Monday was our first day of prayer walking through Region 235. Prayer walking...I kind of felt like that was one of those semi-churchy phrases that I never really understood. Before I would've wondered why God would call me to walk around a poor Mayan community & pray. Seriously, wouldn't that be kind of unproductive? These people live in cardboard houses the size of my bedroom. Shouldn't we be doing something about that? I don't even speak or understand much of either language being spoken. But somehow, I didn't feel useless. I felt incredibly blessed.
Ten or fifteen of us (the 4 of us & the rest from the church) walked through 235, stopping at each corner & taking turns praying. I've never experienced anything like it...not understanding what was being said, but feeling God's presence there with us.
"Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God's grace in its various forms." -1 Peter 4:10
That night we went back out to 235 & had Bible study. Chickens & baby turkeys & roosters pecked around our feet during this. When the kids got home they chased them as the adults commenced with Bible study like nothing at all was happening around us. Loved it.
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