The greatest miracle of all.

Oh my wdsfjghsdf lordy. WELL… I’m in Africa alright. I sit here in a internet cafe in the town of Tororo in Uganda with only 20 mins left on a server that take 10 mins to load a single page. So please excuse my word vomit because sometimes communicating God’s mighty movement gets a little messy.

God has been stretching and pulling and breaking and  growing this little heart of mine. 

 Stepping blindly into this story with strangers who have never left my side since the airport has been just lovelyWhen our team left training camp, passion would be an understatement to describe our energy. You see the night before we had broken out into a three hour spontaneous worship service with 200 other college aged students. Which brought prophesy healing, truth and dance. Our team declared that we would be the light admist the darkness, that we would heal the blind, that we would see the crippled walk, and that we would see the dead rise. We were excited about the power we held. And of course I was getting pretty pumped about the fact that I was going to be able to blog about healing the sick to you all.

so after all of our crazy excursions here in Africa with White Water rafting down the Nile, Bungee jumping off a cliff, and dancing in Ugandan weddings, our first full day of ministry arrived. Of course our first day was in a broken, dirty, and depressing hospital.

Our first visit was to a mother Grace who got into a motorcycle accident with her daughter gift. Her daughter had died, and the mother was in critical condition. We entered Grace’s room just after she recieved the news that her daughter had died. And when I say just after I mean JUST AFTER. Our team was speachless. We were desperate for the Holy Spirit to be the comfort that this mother so needed. So we began to worship and and speak truth to this broken mother. After leaving the hospital and leaving patients with smiles and hope, me and my dear friend Becky began to talk.

She asked me the question on whether we should pray for  gift. That she should come back to life. I mean  lazarus rose from the grave 4 days after his death, why not pray the same for Gift. So we prayed to God that night, We asked him that he would reveal to us his divine will. We asked him whether we should begin praying that Gift should be raised from the dead or not.

God then gave my other dear friend Alex a clear and holy vision. A vision of Gift sitting next to Him on his throne and them both smiling at her casket besides her. that night we rejoiced that Gift was truly and fully alive.

 

so… What if God told us to pray for gift to rise from the dead here on earth? and What if she actually did rise from the dead? our response to this would be insane. WE WOULD BE FREAKING OUT! I would be running down these streets here in uganda proclaiming that Gift is alive and telling everyone to shake her hand. I would be calling my family, friends and church and I would tell them what I expirenced.

But Gift is not alive here on earth. But its even sweeter than that. She is alive IN PERFECT HEAVEN WITH HER GOD. and doesn’t that need to have even more excitement and praise than if she did come back here on earth? 

 

you see the greatest miracle is the gift of salvation and eternal life. If you have confessed with your mouth and have believed in your heart that Jesus Christ is Lord, Then your dead heart has become alive- and that is the greatest miracle of all. A miracle that needs to have much more excitement and praise than seeing a blind person be able to see again. (eph 2)

 

Because even if Gift did rise from the dead she would eventually die again, Just like Lazarus. And for those people in the hospital that we prayed for healing over, some may be healed but they will eventually get sick again and die. The greatest miracle is salvation-the invitation to something that is eternal and has no end. SO come on lift up a shout! go tell a friend- YOU’RE FULLY ALIVE THROUGH CHRIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

ekk We must go!!!!! but God is good, I can defintely feel him pulling me closer to him here in Africa. He is becoming more of my Father, Friend and companion. My ears are tuning into his holy whisper. And my Eyes find him here in the souls of Africa and my 8 new friends in my family.

” I don’t want to talk about you like your not in the room, I want to talk right to you. I want to look right at you!”

 P.s I’m getting my first african weave tomorrow. Oh yeah. WEAVE!

HOLLLLAAAA!!!!!!!! 🙂