I’ve been quiet lately, mostly because I’ve been soaking up snuggles, hugs and kisses from my kids. There’s a part of me though, that feels this inner sadness and emptiness so intensely that it’s almost paralyzed me. From the few days before I left for that trip to Honduras I was attacked with sickness. I lost my voice (which still isn’t back yet) and I’ve been feeling so drained mentally, physically and emotionally. Many of you have been asking about the trip wanting details or more pictures. So here is my little summary as best as I can explain it. I went on this amazing trip to Honduras. A country where the Lord is celebrated and the people are so open and receptive to prayer.
I was introduced to a place where the Lord is not only loved and celebrated but respected with a healthy fear and awe. Churches worshiped in a way that I’ve never seen before. Miracles, signs and wonders were a common every day occurrence there. Daniel prayed for a woman who couldn’t see in one of her eyes, with prayer her sight was restored. There was a man with diabetes who had a nail through the side of his foot. For over a year and a half he was in pain and the wound wouldn’t heal. With prayer from Keith he was able to put weight on that foot and stomp it without pain for the first time in in ages. Demons were cast out left and right. We prayed for a group to receive the Baptism of the Holy Spirit to receive their prayer language and Summer prayed with a man who never spoke English before in his life and he was gifted with the ability to have full conversations with us in English. At the airport on the way home Angelo and Mark prayed for everyone who was boarding the plane with a wheelchair and all were set free from pain. Many even got up to walk and were surprised with their ability to move pain free. Every night in those church services the Holy Spirit was celebrated and able to move through the people with ease. Every person I prayed for was freed of pain. Many were healed emotionally. I can’t tell you the number of women I held in my arms and we just cried together. For the first time in my life, I experienced the power of the Lord and prayer through the Holy Spirit as people I held hands with or laid lands on fell out in the spirit straight to the ground like I’ve never experienced before.
We spent a morning walking through a hospital going room to room praying with everyone there. Many were set free from pain, mobility was restored, ears and eyes were opened. Could you imagine 22 people pulling up in vans and trying to pray for everyone in a hospital here? Would that even be welcomed? No, I highly doubt it.
We took food to a group of people who are living in shacks on government land. They ravage the garbage dump as the trucks unload trash and they bring home anything they can sell or build their homes out of. The children there looked so content just being kids. The adults were thankful for our help and eagerly accepted prayer. Many were healed of pain and asthma.
Many times we went out for street ministry. Wandering the streets and speaking to strangers with ease. Everyone was eager to talk with you and to receive prayer. Many were healed of back and knee issues. Many were set free from bondage. It was amazing to be able to walk down a street with your head held high saying hello to everyone you come across and having everyone being so receptive to you and to your reason for being there.
What I’ll remember most from this trip though, is the feeling of togetherness and family that immediately became evident within our group. We broke into teams to minister to multiple churches each night and no matter who you were with, you felt at home. Every night for dinner it felt like you were sitting with your favorite people. Our worship during the week was amazing. I’ve never felt the presence of the Lord so thick in a space. 6am prayer every day was something that opened my eyes to the need of alone time with the lord. The need for time spent in his presence is something that I’ve been craving every day since we’ve been back. The visions, words, the feeling of acceptance and love all gifted from the Lord are an experience that I’ll take with me for the rest of my life.
Then I boarded the plane home. I got off the plane in Baltimore and it was cold. I hate the cold. More than the cold weather though, were the cold hearts. As you walked past people in the airport they are all looking down at their phones or people avoid eye contact. The folks on the shuttle barely spoke to each other. I thanked the driver and rushed my bag to my car to turn on the heat. Then I realized and it hit me with a ton of bricks that I was back. Back to this American lifestyle where things like phones and Facebook and tv shows are more important than togetherness and family. Back to a place where you try to talk to strangers and they look at you like you’ve lost your marbles. Back to a place where the Lord is mocked by the public, where churches are a dime a dozen and where the Holy Spirit is stuck back in a box because it doesn’t suit the religious ceremonies we have every Sunday. And I cried. It’s been a few days now and I still feel the tug at my heart to walk the streets and lay hands on people and help them. I feel this tug in my heart to share the gospel wether it’s received or not. I can’t go from seeing and experiencing what I have there to shoving the spirit back in it’s box here. I can’t do it. My heart is breaking for this country and the blindness of everyone who has turned their back on the Lord. My heart aches with the way the Lord wants to reach everyone and help everyone. The Lord is desperately trying to get our attention with earthquakes, plagues, deaths, volcanic eruptions, swarms of locusts and more. Yet here we are, turning a blind eye to it all. Mindlessly scrolling through social media looking for the next piece of gossip. Here is all the gossip you need. The Lord loves you. He wants a place in your heart. He wants to change your life from the inside out. But he’s not going to force His way into your life. Invite Him and see what can happen. He’s trying so hard to reach you. All of you.
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