Walking Street round two.
Last week I got to go back to Angeles City.
Back into bars and declare freedom over these girls.
Back into the battlefield.
Back into satans playground.
And satan was not going down without a fight.
First night of ministry he attacked. And he attacked HARD. Never in my life had I experienced spiritual warfare that heavily. During worship lie after lie after lie was being thrown at me from every which way. Old lies and some new ones. Ones that I could easily counteract and ones that stung and hit me where it hurt most. But not only was I being attacked mentally and emotionally, but physically too. I felt as if there was this hand pushing me to the ground. Pushing me down and down and down. Trying to demean me and put me on the ground “where I belong”. Exhaustion came in heavy and my knees started to buckle underneath me. My breathing became heavy and anxiety did not just creep in; it gripped my heart and would not let go.
I was fighting a battle and I thought I was gonna lose.
But the Lord was fighting for me all along.
Throughout the night the Lord kept sending person after person to come and pray over me. They prayed boldly and fiercely for me. They prayed knowing who they were praying to. And they prayed out of a place of love. I was fighting a fight but it was not alone. I not only had the Lord on my side, but those around me too. God and community were for me in that moment; and are forever.
I knew satan was attacking because something big was going to happen.
And something did happen.
The second night of ministry I went into a bar named Lynn. She had only been working there five days and needed money for her and her sister. We talked about lots of things. Why I was there, what kind of music she liked, what she studied in school, my travels, and if she wanted to go with Wipe Every Tear (WET) on the girls getaway they were offering. She was so excited about it and wanted to go. I gave her the information card and walked out hoping and praying that she would go.
The next morning she met some of my squadmates at McDonalds for lunch and signed up for the getaway.
And get this.
That last night I talked to her was her last night working in the bars. She decided to join WET after the getaway with her sister. She stayed home and decided that this life was not the one for her.
J u s t w a i t.
Its about to get so much better.
About a month and a half ago, when my parents came with me to do this ministry, we were all worshiping before going out and I so clearly got the name Evangeline. I shared the name with everyone but I nor anyone else had met one during our time there.
Later I found out that Lynn’s full name is Evangeline…….
O H M Y G O O D N E S S.
The Lord gave me her name a month and a half ago and I got to meet her last week. And now she doesn’t have to sell herself to make money to provide. Now she doesn’t have to be put on a stage with a number clipped to her shorts (more like underwear). Now she gets to walk in freedom and bring her sister along too. She is no longer captive.
She is free.
Something that still hasn’t fully hit me yet. The weight of her not being in bondage anymore. The weight of the fact that she is walking free now. The weight that the Lord loves me so stinking much that he allowed me to meet her and gave me the privilege to choose her off the stage to witness her be free. Just the way he chooses me. Wow. God is so good. Words cannot even capture how good is truly is. My mind cannot truly wrap itself around how faithful he is. My heart cannot even begin to fathom how much God loves me.
Thanks guys for celebrating freedom and life with me.
More stories to come.
-Kyla Cal
