I'm naive and love it.

"There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love." 1 John 4:18

Over the past few months I have been called very naive by quite a few people when sharing the vision of Harrisburg. It sounds all good, helping the poor, blessing people, BBQ's, until I tell them the specific area in Allison Hill where I want a house. I've been called f'n crazy and everything else the enemy can do to try to pierce my heart and shaken me. Sometimes I step back and think, wow, what the heck am I doing?! Then I think on the goodness of the Lord and rejoice again for what is to come.

It is frustrating at times to get knocked over here and there but just as long as I pick myself up and recognize the tactics of the enemy and overcome. I'm learning that we must fight and persevere for our dreams. As Lou Engle says, "Your dreams will drive you into the wilderness." It's not supposed to be a cake walk but there are sweets on the way. Our dreams will cost us everything. What else where you going to spend your life on?

I was listening to a Life Center message by Heidi Baker where pastors in the US where saying that she was the most naive woman they ever met. Yet, that she should never change. That's encouraging knowing the massive revival Mama is leading through the world by simply stopping for the one.

I may be incredibly naive being a white mid 20's girl going into the line of fire where drug dealers inhabit some of the hundreds of condemned buildings, where single mothers cry out and can barely keep it together, where the poor struggle to keep warm and their bellies with some food, and where the addiction runs rampant with drugs, sex and alcohol. What a beautiful place to be a light in this dark little world of Harrisburg. The power of darkness has been destroyed by His death, so what is there to fear?

I will finish well. Stuff happens but God is always alive and well. As Mama Heidi says, we need to look at the face of trouble and laugh while pushing and believing for victory. We are in a revival that will never end. I might have a few bruises but I will keep running. Yes I'm naive but God made me naive. I trust in Him. If I was not naive I would be fearful and fear chokes me and makes me immobile. I pray for wisdom every day.

I feel like I am laboring now with this promise of the city. My heart is now despirate to go and move into the city as I fall in love with everyone on the streets, rich and poor, lovely and unlovely. Despiration moves the heart of God. It's all for Him, it's all for Him. It's coming, I can feel it. The anticipation and expectation is building.

I will joyfully continue to be naive and dream my young girl dreams. That's how stuff happens in the Kingdom.

The homeless finding a home in my heart.

"for I was hungry and you gave me food; I was thirsty and you gave me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in;I was naked and you clothed me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me." Matthew 25:35-36

She wore a Giant bag on her hair and another over each of her feet. Her layered clothes, missing tooth, big eyes, and rough sarcasm were there to meet me on Willow street in Harrisburg tonight. Her name is Mrs. Johnson. She was one of the many who we visited tonight with Bethesda's Mobile Ministry. Blankets, hoodies, socks, and jackets were given out as needed. The coffee was hot, powered creamer to follow, and hot water was used to make the ramen noodles to give out as hot soup. Lunch bags of goodies filled their arms and bottled water was a treat.

The seventy year old woman swears she's married to Mr. Johnson, yes the former president, as she then changes to says she is Laura Bush. Even talking to the other homeless, it seems some just lose their minds in the twisted world of poverty. Another younger girl about my age is on her 6th child and the kids are living with their daddies. Her one child's name is Emily and cannot remember how she spells her name until she lifts up her arm where a pooh-bear has her child's name written on it. How can you heart not break. Love looks like something. Mrs. Johnson was on her third cup of coffee and a big smile when we left her.

"Thank you Lord," continued to come out of Larry's joyful yet broken heart. His bearded face, loss of hearing, runny nose, and stained jacket were evidence to him being on the street for quite a long time. He played the most beautiful Christmas songs on the harmonica as he says God really likes it as he says it does something special for him inside. As Larry began to tell me his story my heart wanted to whale yet there was so much joy that came out that it was could only be expressed in laughs and love. He began to cry and told me he does not think he's going to make it. The cold was pressing in my lungs and the rain turned to ice as it hit the ground. When he cannot hear what I say he says, "Yeah, the Lord is shining down on us." We were sent off by an oldies song passionately sung by Larry that night.

I struggle to understand why all this happens. I can take a spiritual and economical stand on why people are homeless but why are they still homeless? What about Larry who loves Jesus yet he's been on the streets for over 15 years? God do you remember him? Of course He does but I still struggle to understand poverty and why it seems that most of the world is cursed with living without the bare essentials. Then again, who are they serving? I don't know. Tonight was the first time I saw the US in a fragile state; a state that is so contradictory to what we stand for, freedom. How many are locked into bondages of running in circles and dieing from it? Is this truly the land of the free and home of the brave? Oh God heal our land! I knew in my head the needs and desperation of our nation but tonight now I know know it in my heart.

In the bitter cold Larry warmed my heart. Look where he is yet he is still thanking Jesus. I can be honest and say I don't know how strong I could be to thank you for that many years and still be on the streets. Challenging. I felt like I was in Mozambique again, a feeling that I have longed for since leaving. I was alive again! I was created to love the poor and the poor I will love. This is who I am. The greatest thing is that despite the darkness which is engulfing the lives of many, "the Lord is still shining down on us."

Restoring the vision

I don't know why it's been so difficult to pick myself up from this house that I had the door shut in my face on. My dear friend Jonathan sent amazing encouragement and prophecy about the house. I wanted to share it and agree with it.

"Some houses even to come may SEEM like the right one, but know that when God says, "This is My house which I have given to you to take care of and to make a dwelling place for the lost," It will be more obvious than you can even imagine. And I pray now, and prophecy now, that you will KNOW without doubt whatsoever that it will be the house for you because when you walk into the front door of the House the Lord has in store, His Spirit will flood your heart and you will literally be brought to your knees because His glory will fill the house so much that He will say to those present at the time, "You are on Holy ground!" "

My girlfriend Sharon adds, "God is able to give you much more than this!"

I recieve and believe it Lord! Like I said before, the only words I heard from Jesus was, "Keep dreaming." So I am. I am claiming everything that I saw in the house which is no more, for the house which is to come. My house in Harrisburg will have all this and more :)

1. Allison Hill area

2. Four plus bedrooms

3. At least 1.5 baths

4. Offstreet parking

5. Move in condition

6. Large kitchen

7. Large family room

8. Visable place from the street for a BBQ for outreach

9. Security system

10. Areas outside to dance and worship

11. Under 90K

12. Washer and dryer

13. Hook up for central air

14. Resting place as it will carry the glory of the Lord.

There ya have it Jesus. I believe you want to restore all and more that was lost. That's who you are, love, and that's all you are about. I thank you for that.

The painting above is by Lorraine Stiefenhofer called "Dreaming in Utero."
This image is a copyrighted work of Lorraine Stiefenhofer © 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008
Inscape Art

Miscarrying a house

"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, But when the desire comes, it is a tree of life."

Proverbs 13:12

My heart and vision was in a house on 13th street. Everything seemed perfect. Then I lost it. Another buyer gave a cash offer with no contingencies. I feel like the rug has been pulled from underneath me. What happened? Is this a time to rise and stand and say "No that's mine and I'm fighting for it," or "God has something way better," which I can't imagine but need to believe. It's really hard.

I know those who grow strong are those who wait on the Lord. I want to be strong. I look at David's life as he was appointed by Samuel to be king 10-13 years before he actually became king. And during that time, look at all the battles he had. It was character building. That's what I believe this is. I have faith that this place could still be mine but if it's not I have faith that there is a better one. I should make a list of what I want in a house.

It's been difficult looking as I face compromise all the time. This one little 17103 zip code I'm looking in there are like zero houses that I would remotely be interested in buying. Why not just move to 4th street and buy a beautiful house for the same price yet with marble top counters, stainless steel appliances, hardwood floors, central air, a beautiful little porch out front? I'm reminded that is where the poor are not.

It's a struggle, but despite what everyone tells me at school and even some friends, I will not compromise. I can't. It's the Kingdom. Wow, if we only knew the repercussions of bad decisions now we would not do them. I need to be with the poor. The drunks, the drug dealers, the condemned houses, and the lost. That's where my heart is. I have only heard one thing from God with all of this, "Keep dreaming." So I'm going to keep dreaming. Maybe I wasn't dreaming big enough and settled with the house, I don't know.

