Monday, August 4, 2008

At Home

Dear Beloved Family and Friends,

It's 5:30 am and the sunlight is beginning to filter through the window in my bedroom. I can see Susana scampering to the bathroom to put on her uniform. The boys are beginning to stir. Rosario, visiting from the North Coast, has been up since two am praying and she is still at it. Laura, one of our summer interns, is getting ready too. Only Hae Young is still fast asleep recuperating strength for the team from Korea she will be with. I am home and my heart is overwhelmed with gratitude.

Two weeks ago it almost seemed an impossible feat but God arranged everything perfectly. The flight from NYC to Houston was comfortable and right on time. In Houston, we met up with Elvia and our friends Abby and Shawn who drove us directly to the Benny Hinn service. We arrived just as it started at 3:00 p.m. Even though it was really cold inside the stadium, it was a blessing to witness so many come to Christ. He finally started to pray for healing at 7pm and Elvia, Hae Young and my dear friend Terry Brotze from college days all laid hands on me and prayed. We would have all been delighted if my symptoms had disappeared in that moment. Instead we all sensed that God has healed me but I still have to walk daily by faith to see the manifestation of this healing. And that is exactly what is happening. Everyday I am less yellow, less swollen, and less weak! But I am getting ahead of the story.

We spent Sunday at Seoul Baptist Church where they showered us with love and kindness and yummy Korean food. I was a bit nervous about the flight home the next day but everything went smoothly. The minute I touched Honduran soil I started weeping for joy! I wept all the way through immigration and when I stepped out of the baggage area, there was everyone from Jericho carrying banners and singing. I hugged each of those beautiful necks, shedding more tears of joy. God in His mercy let me return Home! The children were a sight for sore eyes!

In these days I have been experiencing Jesus' touch as I cry out to Him. It's so beautiful to watch Him work! For example, a friend of mine named Elli, sensed God tell her to come and lay hands on my abdomen. Since I could not take any strong diuretics without getting a terrible rash, my feet were swelling up again. Elli prayed and the effects of that prayer were even better than taking the diuretics. Please keep praying. I am so thankful for each of you and for the way you lift me up to the Father. Thank you for your patience. I know this letter was long in coming.

Trusting Him as never before,

P.S. Noe was my scribe.