Today we went and visited one of the communities that lives in poverty. It was so heartbreaking to see small children living this way. The babies all had chicken pox. The parents faces held looks of gratitude for our visit but you could see the underlining despair in their eyes. We visit for a morning and bless them with food and gifts but we get to leave. They are forced to stay there, day in and day out. The children were so happy. We handed out bags of food and prayed with many people. I prayed for a lady who had a young baby and she had been dealing with a lot of pain in her reproductive organs. We prayed for all pain to leave her and she immediately felt the Lord touch her. She felt “caliente” and the pain was gone. There were many who were freed from pain and demonic oppression. There was one lady who was being visited in the night and raped by demons. Kevin prayed over her and she received the freedom that she desperately needed. It’s amazing to be able to help a group of people in this way. What I can’t stop thinking about though, is that there are needs like this in America too. We have neighborhoods that no one goes into. We have groups of people we turn our heads away from and avoid. Jesus would never turn his back on those people. Neither should we. Don’t think that you can’t make a difference because you’ve never gone on a mission trip. Don’t wait to pray for people. Touch the people you can in your own neighborhoods.
You know, it's hard when you're growing and walking things out in this life. We look at the world and we point out what's wrong, or what needs changed but we don't realize that the change within us is the most important change needed of all. The Lord took me to a hallway today. The rooms were all white. In the first room I saw myself about 5 years old. I had crayons and paint and I was dancing to music, painting and coloring these beautiful pictures on the walls. I was praising the Lord and singing as loud as I could. In the second room I was a teenager. I was sitting at a desk. I had colored pencils lined up distinctly in a row, sorted by color. I was coloring on a piece of white paper making a neat picture of a hillside. On top of the hill sat a small white church with a view of the sunset. I had head phones on, jamming out the inside while my composure was quiet and still. In the third room I was in my 20's. I was seated at a dining table. I had a canvas and p...

















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