I forgot to write about our experience yesterday afternoon. We went with several members of our group to join a great man named Percy and 3 of the young people he is discipling to go into the village and have a church service for some of the older women who find it difficult to make it to church on Sundays. We sang together, in Lozi (the local dialect) and English, listened to some words from the Word from Isaiah and a message from Kay who is on our team and then we were able to lay hands on and pray for these women.
What an awesome experience, sitting in the courtyard of a village hut, on our knees in the dirt with our hands laid on these wise, devoted servants of God. You could feel His presence there so clearly. And what a strange picture we must have been, a bunch of white Westerners (called Mikua, pronounced Mi-koo-a by the locals), on our knees in the dust praying over these truly traditional women. We took a group picture that I'm sure will show what I'm talking about! :)
All this to say, our God is so incredible and I am blessed beyond belief at His far reaching hands. We are all one in Christ!
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I'm so touched by your words. I can feel the spirit of God in your words and can almost experience His presence there myself. I'm so glad you could both be there to share this together! What an amazing opportunity to be used this way by God in such a very tangible way! You're all in my prayers! Love you so much! Mom xoxo
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