All I can do is enter back into His rest.

A spoon full of humbleness.

" And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love."

1 Corinthians 13:13

God has been humbling my heart greatly and putting my heart back in place with Him once again. It frustrates me when I think I can do things without Him; it's pride. Some of the most popular scripture in the Bible has been resurrected to its true beauty in my heart. I'm so useless and hopeless without Jesus Christ. I can preach the gospel, save multitudes, heal the sick, cast out devils and prophesy, but if I have not love I am nothing. Nothing. That humbles my heart greatly. I can remember being in Mozambique always looking for the miracles when Jesus said "Love will heal this boy." Love is what moves the heart of God. Read these scriptures and I pray you have a greater revelation of Love.

"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails..." 1 Cor 13:1-8

That's enough to wreck me for a while. A friend sent me a YouTube video with Graham Cook speaking and I have watched it countless times. I need to because I cannot seem to grasp the fullness of the Father's love for me. God loves us 100% now. Even if we do not become better he will still love us 100%. His love never changes. There's nothing we can do to make God love us more, and nothing we can do to make Him love us less. We can't earn God's love. God says, you can only love Me as much as you love yourself. Oh God I need to be set free from how I see myself. If only, if only I would accept every day that I am His beloved, His bride, His perfect one. Oh brothers and sister we must rejoice!

Love. Love. Love. Love is who God is. I want to be love. Love like the Father loves. We can have faith to move mountains, hope to change the world, but the greatest is to love. I want to love outrageously like Daddy does. I think I'm getting a little better each year. I find that when I know His love the most and feel loved I love all in return. God is love. It's great to have love humble my heart.

Here is the YouTube video from Graham Cook.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEisSxR2cps

The Vision of the Harrisburg Revival.

"...in the presence of Him whom he believed-God, who gives life to the dead and calls those thing which do not exist as through they did." Romans 4:17

It needs to be written. The Vision of the Harrisburg Revival.

God keeps telling me to dream, dream, dream. Do you see it? We must see it to believe it. Seeing is believing. It's hard to pray and believe something you don't see. So see it. Believe it. Receive it. It is yours. It is Ours. "The earth is the Lord's and all its fullness, the world and those who dwell in it." Psalm 24:1

God has somehow trusted me with His heart like I have never experienced before. The more I talk about the dream the more I believe it. I prophesy the dream and speak His Kingdom into existence in Harrisburg. Just as God spoke the earth into existence, I speak this revival, the house, the ministry, and changed lives into this city. We are co-labors with Christ. This is what we see together...

A house in the desperate parts of the city. This is a house of Obed-Edom, a house of glory where those in a certain radius are touched by Jesus, just like when Obed-Edom kept the arc of the covenant in his house. I see a house church in this home. One with many colors and ages being discipled, bringing in the harvest. I see dinners being made for many, cookouts, His kingdom being easy, effortless. I see a new international ministry being birthed out of this house. A name I have been given yet it is not the time for it to be released. A house of fellowship, a house of redemption, salvation, and love.

Today as I was meditating on the vision I tried to dream more but I could not. This is as far as I can dream yet still believe. I said, God, now what? He said, now you have to get your butt into the city.

It's funny because reality is so different from God. That's why heaven wants to invade earth. We are the beautiful vessels that make that connection because the Holy Spirit indwells, in us Praise the Lord. I can tell you that the reality is I have little money in the bank, not even enough to cover closing costs, thousands of dollars still in college debt, have barely ever run even a bible study, and I am still in the Hummelstown apartment waiting for the release. All I can do it laugh because God is so funny and you know He's going to do it.

I look back at the many things that needed to be done before leaving for Mozambique... find a job, possibly move, roommate, raise thousands, pack up a classroom and leave the next day after the kiddos were out of school. God is SO BIG!

Our biggest dream is so little to Jesus. Whatever we can come up with, He has something ten times bigger in store.

God says... Take your place!

So many times we wait on God but He is waiting on us! Didn't Jesus say this in the great and glorious commission...

"And He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature. He who believes and is baptized will be saved; but he who does not believe will be condemned. And these signs will follow those who believe: In My name they will cast out demons; they will speak with new tongues; they will take up serpents; and if they drink anything deadly, it will by no means hurt them; they will lay hands on the sick, and they will recover.” " Mark 16:15-18

The first word I'm stuck on is "Go." Hehehe Go. Yes, there is a time and season for everything and we need to pray if the doors are open or closed. But think about Paul, he went and when the door was closed he didn't stop moving, he just turned somewhere else until we saw the door remained open. God we have to move our feet, whether it's in the work place, the grocery store, the streets, or the nations, we have go GO!


Revival is already happening in Harrisburg, I can feel it already. I am house hunting and I know God wants me to be in a strategic location for ministry. I covet your prayers for wisdom, finances, faith, and greater revelation of God's heart. Thank you so much and I will keep you all posted.

Faith like a child.

"Then God blessed them, and God said to them, 'Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it; have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over every living thing that moves on the earth.'" Genesis 1:28

I had a dream last night where I saw the largest monarch butterfly in the brush. As I looked at it I told it come to me without using words. In a moment I was challenged with my faith. How can I command a butterfly to come to me? Faith like a child.

When we are young we know we will be provided for. When we are hungry we put out our hand and there is food. When we are sick, we put out our hand and there is medicine. When it is our birthday, we put out our hand and there are gifts and cake. We expect it. Our Daddy takes care of us. We dream of being a doctor, finding the cure for AIDs, or even being the first female president when we grow up. We dream we could fly. Some how these dreams get lost in the entanglement of growing up.

I put out my hand and the butterfly came. It landed and it was now a morpho butterfly. Over a foot long in wing span it crawed all over me and just played. I admired the Lords beauty and thanked the Lord with joy. Faith like a child.

Home sweet home of my own in Harrisburg

"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see"

Hebrews 11:1

The day after I posted about the possibly of moving to Harrisburg, God gave me a lot of peace that this is what I was to do. I feel I'm on a sliding board with Jesus. Nothing seems real stressful, almost fun, just going with the wind, moving with His Spirit, there's a rest that is indescribable. Just hang on and have fun.

The day before I was going to mail my two month notice to my landlord God placed it on my heart to buy a house in Harrisburg. I was coming home from the Lifehouse concert on Sunday from Lancaster when this crazy feeling came over me. My response was, "God what is this?!" Is this me or you? I gave it to the Lord and really have continued to be totally neutral about it. Actually, it would be a lot easier to just rent than to buy. Thousands of dollars, year after year, have gone down the flusher as a result of renting. I never liked renting, but it just seemed the way it needed to be. I don't have money for a house yet having renters would help pay for the mortgage. Whenever God places some crazy shunanagan on my heart I search it out and be sure my desires don't get in the way. So what about India? Why buy and be committed to a mortgage when I'm supposed to be out to the nations? Yeah I hear ya, but not yet. Harrisburg is a crucial part in developing me into a prophetic revivalist to the nations. I mean I need to be able to do this in my own land before another. There's so much I still need to learn. Teach me Lord! Anyway, I feel I'm trying to justify right now that God is telling me to buy a house so I'll stop and just get it out...

GOD WANTS ME TO BUY A HOUSE IN HARRISBURG CITY!

Ha ha. Okay I feel better now. Tuesday morning I'm praying, coming before Jesus with a silent heart and ready to hear. I saw myself leaning again my white porch on the front deck of my row home in the city with the overwhelming feeling of, 'yeah this is my house, a house of glory.' I asked the Lord, 'is this mine?' Then I started weeping because I knew it was true. I said, 'God why are you so good to me?' And he said, 'because you obey me.' Obey, obey? Me? I don't see myself as a radically obedient person but there is a peace and ease with obedience when you are dwelling in the heart of God. There's a priceless trust and no matter what the obstacles look like you know it's going to work out, because you are in Him and He is in you. Jesus.

