For God alone my soul waits in silence;
from him comes my salvation.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.— Psalm 62: 1-2
This scripture describes perfectly how I feel about our recent trip to Nicaragua. I’m so very thankful for His perfect plan, always better and more fruitful than we can imagine!
As is common with mission work, our team had some challenging circumstances, some changes in plan, and times of uncertainty. I don’t regret a moment of it, because that made us rely on God’s plan. Not our plan. Hard, but so good. So necessary. So much freedom in letting go and taking each moment as it comes.
One of the things I was most looking forward to was visiting people’s homes and representing Jesus. This experience did not disappoint. God had His hand on each of us as we went, nervously (for some of us, including me) and eagerly.
We walked the dirt road, asking permission to enter residents’ properties, with smiles on our faces and compassion in our hearts. We shared that we were from America and had been sent to show them God’s love. We asked for their prayer requests. We asked if they knew Jesus. We prayed, and we left them with a hot meal (one of about 200 that we prepared and packaged that day), as a small blessing.
The rest of our team will have to share their own powerful stories, but, here, I will share one of mine.
We approached a woman’s property, containing a small hut. Anna was alone. Perhaps even lonely. I hesitatingly engaged in the rote conversation. This was my first time to ever do this. Anna did want prayer. She did want the food. Success!
Umm, not exactly. That was just the foreword to the story. She wanted more. And needed more. Before praying with her, I asked her if she knew Jesus. She said, “I have been going to the church, but I don’t have Him in my heart yet.”
My thoughts: “Whoa. Really? On my first day doing this, God? Surely I’m not qualified to handle this. This is too much responsibility. I’m not a pastor, and I don’t even know this woman. I’ve never prayed anyone through the salvation prayer before. Who am I to be given this role?”
Clearly, God still expected me to do this thing. And, as He does, He equipped me. I was nervous and felt a bit like a newborn being held closely and spoken to softly. He said, “I sent you to Anna. This is why you’re here. Bless your sister. You can do this.”
At this time, not surprisingly at all, there was a very drunk man approaching the Fosters’ vehicle (following behind us with the food). He had been following us around for a bit already. We had spent time speaking with him, and he kept on catching up with us.
Grace was translating for me, but she became very distracted and even upset by this man’s actions. It took three-four restarts for Grace to get me and Anna through the salvation prayer. Satan dearly loves the tool of distraction, and he sure tried hard, but God reigns! Anna prayed with me and accepted Jesus with tears in her eyes.
Hallelujah! Anna is now our sister in Christ. I so wish I could follow up with her and see Him at work in her life. We will always be connected by our experience together. I did ask her to talk to her pastor about her decision, and made sure she understood that the Holy Spirit now lives within her.
Please pray for sweet Anna and her family. We might not get to follow her journey, but we know the glorious ending to her story!