current lifestyle, be free from distractions, and hear Poppa’s voice speaking to them telling them how much they are loved. I also imagine His presence in the ground moving throughout the city. He is here, but the devil has such a stronghold on this country. As we pray I imagine the earth shaking. We are tilling the soil so that things will be able to grow. No one notices the work that goes into prepping the soil, people only notice the fruit. Well, we are the ones doing the hard work that goes unnoticed so that one day things can begin to flourish for the kingdom!!!!
To say the least I am really beginning to see how powerful prayer is! He listens, He answers, He works, He can do what He says He can do! It all comes down to our trust and faith…and both are increasing in my life.
Picture of a piece of the skyline from our balcony. This city is HUGE!
…Miracle of the Week…
If you read my last blog you know that I am riding a busted bike. I am driving a lemon fo sho and if Mr. Lemon were here he would take me off the road. My brakes don’t work and my handle bars broke AGAIN so I had a guy tighten them so I wasn’t banging my knee/fixing them while moving. So the day after I got them fixed I was riding on a bumpy/rocky part of the road near our apartment and I heard a big clank and right after I was no longer able to peddle…go figure…My teammate and I just laughed and tried to fix it, but we are no bike mechanics. We were about to brainstorm ideas of how to get to our next scheduled thing and before we were able a guy stopped on his motorbike and asked if he could help! Wow!!! Lots of bikes passed us, but the one who stopped wasn’t even an international. It was a Vietnamese man who spoke English, since he is from this country he came out of the womb riding a bike, and he was a civil engineer! He was an angel sent right to me that day, he even had an awesome helmet with a smiley face and had some saying about smiling on it…The helmet was the sign to me that this was a divine appointment from my King! The guy told me my bike was dangerous, that it needed oil, and to go slow. We said goodbye and I said maybe we will see you around and he said ‘absolutely not’ (rude, right?), and then his bike floated up into the clouds like Grease Lightening…ok the Grease part I made up, but he was an angel sent to me who I will absolutely never see again…
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Then on the ride to our destination a family of 4 or 5 rode up alongside of us on a motorbike (yes all on one) and the kids kept saying HELLO! HELLO! HELLO! So we kept responding with hellos thinking they would continue to keep driving. Well Vietnamese people love to stare (LOVE IT) and the father decided to allow their kids to observe how white people ride bikes, like we are zoo animals, and rode next to us for a nice long block length. Awkward! Luckily we turned before it started getting really weird and all we could say was ‘WELCOME TO VIETNAM!’
My prayer request at the moment is for my financial deadline in April. I am still in need of 200 buckaroos so if you would join me in prayer for the amount that is still needed that would be great. If you or someone you know would like to help a sista out by donating so I can continue bringing the good news to the remaining 5 countries that would be super wonderful as well. You all have been so magnificent to me thus far!
