This month in Phuket, Thailand has been a roller coaster ride. It has been by far the most challenging month, but the most rewarding. God is on the move, towards me and in and through me. He is on the move with the streets of Patong, Bangla Road, where we walk daily in prayer, covering the area and seeking the Lord before the night time ministry. I have come to realize the POWER in prayer, it’s not a joke, it’s not just
words. They are words that are sharper than any double-edged sword, they cut through the enemy. And I have realized this from month three: that I have the power and the authority to call it out, to pray against it, to ask for it, to plead, to beg, to cry out and SOMETHING does happen. Things are changed. I can feel the spiritual realm shift and listen. Satan would like for me and the rest of us to believe that nothing happens. I am stepping into a new world. It is strange and beautiful, uncomfortable and desired at the same time. After going to the bars
for the first few nights, I felt like God wanted me to stay back and intercede. Now I know why, he began birthing something in me that is His power. The prayer walks and nightly intercessions for the bars has led to me being broken and surrendered, telling God one night during prayer, when I couldn’t explain this thing inside me, this loud voice, prayers trying to get out, this rage, this fury, this fire, this heartache, OKAY Lord, I do not understand what you’re doing to me, I feel out of control, I feel a voice rising in me bursting forth to the surface, BUT OKAY, whatever you want to do, I’m willing Lord, I’m willing. I’m willing to sound crazy, to look crazy while I pray, to no longer be trying to hide myself. I feel the prayers and the declarations are like walking on water. Staying quiet, ha, I’m finding God sort of lovingly smiling at me, saying this is for you and for them, a gift to you and a life preserver for them.
This thing God is doing I can best describe it as being like a dam being rushed with water and the walls are about to burst wide open and there seems to be nothing that can be done about it; something is breaking forth. Praise God because I do truly want to embrace Him fully and I don’t really want to escape this THING He’s doing no matter how uncomfortable I feel at times. I feel compelled, like I must, I have to do this.
God wanted me to see this, to discover. I have walked the streets and have discovered the power in words, in declaration. I am broken for Patong, I’m torn up emotionally, but I am also on fire prayerfully. The afternoon prayer walks are surrounded by quiet as most of the bars are empty. Night-time is a whole different scene. I cried out one afternoon, these streets are yours lord, and I could feel his power. He is alive and working and the enemy may think he can win, but HE is on the move. I have cried out for these women and I have felt God’s heart cry. One day while walking I could feel him and knew what he was saying, this is serious, I love these women and I am after them and I’m using you and your team of women to do this, I could feel his desperation, his urgency, his pleading, his violent and wreckless love for them, to get them, to take them back out of the enemy’s hands. I could, I can, feel the war. This month God has opened my eyes to His love for me and for His people, slowly increasing intimacy in my life. I need Him, and I’m okay to tell Him that.
I could see Satan’s lies tripping the girls up: that they have no other way, no other way to make money, that it’s hopeless,
dreams are gone, that this is only for a little while, I could sense the trap, even if they don’t realize it. I was angry, I am angry. But, HE will not stop relenting. I can feel him saying through my prayers or through my actions to GO, NOW, DO IT, GET THEM BACK. I have prayed for them to come to know Him, for Him to slam them with His love, to have their eyes open to what they are doing and what’s being done to them, to see there’s so much more, there is real love, there is hope, there is a future for them, they can have it, it is possible! To WAKE UP, to look in the mirror and say NO, I’m WORTH MORE, what am I doing, to find HIM and for HIM to find them. One night when I went back to the bars for the 
first time since the beginning of the trip here, my team walked into this area with a ton of bars and as I walked, my eyes met a girl across the room, I heard God say, that one, go get her, I want her. So we walked and my team chose that area without me saying stop here. God was going to make it happen. We started talking to her and after finding out a little bit about her, I could hear God say NOW, DO IT. About that time, she said she needed to start dancing on the bar, and I said wait, and began to tell her how God led me to her and said her, tell her. So I told her He’s after her and that He loves and wants a relationship with her. I felt like begging, saying please, I could feel God’s heart, broken over her, she said how do you know this, this love for me, I said I just know, I can feel it. And she said I can feel it too. She couldn’t understand what was going on, His presence was tangible, I could feel Him and she could feel Him, she kept rubbing her arms, saying what is going on, I said it’s Him. Then I said can I pray with you and she said okay, so I did, and again, rubbing her arms she said, what is this feeling all over me, I said that’s Him, that’s His love for you, He’s here! She just stared and smiled and seemed a bit excited yet nervous. She said I have to go dance now. So we said goodbye. I have never felt this rush of His power come through me to GO AFTER ONE OF HIS DAUGHTERS. It was magnificent. And I pray that was a moment of seeds being planted in her, and I believe it was, and they will be watered.
It has been hard to see men, some so much older, inappropriately hanging on to 20 year olds in the bars, or walking down the
street together as a lot of women are purchased for a two week stay by a foreigner. I won’t lie. But, I have been led to pray for marriages to be restored, for men to return to their first loves or to just fall in love like never before with their wives, for God to slam them with His love and power, anointing and a holy brokenness to just fall on them. I passed by this one man at a bar during our afternoon prayer walk and I just wanted to pray for him, I prayed off to the side and as I was praying, I could sense this complete lack of love he had as a child has led him to search and search and now he’s in Patong, looking for it, I prayed that God would get him, that He would come in and heal those broken pieces and give him such a love, such a tender joyful encounter with our father that he would be forever changed. I hear many come to Patong because they hear about the FUN you can have, but often they find out, like Satan’s traps, that it’s not enough still and it’s a vicious cycle, which often ends in suicides. I have learned, as I sat surrounded by men in a bar one night who were touching and looking, how not to fall into the trap of personal anger and instead I went on the offense and prayed for them, cried out for them, asked for God’s love and mercy to come. The search, I know the search, trying to find something to make it better, 
but it’s Him. There’s so much more, He’s so much more than we can imagine. He is better than all the things that seem fun. I cry out for this revelation to come, for a hunger for something more to come across the streets of Patong. I cry out, I pray for eyes to be opened, for blindness to be lifted, for people to come to know the creator, their creator. I pray for His presence to fall on that place so thick, I pray for people to turn away, to fall to their knees and turn to Him, for love encounters who are searching, He’s real, He’s alive and He will stop at nothing.
I’m so grateful for month three and what God showed me, the revelation of His heart, his love, and the power in prayer. He’s moving, partner with Him in what He’s doing and you will forever be changed. He’s calling, He wants you. Are you listening…
We are off to Cambodia for month four. It’s exciting and a little nerve wracking as God keeps chipping away and moving into my heart. I love you all and miss you! I pray as you read, God talks. He loves you and calls you by name.
