Two weeks ago I lay face-down on the floor during
worship in Paris, caught up in the presence of God, and all I could
see were the children in Mali. My heart was overflowing with His
love for each one of them, and the Lord spoke to me to start feeding
them every week, loving on them every week, ministering to them
and snatching them out of the enemy's fangs. Weekly. Every week.
He started downloading strategies, showing me what to do when I
get back. I was there, watching everything going on, and had a hard
time leaving that place to come back to the conference in Paris.
This past week I was in Los Angeles (Pasadena) at a conference
at the HIM headquarters. I was so desperate for Him, aware of how
little I have to offer Him. The only thing I have to give to Him
is myself. Everything else already belongs to Him. The only thing
I have a right to give or withheld is myself. And I abandoned myself
to Him, so desperate, so empty, so incapable, just some dust that
longs for His glory to dwell in her. And with tears I was crying
out to God to inhabit me more, to wreck me more with His love, so
that more of His glory and power would flow through me to the people
of Mali. With boldness I came before the throne of my King, not
for my sake, but for the people of Mali, for the children of Mali,
for the country of Mali, for HIS HONOR to be restored in Mali, for
HIS KINGDOM to come in fullness in the here and now. My heart was
broken for my country. Every single person I spoke to at the conference
had never before heard of Mali. I cried out to God to put Mali on
His map! I cried out to Him to pour out His Spirit in Mali! I cried
out for Him to send workers! I would look around me, at 1500 people,
sons of God, saved, Spirit-filled, anointed, blessed and revived,
receiving more and more of Him and from Him, and all I could say
"Surely God, someone here, just one, would leave everything
to come to Mali? Could there be one among those hundreds? Or 2?
Or 5 or 100? Anyone willing to go? Anyone out there who would come
help me bring in the harvest in Mali? Just one?"
And I was weeping before my lovely Bridegroom, the kids of Mali
before my eyes. "HOW, oh God, HOW?" 12 weeks of traveling
have come to an end, and I don't even have one new monthly supporter.
All the prayers for the much-needed truck are still waiting to be
answered. And now you're telling me to feed them every week? With
what? I'm not famous, I don't know people with connections, we're
only just beginning in Mali. I can't show thousands of churches
and hundreds of saved orphans as fruit (yet). Father, would you
hear my cry for the sake of Your children, Your chosen ones in Mali?
Would you entrust to me the key for the room of provision in heaven?
(Heidi Baker shares how God gave her that key in a vision.)
When Jesus saw the crowd of thousands of people (something like
15000 with women and children), He was moved with compassion. When
there were only two loaves of bread and five fish, I imagine the
disciples pretty frustrated. How in the world would they feed all
these people? However, Jesus knew His heavenly Father. I think inside
He was leaping with joy because of what He was about to do. He was
about to bring the kingdom of heaven to earth, to manifest the goodness,
the love and the power of God among His chosen ones. His glory would
come down to earth, and Father would be glorified and receive honor.
Jesus was full of joy, because He loved seeing what the Father was
up to and doing the exact thing He had seen. He saw the invisible,
not the visible. He walked by faith, not by sight. And 15000 ate
that day and were full. They ate bread from heaven, from the hand
of God. Can you imagine the impact that had on people?
Yes, all I have might be two loaves of bread and five fish. Yes,
in the natural it might look impossible. BUT, I have seen what the
Father is up to. My heart leaps for joy because of what He is about
to do. As the disciples did, I am going to break the bread and fish,
and hand the pieces to those who are hungry, physically and spiritually,
to the poor, orphan and widow. I will give all I have because Jesus
loves them and I cannot do otherwise. I've never in my life felt
such an intense love as I do for those children. So I rejoice, me,
the little girl at my big Father's hands, because He will do it,
and I get to have a little part in it, passing on what the Father
puts into my hands.
It is time to go home to Mali. And I go full of expectation, full
of faith and excitement at what He is going to do next. I've made
the decision to live in who I am in Him. Yes, I'm nothing and I
can't do anything without Him, but I'm also a daughter of the Most
High, the heir of the King, His ambassador to Mali, His reflection,
His hands, feet and voice. He has clothed me with power from on
high and has given me authority to execute justice – on poverty,
sickness and the powers of darkness. I have access NOW to the kingdom
of heaven and can ask for anything in His name.
Isn't that good news? Are you aware who you are in Christ? Are
you living your life as the King's heir or did you refuse to take
your inheritance? What son of a King would dare humiliating his
father by rejecting to walk in his inheritance? "Oh, I'm not
worthy." "I'm too sinful." "I'm not ready yet."
What insult to the King! What humiliation! Imagine what the subjects
of his kingdom would say, and even the enemies. By not walking in
your calling, in who you are in Him, you make Him a laughingstock
and empower His enemies.
When we look at the world today, we can see that reality of God's
enemies laughing at His children. We have dishonored our God, we
have empowered His enemies, because we rejected the inheritance
He has given us. He told us to heal the sick – sorry, can't
do that. He told us to set the captives free – sorry, can't
do that. He told us to preach the gospel – sorry, can't do
My heart weeps as I look at the church. My heart weeps as I look
at the thousands and millions of "King's kids" that are
called to do great exploits for God, yet have refused to take their
place at the King's courts. My heart weeps as I think of the thousands
and millions of people that have entered an eternity of torment
because of that. Where would we be today if God's people had acted
as such over these past two thousands years? How is it possible
that 2000 years after Pentecost there are still unreached people
groups who have never heard the good news?
I've traveled for 12 weeks preaching, sharing, praying, ministering,
leading into God's presence, in around 15 congregations/churches
in four different nations. Yes, I'm called to Mali, but more than
ever I feel God's calling to the sleeping church in the Western
world. It's time to wake up, church!
I feel like I have entered into a new chapter. Right now I'm sitting
in a plane in first class. This is the third time this summer I
got up upgraded, and I feel like it's a prophetic declaration. I'm
the King's heir, the favored one, and I'm determined to walk in
the fullness of who I am in Him. Beloved, it's the key!
Yes, in Mali people are perishing without God, but the same is
true in the West. This very moment I'm sitting next to an Australian
who does not believe in God, who has had a rotten life, not expecting
to live long. But Jesus loves this man, and His compassion compels
me to share the good news. While he naps, I pray for him and invite
God's glory to come, His angels of salvation and healing. I pray
that His living water would flow through me, that God would give
him a heart to know Him, that Holy Spirit would reveal Jesus to
him. I might be all the Jesus he'll ever meet. So I asked him whether
he had any sicknesses, anything he needed to be healed of, and he
said he had Diabetes. Executing judgment is bringing justice, and
sickness is injustice, a work of the devil we've received authority
over. So I told him that Jesus could heal him, if he wanted me to
pray for him. It was during the meal, and he didn't give a clear
answer. So I was just praying silently for God to send the gift
of healing for Diabetes. My hand started burning. Just before we
landed I asked him whether I could pray for him, and he shyly said
yes (a big Harley Davidson guy). So I prayed a simple prayer. Then
I gave him my email and asked him to send me an email letting me
know when he gets the report he is healed. Let's all agree for full
healing for John!
I'm excited that I'm entering more and more into the fulfillment
of HEALING 2 THE NATIONS. And may YOU step into the fullness of
YOUR destiny! Just allow Him to kill you and raise you up into the
embrace of His arms!
I'm my Beloved's and He is mine.