This home in Harrisburg city will be a house of Obed-Edom. A house where the walls breath Holy Spirit. The mere presence and glory of God will dwell in the house of those who adore Him and worship Him for His goodness.

I know timing and location are crucial. I don't want the pretty part of Harrisburg or the very dangerous but I want a location where it's well... how do I say this... I can help those in darkness. God, you are commissioning me to be that light in the darkness. Moving into darkness. Oh Jesus.

I started at Center For Champions in Harrisburg city this Tuesday. It's a ministry birthed out of Life Center and is really well established. It's an after school inner city ministry program that takes kids from broken homes, single family parents, all that and loves them, teaches and tutors them. I was nervous my first time but just loving the kids reassuring that this is where I am supposed to be. All but maybe two kiddos are african american or hispanic and i love it because i totally don't fit in. Who they are and what they experience are totally different than who i am and what I know. Love and despiration is what we have in common and the need for our Savior.

So I'll go down that sliding board with the wind in my hair and laugh. As Rolland Baker says, "God's in a better mood than what we think," as he laughs for the next hour straight. God is fun, God is playful, God loves His little children.

So there, now I've released some wildness of Jesus on the net. Please pray for wisdom in the mortgage smorgage stuff and buying a home, the location, and timing as well. Thank you so much for staying next to me in prayer and supporting me in this crucial move so revival will be released into the nations.

Eagle's heart

As I was driving to Megan's surprise party in Lancaster I saw a beautiful eagle soar in the sky. Seeing this animal soar always captures my heart. It's so beautiful and there is no work or flapping of it's wings to put on a spectacular show. This is how I want to be. To get to a place of trust in God where I can rest in His trust and operate freely in His glory.

My eyes then shifted to see a fat little bird with little wings never stopping to flap its wings. It always had to flap to stay up, uhhhhh that seems tiring! Is it even worth it to use all that energy to fly? I asked the Lord what makes this silly bird different from the eagle that can soar so long without a single movement of his wings. God said the other bird's head is bigger than its heart. Those pure in heart will see God.

So many times we can fill our minds with things from this world, even crapity biblical theology, or even know how we should walk with the Lord but it stays in our brains. There's a vital connection between the brain and the heart that needs to happen in order to soar. Yeah, okay, I know scripture (kind of) but it's meaningless unless it goes to my heart. I think we can all quote Deuteronomy 6:5, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength." Right now the scripture is more in my head then my heart. I'm flying but flapping a little, yet sometimes I soar a little. I want that holy collision between my head and my heart so I can soar in the glory of my Jesus.

When I got to the party Erica began writing on cups with our name followed by another name. For example, Megan the Majestic. My cup read, "Emilie the Eagle heart." I then told Erica what God revealed to me on my ride there. God loves to tickle me.

Lancaster Prophecy Being Second.

"Surely the Lord God does nothing, unless He reveals His secret to His servants the prophets." Amos 3.7

I was praying this week and thinking about the prophecy God gave me to proclaim to Lancaster county. In short I saw God shaking the entire county and those buildings falling and crumbling did not have a strong foundation but those that remained stayed strong through the trials and were a fearless generation after the heart of God. I received a the Elijah List prophecy from Matt Sorger entitled "There is a shaking happening across the corporate body of Christ." Here is an excerpt.

"The Lord spoke to me and said, "Matt, tell My people not to be shaken by the shaking that's coming." If there is a faulty foundation, it will be shaken, corporately and individually. If there is something not built by the Spirit of God, it will be shaken down to its foundations. Another time, the Lord spoke to me during a meeting in Texas and said, "It's time to restrengthen the foundations." "

God has told me He has called me to be a prophet to the nations. A prophet of what is to come, a prophet to encourage, to tear down and build up, and most importantly to be a deliverer of the Father's heart, a lover.

Thought on moving into the city of Harrisburg

As I was crossing the river today I started to weep as I passed the city on my right. "I'm coming Harrisburg, I'm coming!" I said behind my tears. At Holy Given the Lord placed it on my heart to move into the city. If God is going to bring revival to the city by using little me then I want to be in the middle of it! I want to absorb their culture, the people, the food, the air, and everything about the burg. What does the Gospel look like in Harrisburg anyway?

This past week was the first time moving to Harrisburg was moving in my spirit again since Holy Given. It came up four times in one week. Oh God. I feel I have to go, my heart hurts for it. I'm sure it's God's longing for His people to know His heart.

It probably seems crazy to many. I have a perfectly safe, nice, comfortable Hummelstown apartment that is a mere five minutes from work. Why move? It's a longing of my heart. I haven't heart God say, "Behold, move to the city," yet I never heard Him say go to Mozambique. I've learned that I don't need to hear the audible voice of God to do something. I feel His heart and see how long it lasts in mine. Yes, it's a big decision. Sometime we wait for God so much that God is really waiting on us to do something. The Suddenlies are still happening, it's the new wave of glory, the heaven on earth.

I've never lived in a city before and kinda grew up in the country areaish on a beautiful two acre wooded lot. I love the silence, it's a part of rest. I begin to dream of what is to come soon. I know I will be living in the city of another nation. If my next step is in Calcutta, India, with Iris Ministries I have to know what it at least means to even live in a city. Just another step in preparation for the harvest to come in. I will watch it come in the city of Harrisburg then the city of the nations. Wow does that sound fun or what?! Oh God there's so much work to do.

I start at Center for Champions tomorrow in the city. It's an inner-city after school program for kids of low-income, single, problem families. God, the poor. This ministry is based out of Life Center so I know it has a good foundation. I'm really excited and feel a peace about this ministry and this door into the city. I pray God would give me a revelation about this city tomorrow, anything God, here I am. I am here for you. I love you.

I am seeking peace about this. Please intercede for me if and when this is supposed to happen. This move is all for you Jesus.

"Now the Lord spoke to Paul in the night by a vision,

'Do not be afraid, but speak, and do not keep silent,

for I am with you, and no one will attack you to hurt you;

for I have many people in this city."'

Acts 18:9-10

If you want to hear my heart for Harrisburg you can check out September archives on the left called "Heart for Harrisburg." Enjoy. Cheers!

My first stadium prophecy

It’s the weekend of prayer for Lancaster County and it was held at Clipper Magazine Stadium. I was wondering what it was going to be like and even if they would know about the Spirit. It was a blessing. I went to the dugout where the intercessors were, where I wasn’t supposed to be. I met Erica and she prayed over me and said I would make connections here and there was a word that needed to go forth. Yeahh okay that’s nice to hear but I don’t feel “in the mood”. The Lord reminded me that I am a prophet to the nations. Okay God well if you want me to speak then you gotta speak to me.

The Lord gave me a vision. I saw Him take His mighty hands under the city, the county, and lift it up. The roots in the dirt were hanging down and there was a shaking. Some tall structures stood and others collapsed. God said he was uprooting and those without a true foundation and that of a false religion would parish. God is destroying so He can build again on a foundation that is incorruptible. Then I saw the people of the existing structures build the ruined church to be strong. God said those who know God will stand and will not be shaken but church, stand firm and see the salvation of the Lord. They will be the ones who rebuild the ruins, block by block. Then He had me prophesy that Lancaster, there is no spot in you. Bride arise, bride arise. You are beautiful in my sight. I am taking the church, the bride higher, yet deeper into His heart. Laid down lovers. There is no spot in you, there is no spot in you.

So somehow I ended up on stage with the mic speaking this forth. There was no time to be afraid. I told God that if He gave me words I would speak. It was beautiful, there was no fear. It was something I was to do. The Lord reminded me of Jeremiah 1:9-10 before speaking.

“Then the Lord put forth His hand and touched my mouth, and the Lord said to me: Behold I have put My words in your mouth. See, I have this day set you over the nations and over the kingdoms, to root out and to pull down, to destroy and to throw down, to build and to plant.”

