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Like a Wind

You know when the Lord is telling you to do something, and your stomach drops because you know it could make you look “weird”? You start to get a little sweaty and say to yourself, “No, that isn’t the Lord’s voice, that’s mine. He isn’t really telling me to do that”. Well, this is frequently the case for me…

Church service today was moving along as usual. We began Sunday school with singing (in Spanish), preaching from the pastor, and were then called up on stage to perform the two numbers we had rehearsed with the worship band. My voice cracked once and we were definitely off key many more times than that. But the church loved it… Every minute of it. Our good friend Milton preached and nailed it. I am not sure of everything He was saying but I could tell he was SOOO filled with the Holy Spirit, and words were pouring from his heart, not from his mind.

Because I was not expected to fully pay attention (due to the language barrier), I couldn’t help but to look around the room at the brothers and sisters surrounding me. There were people worshiping loudly, silently, and others quietly. But my attention seemed to be fixed on a man with a handsome face in a wheelchair. One of his legs appeared to be strong, but the other drug under his wheelchair while it rolled. I couldn’t move my gaze from his direction. I then heard the Lord tell me to pray that he would be healed and stand up and walk… Initiate nervous feeling in my stomach.

I have been down this road too many times before, so I decided to say yes. BUT, I was unsure of when I should I do it, and if it would even be appropriate. Putting my fleshly hesitations aside, I simply asked the Lord to give me an opportunity to pray for him. The service continued and we were nearing an end. I thought, “Ok, I’ll just awkwardly go up to him afterwards and pray for him. Guess there’s no opportunity”.

It wasn’t long after this thought that Mark, the worship leader, came down from the stage and asked if I would pray over the church. I thought, “Ok God, here’s the opportunity I asked for. I’m gonna take it. PLEASE give me boldness”. He handed me the mic. I walked on stage and looked at the congregation of believers, and they looked back at me with expecting eyes. I took a deep breath and asked my sisters to join me in the front (Of course, while saying it in Spanish, I totally called them my brothers). I then told the church I wanted to pray over them, and asked all the sick to join us in the front of the church. Five to seven people came forward, but the guy in the wheelchair didn’t. I looked him in the eye and motioned for him to join us. He smiled and rolled forward. We then all broke into prayer.I prayed for wholeness in the name of Jesus and I prayed that he would get up and walk. While I was praying over him, my sisters were praying over all the others. We began this cool rotation: When we would say all that the Lord had for that one person, we would move to next and someone else would take our spot. At one point I felt the Holy Spirit telling me to make declarations over the church, their families, and the entire community. I want you to know that God has crazy things planned for this place. He is going to pour down fire from heaven. His kingdom is coming to Conocoto.

While making this declaration, a lady waved at me from the middle of the church. After she got my attention, she pointed to a little boy as I moved through the crowd. When I got close to him, I could tell that he was slightly mentally disabled and could not walk. My heart instantly broke for him. I knelt down and found his name to be Orlando. As I prayed for healing, tears streamed down my face, and a smile light up his. God gave me a picture of what Jesus would do if He was there with Orlando… And then I realized that He was, and so I picked up Orlando, dirty and all, and held him tightly. Orlando nestled into my chest, and while I was praying he muttered a “si” every once in a while. He had no idea what I was saying, but he knew that I was talking to his God… And it was good.

After church, Mark approached me and told me the following:

“The Holy Spirit lives in you… He lives in you strongly. When you were praying, I heard the Lord whispering to me and the whole congregation. I saw the Holy Spirit come down, like a wind, and move through you and then to everyone else.”

As for that fear of being “weird” that I mentioned earlier, I say no to it. Lives were touched and changed today because of the Lord’s mighty hand and His children being obedient to His voice. Will you join me in listening? Your obedience can change lives. He’s calling…

In Him,

Catalina

P.S.- Here are a few photos as of late: