India

My hearts desire is to bring His Kingdom

When I returned from Haiti, flooded with emotions of how good Jesus is and how vast His love, this is what I said, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to bring more souls into the Kingdom of Heaven  and the brotherhood of Christianity. It is the highest privilege that is held in this world."  

I have not yet had the chance to step foot into the nation of India, but in God's Kingdom, which operates out of time, my feet have already treaded the ground. So I say again, thank you for giving me the opportunity to love people out of darkness and into the light in this nation.  

This photo captures the hands of one of my dear friends praying over an Indian women. My friend tells the story of what happened here... 

"We went to a rock coronary one of the days we spent in India. I was musing with the tools, wanting to know what it felt like for these women to work everyday, as people began to approach me wondering why a white girl was working with the rocks. In this area of India you could be stoned for preaching the gospel; but I felt Holy Spirit. I began to ask if anyone needed healing in their body because I knew that whatever I prayed for in this moment would happen. This woman stepped up to say she has had a migraine for months to the point that her vision is gone. I laid my hands on her and her pain left and her vision returned! As I told her of the love of Jesus and why she was just healed she began to tell me that her father was saved when white people came to her home many years ago, but she never believed... Until now. This woman received Jesus as her Lord and Savior, walking away with a transformed body, soul, and spirit." 

This is India. This is the nation I so desperately want to breath the fiery love of God on. I am convinced that distance cannot hinder the power of God working through someone to catch the wave of God for a nation; so if my feet do not go, then my heart will still burn in prayer over these people.

My spirit has been quickened to the whisper of Holy Spirit to send me to this nation. I am trusting that when God calls, He provides. 

Thank for for continuing to pray into this time of radically loving this nation. We are not called to walk this road alone. Without the body of Christ coming alongside me, my ministry will never reach its full  potential. I am so excited to see God move, bring the finances in, call the prayer warriors together and watch revival happen! 

I am asking for 10 people to commit themselves to prayer as we embark on our trip to India. If you feel led to do this, please email me at kat.boynton@yahoo.com or private message me on facebook. 

Also, if you would like to give to this trip the link to do that is https://trips.ibethel.org/transactions/new/5736

Jesus' love is big enough, His sacrifice is good enough, His grace covers enough

Blessings to each individual that read this! Thank you for your support. 

A Glimpse of Haiti

I sit here scrolling around on my facebook, when the Lord grabs my attention.

Flashes of all the people who asked for food while I was in Haiti; of all the people who I knew were going home with empty stomachs. I stopped and thought about God and His goodness.

Hungry people isn’t a new thing to see in a third world country, but we have an opportunity that comes every time we do see it.

There is a bold question, with blood dipped letters, that comes every time a Christian leaves comfort and enters into the area of risk where people are hungry, hurting, and need a savior. “God, I know You are good, but in this situation, where is your goodness?”

Will we believe that He is good?

In Haiti I saw amazing things; things I’ve never seen before. I saw thousands of people healed with just one person outstretching their hand and declaring health. I saw the blind eyes open, pain all over the body disappear, mobility restored. But in the midst of the amazement and wonder, moments came where the question of His goodness stared me in the face. Would I hold on to what I know is true when the first women’s eyes were healed but the second’s eyes weren’t. 

The moment when truth and experience clash and understanding fails you.

Because the truth says that all the blind, all the lame, and all the deaf will be healed. All the sick will recover and death will have no victory.

I didn’t need to be taught to celebrate the goodness, the wonder of who God is when a woman who lay on a table, wheezing with every breath and in pain for days sat up completely healed after my team declared life over her body. What I needed to experience was the Lord showing me how to celebrate His goodness in the lack of understanding.

Haiti was life changing. I went with the goal of changing a nation and I came back with a strategy of how to do it. A nation isn’t changed by a thousand ideas. A nation is changed by the blood of a broken heart.

God dared me while I was in Haiti. He dared me to allow my prayer to take affect. He dared me to step into a place of my heart snapping in two, to see the blood of Jesus being poured over this nation. Because, as God said to me, the only thing ingredients He needs in a person to change a nation is a broken heart and a willing spirit.

