Coming into Panama from Nicaragua, faithfulness was my word. The word I felt God calling me to grow in throughout December.
I began the month just trying to spend more quiet time with Jesus and then I added on reading through Isaiah with a few others. Isaiah is real y’all. I felt small changes. Me realizing that I was going to God more, and turning more over to Him.
And then I got the opportunity to see it in real life physical form. Yesterday I was playing Capture the Flag, got a little to into the game and jumped into a dry river, to avoid getting caught. I hurt my wrist (huge knot) and thought I broke my foot. Two of my teammates carried me out of the ditch and sat me on the side. The lady that was in charge of the school we were visiting came over and her and my team prayed over my foot and wrist. During the prayer I felt the pain in my foot going away, and when the prayer was over, the knot on my wrist was visibly smaller. One day later I was walking on the beach (that was tough) and I’m typing the blog with my hurt hand. While there is still some pains, I know without a doubt Jesus has done some amazing healing over my body the last day and a half.
I could still use prayer, but I’m loving the Faithfulness.
Much love yall