I was so under the Spirit walking off I was trying not to manifest yet when that word went forth something in the air broke. Then these ladies in dugout became completely wild and your spirit broke forth and the new wine was released. We got so wasted and prayed and prophesied over each other. Oh God. The ladies me and Shannon met were older yet so wise. The young and the old coming together. The ladies had me and Shannon pray for many, many people. Wow by the end I was so tired and poured out! I really need endurance since this is a life style. Thank you Jesus, you have truly blessed me. Thank you for using me, your vessel, your bride.

Unable to count the stars

"...I will multiply your descendant as the stars of heaven, and all this land that I have spoken of I give to your descendants, and they shall inherit it forever." Exodus 32:13

I was just given my grandmother's star sapphire ring the other week. It signifies those promises the Lord has given to me, destiny. Just as God told Abraham this amazing promise, it was huge, too big to be true, yet Sarah was still barren. How hard it must have been to embrace a promise when the current atmosphere reflected nothing of the like. This represents the lives and my children, God's children, those God will use me to come into the kingdom, those that number the stars. The Lord gave me revelation the other day with putting it every day. I knew that a ring symbolized a covenant. This ring is a covenant between me and God and every day when I put it on I accept, believe, and carry the promise of God to bring salvation to nations. Keep looking at the stars and dream.

I had a dream last night. I'm kinda excited I dreamed because I haven't been really dreaming prophetically for the past few months. I know these dreams are now here to stay.

I dreamt I lost my ring. I found it at the bottom of a trash bag and rejoiced as I saw it because it must have slipped off. When I put it on there were two more of the same rings that appeared on my finger, totaling three. The number three has been everywhere in my life. God is telling me that when you dare to dream and have faith for the promise of the one ring I will give you more! Whoa God. I'm picking up my ring and will not doubt and loose it again. I am worthy and qualified to do all that You have put forth before me because Christ is in me, the hope of glory! Multiply, multiply, multiply!

The second half of the dream I am still seeking revelation on. It was snowing and a lot of people were going to the top of the hill. I admired the beautiful snow fall and praised the beauty of God for it as this rest fell upon me. As I was climbing the hill, I was so thankful I was wearing my black healed boots (even though they are not equip for snow) because I was climbing and not slipping. Everyone behind me was so tired from the climb up the hill but I knew that as long as I had my footing everything would be fine. Someone said, do not look down, I did, then I tripped and fell. When I got to the top this school bus was falling down the hill. It was funny and we were all having fun with it. I was attached by my lanyard to the school bus and it dragged me down the hill gently with the icy snow covering. Me and three friends were just laughing and having a great time.

I have some revelation to this but not much. I do struggle sometimes with liking teaching, where last year I did not at all. I know I'm in a new school district and am still fitting in with rules and getting to know all the teachers. School is my ministry now and God please give me a greater heart for it because I just want to go out and change the world now. But the world is in my classroom. The futures of 105 lives plus many teachers I hold in my hands. What a beautiful destiny. Thank you Jesus.

A Persevering Peoples

So much has happened and I can only begin to put into words and decipher what I am feeling. I wonder how did I ever get on the ground? What happened? All the sudden I was depressed with what seemed to be no where out. The healing process seems so long, yet I see the light.

You are teaching me about perseverance. I don't think I ever had to persevere like this before. I've done it physically but this is a day by day thing. I know you are getting the ups and downs out of me that are so costly for the Kingdom. The ups and downs are from the desert! The wilderness! How the Israelites loved God then worshipped an idol and did not trust God to supply all they needed; the orphan spirit.

But why go up and down? Pride. Thinking I can do it on my own, thinking I can go even a a day without the Word or praying from only a few minutes in the car on the way to school is suffice.

This destiny before me is so great. So great for a little girl like me. How Lord? How will it ever come to pass. If it's too big for me then I know it's from God. That comforts me.

"And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope. Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us." Romans 5:3-5

Brushstrokes from the Bride

I created another blog that is called "Brushstrokes from the Bride." I love to paint and I believe God is moving me into prophetic painting as another act of worship in my life. I tried to add revelation that God was speaking to be with each painting. I paint every Sunday as I rest in the Lord's presence. I'm new at this and hearing and moving with the Holy Spirit in this type of way :)

Scribbles from Pemba

There have been so many messages from the hearts of friends, speakers, and of God that have changed my life. There are pages that could go behind each thought but I want to share with you a glimpse of the Glory that was caught in Mozambique.

"They desired only that we should remember the poor, the very thing which I also was eager to do." Galatians 2:10

"Since you were precious in My sight, you have been honored. And I have loved you..." Isaiah 43:4

Revival starts with the poor

Religion and culture are together
Bless, bless, bless instead of curse
Contextualize the gospel
Love looks like something
Poor in spirit
Give, give, give
When God says go, Go!
Covenant to be fearless
I don't care how you feel, know who you are in Christ
God is Greater
It's all about relationships
Incarnational love
Stop for the one
You are the pure and spotless bride
Isaiah 61
Jesus fill me with your love
Freely you have received, freely give (Matt 10:8)
Confidence in Christ
Don't compromise
Fear is the root of unbelief
Obedience
Emilie, do you trust me?
Love heals
Forerunner
Love the church
Seeing Jesus in all
The Father's love
Seek things that are pure
"That the Lamb who was slain would receive the reward for His suffering"
Belief is what makes prayer work
"To the Jew he became a Jew, to the Gentile he became a Gentile, ... gain the weak: I am made all things to all men, that I might by all means save some"
Be yourself, you are an original
Your life is the Message
Desperation moves the heart of God
There is always enough

Heart for Harrisburg

Lord, forgive us as a church for not seeing the poor. How we have been wrapped into the love of prosperity and not the true heart of God. We cry out for revival and forget where revival begins, the poor, the orphaned, the desolate, the no bodies. Forgive us Lord for forgetting the poor. We can give money and seasonal goods but you want us to know them; their stories, their sadness, their laugh, and their hearts. When will we we contend for your loved ones that make your heart bleed with sadness?! As much as we cry Isaiah 58 we don't understand it. We fast and pray our guts out and miss your heart.

"Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and that you bring to your house the poor who are cast out; when you see the naked, that you cover him... THEN your light shall break forth... IF you extend your soul to the hungry and satisfy the affliced soul, THEN your light shall dawn in the darkness..."

Let's not over spiritualize this like we tend to do with healing and other miracles and workings and calls of obedience of God.

I am a pioneer of the gospel, the true gospel, to love the poor and not only our neighbor who sits right next to us. Our neighbor is not only the person next to us, our best friend, our co-worker, but those who are broken, dirty, orphaned. Do you see Me in them? Do you see? Love doesn't have boundaries. Let us go! Forgive us for keeping church in the four walls and not extending our hands. How selfish we have been not to see You. Change us Father. God use me to stir the church of your heart for yourfavorites. You make the drunk, users and abusers in Your image yet we have not seen as we wouldn't allow ourselves to become vulnerable, bruised and broken like they are. We missed it.

Lord we missed it. Yet we have carried the spirit of poverty because we have not made ourselves to come to you to become poor in spirit. Truely the rich are poor and the poor are rich in spirit. Change us Lord. Let us extend our hands and hearts to your beloved. I lose my life to gain everything. Love looks like something.

I have been praying for an open door into Harrisburg, a city that I do not even know. I ate lunch at the Atlantic Bread Company on Friday and my heart deepend for this 50ish year old back man working on his computer. God wanted me to pour His heart over him. After pushing fear away I went. He was like, "I receive that I recieve that," in his big loud joyful voice. Turns out he is a pastor in Harrisburg. He pointed me to a man who is involved in intercity tent ministry from Mon-Fri every week. Wow God! The results of our obedience. I could have totally missed that opportunity because fear could have overtaken me.

Love is so much greater than fear.

I have a meeting with this pastor this thursday in Harrisburg. I'm excited... just the first step in revival. My heart is so hungry to minister and go, go, go. Sometimes God wants us to wait but sometimes into order to continue to grow He says GO! My feet cannot stop moving, my voice can't stop proclaiming, and my heart can't stop loving.

