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Praise Jesus! A healing in the streets of San Jose


April 20th

           325 colones for a bus ride. In the United States this rounds out to be about 65 cents.  We stood, rocking back and fourth. For anyone who is socially awkward this may be even worse, ha.  Riding the bus has always been my favorite part of the trip.  I love every part of it, the awkwardness, adrenaline rush.  The abrupt stops that leave you bumping into the person in front of you, hanging on to the bars for dear life.  

          In the city we prayed for this old man named Mario who was out of work, him and his three brothers.  He had faith that Jesus would provide, and despite his situation was really not all that depressed.  It was incredible to see God’s spirit rain down.  

         We continued praying and then a lady who seemed confused began to walk by and I asked Kevin to go with me to pray for her.  She had pain in her knees that caused her to limp, she barely could walk up the stares.  I placed both of my hands on her knees which during praying became extremely hot to the touch.  After we asked her to stand up and tell us how they felt and she walked around shaking her head.  “No mas” she said.  Praise Jesus she was healed! :-) AMAZING.  

          We then came across a clown, which Alyssa, and Jesse and I both felt was creepy.  We felt  that he may struggle with sexual sin amongst children.  While there a man across the street was sitting on a cardboard box.  Unlike those around him who were people watching and taking the surroundings in this man kept his head down.  Kevin and I prayed that his suicidal worthless stops would be stopped in Jesus’s name.  The man by the grace of God began to weep and wipe away tears. My heart ached for him. 

     
          A group of both Gringo’s and those from the community gathered for worship down near the store, in front of the bridge.  The Holy Spirit as always gently touched us all, and it was so sweet to be resting in His glory.   Cody clapped, jumped and before we knew it the rest of us were joining in.  Sadie and I hugged and worship together. Language is no barrier when God’s love is surrounded by us.       
 

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