End of month two is fast approaching, with
debrief on deck on Dec 3rd. We’ll fly out of Managua to LA on Dec 8th,
then after a few hrs, we’ll fly to Thailand and arrive on Dec 10th.
I guess most of you are desperate for more
awesome pictures and miraculous stories. For pictures, you’ll see most of them
on my video that I’m working on, maybe even with some videos. As for miracles,
well, I think since NOTHING is impossible with God, nothing that happens is
really a miracle. But I do have one that can be classified as one to share.
>In my last blog I noted that I had spoke
prophetically over my teammates of REV217. For one of the girls, I had the
words, “fire and passion” for her. (Later I found out Brad also had said she
was passionate.) Back at training camp, she was given the name “Pearl” as well.
She had a bit of trouble understanding why she was given such words from me.
The next day she just happened to toss her ipod on to her bed, and it shuffled
to an album titled “Pearls of Passion”-Coincidence?
A few nights later, squad leader Andi (who
is an amazingly beautiful woman of God-I’m so glad she’s with our teams here)
shared some prophetic words to all of us. And she had the word “fire” for the
same girl! Total confirmation. Several people had spoken the same word(s) to
her at diff times. Do you think God speaks? Only when you’re willing to listen.
>One night, REV217, team Jubilee and
squad leader Andi met up to pray for what we deducted was spiritual attacks.
Almost all of us had one time or another experienced headaches, extreme fatigue
(even after ample rest), several nightmare type dreams, and personal attacks
such as insecurity in oneself. God spoke. Some people were shaking, some were praying
in tongues, we laid hands on people, and blessed and spoke life into one another.
I prayed for one person, with my right hand on his shoulder and left hand in
the air, to be empowered by God. I felt my left forearm and hands start to
shake and feel numb and nowhere else on my body. Another girl we were praying
for, I had my hands on her feet. She shouted “no more, no more!” in regards to
the lies she had been told and told herself. While praying, I felt a rush of
something come out of her, and into my head. I began to feel dizzy, but I held
on tight. I prayed on, “you are a daughter of the God most high. You are
completely free. Whatever is not of Him needs to go back to hell in the name of
Jesus Christ” among others. After a little while, the dizziness was gone. The
next day, not one person had a bad night’s sleep, or a bad dream. God moved.
There is power in prayer. There is power in Christ.
I’d be the first to tell you that I’m not
some extreme charismatic Christian fanatic. We were not exorcising demons that
night. We were merely speaking life into ourselves, and telling the lies to get
out of us, and praying for protection in Jesus’ name. What happens when we do
that is not of us, but the Holy Spirit moving through us and in us.
I want to thank everyone for their continued
support. There is a ton of work we’re doing here, despite visible or tangible
results I can share with words. All that I or any of my teammates are doing
isn’t possible through your giving and praying. God Bless.
