Two years ago I took off on my first “…and to the ends of the earth” mission trip. This was not your ordinary mission trip, I
would soon find out, due to going into some areas that seemed very
volatile. I was amazed at the Ugandan’s
rich culture and was deeply moved by their great love for God! One time when I was ministering in a church I
came to the end of a prayer line. At the
end of the line were about 15-20 children.
I was then moved to bless them in the Name of Jesus Christ, anoint them
with oil and kiss their forehead. The
bible says to treat people how you want to be treated and this is what I do to
my children at home; I bless them, anoint them and kiss them. During this time while I was going to each
child I was on my knees. I then started
to realize there must be more children than what I thought earlier because the
line kept growing. I learned later that
the children were not used to this love and after their blessing would run out
of the church and go find more children and bring them back to be blessed. I was greatly moved by this…….. Children
running to the church to be loved! Wow…
This started the journey of our Shakirah.
One day in between ministering I went for a walk to get a
soda. On my way back I was walking through a
village with mud-huts and saw a little girl with a mat rolled out (meaning “welcome”). As I approached she said,
“Musumba…Musumba…please…sit, sit….” I
sat down and she had made me something to eat.
It was some cold rice, small piece of chicken and some tea in a pink
cup. After I sat down she said,
“Musumba….you pray…you pray” while grabbing my hand. I then asked God to bless the food and this
precious little girl…and HE did! A week
later she came with me to visit other church plants and when we would be
walking through the bush she would often hold my hand. It is then God gave me a vision of her. I saw Shakirah no longer 9 years old, but in
her 20’s. She was still holding my hand
walking through Africa translating for me as we spread The Gospel of Jesus
Christ. In this vision I also knew that
my wife and I had adopted her and she grew up in North Texas with us and our 5
children. Since I was new to having
visions I was at first reluctant to know if this was really what I was seeing
and as soon as the vision stopped, my friend from Nigeria spoke it out
loud! What?! I saw it and he spoke it right when it was
over. I knew then that God had answered
that prayer over that small meal, “Lord… Bless this precious little girl.” HE wanted to do that by having my family
adopt her and bring her home to Texas.
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