hot, yes, is it crowded, yes, is it dirty, yes, is it worth it, YES! The Holy
Spirit is moving at rapid speeds in this Country so hungry for more of the
Spirit. In a Country so full of devil worship, and Spiritism, they seek and
believe in more than the eye can see. Their faith is moving mountains and it
moved our faith.
my life.
married to her uncle. At nine months pregnant, her water broke. She did not go
to the doctor until the following day and was told it was to late. The baby had
died from lack of fluids. Something so preventable, all an accident. She was
naive and poor, and for fear of going to soon and wasting money, she waited to
long. They had to operate and remove the otherwise healthy stillborn baby.
Because her Hindu family wants to blame God, she chooses to take full
responsibility in her ‘neglect.’ This weight should not be her burden to bear.
She is married to a 28 year old man and 8 months pregnant. During a prayer
meeting at the church, we found out the baby had stopped moving. We prayed
fervently for her. While praying I felt like God say, “Go put your hands on
her belly, I want to give life and life abundantly.” At that moment I had
faith to raise the dead and I was determined to pray the bold prayer. Touching,
or seeing the woman wasn’t an option, but in faith, i still prayed for life.
Two days later, we found out the baby had been delivered alive and died the
following day. I receive this in faith, that because of our prayers, the baby
girl saw life. It stretched us and challenged us to pray deeper, courageously
and in belief. God is still sovereign and He still wanted that baby so He took
her. While we prayed over the woman, laying in her hospital bed, she knew
nothing. They did not tell her that her daughter had died because they feared
she would rip her stitches and have more problems. She believed that her
daughter was alive in an incubator. The father dug a shallow hole in the dirt
and buried his baby girl alone.
only once, one week after her 8 year old son died. He went outside in the night
to relieve himself and fell into a pond and drowned. I hugged her and her two
daughters. The mother didn’t seem to understand how to receive the hug at
first. After the service, she saught me out. She grabbed me and hugged me
tightly, not wanting to let go. Through a translator, I told her I loved her
over and over again. She told me she wanted to go with me. This woman looked no
older than me. She was a woman of high courage and strength and in a village
full of Hindus that persecuted her faith, she remained strong in the Lord. Her
church was burned down one year before and now everyone asked why God would not
save her son. The peace that poured out of her is unimaginable. Leaving her was
the hardest thing.
gorgeous Hindu woman, nine months pregnant walked into church on our last
Sunday and asked us to pray over her. I ran to her and without hesitation
placed my hands on her belly and prayed. I prayed for life and life abundantly.