Home Again

I have to tell you, I’m really messed up. I never realized how much God wrecked me until I came back. An hour before I landed in Philadelphia I panicked because I did not want to go home. Daddy spoke beautiful gentle words over me and I rested in Him and continue to do so now. I feet no one understands what happened over there, it’s just God and me. If only He will use me to impart what Jesus did in Mozambique over here to His people in the U.S. In His presence all fear is gone, in His presence is where I belong.

Church was so weird today. I felt there was a lot of noise and emotions to stir the people up. I couldn’t move and could only be still in Him. I was stuck to the floor. During the alter call I prayed and prayed over people for God’s heart and that they would see how much they are loved. I don’t recognize myself here. I feel like a round ball trying to fit through a square hole. There is this tenderness in my heart and fearlessness that moves me in great ways I have never known. My body is here but my spirit is somewhere else, like I am overtaken by Jesus, abandoned to Him. It’s beautiful but it’s hard too, knowing we are not of this world.

As I’m back in America the same sin faces me again. I jump a little and think wow, what?! There is this strong desire to just hate sin and remove it. It’s no more apart of me. I’m the pure and spotless bride, beautiful and set apart for His glory and purposes that all may know my Daddy is a loving God.

Reverse culture shock is always difficult for me. It's strange how it's easier to go into a culture that is not your own than to go back to your original culture. Even though it's difficult to understand who I am in this culture I know I will find my place once again.

Home Home

Dear Friends,

The days are just flying by! Tomorrow morning I will be leaving home for America again. Last Saturday it was my 25th birthday and we celebrated at the Nautilus restaurant. There was so much singing, dancing and eating with about forty Holy Given friends attending. Then on Sunday I was baptized in the Indian Ocean. It was such a precious day for many of us. Why be baptized again? Well why not? It was just a symbol of me giving my life to Jesus again and being washed clean and filled with His Holy Spirit. I was so blasted so I don't have any pictures but I do have a short video clip. Rolland and Heidi Baker and Mel Tari baptized me… and to be baptized by people who raise the dead, heal the sick and go to heaven is amazing.

This past Wednesday was the Holy Given School of International Missions' graduation. There were about 200 Mozambican pastors who also graduated. It was such a Spirit filled, wild and crazy day. Most of the school went on extended outreach in the bush and most of us are leaving this Tuesday to go home.

I will send one more email when I get home with pictures and some overall reflection about the trip. Please pray for safe travels home and to be free of jet lag. I get into Philly at 2:30pm on Wednesday then have teacher training at Lower Dauphin Thursday morning. I spent the last few days on holiday here soaking up the sun and sipping tea and sodas on the most beautiful beaches in the world. It will be a crazy time but more of a reason to lean on Jesus. I have been so incredibly blessed here in Pemba Mozambique.

Thank you for all of your prayers.

Emilie

Of Deliverance, Oranges, and Healed Bellies :)

It's been two weeks since an update date. I have been having too much fun to get to the internet and write. I was blessed with the opportunity to go on two weekend outreaches. When we go on outreaches we pack our tents and sleeping bags, drive hours on the back of a flat bed truck into a remote village in the bush and share the awesome love of Jesus. During the night we show the Jesus film and many come into the kingdom and renounce witchcraft.

Two weekends ago we drove eight hours into the Maconde village of an unreached people group. You could literally feel that the atmosphere was so thick with witchcraft. There was such a spirit of mockery and drunkenness which made it very difficult to minister. Through the craziness there were people who saw the heart of Jesus that night and loved Him for the first time. Yea Jesus!

During the outreach I brought snacks and was very aware the pastors did not have lunch, as it was a very long trip. I ate an orange and felt satisfied and was going to save my other three oranges for the rest of the weekend. The Lord said to give the oranges to the pastors. After arguing with God and making excuses, I gave the oranges away. The pastors were happy and I became so joyful I began to give all my food away. When arriving to the Maconde village it was literally the land of the oranges. We ate so many oranges for free and they were so much sweeter and bigger than the oranges I gave the pastors. The Lord is so good. He makes me laugh. Just take it all Jesus. Poor in Spirit.

This past weekend a spot opened up on another outreach team and I was invited to go. It was only a three hour trip and with a different tribe, the Makuas, who are the same tribe in Pemba. The atmosphere was so different and we really got to know the people in that village. There was one little boy who really touched my heart. He saw us ankunhas, white people, pass by on the road and walked for miles until he found us. Palo is about 8-10 years old, psoriasis covered his body, one leg was shorter than the other, and his little belly was huge and filled with worms. We anointed his complete body with oil, prayed for him, bathed him, and gave him new clothes. We prayed and nothing happened. The Lord told me that love would heal Palo. I simply loved this boy, held, played and prayed for him. It was so precious. The next day in church I held him again and something was different. His belly was completely gone! God healed his stomach!! Praise the LORD! There was even evidence of a lot of extra skin because his belly has been so big for so long. I love Jesus and I love miracles.

It was love that healed my little boy. That's how Jesus healed. He loved everyone. God truly touched my heart. We have to meet their physical, emotional and spiritual needs. I believe this is the foundation of the ministry God will have me be apart of soon. It's His heart.

Ha, ha ;)

Check out more pictures on Em's new link to the left called Em's Pictures. Happy viewing!

Love and hugs from above,
Kyera

P.S.
I had this cool idea the other day. Pick out one of her pics and save it to your desktop as a background on your computer or mobile device. It'll be a cool reminder to keep her and all the people in Mozambique in prayer.

Awesome news and revelation

After years of prayers for my hearing difficulties the Lord has set me free. I was reading Mel Tari's book, Like A Mighty Wind, and he testifies to many, many miracles that happen in Indonesia. I read about the sixty some times that water was turned into wine and this raised the question to me about seeing yet not believing. He saw the water turn purple but yet it tasted like water and not wine. When asked how the wine tasted the Lord told him to say, "It's delicious, praise the Lord." He believed the Word of God more than what he saw and experienced. As soon as he believed he THEN tasted the wine. I presented this during home group and we prayed for my ears, nothing happened. Why? I believed, I think.

I could always literally feel the power of God go through my body (see the water turn purple) but my hearing was not better (didn't taste the wine). Mel saw the purple but did not taste the wine. I started just thanking, praising and declaring what Christ did on the cross. Then started weeping, then I saw. I saw the cross. It was horrible, all our sins and all the curses of the enemy. It was dark, beaten blood poured down, yet Jesus was not on the cross. I saw deafness on the cross and I knew it was truly taken away because Christ paid the price, I am forgiven. Then I saw myself clean, pure, as a bright light came out of my entire body. Where there is light there cannot be darkness. The darkness then left my body. Never did I know that it was a demon preventing me from hearing. I've never been delivered from something so evil. The demon scream in me and I coughed and coughed. I kept remembering what Christ did for me and I was delivered.

If we only believe we can receive it. If we only believe then we are set free. Christ has set us free! There's a difference between knowing and truly believing. After all this retched chaos I saw this angel named Samantha come down and rest over me. The Lord said, "this is My glory angel."

Sweet Jesus is so good. I will never forget that revelation of the cross. I am forever changed. Faith is so difficult to grasp. We get faith from grace. Grace from Jesus. How sweet. I love you all and thank you so much for your continued prayers J

What a beautiful week!

The Banov's came with their party this week and brought total bliss to Iris. It was like a knife was taken to the sky and God's treasures poured out. Wowwww! We need it too! The warfare is very intense as you can hear the Muslim call for prayer and the witch doctors and their charms run rampant. It's crazy, one day you can feel totally full of Jesus and the next morning you wake up wanting to bite someone's head off and push the children away. Grace Grace Grace.

Yeah so remember when I wrote about wanting to become poor in spirit? One of the ways mentioned was to be in the dirt with the kids, have a baby pee on you without caring and just simply embracing the culture. We went to the chicken shack for dinner one night and a baby was on my lap. After about twenty minutes she peed allll over me! "Praise God from all whom blessings flow," right?! Haha. It was crazy because I was so filled with God after that. I'll welcome baby pee anytime for that joy!

