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.

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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!

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