Pink Gown!

So… I shared this story at our group debrief session, and they all said I HAD to blog about it. J 

Warning: Too much information might be written, but in my opinion the story is no good without it!   Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Every night since we arrived at Cicrin Orphanage, we have lots of lovely little critters running/flying about in our bedrooms. I love the lizard/geckos, have no problem swatting away gnats, I can live with wearing bug spray 24/7 to keep mosquitoes away, I faithfully apply after bite lotion to the bites that still arrive, I kill the roaches in the bathroom for the other girls, and can fairly easily ignore the rest of the bugs everywhere. 

Maybe it’s the fact that I had an all out battle with one in my apartment last year, so I’ve built up a loathing. Maybe it’s the fact that they are big enough to really do some damage while I sleep. Maybe it’s because their poop is left in places that I’d rather not know they crawled through. Whatever the reason, they’ve seriously kept me awake at night, or woke me up in a nervous panic because I can hear them smirking about, and I don’t know where they are our how close they are to being in my bed.

Seriously, I promise you that they hold shin-digs in our ceiling panels at night. They are noisy, in abundance, and by the size of their poop, they are decent sized mice.  

So, know that you have some background information…..

Monday night we had an AMAZING time of worship. Jesus came and met me in the most tender, sweet way ever! He reaffirmed who I am and gave me more purpose for the rest of this month. I could probably write a blog about it…. but that’s not the story I have for you today. This story is about mice, remember?

So, God’s been freeing us from so many types of bondage and given us so much time to praise Him that Satan’s had not too many places to attack us during the day. I KNOW that makes him mad, and nervous. So, he’s been going for our dreams.   I guess that’s kind of a good sign that we are walking in faithful power of the Lord, since that’s all Satan’s got room to go for. But, God’s the God of our dreams, too!  Christ has all authority to keep our dreams holy and pure and give prophetic meaning… or just to let us sleep like rocks as He sings over us (Read Zephaniah 3, it’s one of my fav’s). So, we’re nipping that in the butt now. 

Anyhow, I prayed with a teammate over her sleep, and when I hopped into bed, I realized I should probably pray about this mouse anxiety, as well. (I know…you were wondering how that tied together).   I never really saw it as a spiritual issue… just a …well… girly issue I guess. But, Satan can torment us in many ways. So, I said NO MAS to that!!!

 So, remember, Jesus met me in ‘the most real way ever’ that night (BOY I sound like a valley girl lately). So, I found it easy to see my sweet Jesus sitting next to me, covering me with His peace. I sat in bed like a little girl, and asked the sweet king of my dreams to comfort me and help me continue in the joy He’s given me during the day as I slept. Then, it hit me: Get ready for the revelation of your life!!!

Here’s my divine epiphany I giggled to Jesus that night:

Jesus laughed at me, and still somehow I was reassured through the night that my little friends were hard at work, and would not come and bother me. And I slept amazingly! God didn’t give me this imagination for nothing! 

The end. J