My team went to change a nation, and I believe we did. We worshiped in every atmosphere we went into. We battled with the powers over the land and declared the name of Jesus. Making sure the enemy knew that no longer does Haiti belong to satan, but HAITI BELONGS TO JESUS. Because worship will break every stronghold the enemy has! When we point our face to Him, when we feel His Presence and allow it to go from our spirits to the souls around us that is when Heaven begins to invade earth and people can’t not receive the true gospel!

The change we saw in Haiti wasn’t measured by there being less trash on the ground when we left, less people with no jobs or even less children with no mother to go home to; although those things will follow. Our trip was measured by the Presence entering a nation even more powerfully then before we arrived, and the seeds to life, fullness, and prosperity being released. We saw the grass a little greener and the trees a little bigger as the Spirit of God was welcomed to a nation on a deeper level then the day before. Orphans became sons and daughters, the diseased became the healthy, the broken became the whole, the hungry became the satisfied, the depressed became the joyous, the lame became the dancers, and the ugly became the beautiful. That is what we did in Haiti.

Thank you to all who supported my team and me on this beautiful adventure. You are apart of these testimonies of the sick healed and the poor fed and the lost saved. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to bring more souls in the Kingdom of Heaven and the brotherhood of Christianity. It is the highest privilege that is held in this world. 

Bethel and All Things School

I think, “Wow,” Is the best word to describe my year this far. I’ve never cried, laughed, or a combination of the two, so much as I have found myself doing in these past few glorious months. What a whirlwind they have been. A wild crazy adventure has been my life. I’ve encountered God through worship, seeing the sick healed, and being with some of the sweetest as they come to know Jesus for themselves. I feel honored to be apart of Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry. I’ve stepped into something I can’t quite put into words.

I go to school Monday – Thursday. I am on the early schedule, which entails that I go to school from 10:30am until 3:45pm (except for Thursday). Beginning at noon every day the school gathers in the auditorium at the Civic Center for worship, Bible class, and teachings from world leaders.

Monday I start my school day by going to revival group. Every student is placed in a revival group with roughly 65 others and a revival group pastor. I am privileged to have the sweetest, Clare Murwill. She carries such a grace about her to love those around her so well. She has opened up an opportunity for us to be truly vulnerable in our group and in return she has also taught how to be family to one another in those moments. I consider my revival group apart of my family. I’ve learned how we are all created unique as I’ve watched each person truly bring something so different to the family to make it what it is.

Tuesday mornings my day begins by going to my Advanced Ministry Training (AMT). I have taken Writers Eye, Prophetic Worship, and Faith & Politics. I’ve seemed to pick things that are all on completely different wave links, but one thing they do have in common is they all chase after the heart of God in the specific area that it is relating to. I’ve been blown away by revelations shared in these classes, testimonies told, and things witnessed. I can attest that God is so good and so fun through these classes.

Wednesdays I have small group. My small group is me and 3 other ladies from my revival group. We come together on these mornings for a few hours to celebrate one another, rest with one another, prophecy, drink coffee, vent, and just try to do relationships well in this group. I treasure each one of the girls I am with and I have come to adore them, not because they are like me, but because they are worthy to be adored and God has invited me to see that every time we meet. If there should ever be a moment where I am so vulnerable to the point it hurts, here is where I should do it.

Thursdays is my city service day. I leave school at 3:15 to head to my Sidewalk Sunday School site at a local neighborhood. What we do with the kids looks different every week as we are sensitive to the Spirit and what He is up to with these kids. I get to hang out with some amazing kids, love on them, play tons of games, and I do it all with 5 other wonderful students who I cherish. My city service leader is a second year, who is one of the very few natives to Redding I’ve encountered at Bethel. She is an amazing leader that has a heart that burns for the goodness of God to fall on our time with these kids. I has a revelation recently of how truly blessed I am to have the specific people I do in my team. I hit the jackpot.

Recently a sweet young lady gave her life to Christ during our time in the park! And her cousin was healed of color blindness! It has been an amazing year this far!

I’ve learned quite a few things being at Bethel this long, but something I’ll never let go of is how to have fun with God. He’s not boring, He’s everything exciting about life.  

Bethel it is, God.

