6-22-08

8:30 am
Honduras

After we got out of the waterfalls and dried off in the sun, we rode the bus back to the church we’ve been staying in to do a night service. I felt kind of sick though; drained and lifeless, but when the altar call came god gave me the strength to do his work.
I was praying for a girl in a teal and black shirt and a jean skirt. Her hair was in a bun and she was wearing torn up flats on her feet. By the time I came up to her, she was weeping. As I began to pray for her she fell to her knees and eventually to her face.
I kept praying for her until we were the only ones left praying. When she finally sat up she gave me an awesome hug and cried into my shoulder. She said, “thank you, thank you Jesus. I worship you Lord.” Then she kept saying, “I don’t want to let go.”
When we finally stopped hugging my shoulder was soaked. I started talking to her, telling her God had a calling and anointing for her. She stopped me and told me she didn’t speak English. I was so confused. Everything she had just said was in perfect English; she didn’t even have an accent. I had somebody translate that she had spoken perfect English. She cried, smiled, and hugged me.
Overwhelmed, I went and kneeled in the corner. A lady came and laid her hands on me. She sang a song in Spanish and began praying. She was praying the armor of God over me. I could only understand bits and pieces of her prayer but I knew that she was praying the armor of God over me as she placed her hands on my feet, my head, my waist, my hands, and then finally over my heart. When she had finished, I had someone translate what she was saying and she told me that she felt God had a calling for me and wanted to bless me and prepare me for my battle.