(this was a few days ago)

I am sitting here at the WOMENS CHOIC CLINIC. I prayer walked all day and am bringing one person to surrender to salvation. I beleive tomorrow will be the day. But, for the third time today I am brought outside of the clinic for the remainder of my ministry for the day. I pray for those who are waiting in the medical examination room; for those that are about to go into Procedure room L2. A woman walks in, 10 minutes later she walks our.... one life is gone, and hers is seemingly unchanged. It gives me a bad feeling, for the clinic sits between the children/babies ward and the newborn/premie ward. These wards have windows and doors to the outside... its a very open space. You can hear the babies crying. You hear life echoing in the silence of death... I don't like it. However, there was work to be done. I pray for the women before and after... I pray for the world and for Africa during. You see, its the culture that allows for this to be done so commonly. It is inexpensive and encouraged. There is the presence of evil that surrrounds so much of the places I have been... sexual immorality in every form is so predominant here. The LORD used the near effortless procedure that disturbs HIS peace on earth for his GLORY. Because it is so effortless to have an abortion, I was given freedom to call out to the women GOD's word. I have no right in the hospital, infact I am forbidden, to do what I did. But who was there to stop me? Often in America there are secuirty, armed guards even, and strict policies and privacy put into place that seperates abortion patients from public intercession of any kind...whether for GOD's purpose or otherwise. Me, I just sat outside on a warm metal bench. The only thing that seperated me was a door that was left open because of the heat. This was definatly a hard thing for me to deal with. I did not have to search for love. Infact, GOD instilled in my heart love that made talking to these women desirable for me, as well as their company desirable to me. I am at peace with how GOD has called me to witness to these women, but my faith was surely tested.

. Its so much harder to reach out in America as opposed to where I have been here... so many more walls to climb over, and tougher ones to knock down I have been shown how much America needs help, but it was not my place to be, and I have delighted in seeing these nations here in Africa rising up against the evil misdeeds of past generations and entering over into Christianity. I see how GOD has prepared hearts for me! TO lovand be loved in. There is no way I could have imagined how he would use me here.

The compassionate heart GOD has given me allows for me to see when his people are in need and feel their need... and gireve therir need. I have so much work to do. Most tho, is not spent in ministry. IT is spent in prayer. It is not spent coloring ( I wanted to come to Africa and start the "coloring book ministry..." lol big joke, but I still color and love it!), or putting on plays, performing drimes, singing, or standing out and worshipping... but in prayer. GOD heavily layed the need for prayer on my heart this summer --Before, GOD saved me with grace and mercies. Now, I am constantly being salvaged so that I may be refined and reworked because of the power HE brings to my life in prayer. ---