Your Miracle--I want to pray for it

If you read this post, then you know I believe God does the miraculous. I was up early (and all night) with my kiddos and when everyone was finally asleep I was wide awake. All I could think about is how much God loves you, how much he wants to move in your life. 

Result: I want to pray for your miracle.

Is there is something in your life that seems impossible? Please let me pray. 

Please.

Do you have a sweet friend who is struggling with an addiction? 

Is someone you love suffering from sickness? 

Do you want Jesus to show up in your living room. (I think I would pee myself, but how legit would that be…the Jesus part, not the me needing a change of clothes part.)

Whatever it is, I just want to give God the opportunity to do the miraculous. 

Maybe we don’t know each other. No problem. 

Maybe you don’t believe in miracles. Also no problem. 

Maybe you don’t believe in a good God. Again, no problem. 

As promised, here’s another testimony I’ve been meaning to share. If you need a boost of faith, I hope you find it encouraging. 

Faustino, one of our student leaders, is from a different province, but is here in Maputo on a scholarship. Because of a lack of space in the dorms, he was having to rent a small room at the back of someone’s home. (He's the one kneeling in the picture below.)

Mozambique is in an economic crisis right now, and although Faustino student teaches three classes at the university, they stopped paying him. (The government has stopped paying almost everyone.)

Faustino was in desperate need of money so he could have a place to sleep and food to eat. 

This wasn’t just an issue of finishing school; it was an issue of being in serious danger of having to live on the street. He, Matt, and a couple of our other guy leaders spent some time praying and asked God to provide a solution. Specifically, a housing solution. 

THE NEXT DAY Faustino was approved to live in dorm housing, which provides a room and meals. It’s three fourths of the way through the semester and there are TONS of students on a waiting list for campus housing. There is no reason Faustino was chosen—usually the students have to pay bribes to get these spots—but God provided a miracle!!! 

A MIRACLE!!!

To add some icing to an already sweet cake (I vote carrot cake!): 

The dorm he got into is a dorm we have spent two years praying for. We no longer need to find a person of peace so we can start a Bible study. God sent one of our own and Faustino has already started a group. 

Whatever it is, God can do it. He wants to move. And he loves you.

I’m serious about wanting to pray for you.

Message me on FaceBook, email me, or comment below. Nothing is too big or too small. 

How can I pray for you?

I Don’t Just Believe in Miracles-I Have Seen Them

I can’t count how many miracles I have experienced. Some are wild and others are more chill, but they are all miraculous. Here’s one I’ve been meaning to share: 

When we arrived back in Mozambique after having Cypress we had to say A LOT of goodbyes. In all my processing of us moving our lives to Africa, I never once imagined the “byes” we would have on this side of the world. 

I bawled as soon as the door clicked shut the night Tiane’s mom came by telling me the news that they were moving out of our apartment building. Tiane and Cedar played together weekly for over a year and he was the perfect little friend. You may remember seeing his sweet face here.

I cried, and then I promptly asked God for another friend Cedar’s age to show up in our building. 

Right around this time Cedar started coming home from his little pre-school that he goes to a couple of days a week. We started him there so he could socialize and learn more Portuguese, but for the longest time he never mentioned any friends by name--that is, until Martin.

Fast forward a week. 

Cedar and I are walking up to our apartment building when all of the sudden Cedar takes off sprinting (can 2 year olds sprint or am I just really out of shape?) and screaming, “Martin!” 

I realize that the lady who lives across the hall from us is entering the building with what looks to be her son and two-ish year old grandson. 

Cedar continues to scream, "MARTIN! MOMMA!!! MAARRRRTTTTIIIINNNN!!!" and "He's so fluffy I'm going to die." Ok maybe he didn't say that last part. 

I explain, all while they are looking at me bewildered, that Cedar goes to school with a little boy named Martin and he thinks this is his little friend. 

Then they both smile widely. “This is Martine! Does your son got to Xicoração?” (Ok, actually all this happened in Portuguese, but you get that it would take a way from the flow if I put a bunch of unnecessary text in…like I’m doing right now.) Cue the GOD YOU ARE SOOO WILD DANCE. Except for I’m lame and didn’t dance because I can’t dance. 

Ok, so listen to this. 

The school Cedar goes to is not in our neighborhood; it’s on the other side of the city. 

Our city has a population of 4 million and the majority of that population is children. 

Out of all the kids that God could have sent to be a friend for Cedar, he sent the only other friend Cedar already has! 

AND, out of the 48 apartments in our building, Martin’s grandmother lives across the hall from us. We can literally hear through our door when he arrives to visit!

I just kept goofy grinning as Martin’s dad told me they would be around more often and would love for the boys to play. 

We now see him all the time. (I had the cutest picture of the two of them I was going to share, but my phone just bit the dust so...I need another miracle.)

Isn’t that incredible?

I believe in miracles. I believe in the God that does the miraculous, even for a two year old. 

Matt and I have so many stories like this that we don’t always tell because of time or flat-out fear someone will think we are nuts. We are going to try to start telling more of these testimonies because Jesus is worth it. 

What is the last miraculous thing you experienced? PLEASE share!

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In case you didn't get our recent email about a modern day Legion, the new space is up and running!  After over two years of looking, we have a training center, which is another miracle! Worship Night (above) has to my favorite thing we do there. Thank you to all who gave for renovation costs, bought chairs, and sacrifice monthly to cover rent. (Based on my choice in photos you would think Cedar lives on Matt's shoulder.)