Dinner time. In orphanage. In China. Struggling through white rice….made with more love than any bowl could hold. First night in orphanage. Three plane rides far away from home. And we walk into kitchen. “Xie xie”….to say, “Thank you” in Chinese. We then ask….to paint nails….for many. And fingers and toes….a representation of love. And Jesus […]
I see his face. Bold One. To youth. Here. In China. And though words I do not understand. His eyes….Awake… Shine Light…. Like few I have ever seen. And words….though only spoken… ROAR! With Holy Fire! …..And I am broken. Missing full revival fire that used to burn inside of me. And how I have coddled […]
I sit in church…..in China. Young girl interpreting beside me. And there are no stories. No introductions to conversations of man…. That corrupt this Holy Place. And before beginning. One sat down beside us. Hands folded. Head bowed. Mouth slowly mumbling prayers. And I wonder what petitions are about. Another in front of me with child. […]
When our family went to Guatemala, we got first hand experience of what it means to do missions. Our children….back then….helped raise funds. Collect vitamins. Shoes. Suitcases full for orphanage we stayed at. We even went to Spanish church beforehand. My husband Latin. Yet, the rest of us…could not understand….. Apart from the Spirit of God. […]
I sit at their feet. Gathering of Women. Older. Intercessors. Mentors. Grandmothers. Church issues. Many Quit. Intercessors, still standing. Grace abounding. Praying…..for churches surrounding. Determined, by faith, to enter boldly His throne room of grace. Theologically explaining. Powerful petitioning. Talk of Israel. And our connection with God’s people. Prodigals broken. Prodigals within. Confession. Healing. Sharing……Drifting People. […]
I see her today. Tall one. Face pale with worries One. Unemotional. Broken willed One. Past following her around like weight pressing down One. And joy has no outlet…quenched by self-reliance. Hope to please. Must do’s. And it crushes me. The knowledge of this broken one…. Once free. Face planted. Hands lifted. A worshiper….like me. Now […]