I’ve always wanted to have a Holy Spirit party with a Honduran granny.
Last week we spent about three and a half days in the Copan area, in north-western Honduras. We stayed with a little family living in a little village in a little house on the top of a mountain.
There was a granny.
Abuelita (little grandmother) had not left her bed in five years. Each day I sat next to her and let her talk. I learned a lot about her life. She had many grandchildren, four of which have died, and many of which she has not seen. Her entire body is in pain. She is weak and frail.
She is Spirit filled. Despite her life of hardship, pain, and poverty, she loves the Lord with all of her heart. She has newspaper articles of testimonies hidden under her pillow. She took them out and had me read them. She enthusiastically shared with me about the power of God to heal the sick and deliver people from the strongest of bondages. The joy of the Lord was on her face.
Here I am in the middle of nowhere Honduras sitting on a bed and sipping coffee with an old lady as the presence of the Lord shows up. Every conversation was anointed. When I was with Granny I was able to speak and understand an unnatural amount of Spanish. This woman encouraged me so much.
The last full day with the family came. Ariel and I asked Granny if we could pray for her in English. She was excited. As Ariel and I prayed over her the Spirit fell on us. What we thought would be an ordinary time of prayer ended up being an extraordinary time of soaking in His presence. Looking back I don’t really think of it as a time of “prayer” as much as a an intense ten minutes of reacting to the presence of God. I don’t need to describe too much what was happening in the natural realm. I have faith, though, that there was something beautiful happening in the Spiritual realm. God is good. Granny was crying.
Since being here in Honduras I am realizing just how much I miss getting these little glimpses of God’s glory. They are, refreshing. When God shows up I see His realness. That’s what I want. To see Him, to know Him, to feel Him; this is what I want more of.
My time in Honduras is running out. Pray that over the course of the next three weeks I can continue to experience God’s glory each day.
