Gloria a Dios. I am so thankful that God is who he is. Today Leticia and I visited a new church with other missionaries. Oh my, it was an answered prayer. I have visited several here, but none have been where I could call home. I have prayed, Lord put me in a true Pentecostal church. One where they actually DO what your word says. James says we have to be doers of the Word and not hearers only. I want a church that practices what it preaches. I want a church that gives time for the Holy Spirit to move. I want a church that truly takes time to worship, not sing 3 or 4 songs, everybody sits down and then we are taught from some book and author other than the Bible and the Holy Spirit. I want a church where the Lord speaks to his people with messages in tongues with the interpretations thereof. I want a church that anoints the sick and believes God's word for them. Jude said "that ye should earnestly contend for the faith which was once delivered to the saints." What was that faith? And what was he telling us when he used the word contend?
This morning the Pastor said to turn to James 5:13. I knew what was coming, and I could have jumped out of my seat for joy, but I held myself back. And sure enough, he started talking about healing and bless his heart, he confirmed what I've been saying. We don't have to hold on to sickness, and it doesn't matter how old you are. The rest is me saying what I feel. Jesus didn't take those stripes for nothing, but many times I feel the church counts them as nothing by the way they act. I always hear what the doctors say, but not what God says about the situation. If God can't heal you, then know for sure the doctors can't. And if it's God's will for you to be sick, then why are you going to a doctor? And it isn't God's will for us to be sick, otherwise He wouldn't have provided healing. And now I hear those infamous words, "yeah, but..." Find "yeah but" in God's word. And I was so thankful that I could get anointed for a cough I've been battling. So am I healed? Of course. Isa.53:5, James5:15, and I Pet. 2:24. It's a horrible feeling to know what God's word tells you to do, and you can't find a church that does it or doesn't take the time to let you know that if you are sick and need be prayed for that they will do it. Very sad. I wonder at times what God thinks about it all.
Now comes an exciting event. When we were all walking out of the building, one of the ushers, I thought, said I had vomit on the back of my slacks. I put my hand back there to feel, and sure enough, they were wet. However, I had not heard that familiar sound when a child vomits. Well, he was ushering me and Leticia outside to the bathrooms. The ladies were all full so he stuck me in the men's bathroom and left. One of the guys with him was wanting to hold my purse while I cleaned up. Clean up with what? No paper of any kind, no water other than what was in the toilet. So I went outside again,and he put me back in there. So I went back out the third time and said, "no entiendo" which means I don't understand rather loudly. He gave me a cup of water, and Leticia came in to wipe the stuff off with that and her tissues while the other guy took my purse. Are you getting the picture? Well, Leticia had some on her behind, too. So here we are wiping this stuff off. I smelled it, of course, while Leticia is basically saying don't do that. These people are so afraid of small stuff. Well, I'm sorry, it didn't smell like puke! In fact, it smelled like French dressing. The orange kind in the bottle. In fact, I know that's what it was. I can't believe how fast all this took place to the point that things "you know" aren't right, but at the same time they aren't registering in the brain correctly. Well, these guys got my "purse". They are surely very disappointed, because what they got was my English/Spanish parallel Bible. Maybe $4 or $5 dollars in change, if that much, my prayer cards, a tube of lipstick, a comb, a pen, a few pieces of candy, and maybe a copy of my passport. And my eyeglass case, and I just remembered I had 2 Lempiras from Honduras worth about 40 cents in my Bible. And the purse was actually the bag I carry to go shopping. So my prayer for them is that they can't get away from the Word! I pray they get so convicted that they have to get saved in order to have peace!! Wouldn't that be just like our God? So that's my exciting day so far. Of course the day isn't over yet!!!
Friday past was graduation day for some. It was a day of gladness and sadness just like any graduation. Some left the following day and some will leave this week. I will miss one family in particular. Corey and I love to spar! Some people think we are arguing, but we're actually having fun. We have a good time. So Corey I will definitely miss those fun times. Tona, whom I've heard can cut you like a knife but you never know it because she does it so sweetly, I will miss you. Maggie, so quiet, and Alex, the ideal escort. You're a great family, and I pray God's blessings upon you, and that his will be performed in each of your lives as individuals and as a family. I love you guys.
And tomorrow my granddaughter has her 22nd birthday. Congrats Kelcie.
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