February 1, 2018…Antigua Day 5, our last morning of Women’s ministry.
But first, I need to back up just a little to let you know that in my quiet time, before our trip while we were preparing, I felt a strong impression about foot washing. I decided to press in and ask the Lord what it meant and I believe I was getting an impression that it was for Antigua. I mentioned it to Scott, who agreed that it was a good idea. Then, as I was considering this, I felt as though Scott and I were to do this first with our Life Group. We only had one Life Group gathering from the time I received this revelation until our departure for Antigua. I hesitated sharing this with our group concerned that it would not be received well and we would have a small turn out. However, when I considered how I would feel just showing up at group and not being made aware of this, I reconsidered and informed them all so that they could be prepared. We did end up having one of our highest attendance….it was a powerful night that prepared Scott and I for Antigua. Because the topic of marriage had also been laid on my heart, we choose to encourage spouses to wash each others feet. Those who spouses where not in attendance I offered to wash their feet. We had asked Tim and Beth what their thoughts were about it and they said it would be good to do. They believed it would bring healing to so many. So this became our plan for that last morning of women’s ministry. Beth had basins for us, we took towels from the villa we were staying in, and the guys bought us several large bottles of water. God provided towels from the ladies villa…more than we needed! Confirmation that this was what we were supposed to do. This simple act exemplified for me…Micah 6:8, “To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.”
Each team member had pretty much identified who they would serve in this fashion. I started by serving Beth to her surprise because she understood that we would be doing the attendees. My heart was to bless her because they had been so ‘bullied’ by the previous church. The rest of the morning at the church, each team member rotated in washing someone’s feet. We prayed over them when we did, read Scripture over them and sometimes shared words of wisdom or knowledge that the Lord revealed to us about them.
When we finished, we cleaned and packed up what we needed to take along in order to do this for the women at Chichita’s home, where we were headed for lunch again. After we ate, we set up a chair in Chichita’s kitchen and one by one we washed the feet of those that served us. Women kept coming. I joked that they were coming out of the woodwork. I had asked to do Chichita because of the connection her and I made earlier in the week. As I was getting ready to wash her feet, I realized that there was still someone who had not been done yet. An 18 yr old wheelchair bound darling, Chanta. So I quickly asked her mom, Aurora if I could wash Chanta’s feet. She agreed and took her to the bathroom, while I went to the kitchen to wash Chichita’s feet.
Well now, I am not going to be able to describe this accurately..
As I began, I just started praying over her, and she was receiving! I washed one foot at a time, taking my time. As I prayed, others came…the kitchen and doorway flooded with women. Heaven came down! The open heaven I saw over her home earlier in the week was right there! It was incredible. It was amazing. God poured forth and we all soaked it in.
Then I picked up my supplies and moved out to the living room by Chanta. I knelt down and removed her socks…and humbly washed her crippled little feet. I asked the Lord to use her mightily, to strengthen her to walk worthy of her calling. Oh, how awesome would it be that He would make her feet physical strong to walk! I’m continuing to seek that miracle for her life!
This is also the day that Carlos arrived at his mom’s house during lunch…..with Jerry’s approved passport in hand!! After a year of push back, everything was cleared up by Lester Bird, the former Prime Minister that the guys had met with the day prior. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise be to God!
Before lunch that day, Scott and Tim did some searching for a washer for the Barbudans. They went to a store in town that Tim knows the owner, Keenan…he is a Syrian Christian (true believer and follower of the Lord Jesus Christ!). He did not have any washers in stock but asked what it was for. Then he offered to do his part and took $1000 EC off of the $1500 EC price tag! Glory be to God in the Highest!! That washer did finally arrive and Tim was able to deliver it to the center where the Barbudans were living.
Note: Again, I am changing names to protect the privacy of those involved.
We were scheduled to do some house visits that afternoon, but we were at Chichita’s much longer than anticipated. So, we only got one house visit in. We went to a local apartment where a friend of Chichita’s was staying. Her name is ‘Emma’. She is mother to ‘Wanda’ and grandmother to ‘Celeste’, an 8 year old that is suicidal; her mom, ‘Wanda’ is an addict. When we arrived, ‘Celeste’ saw us and was super excited that we were coming to visit. She is a beautiful little girl and had been at church Sunday and Wednesday. Her mom was there, and getting ready to go out. We had to go up to the second floor via an outside staircase. Beth went up first and I was going to go up last. Ana was in the middle the staircase, ascending the stairs, when she sensed something strong. She turned around, came back down and told me to start bleeding the Blood over ourselves. Then, we all began to go back up, I was last and as I got to the top step, I let out a small gasp; it was like I hit a brick wall, I couldn’t go any further. Ana turned around to see if I was alright. Just like that I was okay and could move forward. So we just prayed in the Spirit as we entered the house. A quick background, ‘Wanda’ is not married. Celeste’s dad is an older man from Canada that seems to be the supplier of Wanda’s drugs. ‘Wanda’ also has a younger son, who’s father lives with them. Apparently, he was there when we were, remaining hidden in another bedroom. We did have the opportunity to prayer over ‘Wanda’ and her children before she left. Then, we met ‘Emma’, who was bedridden due to a broken leg. She was in a cast from her foot all the way up to her hip. The way she explained her fall, she realizes it was the enemy attacking her. But God! The close quarters where she could have hit her head, she didn’t. She praises Him for her protection. But she is grieved for her daughter and grandchildren. She came from the DR to help care for them. Apparently, Wanda’s current live in partner practices with craft. That is what Ana and I were sensing. It is also what ‘Emma’ believes caused her to fall. This guy has even threatened to kill her. We stormed heaven for divine protection and covering. She was so blessed that we came and would pray for her. Home visits are a big deal in Antigua and their homes are small. Any future teams to Antigua should keep this in mind. It is also good to remember that spiritual warfare is real! Putting on the armor of God every day is a smart thing to do. We do not give it power by recognizing it. We do give it power when we ignore it or fear it. Our God is bigger. Our God is greater. Our God is already victorious! We need Him to overcome it.
That evening, we had some down time when we returned to the villa, where we met up with the guys. My husband and I had a personally decision to bless the Pikes in every way possible while we were there. They are very dear and sweet people that needed uplifting and encouragement. So, we ended up having a beautiful meal together by the water that evening for dinner.
Acts 20:35 says, “…remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ “
May we be like Aaron and Hur in Exodus 17:12…”But Moses’ hands were heavy. Then they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it; and Aaron and Hur supported his hands, one on one side and one on the other. Thus his hands were steady until the sun set.”
What does supporting one who grows weary look like? How do we encourage and lift them up? Do we build them up so they can keep going?