What an awesome 07.07.07 we had here in Pemba. The marriage was so beautiful on the beach as it symbolized the marriage of the bride and the Bridegroom, Jesus with His beloveds. I was designated cake decorator and cafeteria decorator and it turned out very well with all the help I received. It turns out we bought all the chickens in Pemba so they had to go to another town to get more. We fed about a thousand until the food ran out. This is what I want. In Luke 14 the Lord says to invite all the poor to the feast! Wow… my wedding in India, inviting thousands. You up for that mom and dad?! Hehe. The poor, I love the poor!

The sun is going down and I've gotta get home before the bandito's come out.. ahhh! Til next week!

More Pics :)

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Matthew 5:3 and 8:00 am :)

It was nice waking up this morning at 8am, as opposed to the normal 5:30/6am wake up time, by the loud morning bang telling us tea has been ready. This week it seems the "honeymoon" period has been over for most of us. So the feeling of "uhhh why am I here I just want a Ritas and a nice juicy burger" feeling has come.

Making relationship with the Mozambicans is priceless. My friend Alberto, who is 60ish, has been my laughing friend as we struggle to understand each other. It really is quite hilarious just to see his wrinkly face and old man teeth light up when I say "ÿou are a plant" instead of you are nice,"is priceless. "

I feel this week I have been capturing the heart of Mozambique more. My heart has been resting on Matthew 5:3 of the beatitudes. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for there's is the kingdom of heaven." What does poor in spirit mean? God is staring to show me the ocean this verse represents. Poor in spirit means God is living in you, not yourself, you are just a tool for Him, how cool! Poor in spirit means giving your lunch, and your Nutella (yum) away to those less fortunate. Poor in spirit is to embrace a child in all his filth, body odor and unlovliness. Poor in spirit is holding the street babies when at any second they could pee on you. Poor in spirit is embracing another's culture and not your own. Poor in spirit is getting in the dirt with your white shirt, and not think twice, but just to be with the Mozambiquicans. God change me. I want the Kingdom! It's so cool because God's kingdom is in us, but we have all this crap blocking God's glory from being shown. It'll get there, I know I will.

Yesterday me and my roommates, Michele and Rachel, went to the beach. It's inevitable to be overwhelmed with people wanting to sell food and all types of jewelry to you. The street boys rush up and hang all over you and all you can think is that Jesus loves these kids. These black little bodies in their only pair of undies splash and play in the ocean. They jump on us, getting us wet, as the lovely feeling of sand rubs against our bodies. J They use pieces of styrofoam as toys in the water and fight over an empty water bottle. There's no fear in their eyes as they pick up bugs, dead fish, jelly fish, and squid along the shore line. The one kid, who doesn't have undies, is so bashful and giggling as he takes off his pants and runs into the water. Rachel screams and I laugh as he swims toward her. There is such a story to tell behind each child. It's beautiful. The God of Mozambique is beautiful.

This Saturday there is a big wedding on July, 7th, 2007. It's going to be so beautiful on the beach and Heidi is marrying them. There is going to be a big chicken feast and we are inviting all the people from the villages to come. They are all going to get saved! Georgian Banov is coming to play the music… yeeehawwww! It the anniversary of the summer of love when a new movement of music, drugs, and sex moved across the US to San Francisco. It's time for revival. We are praying for The Call in Nashville during 07.07.07 but know that the effects of your praying an fasting to change America is furthering revival in Mozambique! Yeaaaa Jesus!!!

Until next week, will someone please have an Oreo Misto for me from Ritas? It'd appreciate it. Cheers!

Em's Amazing Journey

Hey everyone :) This is Em's friend, Kyera. I'm helping her out a bit with keeping her pictures up-to-date on this site as she's overseas. Here's a photo album to view some more pictures. There will be a featured link coming soon to this page that you can visit anytime you wish. Since I have just recently moved and am getting my own internet straightened out, I'm at a public computer that doesn't have the latest and doesn't allow the downloading of the latest version of Flash. As soon as I can get everything underway with Flash, you'll have a cool and inspirational picture site to visit. Until then, please take care and enjoy the pictures Em has sent to share through this photo album.

With love from Him,
Kyera

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Week 2 in Pemba

There has been a lot of beautiful cleansing at school. Monday, Leslie preached on freedom in Christ, “It is for freedom that Christ has set us free, so stand firm.” (Galatians 5:1) She spoke of what keeps us from this freedom; religious spirits, sin consciousness, self consciousness, fear, yoke of conformity, and spiritual conformity. Fear and self consciousness have always followed so heavily over me since I was young. I have fasted and prayed over these things and only managed some freedom.

There’s almost an addiction to bondage. Just like Israel when they were in the desert. There is a security in slavery as opposed to the unpredictability of God. It’s almost easier to stay in fear than to step out and overcome it, as I would continuously be in situations to exercise my freedom. It’s a bondage to the familiar. Faith is spelled R-I-S-K. Without risk there is no faith.

It was an intense time of deliverance for the entire school. I just called this thing out of me only to see this demon staring me in the face telling me I wasn’t strong enough to send it away. I went to the front, face in the dirt, to get prayer and coughed that sucker out! There the entire school ran out of the tent like crazy nuts yelling- FREEDOM, as we ran to the ocean and back. The next day and on the fruit of freedom was exercised. God thank you!

My friend Robert from Kenya asked if I wanted to paint with him during worship. It was amazing- no fear. You never know how much you are in bondage until you taste freedom. It only makes me think how much MORE truly there is in Christ. I’m ready for more.

I’ve been in such a strange unfamiliar place spiritually in my walk here. I’ve never been in the wilderness before and it’s not comfortable. I’m so used to feeling the strong presence of Jesus always rubbing up on me. I pray, pray, pray and “feel” nothing- blah. Worship, nothing. Where are you God?! I know He’s here but it’s like He’s removed my consciousness of His Spirit away from me. As I walk closer to the Promise Land I run into these pools of refreshing fellowship and freedom. It’s like an oasis in a vast desert. Once refreshed, I keep walking not knowing when the next pool will be, or if there will even be another before the Promise Land. Like the Israelites, cloud by day, fire by night. The Spirit spoke through Leslie saying, if you are in the wilderness that is the perfect place to be, to remove Egypt from you. That is exactly what God has been doing. Just as the Israelites walked into the wilderness away from the slavery, yet comforts of Egypt, I am doing the same. So many times while they were in the wilderness they complained, wanting to go back to the slavery and comforts of Egypt. I’m not comfortable in this spiritual place. I gave up my Bible, my big mama Bible, with all the comforts of highlights and notes in the margins. Now I look faced into a small travel bible and I don’t know where anything is! Oh Jesus is so good. I’m just mentioning one tangible thing. To be fruitful I must leave. It’s a beautiful thing.

I had the privilege to share my heart with Shampa Rice, who is head of Iris India. I poured out my heart about India my desire to go into the darkest places and to set the captives free, the orphans and widows, and to set up orphanages. Before I even said anything she said, I can see we have the same vision. There has not been an open door to India, but for some reason I am thankful even though my heart longs to be there. Shampa said that’s good, I’m being trained and prepared for what I will see in India, which will be disappointment.

The school just saw the movie “Born into Brothel” and I literally felt like throwing up. It actually won movie awards. The movie captures live footage of the brothels and child prostitution in Calcutta, India. Children were chained to pipes, babies sleeping in their own waste and young children forced to endure all day and night cleanings to sustain themselves. These children are the LORDs, they are mine too. I want the untouchables and to bring them into the amazing love of Christ. Someday soon, all I can do is intercede as revival WILL come to India.

On a lighter note- we LOVE Rolland and Heidi Baker. Rolland comes in like a crazy tornado, whoever he touches, they get completely blasted. We just become so filled with joy we roll on the ground laughing to tears! It’s good to get drunk in the Holy Spirit for times of refreshing. The joy of the LORD is my strength. (Nehemiah 8:10) Without joy we are weak and just want to bite at people- grrr. True joy, constant joy, unending joy comes from God’s presence. I like joy, I could really live off this stuff.

