Luke: "Lord, I pray for prophetic dreams tonight of who we are to minister to…"
That evening, I received a vision of a tiger. Not just any tiger, but like Tony the tiger. Kinda weird.
Anyways, the next day was are last mission day in Honduras and we were heading out to Los Pinos, a rough area filled with drugs, gangs, and violence. A place most of the boys we spent time with came from.
The plan was visit 8 homes and share biblical stories about women of strength, to encourage the women of the area whose husbands and boyfriends have left them, beat them, or died. (About 90% of all children grow up without a father figure.)
We walked into house one excited to share the stories we had prepped for the night before. The lady's name was Mina, grandmother to two of the boys that stayed on our property. As we opened the time up in prayer with her, something happened…she collapsed. What is going on here???
None of us knew what to do, except continue to pray. We were not sure whether she was alive or dead. In my spirit I felt the presence of something in her that did not belong. We placed her on her bed and asked her what she felt. Mina, with eyes glazed over, whispered that she feels a huge ball in her stomach and it feels like its going to explode. Not knowing what to do, we continued to pray and sing songs of worship, casting out of her any spirit that was not of God. After a few tense minutes, Mina looked up and cried out, "I am healed!" Wait what??
Mina began to explain that she had been delivered of various illnesses and that she saw the pain she had literally leave her and fly out of her home. The spiritual realm is hard to explain sometimes, but what was happening in that moment was spiritual warfare. To me, this woman had been delivered from a demonic spirit.
After Mina's house, we trekked some steep slopes and risky hills to get from house to house. On our way to our last home, we realized they were neighbors with with Mina. As we navigated some crazy steps, there it was: a Honduran version of Tony the Tiger on a cup laying on the floor between the homes. We missed seeing it as we went to see Mina, but the cup was there the whole time. It also was preparation for the last home.
As we walked in, we discovered Magaly, a 40-something year old mother of 3, bed ridden because she was in the late stages of cancer. She had tumors all over her body and explained that she had faith to be healed so as a team we started praying. As I was praying, I felt the Lord tell me that she was going to receive healing, not in this world, but an eternal healing. I later found out that God said the same thing to two other teammates. In that moment, I layed next to her in the bed. The only words on my heart were peace. Peace. Peace. Easy to say from my position, but all I can tell her was peace.
God sent 54 missionaries from the united states to enter her little shack and express how loved and not forgotten she is. God has a funny way sometimes of showing us His love.
It was an emotionally draining day, but one I will not forget. Probably the highlight day of my time in Honduras.
