It was our last day in Cape Town, South Africa. Oceanview to be exact. We awoke to the hot sun but yet cool breeze that would enter our room from time to time. The team I was with, we set some time aside for breakfast and personal time before we headed out for the day.
What was on the schedule? What was our plan for the day? I had no clue, I was awaiting for what the team leader had in mind.
She gets us all together and tells us that we are going to go do prayer walks around the neighborhood. Sounds great. It is probably one of my favorite things to do. Such power behind prayer.
We get going and the first place we go to is where we were at the other night.
Walk down the street and I look to my left, 3 guys sitting on the corner, drinking at 10am.
I look straight ahead and the street is has a few people walking around, not really doing anything. We decide to split of in 2-3’s. Once we do, the first person I see is the guy I met the other night, Gerald. He noticed me first, but just a quick hello and hand shake. I smile because I know a difference was made.
Continuing to walk down the road, praying, taking in the smells and sights.
I turn around and I see this lady walking.
She has depression and hopelessness written all over her. She isn’t the only one but quite a few of the people I saw walking around had this emotion very apparent on them. There also seemed to be this feeling of being stuck. That many people were stuck in their personal situation and had no way out. They accepted the situation they were in instead of trying to change it and be free.
Oh, that Hope was loud and effective that day.
We walked across the street to the apartment complex. There is a group of mixed company just hanging out under a tree. A few girls ask the guys to play soccer on the field and another girl is continuing conversation with the rest. Before we continued we got a chance to pray for the whole group.
We finished walking, praying and chatting throughout the neighborhood. Meeting many faces and leaving God’s presence alive and well in that community.
All I want to do is sound like Him and look like Him! There is nothing more. To bring an identity awareness to those lacking. That they are a son or daughter of the Most High King.
