One night we gathered the boys together and had a worship
night. We taught them what worship was,
and how to enter into a time of worship.
We sang some songs in English, but eventually we let them take over and
sing in their native tongue. The Spirit
was here. We prayed and prophesied over
the boys and spoke life. We danced and
sang and just praised our God. There is
nothing better than some African worship.
I don’t know how but they seem to be genetically created to be able to
carry a tune and have rhythm. I must say
I am a little jealous but so blessed to be able to be here and experience it
with them. Victories occurred and
breakthroughs happened that night. Our
God is a God of forgiveness, love, compassion, and grace. It was so good to see Him at work in such
mighty ways.
