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.