6-11-08

7 am
Base, El Salvador

Last night was absolutely amazing… I don’t know how I’m going to put it into words. We went to the prayer tower, which is amazing. They’ve had a constant prayer and fasting chain for the nations up there for over ten years. We went up as a team to pray and lay down any burdens or distractions.
All I could think about was my family in Buena Park. I’m desperate for their salvation, but I have to leave that behind for now. Then I began to ask God for a sign, something, anything to let me know I belonged here, in the missions field.
A lady started screaming out, “the same spirit that raised Jesus from the dead is the same spirit that called you here and lives in you.” I broke down and began to cry. I felt humbled, more prepared, less scared… peaceful.
We went into another room for a service. Worship was amazing. My voice was gone and I couldn’t sing but that’s ok because I don’t understand Spanish worship songs anyways, but I did feel the power in that room. After the service, which was awesome, the pastor called up the different missions teams one at a time to be prayed over. It was beautiful. The prayer was so strong and powerful. He left the altars open…. I went there, broken, and cried out in tongues, at a loss of words like I am now.
I can’t describe last night. I wish I could, but god’s presence is truly indescribable.