I woke up Thursday morning expecting to have a normal day of ministry but ended up spontaneously buying a plane ticket to go to Surabaya that night.
3 days prior
When arriving in Jakarta, Indonesia, I had the privilege of meeting these beautiful ladies.
When mentioning I love to dance, they instantly invited me to a dance conference they would be attending June 1st and 2nd.
However, through a series of events, it didn’t seem possible for me to join.
1) In listening to the Holy Spirit and walking in obedience, we were leaving Jakarta to go to Bali.
2) Hannah had originally planned to join me but got injured and had to go to the doctors office everyday at the same time for several days, and we are not recommended to travel or do ministry alone.
3) The conference was in the ONLY town we were adviced not to go to because of recent church bombings.
4) I would have to buy a plane ticket, hotel room and conference entrance fee, and ain’t no body got money for that.
5) All this was happening 2 days before the conference started.
But in the midst of hopelessness and me personally giving up on the possibility of going, God had other plans.
Thursday morning
The day before the conference started
My friend texted me and said “Taylor this morning one of our team that supposed to be go to the event canceled 🙁 .. so there still one bed in our room and free food voucher for the 2 days, if its possible for you to go, pls let me know soon and just come okey :).”
God provided free food and lodging
I asked my leadership team if I could go, alone, to the one city they told us to stay away from…. and they said yes….
God gave me permission to go
All I had to do was get a plane ticket for that night.
As I tried booking a flight for 10:45PM my payment failed. And failed. And failed. And failed again.
I messaged the help center and they responded not in English.
Then it failed again.
A bit frustrated I looked at Hannah and said, “I know I’m suppose to be going to this conference. God has aligned everything for me to go. But He also knows I can’t physically get there if I can’t buy this flight. I don’t get why it’s not working…”
Then as I’m speaking I look down at my phone.
Without resubmitting anything… Flight status: paid.
Complete miracles
God had orchestrated everything to fall into place and destroyed every excuse I had built up against not going.
So I boarded my plane that night for Surabaya to go to a Christian dance conference in a town that just bombed churches, with girls I had met once for 5 minutes in a dark church.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Tambourines.
Twirling flags.
Throw streamers.
Fans.
Sticks.
As I walked into the conference, I was walking onto a battle field.
This conference was designed to teach those who love to dance, how to dance as worship to God.
How to dance prophetically.
How to use dance as a tool to fight in the spiritual realm.
How to intercede through dance.
AND IT WAS AWESOME!!
I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
I’ve never danced with a tambourine or flag in my life.
I flailed around with my tambourine and tassels, off beat and out of sync to worship my King.
Completely out of my comfort zone, I entered into child like faith and worship.
And it was found Holy and pleasing in God’s sight.
I learned how to merge scripture and dance to declare the Word of God through movements.
I got the opportunity to intercede for the nation of Indonesia while being a USA representative.
I got to take selfies with people that ended in thankful hugs and tears.
I got to spiritually adopt a young man who was currently living in an orphanage.
I got to share my testimony with a friend who in turn was able to share hers and walk out of shame and darkness and into freedom and the light.
I got to pour into, and be poured into by these incredible women of God.
Although we arrived as strangers, after 48 hours of dancing and worshipping together, we left as sisters.
We came.
We danced.
We laughed.
We cried.
We shared testimonies.
We interceded.
And we fought in the spiritual realm through the passion and gift of dance.