Chen Ahn is on the base now and is rallying us up for 07.07.07. Yeeee hawwwww! More Lord. Jesus has been so good to me soooo good. Bless you in your week and fill fill, fill, up on the presence of Jesus!

Arriving in Pemba

Praza lhe concer de Pemba Mozambique! Eu falla pokenu Portuguese agora! (Nice to meet you from Pemba! I speak a little Portuguese now!) I arrived safely Sunday evening after two long days of travel. In Johannesburg I met a big team of people from Global Awakening, Randy Clark’s Ministry, going to Pemba too so I was a lot more confident and at peace with the travels.

The weather here is perfect averaging about 85/90 degrees with a constant breeze. We are a one minute walk away from the beautiful blue water and white sand beech. The entire base has sand but you get so dirty as the wind blows all dust and dirt into the windows. I live with five other girls in a very small house where we sometimes have running water. Because I have already spent time in Africa there was no culture shock with bucket showers and getting use to the feeling of being clean a sanitized. That familiar smell of African sweat and greetings made me smile as I felt at home again in Africa.

On the base there is the Holy Given School (HGS), about 100 pastors in training, and the Iris (previously orphan) kids. It’s such a blessing to meet people from around the world. I love to listen to people talk with their thick accents of many nations. Food consist of a roll and tea for breakfast, and some crazy rice dishes for lunch and inner. Needless to say, we go into town to get our fruits and vegetables. I am in very good health and have not even encountered the normal digestive problems with the diet. God has extended so much grace to me even with feeling jet lagged.

The HGS is absolutely amazing! We have class rom 8:30-12:30ish then 2-4:30ish. It is a very long day as sometimes there is the required move to to in the evening. The classes have been wrecking me! I think, why haven’t I heard these simple, yet so profound teachings before? Then I realize that it’s the presence of God that is so strong which makes everything alive. A person could read the Bible every day or say they are a Christian and not like to read, and the Bible would just be words on a page, which is really boring! Then, bam! The Spirit of God is with you and EVERYTHING comes to life! That’s what we need to be living in. Everyday the LORD is finding cubby holes in my heart where the orphan spirit is, loneliness, pride or fear and is brining it to the surface to freed from. Truly, where the spirit of the LORD is there is freedom!

The school has been so blessed by Joann McFadder’s intimate worship songs the past week and the many daily soaking sessions. During the day we worship through song about 2-3 hours and just rest in His presence.

Leslie-Ann truly has the school running as a life on the alter. I want to share with you what I have been learning and how God has been moving in my heart. The Lord says, “Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness…” Gen 1:26l. Humans alone are created in the image of God. This changes the way I see others. ALL religions, durnks, drug addicts, and rapist are created in the image of God, but they don’t know it yet. “Let US in OUR image.” The image of God is fulfilled in social relationships, we are not our own. It’s not about I but WE. This has really been changing my heart about my view on everyone. The prayers have gone from “I need” to “change me.”

The greatest revelation is knowing the heart of the Father. I know God loves me but now I really know. I’ve been weeping over this and there’s a depth in the Father’s heart that I have never known before. He loves me, He loves me. I am the apple of His eyes. He love you, He loves you. He adores you, He longs to be with you. He waits for you to quietly come to him and sit on His lap. He wants to enjoy you and you enjoy Him. How lovely is He. Nothing compares to the love of the Father.

Desperations triggers the heart of God like nothing else.

I can’t live without Him. Every breath that fills my lungs, I want to breathe His presence into me. He’s such a good God.

It’s amazing isn’t it? When you see the invisible you can do the impossible. When you truly know Him, everything changes. Sighhhh love love love love love.

Please excuse the lack of grammer and spell check during my time in Mozambique. I’ve really rushed through writing this email as time is money and the internet is very slow. I have tried my best to reply to emails. Thank you for your prayers. Next time I will hopefully successfully upload some of MY pictures so you can see my house, the kids and the living in Pemba.

Please pray the Lord would help build lasting relationships between the students and the Mozambiquecans, and for a further revelation of the heart of the Father. Thank you for all those who have helped with the multiple fundraisers, even as I was in Africa. I can’t do it with you. love you all!

Soaring to Mozambique

It’s crazy that in just a few short hours I will be flying to another nation. There’s nothing better than experiencing what your very heart beats to. God has been overwhelming me with His amazing goodness. These past two weeks have been the weeks of answered prayer. The $5500 that needed to be raised came in. After this, last Sunday an overwhelming $990 came into my hands at church then more came in during the week! I’m so blessed to sow hundreds of dollars back into the nations. Close friends have poured out their lives to me believing in the calling the Lord has placed on my life. I am so thankful for each breath of prayer that has been sown and birthed.

Not only did more than enough money come in but I got a job!!! The doors for all the school districts I interviewed at were closed as the position was filled by another candidate. For five days I was drawn so close into the presence of God as trust and peace were established into my heart. He is my everlasting strength. I was in perfect peace knowing that going to Mozambique without a job lined up for when I came back was going to be okay. Even during this, I was ready to accept whatever the Lord had for me yet still praying for a job. Then the principal of Lower Dauphin MS contacted me and it turns out the Lord made room for me to teach 7th grade Life Science! This is so fabulous that I get to stay with 7th graders, I don’t have to move, and the school is only five minutes down the road, oh and I get paid more. Truly a miracle, truly God is always on time. The Lord also blessed me with a wonderful roommate, Cassandra, who will be moving in during the month of August. This will be a powerful prayer team for the revival in India.

I sit back in awe wondering why God has been so faithful to me. What have I done to deserve all this goodness? As weird as it sounds, it hard to take it all in and receive it. A part of me thinks that’s it? All I had to do was pray and believe? I almost feel I needed to work harder for all this grace to flow. Then I just find myself being religious needing to break off that striving spirit. It’s apart of our natural human mind to work and work to receive the love of Christ. All we have to have is faith and believing that what we hope for we will see.

Isaiah 40 has been resonating in my spirit as I have been seeing lots of eagles soaring in the sky. They are such beautiful birds. All the other birds have to work and flap their wings, only being able to stay in the air for so long until they are tired. An eagle can soar for hours! It just stretches its wings and moves along with the wind. That’s what I want to do, rest and fly like an eagle.

28 Do you not know?

Have you not heard?

The LORD is the everlasting God,

the Creator of the ends of the earth.

He will not grow tired or weary,

and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary

and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,

and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the LORD

will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles;

they will run and not grow weary,

they will walk and not be faint.

It’s so beautiful.

My prayer is this for Mozambique

“Meanwhile we expectantly wait for a satisfying relationship with the Spirit. For in Christ, neither our most conscientious religion nor disregard of religion amounts to anything. What matters is something far more interior: faith expressed in love.
Gal 5:5-6 The Message

I want to experience the love of Christ and give it away. I want to be with Him every second of the day, growing more and more in love with my Savior. There is no better place to be than in His presence. I’m ready to heal the broken, set the captives and prisoners free and to give, give, give, as Jesus has so poured out His life for me.

I love you everyone!

Fundraising

God is so fun! There are just less than 3 weeks until I leave for Mozambique and I need just $2000 of the $6000 needed to go. It's the home stretch. I am so blessed so have such wonderful friends cheering me on! Thank you Jesus!

On Monday the 28th, Memorial Day, Landisville (near Lancaster) is having their annual community yard sale. This is supposedly a huge event and people come so early in the morn that they bring flash lights! (Crazy Lancaster people!) I would encourage you to do some early spring cleaning and give all those clothes you haven't worn in a while and that nice dresser, flat screen TV, George Foreman, and those nice sparkly diamond earrings to the yard sale! Whatever is sold will be put toward the remainder of the trip costs. I will gladly come and pick up your precious treasures and of course you are welcome to always come to the yard sale on the 200 block Main Street!


