For our ministry every day we gather together at 10 am and have a quiet time before we go out. During this time our host had us draw some pictures that he called “prophetic doodling.” He said it was a spiritual exercise that past racers have done before. Basically we draw a picture and the Lord will show us that image in real life. We visit a slum and are on the look out for our picture while praying for the people there and just hanging out. Simple enough right? Except for the fact that for the last couple of months of the race I’ve been feeling so spiritually empty. I had this idea in my head that God has been ignoring me and I can’t hear from Him anymore. This activity was nerve-racking for me because I didn’t want to feel silly if none of my pictures came to fruition. I didn’t want to go through the process of having to be content with incorrectly hearing from the Lord. So I prayed, I said to the Lord that I can’t stand not being able to hear from Him. I was completely honest, it was annoying me. I just wanted to love others and let them know He notices them and cares about them.
So off we went to the slums and there I saw it, (not pictured) an image of a bowl and a dog. I doodled bowl and a dog and that’s what I saw. For some odd reason, I was not impressed by the fact that what I drew was actually in front of my face. We spent more time in the slums playing with children and praying for people. As we left our translator, Benita, stoped to talk to a woman who is a landlord for a classroom for children of the slums to. As she was speaking to the woman I saw a gold bracelet on her wrist, her arms were crossed so I couldn’t tell which hand it was on. “Man I wish it was on the left wrist, that would be so cool,” I though to myself. Then we started to walk away and she waved goodbye to us and right in front of me was that gold bracelet on the left wrist! I pulled the card out of my pocket and showed her it was her hand. The craziest part? I accidentally drew a crooked pinky but in the eyes of the Lord it was no accident, she happen to have a crooked pinky in the same exact place! Our other translator, Dilip, stuck with me and explained to her out spiritual activity. She was filled with so much joy and laughter and I asked Dilip to translate for me and tell me what she was saying. He said she is a believer and that she is blown away that God had me draw her and He would sent me to find her. I asked her if she needed prayer for anything and she had me pray over her family. As I was finished praying the Lord wasn’t finished speaking, He had me tell her she has a heart of gold and He always listens to her prayers. As we were leaving she looked at the doodle one more time and continued to laugh. The joy, laughter, and overall surprise she received that day from the Lord was so encouraging to see before my eyes.
Some days I have hills and I’m up high and other days I am low in the valleys. Being stuck in a spiritual low, especially on this mission trip, is so discouraging but to know the Lord is never silent with His children and gets my attention even when I deny it is Him speaking is so intentional. We serve an international God and I thank Him for never leading me astray.
Thank you for reading this story that is such a tender moment in my walk of faith. Please continue to pray for me. For the upcoming week our ministry will be looking like visiting dance bars and ministering to women in sex-trafficking. This ministry is something the Lord has put on my heart for years I am so honored that the Lord has gifted me with this opportunity! God bless!
