
Our Mozambique location is beautiful. We’re right on the beach. This month we’ve been working with a retired couple whose ministry is a gathering place for the local missionaries to visit and recharge. They have a prayer room and are currently building a house so missionaries can come stay and vacation. So this month we’ve been sanding and scraping wood every day. It’s been challanging at times, but God has used this month to show us so much. One thing I’ve been reminded of this month is that God often shows up in the little things, in the quite ways that are easy to miss if you’re too busy to stop and listen. I feel like I’ve experienced God more this month and have grown more than any other month on the race so far.
We recently met some missionaries from Iris (Heidi Bakers headquarters in Mozambique), and have been able to spend some time with them and they have been such a blessing to us. The Holy Spirit radiates off of them and they glow with a perma-grin from the joy of the Lord. All I could think as we spent time with them was “I want what they have. I want to be high on the Holy Spirit.” We sang some worship songs with a couple of them on the beach one night and they just poured into us. They could tell that we’re exhausted despite our attempts to hide it. They prayed over us and prophesied over us and shared love for us. We know that God had it all planned out for us to meet them and be able to spend time with each other. Just being around them filled me up and the Holy Spirit has done even more in me than before.
A few months ago I wanted to see miracles and healings. But I really wanted to see those things to prove to myself that God was there. To prove to me that He was really listening. But those things dont matter to me anymore. I just want to see people get saved. I want justice for others, I want brokenhearts to be healed, I want people living in bondage to be set free, I want eyes opened to the beauty and love of Jesus Christ.
I have loved our time in Africa so far, I wasn’t expecting Africa to change my heart. I’ve heard the phrase “Africa doesn’t need me as much as I need Africa.” And it’s so true! I love Mozambique and Africa is blazing with the Holy Spirit.
