There we were, Angeles City in the Philippines, me and my dad…along with other parents and racers, and I couldnt wait.
My spirit gets excited even as I remember back a few weeks.
That evening we would get to walk, Walking Street…and not just that but go inside the bars to love and bring Kingdom.
I wouldn’t have ever thought Id get to do this thing with my dad and I wasnt even sure if id do this type of ministry on the race…but it was happening!
Its been a few weeks since those two evening outreaches, I took the time because I wanted to process and find the words to help share the experience with you but I don’t think its done any good. I still cannot put to words what I feel …to adequately express those moments.
My heart just melts on these streets. It doesnt matter what city or what country …it just melts. All I can hear and see is worthiness.
Im not sure if I can explain why my response is what it is but I know its there.
When I see and meet these girls everything in me wants for their spirit to know truth…not just about Jesus but about themselves..who they are. I looked at my Philippino sisters and saw Papas daughters.
I love what we would call the ‘dark places’ because Jesus dominates in those places…He hangs out there! The second night we were going out He gave me a vision of what it looks like when He walks into those bars, I saw Him engage with the girls…I saw Him take notice of each one and just be with the one in front of Him at the same time. I saw truth pour over them as they just got to enjoy His presence. Wounds were healed in one sitting. Hope captured their faces once again.
The commission rang in my ears: “Go get my daughters and bring them home”
Then there I sat, looking at the stage…not trying to figure out which daughter He wanted me to call down and talk to but surrendering that I couldnt just call them all over. How can you look at these girls and not want for them…not dream for them…I couldnt get the picture of Kingdom truth pouring over them out of my mind. What if there was a way to have a Spirit led worthiness, truth, identity, and power seminar right there?! There is no part of me that wants these girls to be beaten with a Bible or to be preached at but every part of me wants them free…not just walking out of a bar free but free from the lies, free from old and new wounds…free to live in the fullness.
Faces, names and stories are now etched into my memory….and I know what Papa God calls each of them….I physically feel a portion of His heart for them. Its not this sad, heavy weight… its powerful, forceful…intentional. His heart is beautiful.
Its just time y’all…He’s brining His daughters home…and raising them up into high places. Places of authority and leadership…places of change …He is raising an army!
