During our first night on Bangla Road, I was overcome with the strongest sense of spiritual warfare I had ever experienced… I literally couldn’t breathe as the heaviness of the oppression was so incredibly thick. As we walked by several of the women poll dancing off the streets, I couldn’t help but wonder what if these were one of my younger sisters… or one of my kids?! The mere thought of that literally started making me sick. But then again, these are my sisters… these are God’s daughters.
As we went back to our team’s meeting place I got this vision: There was this giant heart completely bound by shackles. The next day, I had the vision again, but this time the heart grew larger and larger until it exploded, causing the chains to finally fall off. This was quickly followed by Matthew 12:34- ‘Out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks’.
In that moment something ignited deep within me. My mind started racing with various things that God had taught me over the past couple of years: God had called me to fight for His people… Being so connected with His Spirit I’d know exactly what He’d do or say… Brokenness was what motivated us to act. I began to realize that through these past couple of years, God had been preparing me for ‘Heartbreak Warfare’… my voice is my weapon, my heart the ammuniton. And the more my heart breaks, the more I’ll fight back. This is a new type of war… and I desperately want to be a part of it.
This past week I’ve found myself praying that my heart would break like it never had before… a stark contrast to the fear I once had about it during the first couple of months in Central America. I want this brokenness so that I would be flooded with visions and through them I can boldly speak life into this darkness. I want to be so totally wrecked that I become relentless, stopping at nothing, even if that meant having to storm the gates of hell myself. I want to release the Kingdom, declaring freedom and allowing it to completely reign in this place. And more than anything else, I want to see Psalm 37:5 come to life…
To see justice for Bangla Road shine like the noonday sun.