The last homestretch fundraiser is to clean a refurbished house in the Lancaster area. This will be a days worth of work and will even take less time the more people I we round up. It will be Saturday, June 2nd and we'll start at about 9am. All you have to do is show up. We'll be getting our praise on with the music blaring and I'll supply lunch, snacks and drinks. I would really appreciate all the help I could get. Even if you can only give a few hours cleaning windows or dusting I would soo very much appreciate it.

Please let me know if you would like to participate in the giving of junk.. errr... treasures and/or cleaning. Much much love in all your help!

Lastly, if the Lord has placed it on your heart to support me in anyway with this life changing, world changing trip to the Holy Given School, then by all means there is no better time to give than now. Funds are coming down to the wire so check under the seats of your car, pockets, and sofas for spare change. I know the Lord will return whatever you sowed by having it reaped back to you multiplied! God's good like that, He loves your heart either way. Thank you :)

Joshua in the Tent

After church today I went to Outdoor World (which is like half the Harrisburg Mall) and I bought a $20 tent for Mozambique. Of course I was excited so I set it up in my bedroom. I went in, closed the little zipper door with my bible and soy milk and fell asleep. I can't image what my roommate would have done if she walked in and found a tent set up in my room with me sleeping in it. Haa. I can remember me and my sister Sandie taking blankets and sheets, draping them over the kitchen chairs and sofas creating an endless adventure. There's something about a tent that is so much fun. It's a little cocoon. I can't help but to think about Joshua and the Lord meeting him in the tent.

Exodus 33

"7 Now Moses used to take a tent and pitch it outside the camp some distance away, calling it the "tent of meeting." Anyone inquiring of the LORD would go to the tent of meeting outside the camp. 8 And whenever Moses went out to the tent, all the people rose and stood at the entrances to their tents, watching Moses until he entered the tent. 9 As Moses went into the tent, the pillar of cloud would come down and stay at the entrance, while the LORD spoke with Moses. 10 Whenever the people saw the pillar of cloud standing at the entrance to the tent, they all stood and worshiped, each at the entrance to his tent. 11 The LORD would speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks with his friend. Then Moses would return to the camp, but his young aide Joshua son of Nun did not leave the tent."

Now if there was a cloud over the tent, that I do not know, but I know I woke up hot as the entrance was shut. God so longs to be with us in our tents, in our quiet time, no matter what it looks like. Jesus meets us when we take time to listen and be quiet. So many times I love to run my mouth to the Lord and I wonder why I don't hear Him. Because I don't give Him a chance to talk. It's so precious to be silent before the Creator of the Universe and be in His presence.

A few verses later...
"The LORD replied, "My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest." Exodus 33:14

One of my favorite verses is Psalm 46:10

"Be still, and know that I am God..."

"Be still and know that I am"

"Be still and know"

"Be still"

"Be"

It's so simple. Just be. Lets not make it harder than it truly is. Love.

That's what I want. We can do nothing without the presence of Jesus. So many times I try and strive to gain holiness to be closer to Him and God says no. It's GRACE. I have this religious man striving attitude sometimes where I feel I have to earn Gods love by doing this or saying that. The Jesus way is a receiving faith.

Galatians 19-21
"What actually took place is this: I tried keeping rules and working my head off to please God, and it didn't work. So I quit being a "law man" so that I could be God's man. Christ's life showed me how, and enabled me to do it. I identified myself completely with him. Indeed, I have been crucified with Christ. My ego is no longer central. It is no longer important that I appear righteous before you or have your good opinion, and I am no longer driven to impress God. Christ lives in me. The life you see me living is not "mine," but it is lived by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I am not going to go back on that.
Is it not clear to you that to go back to that old rule-keeping, peer-pleasing religion would be an abandonment of everything personal and free in my relationship with God? I refuse to do that, to repudiate God's grace. If a living relationship with God could come by rule-keeping, then Christ died unnecessarily."

I Love the way The Message puts it. LIVE LIVE LIVE! True life is found only in Jesus Christ the hope of glory! God never ceases to amaze me that the very God who breathed this earth into existence is living in me! So knowing that, we need to die every day so Christ can truly live through us. It's so beautiful. I want to have a deeper revelation on Christ in me.

"... Christ in you, the hope of glory." Colossians 1:27

Angels

God is so funny. He's given me this gift to experience angels. I hear names of people's angels. I just ask and the Lord tells me. Sometimes I get to see a glimpse of the angels in their glory and it just makes me want to see more.

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A few weeks ago God told me my angels names were Samuel and Philip. Philip is more gentle, graceful, and softened to the heart of God. Samuel is a powerful angel. I don't know why I know these things I just do, I really cannot explain it. I have to get The Name Book which references names to their biblical interpretation, but for now thinkbabynames.com is really awesome (might I add it's not a Christian site but God does amazing things).

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Philip is of Greek origin meaning "horse lover" and of course it's one Jesus's apostles. Other than that I've never rode a horse before and don't have a particular great likening towards horses. I'm sure I'll receive further revelation sometime.

Samuel is of Greek origin meaning "God heard" "God's heart" or "God's Name." Yes Lord!

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The other week in church during the alter call the Lord said, "Warring Angels." Then as I stood I saw two angels, one on the left and the other on the right, about 7 feet tall, and both with a staff in one hand. Whoaa! Then I heard their names,"Joseph and Shenai." I found that Joseph means "Jehovah increases." Thank you Jesus! I know this angel will be used as God desires to increase His territory and reign of India. I've never heard of the name or word Shenai before, that's when it gets fun. I googled it (I wonder if that word is in the dictionary) and I found that it is an oboe instrument.... an instrument in Northern India! And it is one of the nine instruments used in the palace courts! WOW WOW! This angels will help me move to the rhythm and culture of India. This is so cool!

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My heart is growing more and more for India every day. When Lord will I be sent to this country?! Jesus keeps pouring out so much peace in my heart during these last days of preparation. I'm so thankful.

Open Windows

Entering in.

The other night I had a dream where I was running away from this crocodile and it was climbing up the stairs after me. I tripped and it started to rip apart my feet to my ankles. I was scared to death as blood covered my feet and I ran and shut the door to my bedroom. I then climbed out of the window onto the roof and down onto the porch of my old house. I started yelling in a panic to my parents and grandmother that we needed to kill this crocodile before he comes again! They gave me wax paper and said this will do it, and I was like, NO you don’t yet it! You need a gun or something to kill it! I then looked down at my feet and there were just a few puncture holes and not nearly the mess it was before.

When you wake up after a dream like that you feel.. uhhhh! What does that mean Lord?! It is very evident was the enemy is not happy with me desiring to take back this land of India and foremost going to the Holy Given School. I know I walk around with spiritual combat boots claiming the territory of the Lord and bringing healing and salvation and joy and good hope to all! The stupid enemy is trying to ruin my feet so I cannot walk among the nations. Windows are significant; it’s symbolized as revelation, a place of entering into the Lord.

A few days later I had a very similar dream, one that followed up on the previous. My friends were in a house and pointed out the window and said go there so I did. I climbed out the window to the place on the grass where they pointed to. Then they started screaming about these killer dogs! These huge brown big dogs ran to me with all their might ready to devour me to pieces. I was scared! As soon as one got to me it stop dead in front of me and jumped over me. Then the rest dispersed in a confusion as if I was invisible.

There is victory! The enemy has been defeated! Now we have to act like it!

I want to enter into that window and grab hold of the promises and LIVE out everything God has destined me to be. God, I long to enter in a state of effortless supernatural being. I want to lay hands on people or better yet, speak healing and have it accomplished. I hate striving because I end up getting tired and right back where I started from. Religion is all about striving and running around like crazy people in circles until you get so dizzy to fall down in utter defeat.

I believe there is something big coming. We are on the verge! The verge of this window, this spiritual window, this gate to enter into a deeper glory and revelation.

It’s there now, we must enter in.

“Bring all the tithes into the storehouse,
That there may be food in my house,
And try Me now in this,
Says the Lord of hosts,
If I will not open for you the windows of heaven
And pour out for you such blessing
That there will not be room enough to receive it.”
Malachi 3:10