He Is Mighty To Save

I feel as though I could write testimony and memories from this trip for the next month!  God is so faithful! Everyday here in Mozambique has been different and better than the one before it.  The simplicity of life here has captured my heart in a way I still can not describe.  It just brings me joy thinking of a life here in Mozambique.  I thought perhaps tonight I could share an experience and a touch from Heavenly places that came a little unexpected.  It's about 2AM here.  I can't sleep.  I know tomorrow I will be boarding a couple planes to reach London and I'm just sad.  Sad to leave here.  But those emotions we can articulate on another day for sure :)

On Sunday, the Larson's took us to a church service at a nearby Iris orphanage base.  It is a beautiful place filled with laughter, joy and an abundance of love.  This is the base where Heidi Baker lived for many years.  We met amazing individuals and couples who live here and radically pour out themselves to these children as a drink offering on a daily basis.  The women I met were absolutely amazing and inspiring.  Imagine all of your hopes and dreams on hold for the sake of children who were rescued from the streets and given a place to call home.  Imagine a life of such selflessness for the sake of mothering and fathering those who really have no mother or father.  That is what these people do.  Everyday.  No questions asked.  So, there we are enjoying this church service...holding babies and just soaking in the amazing experience of a Mozambican message being translated into English.  Before I knew it, there was a crowd moving to the front and Corey and I were ushered to also proceed to the front.  Prayer began to spring forth as we stood at the front.  They were blessing those who were visiting.  "Super, I thought...I can do this with out totally losing it emotionally."  But I was wrong.  You see, next they have us all sit on the stage in a row and the orphan children come lay prayer shawls over you while they pray for you.  Power, authority, and supernatural impartation starts to release from these children.  They gently laid hands on me and began to pray in their beautiful Portuguese language.  I sat there so humbly receiving all that the Lord had for me.  Within a moment a child began to hold my hands and pray and I just lost it.  I wept.  Among so many things I kept thinking of how many Mozambican women I had prayed for the day before by holding their hands so wanting to bless them and have them receive a touch from the Lord and here I am now on the other side of that prayer.  Though it was moments, it felt like I stayed in that moment for quite some time.  By the time I stood up my skirt was drenched with the sweetest tears I have ever cried.  He is so faithful and mighty to save!