Wingapo friends! Guess what: I’m fully funded! -insert celebration dance here-
Disclaimer: In case you were not aware, I have very sassy dialog with God. Just know that coming into this.
I blogged recently about the lantern festival. We were able to go out and see it because the festival means that ministry looked a lot differently. Because the bars were so busy, it would be long term detrimental to the ministry to have gone out, so instead we spent the day prayer walking and praying, then went out to the festival and prayed. The day after was supposed to be the same schedule.
Additionally, coming into each country I pray for the Lord to show me which one person I should pour into for the month. This month, I was having a lot of anxiety about it. I had this prayer that I wish I could say I only prayed once: “Lord, help me find who you want me to focus on this month. Please cover them in white flowers, no purple flowers. White roses. No, purple roses. Nevermind, white cloth. Nevermind. Just surprise me and make it obvious.”
The morning after the Lantern festival, I was prayer walking the main bar strip. Tables were overturned, the floor was covered in unidentifiable liquids; the place was chaos. As I got the back corner, I felt a little tug to look over to my left. There standing in the chaos was a table, neatly set up, covered in a white table cloth with three vases of roses: white, purple, and purple and white.
As evening came and worship started our team leaders announced that our ministry had given us to go out if we felt called. The Lord called me. So as I am walking out the door, the Lord tells me it would be really fun if I brought my journal.
Everything about this walk was crazy. We turned into the bar strip, and every table from the door to the bar that I had seen earlier was set with roses: peach ones, pink ones, red ones, blue ones, green ones, yellow ones, and orange ones too. At the end was the table set up with white and purple roses.
We sat down at the table and nothing. The bars were pretty empty, the girls would not come near us, there was nothing. Confused, I asked the Lord.
“God, I came. I’m sitting at the table like you asked. What now?”
“You should draw some roses.”
“God, I don’t draw.”
“I know. Do it anyway.” And that’s how I ended up sitting in a bar, drawing roses.
After about twenty minutes of this, we decided to move to another bar. On the way out, one of the girls made a stop to pass along a message to another friend we had made. While waiting for her, I turned around to see a girl sitting at the bar wearing a white dress, covered in white roses. After letting the two girls I was with know what was happening, I asked if I could sit next to her. Up close, you could see light purple roses on her dress as well.
I sit down, and she promptly stands up and walks away. I struggled for a minute trying to talk to anyone else around me: nothing.
“Well that was great. What do you want me to do now, God?”
“Keep drawing.” So I ended up drawing in two bars. As I continued working, I realized that the roses I was drawing matched the roses on her dress. My holiest moment that I have experienced yet was sitting in a bar drawing roses.
After I finished, I gave her the drawing. She was very excited; the bar tender gave her tape to hang it up. There were lots of hugs exchanged.
The Lord has been really rocking my world this week. I appreciate all the prayers and support; I can feel them all the way around the world. My team and I would love it if you would join us in prayer for the wonderful friends that we are making here. Let me know how I can be praying for you!
