Yesterday started differently than the rest. I jumped up at 2AM in great pain. I had a charlie horse in my right calf. I haven't had one of those in many years, and this is by far the worst one I have ever received. I was trying to be quiet since my roommate was sleeping. I had to stop rubbing it because to even touch my leg caused even greater pain. This was severe. I said, "En nome de Jesus" (in the name of Jesus) and it stopped suddenly. It wasn't like a normal healing. This was weird. It stopped and I instantly knew this was demonic.
I've heard stories of past years where demons would manifest in the hotel rooms. We prayed over our room the first night, but we didn't pray this night. I noticed that one part of the room was darker than the rest. I knew an evil spirit was in the room. I know this sounds like fiction, but this is real life! I woke my roommate up because I wanted to pray. After we prayed for the spirit to leave, he said that he was having a dream at the exact moment I woke him up. The dream was about spiritual warfare and he said we were getting clobbered. He said it wasn't a good dream at all. So for those of you reading this that thought I might be exaggerating, you can see that the evil spirit was tormenting us both.
I felt the spirit wasn't completely gone so I went to the intercessor's room to have others pray. The spirit left and the rest of the night was fine. The thing is, I never felt any fear. I was the edge of fear and it was very serious, but I wasn't afraid. I knew that this meant the enemy thought we were a threat. What the enemy used to discourage us, completely encouraged us because we knew we were making an impact.
That night we went to a large church that is on fire for God. It is a surfer church. The pulpit is a surf board and the offering boxes and old skateboards...literally. It's called Bollo De Neve, which means, Snowball Church. Will Hart was the evangelist that came with us. The Spirit was heavy and ready to fall. The anticipation was building and everyone wanted an impartation. We expected to pray for the sick, but the Spirit wanted us to pray for impartation.
Normally, when I feel the Spirit on me, I feel tingles. But as I prayed, the tingling was so intense, my face was literally numb. My stomach became numb and I knew the Lord wanted me to place my hand on the stomachs of the people I prayed for. As I did this, people was keel over slowly and begin to fall facedown. I always wandered why people fell backwards when the Spirit came on them. I prayed in the past that if the Lord would use me in this, I want them to fall facedown like in Leviticus and other parts in the Bible. I was giving impartations of the glory of God.
There were some healings last night. A man with braces on his legs was able to walk without them. Another man who had extreme shortness of breath that hindered him from walking up stairs was healed completely. I prayed for my interpreter's father and his neck was completely healed. He had a compressed nerve in his cervical spine that was causing radiating pain into his arms. He said he was completely healed. I prayed for his knees as well, but nothing happened. I am not shaken by this. How can I be when the man received a touch from the Lord!
I could go into so much more but these posts are already ridiculously long. Keep praying for me and for the people down here. And start expecting things to change back home. God is doing these same things through us. Now is our destiny! Now we will walk in supernatural power!
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