I have so much to tell you!
Since my last blog I moved on to the country of Malaysia(month5), and had an amazing month
Everything is so much more different in Malaysia then Thailand. EVERYTHING. Like take the men for instance. I felt completely safe in thailand like when it came to being a woman. I felt it was okay to make choices out loud or speak about my religion to strangers. But here in Malaysia, you can go to prison for evangilizing. Scary huh!?
Well if that doesn't bother you yet …the women here can't speak up, have to be fully covered, have pretty much no choices or say. This frustrated me to here and see. The men here think they own women. They holler and hoot at you and say things thinking they can have what they want. Funny. Everything inside of me wanted to turn around and tell them You kiss yo mama with that nasty mouth!… and other words that my momma would probably spank me for repeating. But in this closed country I just bit my toungue and prayed even harder than I already was… God please hold thier tounge, or help me to hold mine….Well I have bite marks to prove how God answers prayers. hahaha.
We lived in Changlun, Malaysia. A small city right on the edge of thailand and malaysia. If you ask someone who lives in Malaysia they will have absoulutely no Idea where Changlun is. It's a small city full of different cultures. Theres the Indonisians, Nigerians, Chinese and the Malay's. All are extremely interested in Americans. (yes, suprisingly thatdoesnt happen everywhere we go.)
So this month we lived in a big empty house, right next to the preschool we were working at. Our contacts were some of the most annointed people I've ever met. God gave them a calling to leave all they had, comfortable living, to go to one of the most dangerous places in Malaysia with thier three young children and start a preschool. Well they have been blessed tremendously for being so obedient and they continue to bless others by showing Gods love.
When I first got there I was excited to here the call of prayer and to see the cultures and how they work.. but the more I've seen how satan has disguised himself as Allah or Shanti or Buddah and all these Idol things(he comes in many different forms), the religions and cultures made my stomach hurt. On top of the fact I had worms from the street food, but thats besides the point. The call of prayer was no longer a pretty prayer, but an ugly cry for help from people in chains.
When pastor told me about a lot of the witchcraft in the area, it explained the attack from the enemy. Illnesses in our teams and squad, nightmares, miscommunication amongst teams. So we got back at him by bathing the house, nieghborhood, city and country in oodles of prayer. We literally turned the house in to a house of worship and prayer.
God has been so present… I've felt him so tremendously this month. I know his presence is always with us. But I could literally hear him speak to me and feel him love on me. The times this month where I felt couldn't go on, I cried out to him and fell into his strength, presence, peace and rested in him. And he did big things. He broke chains in my life , I believe he was even breakng chains at home for me, aswell as here in Malaysia.
We saw so much peace and movement in the place we were staying cause of our prayers. So if your reading this DON'T EVER UNDER ESTIMATE THE POWER OF PRAYER!!!
One Last thing. It's a prayer request.
So a week before we left we were informed of a tragedy in the courts of Malaysia. A 13 year old girl was stalked, kidnapped and raped by a 40 yr. old man. He was later arrested and upon his court hearing told the judge that if he took full responsibility for the girl and married her.. Maybe, he could get out of serving time? When the court came back to session they granted his request. So on top of being stalked, kidnapped and raped by this man, she is now being ripped from her parents gaurdianship and forced to marry the man who is the face of her torcher. When I heard this I couldn't bare it. Rage filled me to the upmost. I wanted to scream! All I could do is sob, and cried out to God that night, He gave me a reaccuring dream of a girl chained to a concrete floor and she was crying… I wasn't sure if that was her or if it was a metaphor for Malaysia, but before we left I had another dream of her and she broke free!
I continue crying out to God for this little Girl, her family and for any other girl whose had to endure the outcome of thier rapist running free or horrible calls of the court… I cry out for the government, for the court system, but most of all… I cry our for Malaysia. Will you cry out in prayer with me!?
I hope that my stories will inspire you to continue to pray and to claim freedoms and broken Chains in your life. And to join me in praying for Malaysia. Pray for broken chains in this place and pray that God is the only one praised in these cities. AMEN!
I love you all so much!
~In His mighty hands~
Tatiana Ysatis Famania
