Sunday, November 29th 2015
Wow, what a day in the Lord. After an hour and a half ride to go 38 miles we arrived deep in the mountains in a tiny village near La Ascencion for a special meal and an incredible home worship service.
Our ministry partners in Galeana Jesse Rowe, Chuy and Karen had met Sister Joventina some years ago. She lost her husband a few years ago and she and her 10 year old daughter, Debane, continue to struggle. They depend on the sister’s small Tamale sales business to get by.
She is a strong believer as is her family. She gets few breaks and was homesick to visit her family high in the mountains. Chuy asked her a few days ago if we could drive the two of them to see her family – she was overjoyed.
The six of us picked her up in our Ford Edge about 10 AM Sunday morning. That’s right, eight of us drove for an hour and a half on a pothole covered road that turned into little more than a burro trail. But the Lord carried us as the vehicle was filled with hymn singing and praising the Lord.
Once we came to the end of the road we had to unload and climb up the hill to the family’s compound. It was a series of handmade log cabins. We were warmly welcomed by Sister Joventina’s family. We all gathered around a homemade table in their kitchen/dinning building. They fed us a meal they prepared just for us. Venison from a deer they shot a few days earlier, corn tortillas (from corn they raised and ground) and rice. It was tasty!
After lunch we all took a walk up one of the nearby mountains. It was a beautiful day and the views were breath taking.
Once we returned from our walk we started to worship. Karen began to sing Spanish hymns and the air filled with praises to God in the name of Jesus in the power of the Holy Spirit. Several of us read from the Bible as the spirit directed, I read Isaiah 55, Tonyia read Proverbs 3:3-6 and Jesse interpreted. Others shared what was on their heart Jesse preached and an intense time of prayer began where we prayed for others.
Tonyia was lead to pray for the oldest person. She was in her 80’s and was the mother of twelve children. “The Lord has not forgotten you, the hairs on your head are number. You are precious to God…” The tears began to flow and not just from her eyes. A burden seemed to be lifted from her and others and the joy of the Lord filled the room.
It was a powerful time of worship one that I wish everyone could experience. Once again we go to bless a family and we are blessed beyond measure.
Thank you for your prayers, the Lord has sustained us in large measure because of those prayers. Tomorrow we return home – a 12 hour drive.