The idea to go to Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry (BSSM) was first planted in my head when I was 16 years old when my brother told me of all the incredible things happening at Bethel church in California. He told me how people with terminal illnesses come from all around the world to be healed. At this church they raise up, train, and send out people to truly be the hands and feet of Christ, and encourage them to be who God intended the body of Christ to be. They believe in a God who has no bounds and who is more than religion. The God who has the power to create the world and know each one of us at the most intimate level. Hearing about the culture this church operates in and how free they are, I was beyond intrigued and inspired. It wasn’t long until I heard about their school, BSSM, and even though I was inspired by the idea of it all my decision about where I was going after high school was already made and it was going to take a huge impact from the Lord to change it.

From the age of 15 I was so concerned about where my future headed and I had an overwhelming fear of where I would go and what I would do after high school. It was hardly ever out of my mind. The burden weighed so heavy on my heart, but as so many of us do with our burdens, I learned to live with it. I never truly realized how much it affected my life until the day it left. Because of this fear I began frantically searching for where I was supposed to go after I graduated and I thought the answer was Australia. But even still after my decision was made the fear never ended; I was carrying a burden for my future. My heart was set on Australia for the entire year of 11th grade. But whether I liked it or not, God had other plans for me.

After that year any peace that was there to cover up the burden I carried was gone. I had no desire to do anything or go any where as nothing seemed God given any longer. Bethel was always in the back of my mind, but I never gave it a chance to be a thought of significance. I knew if God wanted me there, He'd tell me. But He wasn't telling me, so I let it go.

With that, new season of my prayer journey began, filled with questions that my heart desired so badly to be answered. I longed for the peace He has promised and the release from the heaviness which rested on my heart. I longed for freedom so strongly, but I was so consumed with not wanting to wait on God to find any peace. One weekend, on the way to a conference at a local church, I was talking with a dear friend about everything -- telling her my struggles, my desires, and what I was asking God for. She gave me the advice to tell God how I wanted to be told and to wait for it to happen. So that's what I did. I told God that I wanted Him to make it evident to me; that in the midst of His presence He would guide my heart and tell me where to go. 

That evening God took me on an amazing Holy Spirit ride. I tasted for the first time what it meant for Christ to really rock my world. He was preparing my spirit the hour or two before the conference began I could tell He was preparing my spirit. My palms were sweaty, my heart was beating, and I was telling Him over and over that I wanted anything and everything He had to offer. I wanted nothing to be held back. A few hours later, as the speaker laid hands on me and prayed over me, I found myself on the ground completely consumed by the Holy Spirit. In that moment, in total surrender and peace, I knew I would be going to Bethel. I felt a release of the burden I carried for so long as God began the process of healing for the damaged part of my heart. Nothing can explain what happened except the serenity Christ brings in the sweetness of His presence. I wanted supernatural assurance and I’m talking about the kind of assurance that goes beyond all doubts, fears, anxieties, and lies. And that's what I received. 

He called, and I'm  following. 

Since then God has taught me so much that my mind cannot hold it all. But I can always remember one thing. With all the pain, the hard times, and the suffering I have been asked to walk throughout the course of my life, I would never trade one moment of it away. It has been the times where I’ve waited to the point I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest in anticipation, and the pain of it all seemed almost unbearable, have been the times God has grown me the most. I am a person I’m proud to be. My life is in the hands of my true love, and there’s no place I’d rather it be. Wherever I end, whatever I do, let it all be done with the end goal in mind; to love God with everything.

So I wait expectantly for all the things He has for me to be fulfilled. I wait for the dreams He has given me to come into reality. As I sit and think of what it is I want to do with the rest of my days, a few answers come to mind; I want to sing for Him throughout my years, and pursue my passion for worship. I want to live in many nations and meet the purest hearted people this world has to offer in the humblest of countries. I want to see the bonds of religion be broken in this nation. The moments may come where the passion feels all but gone and I forget who I am in Christ, but even in those times when my emotions and my decisions may not match, I will continue to choose to love God. For today and what I foresee as the rest of my life, He is wooing me and taking me on an incredible journey and in that is an inspiring love story between the two of us. As I realized recently while I sat and awed over the beauty of my Creator and Daddy; if all I ever get to do with the rest of my days is completely and totally in love with God the way I am now, that is a life well lived. When hard times come and my life is shaken, I’ll stand upon the truth of who God is.

