As Nicaragua was coming to a end we went on our last prayer walk. As we walked down the road there were several houses that we stopped at and prayed for. The last place we stopped at was on the side of the road with this lady named Miss. Cynthia. She didn’t have work and took care of several grandchildren. As we started talking to her she told us to come to her house which was a few houses down. We walked to her house and as soon as I walked up with her I knew that she was very sweet but she just seemed upset. She asked us for prayer with her shaking and her sadness. She said she shakes when she works and she just gets so drained. As we proceeded to talk to her something kept asking me to dance with her and I asked her if she liked to dance. Her face lit up. She automatically pulled out her phone and started playing funky town. Then she told us that she had enough of our music so she started playing hers and we danced for almost 30 minutes. With every song she played she had a story to tell us. She reminded me of my aunt Cynthia. Standing right there on her front porch she was just over whelmed that the gringos came to dance with her. Just to watchher from the street sweeping up stuff not really smiling to her dancing on the front porch of her house was the best feeling in the world. To see God fill her up with so much joy, happiness, love, and dancing was like she was 15 again.
This is what ministry is. Seeing a need obeying the word of God and saying what needs to be done. I gained a Nica abuela that day. I pray that she never forgets where she can find her joy and happiness and that she never forgets who she is in Christ. A queen and royalty.
