Lesotho, it was everything I could desire and nothing that I imagined. It has taken me a little longer than usual to lay down this country. Immediately when we arrived I felt a heavy heart for the country and for the people. I cried often and wasn’t even sure why. I knew the tears were for the people and for the country but I still was not sure for what in particular. Lesotho is beautiful, in my opinion, the most beautiful country I have seen. There are mountains everywhere that make the largest mountains in the states look like hills! In Mount Moorosi, where my team stayed, the mountains covered every side. We would stand outside and from every angle we could see all of God’s glory in the mountains. There were also rivers flowing all through the mountains. There was a peace that would fill the air every time we walked outside. It was just beautiful. However, through the beauty, darkness still lurked. By month nine, we understand the importance of not being ignorant or naïve to the spiritual battle and climate that is constantly around us. After all, Ephesians 6:12 declares, “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” One morning Jenni, Jenn, and I began to prayer walk around the mountain. We stopped wherever we felt God calling us. We would stop and specifically pray or read scripture out loud. At one point Jenn and Jenni walked to one side of the road and I to the other. They were reading scripture and praying over the left side of the road. I felt drawn and called to pray over the right side of the road. I prayed and cried and cried and cried. I could not understand why I was crying so intensely. My heart was very heavy. Then I began to pray against idolatry and idols. I kept feeling very called to pray over the top of this mountain that I was looking at, but there was no possible why I could climb up there. So from the bottom of the mountain I prayed and called out to God. Jenn and Jenni waited for me as I prayed and then decided to take a picture, mainly of the top of the mountain so I could continue to pray and because I had felt so called to the top of the mountain. As I continued to walk I looked at the pictures I had taken. 
I noticed that there was this “thing” on the top of this mountain. It was literally right above where I had been praying. I couldn’t see what it was for sure but I knew whatever it was, I was supposed to be praying against it. I knew it was not a tree or a bush or an animal. It was something more, something beyond my understanding. We continued walking and praying. We stopped again several times and began praying over the river. For about 30 minutes we prayed before heading back to where we were staying. As we walked back, I no longer felt heavy burdened. I felt such peace. It was an amazing feeling, but one I didn’t quite understand. At that moment I looked up, and then I looked around. We were in the same spot we had been in before. I asked the girls to stop, so we all stopped. I was looking up and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Immediately I took out my camera and found the picture I had taken earlier. I had them confirm several times that yes this was the same place we had just prayed at, I knew it was, but my flesh wanted confirmation. Then I showed them the pictures and they were able to see for themselves. Quickly they both said, both said, “You have to take a picture!” And that’s what I did. Oh, what did I take a picture of? This. 
The “thing” which I believe was an idol or alter of some sort; God destroyed and took it down. God used our prayer walking and all of those tears I shed, as a way to tear down this idol that had been built on His land! How beautiful and amazing!
