Costa Rica
That night service was absolutely wonderful. It was all ordinary until the altar call. I was praying for a young girl and she fell on the floor shaking almost like she was having a seizure. I knew right away that it wasn’t the works of a healthy spirit and I began to rebuke it as I laid hands on her. Other people came and began to pray as well. She shook more and more until she was all out on the floor.
I took her shoes off and as well as my own keeping in mind that we are on holy ground and claiming it as his property. As we continued praying, she suddenly stopped thrusting her body and began laughing. She was freed. It was beautiful.
Erin and I looked at each other and smiled and rejoiced as we continued to pray. Scripture says that when a demon leaves, it will try to return with more. It certainly did. Out of nowhere she began thrusting her body again. I claimed the promises of the scriptures over her and soon enough she began laughing in her revival and triumph until she was finally able to sit back up.
As we were leaving, there was a girl scrunched up at the exit with people laying hands on her as she screamed. Erin and I joined and prayed over her. The people praying over her carried her to the altar and continued to pray as she began to puke out the unwelcome enemy. She finally received her freedom, along with her new faith and desire for the Holy Spirit. I gave her my salvation bracelet and left for dinner.
I slept well that night. I feel like that is what I’m called to do; to bring freedom to the captives, to cast out demons with boldness. I woke up with energy and made others smile, praising and rejoicing over his works.
Today, or yesterday, I’m not quite sure at the moment, was another amazing day. With all that joy and energy, my day started off right to say the least. We didn’t necessarily do programs. We went all around the village we’re in and did good deeds and prayed with people. We ended up cutting down bundles of bananas, cutting lung jungle style grass with machetes, doing laundry and offering a lot of prayer.
We were split into five groups. The group I was in prayed for a single mom who had just been relieved from Leukemia, and another family who’s father figure drank a lot and other situations of the like.
We were hading to the church to eat lunch and we ran into another miniature team. They were all excited and told us to come quickly and that a lady had just been healed. We hurried to her house and this is how the story goes:
A lady had been in a coma (I don’t know how long) and she came out of it before we got there but had become paralyzed. She couldn’t really move much at all, but the team didn’t know all that, they just assumed she was ill. They said a quick prayer for her and left to do some yard work for the family. Before they even got to the yard a little girl called them back screaming for them to hurry. When they got back the lady was weeping and walking and jumping.
That’s when my group showed up. She was a Christian, but she didn’t really have a strong faith. We asked her if she wanted to accept Christ and to my surprise, she hesitated. She said she didn’t’ think her husband would approve.
We invited her to the program we were about to do and she came. Her smile was radiant. She even got all dressed up. That program was intense. The ground was extremely rocky and painful, but I kept saying to myself, “Jesus was flogged for you, you can at least handle this pain.” So I did.
When we did From the Inside Out I wanted to cry at the point when we show the “healing” scene. I looked at the lady who had just been healed. She had the biggest smile and a few tears trickling down her neck. I began to cry. It was awesome.
We did and altar call, but we did it in a prayer line again. It was powerful and awesome. Natalie was my prayer partner during the prayer line. At one point when there was no one between us to pray over, God let me see his angels again. There was a line of angels behind each of our lines so as we enclosed the people, the angels enclosed us. Each angel was holding a sword up at an angle forming what I can only describe as an arch as their swords crossed over us. It was magnificent.
After our program, we divided up into four groups. We all have to sleep in different places tonight, different houses. Two groups of girls and two groups of boys. When I got to my destination, we crammed our bags into one room and got sleeping arrangements ready in the other room. I was overwhelmed and honestly kind of stressed. Now I’m waiting to get my shower in. I’m exhausted and now my head hurts.
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