We went to Bruno and Camilla’s church tonight. I wish I knew Portuguese. There’s enough Spanish that I had said that I could know what were talking about. Brazilians are gorgeous. The guys have the most amazing eyes. They have wonderful smiles.
Everyone was so grateful that we were there! They had a baby dedication. The pastor held the baby and kissed it. Then I realized that we were going to take communion. I could see him pointing and saying what it all represented. He prayed what seemed like 20 minutes. Everyone’s eyes were closed and I began to tell God that even though there was a language barrier, I was there to be shown whatever he wanted me to see. You know when you close your eyes you see a little light. When I closed my eyes I could see a huge ray of light. It was like I was out in the sun. Then it was like I was in the back of the church, I could se all around the seats, and I could see what I see as Jesus, putting his hand on different people’s shoulders. Sometimes a touch, sometimes a squeeze. I was watching and praying that he would show me, that he would touch my shoulder. I felt the wind, or a breeze and it was wonderful. I looked later and there was no fans or ventilation in there. Thank you Lord for bringing me on this trip and meeting me where I am at, and taking me where you want me to be.
So, I had that wonderful time at church and then we went to dinner and went back to the hotel. I took a shower and started to go to bed. It was late, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I could feel that a panic attack was coming on. I tried to listen to my IPOD and just go to bed. But, nothing worked. Or everything I tried didn’t work. What God wanted to happen I wouldn’t allow. I just had this feeling, wake up Elizabeth. I finally woke her up crying and she began to pray for me for about an hour. Her prayers with out me even saying a thing was what I needed. Thank you Elizabeth.
This is what I wrote in my journal about the situation. So, how can I explain what happened to Liz and me? God had shown me he was with me at the beginning of the day at church. I was so worried about not going and then going to the bathroom. I had this feeling, go ask Liz. Go ask Liz to pray with you. I finally did and was crying when she sat up. She prayed for me what seemed forever, in such a boldly, strong way. What hit me the most was that she said, “Let her know that she’s your daughter. Let her know.”
Everyone was so grateful that we were there! They had a baby dedication. The pastor held the baby and kissed it. Then I realized that we were going to take communion. I could see him pointing and saying what it all represented. He prayed what seemed like 20 minutes. Everyone’s eyes were closed and I began to tell God that even though there was a language barrier, I was there to be shown whatever he wanted me to see. You know when you close your eyes you see a little light. When I closed my eyes I could see a huge ray of light. It was like I was out in the sun. Then it was like I was in the back of the church, I could se all around the seats, and I could see what I see as Jesus, putting his hand on different people’s shoulders. Sometimes a touch, sometimes a squeeze. I was watching and praying that he would show me, that he would touch my shoulder. I felt the wind, or a breeze and it was wonderful. I looked later and there was no fans or ventilation in there. Thank you Lord for bringing me on this trip and meeting me where I am at, and taking me where you want me to be.
So, I had that wonderful time at church and then we went to dinner and went back to the hotel. I took a shower and started to go to bed. It was late, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I could feel that a panic attack was coming on. I tried to listen to my IPOD and just go to bed. But, nothing worked. Or everything I tried didn’t work. What God wanted to happen I wouldn’t allow. I just had this feeling, wake up Elizabeth. I finally woke her up crying and she began to pray for me for about an hour. Her prayers with out me even saying a thing was what I needed. Thank you Elizabeth.
This is what I wrote in my journal about the situation. So, how can I explain what happened to Liz and me? God had shown me he was with me at the beginning of the day at church. I was so worried about not going and then going to the bathroom. I had this feeling, go ask Liz. Go ask Liz to pray with you. I finally did and was crying when she sat up. She prayed for me what seemed forever, in such a boldly, strong way. What hit me the most was that she said, “Let her know that she’s your daughter. Let her know.”
Mike Preaching at the Church with Hadassah Translating
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