God has called me to Bethel and I want to open up an opportunity to anyone who so desires to sow a seed in me. I have a site on gofundme.com, which all the proceeds will go to my Bethel account. The link is http://www.gofundme.com/3nhtjs

Blessings to all who took the time to read this! 

The ideas our government has...

An economics professor at a local college made a statement that he had never failed a single student before, but had recently failed an entire class. That class had insisted that Obama's socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer.

The professor then said, "OK, we will have an experiment in this class on Obama's plan". All grades will be averaged and everyone will receive the same grade so no one will fail and no one will receive an A.... (substituting grades for dollars - something closer to home and more readily understood by all).

After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little.

The second test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F. As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased as bickering, blame and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else.

To their great surprise, ALL FAILED and the professor told them that socialism would also ultimately fail because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great, but when government takes all the reward away, no one will try or want to succeed. It could not be any simpler than that.
Remember, there IS a test coming up. The 2012 elections.

These are possibly the 5 best sentences you'll ever read and all applicable to this experiment:

1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.

2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.

3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.

4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it!

5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the beginning of the end of any nation.

by: Ed Will

It's time to love Him

I've realized that having a willing heart, a humble spirit, and a life lived to love is the kind of people God uses. The funny thing is that none of these things are attainable without the grace of God. As I was reminded by reading an old post of mine, we cannot even love God without God's help. So why is it that he delights in us so much? Why does he take so much joy in us? Our incapable, unloving selves? We are His children. And by his grace we are made and molded into the children of God we were meant to be.

But we so easily get lost. So easily get turned around, confused, and devastated. Yet he still loves us. As it says in my favorite song by Cody Karnes, "I'm all He says I am, and He says I am His all."

I am fearless. I am beautifully and wonderfully made. I have all my needs met. I have no worries, no anxieties, and no fears. I have confidence. I am talented and gifted. I am joyful. I am loving. I am humble. I am willing. I am comfortable with being uncomfortable. I am who He says I am; I am His all.

So who are we to say that we're not good enough? Who are we to say that God can't use us? He says He can.

In our weaknesses, He is made strong. It's time for us to believe it.

To add a note, my beautiful friend, Malorie Grace, says, "This semester I'm reminding myself that everyday is signiicant and I'm going to look at it with the perspective of growth and greatness. I want my life to be an earthly representation of who God is, though I know I'll never come close to His perfect goodness. I want people to see HIM and not me. I don't want my exhaustion, anxiety, or whatever it is to get in the way of God."

To let nothing get in the way between us, and Him. Hmmmm Sounds so perfect.

Pam's Story

Pam's Story

In a recent email, I read about a woman named Pam, who knows the pain of 
considering abortion. More than 24 years ago, she and her husband Bob were

serving as missionaries to the Philippines and praying for a fifth child.
Pam contracted amoebic dysentery, an infection of the intestine caused by 
a parasite found in contaminated food or drink. She went into a coma and 
was treated with strong antibiotics before they discovered she was
pregnant.

Doctors urged her to abort the baby for her own safety and told her that
the medicines had caused irreversible damage to her baby. She refused the
abortion and cited her Christian faith as the reason for her hope that her

son would be born without the devastating disabilities physicians
predicted. Pam said the doctors didn't think of it as a life, they thought

of it as a mass of fetal tissue.

While pregnant, Pam nearly lost their baby four times but refused to
consider abortion. She recalled making a pledge to God with her husband:
If you will give us a son, we'll name him Timothy and we'll make him a
preacher.

Pam ultimately spent the last two months of her pregnancy in bed and
eventually gave birth to a healthy baby boy August 14, 1987. Pam's
youngest son is indeed a preacher. He preaches in prisons, makes hospital
visits, and serves with his father's ministry in the Philippines . He also

plays football. Pam's son is Tim Tebow.

The University of Florida 's star quarterback became the first sophomore
in history to win college football's highest award, the Heisman Trophy.
His current role as quarterback of the Denver Broncos has provided an
incredible platform for Christian witness. As a result, he is being called

The Mile-High Messiah.

Tim's notoriety and the family's inspiring story have given Pam numerous
opportunities to speak on behalf of women's centers across the country.
Pam Tebow believes that every little baby you save matters. I pray her
tribe will increase!

May the peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you always!