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Monday, August 4, 2014

Honduras Part 3

5. Wednesday
This day was powerful! So powerful. I think that Heaven opened up and God was like, "here I am!" We went to one village. We arrived and started playing with the kids and setting up the stage so we could do our songs and skits and then pray over the village. I noticed in this village that there were a lot of men who were around. A lot of times the men will stay towards the back of the crowd, but there were a lot that were mixed in with the women and children.
I thought that this was just going to be like every other village that we went to. It wasn't. It started out that way, and then we experienced something I have never seen before. When we started praying, the Holy Spirit showed up. It was so loud from people praying, there were so many tears. You could feel the presence of the Lord dwelling in that village as Hondurans and gringos prayed with one another. We were all one spirit, all children of God. I got to pray over several woman. That was great, but then I got to pray with one of my team members. That was incredible. We just got to hug, and be amazed at what God was doing. And God was working. He was there, in the crowd. WOW. I can't really find the words to describe what was happening. They really do not even begin to capture or paint a picture of what was taking place. I had tears in my eyes, until an older Honduran woman hugged me and began t pray over me... then I was bawling. I really have no idea why, I just think that I was so overcome by the Holy Spirit. I had never seen something so powerful take place when I was worshiping and praying. I just cried and cried and there were many others on the trip who were crying to. In that village, the pastor's wife asked if she could pray for our team, and she took the microphone and began to pray over us. We went down to Honduras to serve, and in return, we were being ministered to. Wednesday was so powerful, and I just have to leave it at that because my words are not even doing it justice.
We went to a street restaurant for dinner and had a great time taking pictures, and selfies with our translators who we all fell in love with this week.  
I cried on Wednesday.


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