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Eyes to See, Ears to Hear



April 17th

            This morning Natalie and Jessie and I sorted through the clothes for the nearby store.  We were able to this pretty quickly, which then involved sewing a few stuff animals that had misfortunes.  By the time we got to the store many of the women were there ready to sift through the new clothes.  Though this is great unfortunately when the women pick through everything first they end up putting the ‘best‘ to the side.  

          The kiddos were crazy, and in such a little room we had to get them out to run!  Before we knew it squirt guns were going and rubber lizards were being thrown back and fourth.  This little one Alexandra is adorable and I begin to twirl him and cinco’s and if I knew I would have been able to without falling with us both I would have been able to.  

          On the way back up to the house we stopped by Christians Barber shop.  This guy is very down to earth.  Though he looks like a gringo, he is pure Tico. Blond hair, blue eyes and red flakey skin makes even the Tico’s can’t help but tease him for.  I also was able to jump into helping with the documentary doing the audio which has been pretty amazing! 

       Being brutally honest here.  I am both thankful and at times frustrated with hearing the voice of God.  I love hearing it, but at times I don’t understand why it is he is speaking to me.  Why me I think? Then I remind myself that he has given me this word for a reason.  Nothing would be done of this if I choose to keep quite.  

          Last year I remember praying Maurico’s Mom up past Sadie’s house.  Yesterday she came into mind, and I had no true idea why.  I had the history in my mind.  She was a widow, an alcoholic.  But those were only the words of the enemy.  God had more to say.  I asked Kevin if he would be willing to go and pray with me for her.  Willingly Alyssa him and I set off.  

          The crazy part of this is, that without meaning I began to speak to her not knowing that she was Maurico’s mother!  The group was both ahead and behind me, so once they caught on I was speaking to someone they came back.  A few minutes after prayer,  the tension in the house eased up.  Everyone received the same word she was not tangibly in a relationship with Jesus to the point where she felt his presence.                               

That Sunday she even walked down to the church! 


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