Flying a Kite

My leader Sarah had a vision of someone flying a kite. God is the person, I am the kite, and the wind is the Spirit of God directing me wherever He wants me to go. The Lord is constantly reminding me that He is the wind; without Him, I’m completely limp and unable to do anything of significance. If I was not here the wind would still blow. I have a choice now to either get caught up in the current of the Spirit or to labor by my own strength.

Sometimes I feel like there are so many obstacles between me and what the Lord is doing in Honduras. There are ministries, organizations, people, plans, ideas, and mindsets that all seem to gradually fog up my mind and cause me to take my focus off of what the Lord is doing.

Every day I need to be taken back to that place of radical simplicity. No matter what the plans are for the day, no matter who’s vision we are following, no matter what organization I am a part of, no matter what church we are at, and no matter what ministry we are partnering with, I want to be in a place where those are just minor details: I want to be in a place where I know that God is God and He does what He does. I am a child, fully submitted and completely used.

Where is the Spirit flowing? Where are you in the midst of what is happening? How am I a part of this?

Something amazing happened yesterday. We went to back to the government center and after being part of a drama, I went to work with the special needs kids again. I ended up in a room alone with Carlos. I have no idea how old he was, probably a teenager, though he was lying in a crib. His bones were twisting in every direction, and he was extremely malnourished. I was desperate to see the Lord do something. I was hungry for a miracle. I went to the Lord in prayer and expressed how I was feeling. I wanted just a glimpse of His glory in this moment. I began to invite the Spirit into that room. I began to speak life and healing over Carlos. Being obedient to what the Lord told me, I began to speak in tongues aloud, letting the Spirit flow through me and onto Carlos. Instantly His face brightened up. He got a huge smile and his eyes got big. His head and his arms began to shake gently as I realized that the Spirit of the Lord was upon Him. Little Carlos, frail, hungry, broken Carlos was soaking the glory of the Lord. As I spoke healing over him I started to command healing over his hand. His hand was wrapped in a bandage and his fist was clenched. As I commanded his little bones to align I watched as he slowly began to open his hand. Finger by finger his hand opened and loosened completely. The Lord is rich in love.

Some days suck. I wake up and feel gross from dirt and greasy hair and bug bites. Then I we go somewhere that I really do not want to go to and eat yet another chicken salad sandwich for lunch. We do ministry that I really don’t want to be doing. Sometimes I feel like there is no fruit from what we are doing. Sometimes I feel like I am not supposed to be here. There are days that I don’t want to get out of bed, I don’t want to go read with Fernando, and I don’t want to do ministry. These are the days that I force myself to take a step back and look at the big picture.

The Lord is at work constantly. I see that He is using me even when I don’t want to be used. I see that regardless of my temporary emotions He has a permanent plan. I am reminded that it was God who put me here; therefore I am supposed to be here. I am comforted by knowing that God is God. I know that I know that I know that He has a plan. He is sovereign. He is good, and I am chosen. He is doing beautiful things and has allowed me to be a part of that.

Fruitful ministry flows from deep intimacy. The lyrics of a song keep running through my head. “Take me in, into the garden, into your heart, into the depths of who you are. I want the depths of who you are”.

Lord, you are the wind, help me to be your kite.