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A heart stirred…and a moment that moved my heart.

My heart is so stirred by the earthquake in Haiti. I’m sure all of our hearts have been, and still are. Here at IHOP-KC one of our ministries, Crisis Response International (CRI), is very involved in relief work on the ground in Haiti and we stand with them in intercession, because it works (www.criout.org is their website). Hearing about the devastations and the plight of especially the orphans moves my heart and I pray that God would raise up many good families who would bring these children into good homes.

Last week I went to Hope City, the inner city ministry. I had such a lovely moment. I was chatting to this lady who was sharing her story. Just casual chitchat over the meal and she told me God had said to her that she was an ambassador. She asked me what it was and I explained to her what it is and how the Bible says we’re to be ambassadors of Christ. Another person came so we were interrupted, but when the interruption was over she brought the subject up again and was like “tell me more about what an ambassador is…”. It was such a sweet moment of discipleship and of being allowed to bring this lady further in her walk with Jesus. She is so precious.

I need to write more often as I know there are constantly moments happening that I want to capture, yet forget about and then it’s too late…

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