From the moment that I crossed the border into Botswana, I could feel a spirit of heaviness. As we were driving to the bus station, I knew that this month would be a month filled with prayer.
One area of struggle this month had been dealing with the attention from local men. I hated the way they would look and talk to me, I hated the way it made me feel. For some reason, it never occurred to me that I could pray about this. So I took it in and I shut down. I wanted nothing to do with the men in this country. As you can imagine, this attitude makes it difficult to share Christ with people.
One area of struggle this month had been dealing with the attention from local men. I hated the way they would look and talk to me, I hated the way it made me feel. For some reason, it never occurred to me that I could pray about this. So I took it in and I shut down. I wanted nothing to do with the men in this country. As you can imagine, this attitude makes it difficult to share Christ with people.
Yesterday, when my team went to the market to witness to people, I stayed home to “have it out with the Lord.”
I wrote out 30 points justifiing why I was angry and frustrated.
But God is bigger than my anger, and he is a sweet and gentle God. He showed me that I had let down my guard. I had tried to protect myself instead of letting Him protect me. I had stopped fighting and praying.
So in front of my teammates, I repented and I began praying for the land of Botswana. I went to bed knowing that God was going to work.
I wrote out 30 points justifiing why I was angry and frustrated.
But God is bigger than my anger, and he is a sweet and gentle God. He showed me that I had let down my guard. I had tried to protect myself instead of letting Him protect me. I had stopped fighting and praying.
So in front of my teammates, I repented and I began praying for the land of Botswana. I went to bed knowing that God was going to work.
This morning, we went to a prison to preach and pray for the men.
After Gina preached, we stood in groups of two to pray for individual men who would come up and ask for prayer. Four men accepted the Lord after Gina’s preaching, so we prayed with them. Then, some men facing trial came up and asked for prayer. I thought we were winding down, so I pulled over to the side to gather my belongings when another man came up to me. He didn’t speak english, so he brought his friend to translate for me.
After Gina preached, we stood in groups of two to pray for individual men who would come up and ask for prayer. Four men accepted the Lord after Gina’s preaching, so we prayed with them. Then, some men facing trial came up and asked for prayer. I thought we were winding down, so I pulled over to the side to gather my belongings when another man came up to me. He didn’t speak english, so he brought his friend to translate for me.
“What do you need prayer for.” I though he would say something like “I have a trial comming up.” The answer got is “because I am a rapist.”
My heart asked, “Lord what are you doing to me here?”
For the Rest of this Story Read “Freedom in Prison.”
