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Grandmothers, Grimerud, and Going to Amsterdam.

“Jehova Rapha, this is your name. Yesterday, today, forever the same. Your heart is to heal, your heart is to heal.” This was one of the choruses sung last night in the prayer room here at Grimerud House of Prayer that is part of the YWAM base here in Norway. I’m here for 10 days this time round. A week of sitting in on teaching with Ina Stein, and then I get to share a bit of my journey with prayer and the prophetic next week. It’s nice to be back here. And nice to connect again with the faithful ones who are keeping the 24/7 prayer going. The teaching this week has been excellent, and needs processing. It’s all about returning to a focus upward and not horizontally, and of attaining the fullness of salvation and the presence of God and living from a place of rest (short, unprocessed summary).

I finally did get my act together and prepared what was to be a 30 minute presentation about the work I did in Brazil to a group for the elderly in one of the local churches in my town. When I got going sharing I got so passionate I went about 20 minutes over the allotted time. But it went well. And even after having been back for over 3 years, I still feel such a passion for the kids and the families I once worked so closely with. I did share about the grandmothers to the grandmothers. The response was really lovely. And I hope that the stories I told don’t just remain nice stories, but that they’ll remember to pray for those I told them about.

I nipped across to England a week or so ago...if you can call it “nipping”. It was lovely to spend some days connecting with friends in the London area and also squeezing in a visit to the London House of Prayer which is in a Brazilian district of London. I had Brazilian food (guaraná, pão de queijo, rice and beans), not the best I’ve ever had, but it did the trick! Saudades do Brasil.

The house of prayer in London is mainly run by Brazilians which is cool. It has a lovely atmosphere. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to be there for any live sets, but it was nice to just sit in it and know that this too is a place for God to dwell.

So now I’m at Grimerud. Going to lead some prayer for the ending of human trafficking. I feel like I know so little, yet I can share of what I do know, and hopefully inspire others to want to know the heart of God for this issue. Next week I’m sharing with the prayer team some of my journey... I think I’ll be teaching a bit on the prophetic maybe. Mainly it’ll be about just being with them and hopefully inspiring them in their journeys by telling about my journey and things I’ve picked up along the way too. It’s good. It’s always good to have an opportunity to share of what God has deposited, it’s almost like it becomes even more a part of you when you share it...in a strange sort of way.

It’s good to be alive. And it’s good to be on this journey with Jesus. February 17th I head to Amsterdam to step into yet another chapter as I do a six week course. How long I’ll be in that location I don’t know yet. But I am excited to learn more about Human Trafficking, to be able to pray with deeper knowledge and inform others with greater depth and accuracy, that they might also want to join in the battle to end it. And I’m excited to experience Amsterdam and the Tabernacle of the Nations (the house of prayer in Amsterdam).

So here I’m sat in my room at Grimerud, about to skype with a friend in Kansas City and listening to the prayer room on the webstream. Right now it’s the 8pm intercession set from yesterday...seems appropriate to join in with intercession over human trafficking since I’m to inspire others to join in with that battle tomorrow...

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