Honduras
Wow…today was our last full day of ministry in Honduras. It went so fast. I’m exhausted though. Today was absolutely amazing. I think we did about five programs today, or four, I’m, not really sure, but it was awesome.
During one program, there was a little girl, about three years old, who would hardly react to anything that anyone said or did. By the end of the program I was holding her and she fell asleep on my shoulder. I told her over and over again that Jesus loves her and is with her and that I love her. I finally got her to smile. Then my heart was ripped out as an older woman took her from my arms and dragged the girl away. The girl began to fight the lady and cry until the woman put her over her shoulder and stomped off. I felt so torn.
Throughout the day, three of our team members got severely ill. Kristen, then Emmitt, then Dalton. They were throwing up and couldn’t even swallow water. Kristen felt better by the end of the day, but still extremely weak. They ended up taking all of them to the hospital about ten minutes ago for shots. At one point we were all praying one the bus around noon and sang a song that says:
“The enemy has been defeated. Death couldn’t hold you down,
We’re gonna lift our voice in victory, gonna make our praises loud.
Shout out to god with a voice of triumph,
Shout out to god with a voice of praise,
Shout out to God with a voice of triumph,
We lift your name up, we lift your name up.”
When Dalton first got sick, we were at our last program. A lot of us began to pray for healing and protection for our team. At one point Lacey and I were both on our knees with our backs to each other and God gave me a strange vision or glimpse of the spiritual realm or something… I don’t even know exactly what to call it, but there was a demon between us with our backs turned to it. It looked like a demented toddler with sick eyes and horns and discolored skin and a strange, evil glare as he glared at us, almost laughing as we prayed. At the same time there was an angel in front of both her and me, kneeling in front of us, face to face.
Part of me wanted to look back to see if it was true, but I knew I couldn’t, I couldn’t let it see me and I couldn’t look it in the eyes. Part of me wanted to look up and grab onto the angel in front of me, but I knew I couldn’t, so I kept my eyes shut as I cried and prayed, scared, not knowing what would happen. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there.
I cried out and said, “Get behind me Satan” and I felt the angels fly over Lacey and I and cover up the demon with their enormous wings. It got really quit, and I couldn’t hear a thing. The angels slowly came back in front of us and all that was left of the demon was a pile of ashes. The angels disappeared as I opened my eyes. I felt so relieved. I began to think of the song Estrella. It says:
“The angels’ wings will cover you tonight
Hallelujah
So rest your head against the breast of Christ
Hallelujah”
After that we began to do a night service. The altar call at the end was absolutely breathtaking. I was praying for a lady and she began swaying back and forth and I thought she was going to fall. She started to walk backwards, somewhat slain in the spirit, and running into stuff so I led her to a chair that she fell into with her hands raised.
I knelt as I held her hand and prayed. Her whole body was shaking and she began to squeeze my hand harder and harder. She finally stopped and started to smile. I broke away from her just in time to see a girl bending over fighting off the hands laid upon her.
I stopped for a second and prayed for her freedom and she began to puke. She fell to the floor and was unconscious. I stayed near by and continued to pray for her. When she finally sat back up I put my hand on the back of her neck. She started to thrust her head and shoulders so I rebuked the returning demons. Soon enough she fell down into my lap and I laid her onto the floor.
I wept for her as she lay there. She came up again but I knew it still wasn’t over so I prayed over her again, placing one hand on her forehead and the other on her stomach. I prayed to God and asked him to take control of her life. I prayed that this would be her last battle.
Finally I claimed it and cried out to her, “This is your last battle” and she slowly fell into my lap again. I held her in my lap as I swayed back and forth, staying in prayer. When she finally sat up again, she hugged me. We sat on the floor hugging and crying for a really long time. She whispered in my ear, “Thank you, thank you. I don’t want to let go. Please don’t let go.” She continued to praise God. When we finally let go, I began telling her how much God loved her and she stopped me. She told me she didn’t understand English and apologized. I was confused. I told her she had just spoken in English as she hugged me. I told her she was praising God in English, with no accent whatsoever; but of course, she didn’t understand a word I was saying to her.
I had someone explain to her that she had just spoken in tongues in English. She looked at me and smiled. A tear rolled down her cheek and she gave me a hug. Her name was Carla. I will never forget her. Tomorrow is our free day. I’m really excited for some down time. Finally, some rest.
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